SONG 27.

The Happy BEGGARS.

How blefs'd are beggar-laffes,

Who never toil for treafure !

Who know no care, but how to share
Each day fucceffive pleasure.
Drink away, let's be gay,
Beggars fill with bless abound,
Mirth and joy ne'er can cloy,
Whilft the fparkling glass goes round.

A fig for gaudy fashions,

No want of cloaths oppreffes;

We live at cafe with rags and fleas,

We value not our dreffes.

Drink away, &c.

We fcorn all ladies washes,

With which they spoil each feature,

No patch or paint our beauties want,
We live in fimple nature,

No colick, fpleen or vapours,
At morn, or evening tease us :
We drink no tea, or ratafia ;

Drink away, &c.

When fick, a dram can eafe us.

Drink away, &c.

That ladies act in private,

By nature's foft compliance;

We think no crime when in our prime,

To kifs without a licence.

We know no fhame or fcandal,

The beggars law befriends us;

We all agree in liberty,

Drink away, &c.

And poverty defends us.

Drink away, &c.

Like jolly beggar wenches,

Thus, thus we drown all forrow; We live to-day, and ne'er delay

Our pleasure till to-morrow.

Drink

away, &c.

SONG 28.

LEAVE off your foolish pratting,

Talk no more of Whig and Tory,
But drink your glass,

Round let it pafs,

The bottle ftands before ye,

Fill it up to the top,

Let the night with mirth be crown'd,

Drink about, fee it out,

Love and friendship still go round.

If claret be a bleffing,

This night devote to pleasure ;

Let worldly cares,

And ftate affairs,

Be thought on at more leisure ;

Fill it up, to the top,

Let the night with joy be crown'd, Drink about, see it out,

Love and friendship still go round.

If any is fo zealous,

To be a party-minion,

Let him drink like me,

We'll foon agree,

And be of one opinion:

Fill your glass, name your lass, See her health go fweetly round, Drink about, fee it out, Let the night with joy be crown'd.

SONG 29.

Sung by Mr BANNISTER.

Go high, go low, in ev'ry state,

The failor's heart is true,

In adverfe, or in profp'rous fate,
He joins the crew:

Then toiling early, watching late;

Defends his king and country's cause,
In hopes to be,

When come from fea,

Cheer'd with applaufe.

At home, when fports his welcome crown,
His wife's the livelieft of the throng:

Or when care finks his fpirits down,
Her endearing fmile,

Rewards his toil,

And greets his fav'rite fong.

So when the nuptial knot is ty'd,

Our friendship clofer will cement;

Go high, &c.

Each morn' you'll hail my blooming bride,
And gladly share my heart's content.
I'll grafp the hand that made her mine,
To focial fcenes the hours refign,

While all the wonted train shall join,

Go high, &c.

SONG 30.

CHEATING DISPLAY’D.

To the Tune of, There was a jovial beggar.

That all things turn'd to gold;-but gold

To cheats turns every one.

So a-cheating we will go, we'll go,—we'll go ;
So a-cheating we will go.

The merchant thinks the 'fquire is trick'd,
When on his goods he lays

Too high a price, but, ah! he's nick'd;

A fquire but rarely pays.

So a-cheating, &c.

The tradefman too, by art most nice,

Your furniture restores

To tafte polite, 'till in a trice'

You're tafted out of doors.

So a-cheating, &c.

The lawyer, with a face demure,
Hangs him who steals your pelf; .

Because the good man can endure
No robber but himself.

So a cheating, &c.

The quack and highwayman both kill;

What diff'rence can there be?

Save this with pistol, that with pill;

Your gold's the common plea.

So a-cheating, &c.

The foldier, bold in bloody fights,
Maintains his country's caufe ;