In me let the foe feel the paw of a lion, But, the battle once ended, the heart of a lamb. SIDDONS. THE BABY'S HUSH-A-BYE. -KELLY, LONDON. Sung by Miss Davis. A BABY wander'd from its home, Each simple wild flower seeking. The frantic mother sought her child, She weep'd, and, with a heartfelt sigh, The baby, near her slumb'ring, woke, Wip'd every rain-drench'd garment dry, KELLY. O'KEEFE. ERE AROUND THE HUGE OAK. -DALE, LONDON. SHIELD. Sung by Mr Darley. ERE around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill, Could I trace back the time, a far distant date, He, dying, bequeath'd to his son a good name, For my child I've preserv'd it, unblemish'd with shame, THE MAID WITH A BOSOM, ETC. ANONYMOUS.GOULDING, LONDON. Sung by Mr Incledon. MAZZINGHI O, BRIGHT as the lily, the maid of the Wold; Young Edward had courted the maid for his bride; But smiles of contempt on her love she'd bestow; Alas! cruel maiden, thy charms are no more; THE DEATH OF ABERCROMBIE. T. DIBDIN.. DALE, LONDON. Sung by Mr Braham. RECITATIVE. BRAHAM. 'TWAS on the spot, in ancient lore oft nam'd, O'er kings who sleep in pyramidic pride; AIR. Her roseate colours the Dawn had not shed O'er the field which stern Slaughter had tinted too red, 'Twas dark-save each flash at the cannon's hoarse sound, When the brave Abercrombie receiv'd his death wound: His comrades with grief unaffected deplore, Tho' to Britain's renown he gave one laurel more. With a mind unsubdu'd, still the foe he defy'd, The standard of Albion, with victory crown'd, "My duty's complete, and contented I die." POOR TOM. DIBDIN. -DALE, ETC. LONDON. Sung by Mr Incledon. THEN, farewell, my trim-built wherry; Never more, at Chelsea ferry, Shall your Thomas take a spell. But, to hope and peace a stranger, Some friendly ball will lay me low. Then, mayhap, when, homeward steering, Even you, my story hearing, With a sigh, may cry poor Tom! DIBDIN. LIGHT AS THISTLE-DOWN. MRS BROOKE. PRESTON, LONDON. Sung by Mrs Billington. SHIELD. LIGHT as thistle-down moving, which floats in the air, Sweet Gratitude's debt to this cottage I bear; my heart. GAY. BLACK-EY'D SUSAN. -GOULDING, ETC. LONDON.LEVERIDGE. Sung by Mr Incledon. ALL in the Downs the fleet was moor'd, Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, William, who high upon the yard, Rock'd by the billows to and fro, So the sweet lark, high pois'd in air, |