HERE'S A HEALTH TO ALL GOOD LASSES.. HERE'S a health to all good lasses, For with them true joys are found. THE FAIRIES' SONG.-A TRIO. Light dancing on the daisied ground, Around the mushroon's tawny breast, O sweetly thus our moments fly, THE HUNTERS' CHORUS. WE roam thro' the forest and over the mountain, Then end our bright evening with dance and with sing ging, Till night spreads her mantle o'er vale and o'er wood; Thro' rock and thro' forest our horns gaily ringing, Farewell to the day star that sets in the flood. Follow hark, &c. Or should icy winter be hailing or snowing, Or summer look red thro' the yellow hair'd corn; Or breezes.are flowing or wild winds are blowing, Still rings thro' the forest the huntsman's gay horn. Then end our bright evening with dance and with singing, Till night spreads her mantle o'er vale and o'er wood; Thro' rock and thro' forest our horns gaily ringing, Farewell to the day-star that sets in the flood. Follow hark, &c. CHAIRS to mend! old chairs to mend! Old rags! any old rags! Take money for your old rags! Any hare skins, or rabbit skins. BACCHANALIAN SONGS. THE TRUE HEARTED FELLOW. WITH my pipe in one hand, and my jug in the other All my cares in a whiff of tobacco I smother, And while Ceres, most kindly, refills my brown jug, I'll ne'er trouble my head with the cares of the nation, For the cares of this life are but grief and vexation, To death we must all be consign'd; Then I'll laugh, drink, and smoke, and leave nothing to pay, But drop like a pear that is mellow, And when cold in my coffin, I'll leave them to say THE GLASSES SPARKLE ON THE BOARD. THE glasses sparkle on the board, The day is gone, the night's our own, If any care or pain remain, This world they say, is a world of woe, But that I do deny; Can sorrow from the goblet flow? The wise are fools with all their rules, Let's drown it in the bowl. That time flies fast, the poet sings; Then surely it is wise, In rosy wine to dip his wings, And seize him as he flies. This night is ours; then strew with flowers If any care or pain remain, OF ALL THE GUESTS. Or all the guests a landlord sees Within Toledo's walls, Give me a fat Friar who sits at his ease, And stoutly about him calls, With his head so bald, and his gown so black, Both bottle and brother; He kisses the glass with a hearty smack, "Tother bottle of sack, Yes, Father, says I-and it's off in a crack. The Doctor can swallow a poor man's fees; The Lawyer, I'll venture whatever you please, But of all who at swallowing have a good nack, Good lack! good lack! Yes, father, &c. A CHAPTER OF GOOD THINGS. A GLASS is good and a lass is good, With a good deal of very good wine in it; A table is good, when spread with good cheer, When a good way off, we are not very near, A glass is good, &c. A friend is good, when you're out of good luck, And my good song deserves a good banging. |