A NAVAL OVERTURE. DUET—by SALLY and NANCY.
(The Words from an old Lancaſhire Ballad.) The Muſick by Dr. Arnold.
WITH arms acroſs, along the Strand
A ſhepherd walk'd, and hung his head;
Viewing the footſteps on the ſand,
Which a bright nymph had made;
" The tide (ſays he) will ſoon eraſe
" The marks ſo lightly here impreſt;
" But time, or tide, will ne'er deface
" Her image in my breaſt.
[8]" Am I ſome ſavage beaſt of prey,
" Am I ſome monſter grown,
" That thus ſhe flies ſo ſwift away,
" Or meets me with a frown?"
This ſaid, he took a running leap,
A lover's leap indeed!
And plung'd into the ſounding deep,
Where hungry fiſhes feed:
The melancholy hern ſtalks by,
Around the ſqualling ſea-gulls yell;
Aloft the croaking ravens fly,
And toll his paſſing bell.
II.—SONG—NANCY—French Air.
What the deuce, do you think I'm a fool, pray,
And ſo plain, I'm not fit to be ſeen?
Sure I'm pretty enough in my own way,
And, my dear, I am now paſt fifteen;
Yes fifteen, yes fifteen.
You ſtun me with ſcolding! pray, ſiſter, be quiet;
Then you'll find me ſufficiently tame;
But if you ſtill ſcold, I can equal your riot,
And from coolneſs, I'll paſs to a flame;
Yes a flame, yes a flame.
III.—SONG—SALLY.—Dr. Arnold.
[9]His preſence gives birth
To good-humour and mirth;
No pleaſure on earth
Such delight can impart.
He's ſo jaunty, ſo neat!
His looks are ſo ſweet,
To the eyes he's a treat,
And a feaſt to the heart.
IV.—SONG—ROSEMARY.
The Muſick by the Author of the Piece.
When once maſter Love gets into your head,
You may go to bed, you may go to bed;
When once maſter Love gets into your head,
You may go to bed for life.
You frown and you ſmile, you laugh and you cry,
And you can't tell why, and you can't tell why:
You frown and you ſmile, you laugh and you cry,
And you wiſh you were a wife.
[10]Love makes ſuch a rout within and without,
You tumble and toſs, you tumble and toſs;
He makes ſuch a rout within and without,
You tumble and toſs for life.
Your heart goes pit-pat, you're mum, and you chat,
You can't tell for what, you can't tell for what,
Your heart goes pit-pat, you can't tell for what,
And you wiſh you were a wife.
V.—DUET—SALLY and WILLIAMS.
The Words from Suckling; the Muſick by Dr. Arnold.
WILLIAMS.
If fondly thou doſt not miſtake,
And my defects for graces take;
Perſuad'ſt thyſelf, that jeſts are broken,
When little is, or nothing, ſpoken;
Know this! thou lov'ſt amiſs,
And to love true,
Thou muſt begin again and love anew.
SALLY.
If when thy Sally fills the room,
Thou doſt not quake, and art ſtruck dumb;
[11]And in ſtriving this to cover,
Doſt not ſpeak thy words twice over;
Know this! thou lov'ſt amiſs,
And to love true,
Thou muſt begin again, and love anew.
BOTH.
Honeſt lover, whoſoever,
If in all thy love there ever
Was one thought wav'ring; if thy flame
Was not ſtill even, ſtill the ſame;
Know this! thou lov'ſt amiſs,
And to love true,
Thou muſt begin again, and love anew.
VI.—GLEE.—Compoſed Anno Dom. 1614. SALLY, WILLIAMS, and ROSEMARY.
[12]We be three poor mariners, newly come from the ſeas;
We ſpend our lives in jeopardy, while others live at eaſe:
Shall we go dance the round, the round, the round?
And he that is a bully boy, come pledge me on this ground!
We care not for thoſe martial men that do our ſtates diſdain,
But we care for thoſe merchant-men that do our ſtates maintain:
To them we dance this round, around, around;
And he that is a bully boy, come pledge me on this ground!
VII.—SONG—TOM.
Altered from an old Ballad,—Come, puſh the Glaſs around.
Come puſh the bowl about!
In that we'll drown all care, my boys;
Come puſh the bowl about,
Drink deep, and drink it out!
[13]The liquor's ſound;
'Twill raiſe your ſpirits higher, boys,
To fight, kill, or wound;
May we ſtill be found,
Rejoicing in our fate, my boys,
On ſea, or ground!
Chorus.—The liquor's ſound, &c.
II.
Why meſſmates, why!
Should we be melancholy, boys,
Why meſſmates, why!
Decreed to live or die?
What flinching? fie!
Damn care, drink on, be jolly, boys,
'Tis he, you, or I.
Cold, hot, wet, or dry,
We're always bound to follow, boys,
And ſcorn to fly.
Chorus.—What, flinching? &c
III.
Let fate decide!
I mean not to upbraid ye, boys;
Whate'er betide,
No ſailor ſhall complain;
Should next broadſide,
Send us to him that made us, boys,
We're free from pain;
But if we remain,
A bottle and kind landlady
Cure all again.
Chorus.—Should next broadſide, &c.
VIII.—SONG—SALLY.—Giordani.
[14]'Tis true I lov'd Tom Splicem dearly,
And very dearly Tom lov'd me;
Another ſince has touch'd me nearly,
As brave by land as Tom by ſea:
I lov'd him living moſt ſincerely,
But death ſtill leaves the lover free.
IX.—SONG—TOM SPLICEM. French Air.
God of war, god of war!
Honour now ſummons to battle;
God of war, bear me far,
To the loud cannon's rattle!
I court no new deſire;
Love, I contemn thy fire;
War's alarm can only charm,
And all my ſoul inſpire.
X.—SONG—NANCY. La Lumiere.
[15]When firſt you took me on your knee,
And told the wonders of the ſea,
How waves on waves for ever roll,
And toſs the ſhip from pole to pole;
How winds from every corner blow,
Now raiſe her high, now ſink her low;
My heart kept beating at the tale,
And with my ſighs I ſwell'd your ſail.
II.
But when, with all a ſailor's pride,
You ſpoke of fleets drawn ſide by ſide;
Of French and Engliſh, ten to one,
Deck threat'ning deck, gun fir'd at gun!
My heart admir'd the gallant ſtrife,
But throbb'd and trembled for your life;
And 'midſt the fancied cannon's roar,
I wiſh'd Tom Splicem ſafe on ſhore.
XI.—FINALE.—NANCY.
The Muſick by the Author of the Piece.
[16]Be gay, be gay, be gay!
'Tis Friendſhip leads the way,
And gives you all a welcome here:
Her call obey,
Come haſte away,
Her balmy ſmile diſpels each care.
CHORUS.
Away, away, O haſte away;
Away, away, O haſte away,
For time and tide for no man ſtay.
ROSEMARY.
Away, away, away;
Make this a holiday;
My liquors like your hearts are ſound:
Then ſing and drink,
And never think
Grief can exiſt while the toaſt goes round.
CHORUS.
Away, away, &c. &c.
[17]SALLY.
Be gay, be gay, be gay!
Each month it is not May,
The lily and the roſe will fade:
Love while you're young,
Nor truſt that tongue
Who would our youth from joys diſſuade.
CHORUS.
Away, away, away, &c. &c.