England for e-ver, huz - za!

Here's a health to our tars on the wild ocean rang-
ing,-
[ing,-
Perhaps even nowsome broadsides they're exchang-
We'll on sopooard, and join in the fight;
And when with the foe we are firmly engaging,
Till the fire of our guns lulls the sea in its raging,
On our country we'll think with delight.

Moderato.

So fill, fill your glasses, &c.

On that throne where once Alfred in glory was seated,

Long, long may our queen by her people be greeted;
O to guard her we'll be of one mind:
May religion, law, order, be strictly defended,
And continue the blessings they first were intended,
In union the nation to bind.
So fill, fill your glasses, &c.

think

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a tempo.

How often, in search of some pleasure,

On Gallia's banks I have stray'd;

Have danc'd to the light-bounding measure, While the jets-d'eau in sweet murmurs play'd.

But still there was something seem'd wanting,
Amidst all the radiance that shone:
'Twas the sound of thy voice so enchanting,-
I heard not its musical tone.

Believe me, &c.

In business as brisk as an eel, sir;
None than John to the shop could stick closer,
But his wife thought it quite ungenteel, sir.
Her neighbours resolv'd to cut out, sir,
And astonish the rustic parishoners,
She invited 'em all to a rout, sir,
And ax'd all the village musicianers.
Ri tol lol de rol, &c.

The company met, gay as larks, sir,
Drawn forth all as fine as blown roses;
The concert commenc'd with the clerk, sir,
Who chaunted the 'Vicar and Moses.'
The barber sang 'Gall'ry of Wigs,' sir;
The gem'men all said 'twas the dandy;
And the ladies encor'd Johnny Fig, sir,
Who volunteer'd 'Drops of Brandy.'
Ri tol lol de rol, &c.

The baker he sang a good batch,
While the lawyer, for harmony willing,
With the bailiff he join'd in a catch,

And the notes of the butcher were killing.
The wheelwright he put in his spoke,

The schoolmaster Blogg'd on with furor; The coalman he play'd the 'Black Joke,' And the fishwoman sang a bravura.

Ri tol lol de rol, &c.

To strike the assembly with wonder,

The Miss Screams a quintette loud as Boreas Sang, and wak'd farmer Thrasher's dog Thunder, Who, starting up, join'd in the chorus; While a donkey, the melody marking, Chim'd in too, which made a wag say, 'Sir, Attend to the Rector of Barking's

Duet with the Vicar of Bray, sir.'

Ri tol lol de rol, &c.
A brine-tub half full of beef, salted,
Madame Fig had trick'd out for a seat, sir,
Where the tailor to sing was exalted,

But the cov'ring crack'd under his feet, sir.
Snip was sous'd in the brine, but, soon rising,
Bawl'd out, while they laugh'd at his grief, 'Sir,
Is't a matter so monst'rous surprising,
To see pickled cabbage with beef, sir.'
Ri tol lol de rol, &c.

To a ball then the concert gave way,
And for dancing no souls could be riper;
So struck up like 'The Devil to Pay,'

While poor Johnny Fig paid the piper.
But the best thing came after the ball:
To finish the whole with perfection,
Madame Fig ax'd the gentlefolks all
To sup on a nice cold collection.
Ri tol lol de rol, &c.

Allegretto.

and

courted by woe.

Then in the next blast should your suppliant perish,
Remorse will not add to your grief;
Though vain the endeavour to comfort ana cherish,
A laurel adorns the relief.

ben something, sweet lady, in pity bestow,-
I'm slighted by fortune and courted by woe.

m

My Henry is a comely youth,

No one can him excel;

Good-nature, innocence, and truth,

Does ever with him dwell;

Though envious maidens sometimes say,
Because he's far from me,

That I shall find, some future day,
He will inconstant be:

But they'll ne'er mar my peace of mind,
Though they make much ado;
For something tells me I shall find
My Henry will be true.

Ye heav'nly powers! protect my swain, Preserve him in the fight!

O! do not let him now be slain,

But waft him to my sight;
Though he has left me three long years,
Soon as the war be o'er,

I hope to banish all my fears,
And from him part no more;
Then nothing will our peace destroy,
But pleasure will ensue ;-

O! how my heart will leap for joy,
To find my Henry true.

Allegro con Spirito.

ness

frolic - some

too - rle lol,

too-rle lol, too-rle lol loo, too-rle My Judy I lov'd, and oft gave her a kiss,— 'Fie, Barney,' says she, but ne'er took it amiss; One night I took leave,-says I, 'Judy, I'm off,' But heard, as I thought, in the closet a cough; So I open'd the door, and I star'd like a pig,— There stood ould Father Murphy without hat or wig:

'Arrah, Father,' says I, 'you're a frolicsome elf, But be a good boy, and take care of yourself.

With your toorle lol,' &c.

I was going, but ould Father Murphy cried, 'Stay,-
We'll settle this matter, I'll tell you the way:
I'll marry you straight, and then, Barney, you
know-

"Thank'e, Father,' says I, 'but I'd much rather go.' So to ould Father Murphy I bade a good night, And to Judy, I said, what you'll own was quite right,

'Arrah, Judy' says I, 'you're a frolicsome elf, But I'll be a good boy, and take care of myself. || With my toorle lol,' &c.

of Mister Peet;

But my watch I leaves for safety wid my uncle down de street;

My ruffles and my collar, too, are like de lily white,
And so dey ought, considerin' I wash 'em ebery
night!
For I'm de flow'r, &c.

My coat is padded up a bit, to make my chest
look broad,-
[a sword;
You'd take me for some nobleman if I only wore

Moustachios, too, I sometimes wears, but lost 'em both one day

[away! De gum got wet, it blow'd a gale, and so dey blow'd For I'm de flow'r, &c.

And if about some lady some gemman ask my card, He'll find my name is Julius Cæsar Count Lord Marquis Marr'd; [ob mine So, darkie ladies, mind your eyes, for just a glance Would teach you what it is to gaze on men like me dat shine! For I'm de flow'r, &c.