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What revel rout

Is kept about,

In ev'ry corner where we go,

We will o'er see,

And merry be,

And make good sport, with ho, ho, ho!

When lads and lasses merry be,

With possets and with juncates fine;
Unseen of all the company,

We eat their cakes and sip their wine.
O then what sport!

The wine runs short,

The blushing cheeks with anger glow;

Their cakes they miss,

And shriek, who's this?

We answer nought, but ho, ho, ho!

By wells and rills, in meadows green,
We nightly dance our hey-dey guise;
And to our fairy king and queen,
We chaunt our moon-light minstrelsies.
Fiends, ghosts, and sprites,

Who haunt the nights,

The hags and goblins do us know;

And beldames old

Our feats have told,

So frolic it, with ho, ho, ho!

SONG. Miss WALKER.

Come, Hope, thou queen of endless smiles,
Whose aid the woes of life beguiles;
With thee I'll rove, with thee I'll rest,
Amidst thy sweet enchantments blest.
I feel, I feel, thy gladsome ray
Dawn on my soul like rising day!
My heart no more shall feel its care,

For joyful hope inhabits there.

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Arnold.

Boccherini.

Mazzoni.

Haydn.

Handel.

(Accompanied on the Violoncello by Mr. REINAGLE.)

But O, sad virgin, that thy pow'r

Might raise Musæus from his bow'r,

Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing
Such notes, as, warbled to the string,
Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek,

And made hell grant what love did seek.

CONCERTO, 9th, Geminiani.

Corelli.

GLEE. Masters TIDMAN ard CARTER, and

Messrs. HALDON and LIDDELL.

Hark! the lark at heav'n's gate sings,

And Phoebus 'gins to arise,

His steeds to water at those springs,

On chalic'd flow'rs that lie:

And winking Mary buds begin
To ope their golden eyes,
With ev'ry thing that pretty is,
My lady sweet arise.

SONG. Mrs. SALMON.

(By particular desire.)

In sweetest harmony they liv'd,

Nor death their union could divide:

Cooke.

Handel.

The pious son ne'er left the father's side,
But him defending bravely died-

A loss too great to be surviv'd!

FINALE.

Van Maldere.

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What tho' I trace each herb and flow'r,

That drinks the morning dew,

Did I not own JEHOVAH's pow'r,
How vain were all I knew!

GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and

Mr. LIDDELL.

Callcott.

Forgive, blest shade, the tributary tear

That mourns thy exit from a world like this; Forgive the wish that would have kept thee here, And stay'd thy progress to the seats of bliss.

No more confin'd to grov'ling scenes of night,
No more a tenant pent in mortal clay;
Now should we rather hail thy glorious flight,
And trace thy journey to the realms of day.

CONCERTO.

SONG. Miss WALKER.

Henry cull'd the flow'ret's bloom,

Marian lov'd the soft perfume;

Had playful kiss'd, but prudence near,

Whisper'd timely in her ear,

"Simple Marian, ah! beware,

"Touch them not, for love is there."

GRAND CONCERTO, 5th.

Avison.

Sacchini.

Handel.

ACT II.

OVERTURE.

Haydn.

DUETT. Master TIDMAN and Mr. LIDDELL.

Could a man be secure that his life would endure,
As of old, for a thousand long years,

What acts might he know, what deeds might he do!
And all without hurry or care.

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