GLEE for Three Voices.

Mr. T. SMART.

WITH my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other,

I drink to my neighbour and friend ;
All my cares in a whiff of tobacco I smother,
For life I know shortly must end.

While Ceres most kindly refills my brown jug,
With good ale I will make myself mellow;
In my old wicker chair I will seat myself snug,
Like a jolly and true happy fellow.

I'll ne'er trouble my head with the cares of the nation, I've enough of my own for to mind;

The cares of this life are but grief and vexation,

To death we must all be consign'd :

Then I'll laugh,drink, and sing, 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,
He's gone what a hearty good fellow.

GLEE for Four Voices.

Earl of MORNINGTON.

WHEN for the world's repose my fairest sleeps,

See Cupid hovers round her couch and weeps; Well may'st thou weep, proud boy, thy power dies, Thou hast no dart when Chloe has no eyes.

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TO MY LUTE.

GLEE for Five Voices.

R. COOKE.-Prize, 1812.

WHAT shade and what stillness around,

Let us seek the lov'd cot of the fair ; There soften her sleep with thy sound, And vanish each phantom of care.

The virgin may wake to thy strain,

And be sooth'd, nay, be pleas'd with thy song ; Alas! she may pity the swain,

And fancy his sorrows too long.

Could thy voice give a smile to her cheek,
What a joy, what a rapture were mine!
Then for ever thy fame would I speak,
O my lute what a triumph were thine.

Ah! whisper kind love in her ear,
And sweetly my wishes impart ;

Say, the swain who adores her is near,

Say, thy sounds are the sighs of his heart.

GLEE for Four Voices.

WHEN pearly dew, at early dawn,

S. WEBBE, Jun.

Hangs pendant from the blooming thorn,

The lark to usher in the morn

Awakes the feather'd throng:

Borne upwards on her tender wings,
As from the sod she eager springs,
In softest numbers sweetly sings

Her grateful morning song.

GLEE for Three Voices.

WHILE the moon-beams, all bright,

Give a lustre to night,

I'll weep on his dwelling so narrow,

And high o'er his grave,

The willow-trees wave,

Dr. CALLCOTT.

Who died on the banks of the Yarrow.

"Twas under this shade,

Hand in hand as we stray'd,

He fell by the flight of an arrow;

And fast from the wound,

His blood stain'd the ground,

Who died on the banks of the Yarrow.

Rannie.

GLEE for Five Voices.

W. HORSLEY, M.B.

WAKE now, my love! awake,

The rosy morn long since left Tithon's bed,
Already to her silver coach to climb,

And Phoebus 'gins to shew his glorious head.
Hark! how the cheerful birds do chaunt their lays,
And carrol of love's praise.

The merry lark her mattins sings aloft,
The thrush replies, the mavis discant plays,
The ouzel shrills, the ruddock warbles soft;
So goodly all agree, with sweet consent,
To this day's merriment.

Ah! my dear love! why do you sleep thus long,
When meeter 'twere that you should now awake,
And listen to the birds' love learned songs,

These dewy leaves among ?

For they of joy pleasance to you sing,

That all the woods them answer, and their echo ring.

Spencer's Epithalamiun.

GLEE for Three Voices.

Mr. T. SMArt.

WITH my jug in one hand, and my pipe in the other,

I drink to my neighbour and friend;
All my cares in a whiff of tobacco I smother,
For life I know shortly must end.

While Ceres most kindly refills my brown jug,
With good ale I will make myself mellow;
In my old wicker chair I will seat myself snug,
Like a jolly and true happy fellow.

I'll ne'er trouble my head with the cares of the nation, I've enough of my own for to mind;

The cares of this life are but grief and vexation,

To death we must all be consign'd:

Then I'll laugh,drink, and sing, 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,
He's gone what a hearty good fellow.

GLEE for Four Voices.

Earl of MORNINGTON.

WHEN for the world's repose my fairest sleeps,
See Cupid hovers round her couch and weeps;
Well may'st thou weep, proud boy, thy power dies,
Thou hast no dart when Chloe has no eyes.

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