SONG.
MARGARETTA.
Never, never, when you 've won us
Can we truſt in faithleſs man?
For our conſtant love you ſhun us
And we're dup'd do all we can.
Soon the paſſion you pretended,
Like a magic charm is ended,
While we're grieving, ſobbing, crying;
You're to others kneeling, ſighing,
Wheedling, vowing, weeping, dying,
To betray where'er you can
Never, never, &c.
Silly maidens, here take warning,
Vows of love, with prudence ſcorning.
Never, never, &c.
DIALOGUE DUET. MARGARETTA and SUSAN.
[10]Marg.
Of lover's you'll have plenty,
Be married ere you're twenty,
The youth whom moſt you favour
Is gone hence a far;
An honeſt farmer wooes you,
A lawyer too purſues you;
But ah! your heart's enſlaver
Is a Britiſh Tar.
His country's cauſe eſpouſing,
The trump of glory rouſing
His valour's beſt emotion,
He'll a conq'ror prove.
But ah! the fatal ſtory!
The heart which pants for glory.
Inconſtant as the ocean.
Suſan.
And is he falſe in love?
Marg.
This morning I eſpied you,
By magic art deſcried you,
The ſailor's gift receiving,
It was a purſe of gold.
Suſan.
I'll pay it where 'tis owing
A keepſake too beſtowing,
My kindred's wants relieving.
Marg.
Your gratitude thus raiſing
His noble bounty praiſing,
Your heart ſo fond believing.
Suſan.
Is to my William true
Marg.
The traitor's love diſdaining
That keepſake, why retaining,
Both.
In truſt this pledge receiving,
Is Margaretta's due.
SONG.
[11]BEN.
Our line was form'd, the French lay too,
One ſigh I gave to Poll on ſhore,
Too cold I thought our laſt adieu,
Our parting kiſſes ſeem'd too few!
If we ſhould meet no more.
But love avaſt! my heart is oak!
Howe's daring ſignal floats on high,
I ſee through roaring cannon's ſmoke
Their awful line ſubdued and broke,
They ſtrike!—they ſink!—they fly!
CHORUS.
Now (danger paſt) w'll drink and joke
Sing "Rule Britannia! hearts of oak!"
And toaſt before each martial tune,
Howe and the Glorious firſt of June.
Farewell, to every ſea delight,
The cruize with eager watchful days,
The skilfull chaſe by glimering night:
The well work'd ſhip, the gallant fight:
The lov'd commander's praiſe:
Yet Polly's love and conſtancy,
With prattling babes, more joy ſhall bring,
Proud when my boys ſhall firſt at ſea.
Follow great Howe and victory,
And ſerve our noble King.