Let us, like them, then fing and play Hark how the waters, as they fa', SONG 259. BUSY, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I, Both alike are mine and thine, Threefcore fummers, when they're gone,. Will appear as short as one. SONG 260. HERE's a health to the king and alafting peace, May faction be damn'd, and difcord cease: Down, down, down among the dead men, let him ly. Now a health to the queen, and may The long And he that will not drink his dry, Down among, &c. Let charming beauty's health go round, The fenfelefs woman hating crew: . And he that will this health deny, Down among, &c. Here's thriving to trade and the common- -weal, But who for bribes gives Satan his foul, Down among, &c. In fmiling Bacchus's joys I'll roll, Let Bacchus's health round fwiftly move; SONG 261. SUSANNA. "TWAS when the feas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damfel lay deploring, All on a rock reclin'd ; Her head was crown'd with willows Twelve months were gone and over, The merchant, rob'd of treasure, Views tempefts with despair; But what's the lofs of treasure To lofing of my dear? Should you fome coaft be laid on, Where gold and diamonds grow, You'd find a richer maiden, But none that loves you fo. Thus melancholy lying, Thus vail'd fhe for her dear; Repaid each blaft with fighing, Each billow with a tear: When o'er the white waves ftooping, His floating corpfe she spied; Then, like a lily drooping, She bow'd her head,-and died. SONG 262. Sung in the BEGGAR'S OPERA. Tune, Cotillon. YOUTH's the feafon made for joys, Love is then our duty; She alone who that employs, Well deferves her beauty. Beauty's a flower defpis'd in decay; Youth's the feafon, &c. Let us drink and fport to-day, Our's is not to-morrow; Dance and fing, time's on the wing, Life never knows the return of fpring. CHORUS. Let us drink, &c. ** |