GLEE for Four Voices.

WM. KNYVETT.

HERE awa', there awa', wandering Willie,
Now tir'd with wandering, haud awa' hame ;.
Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie,

And tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same.

Loud blew the cold winter wind at our parting;

It was na' the blast brought the tear in my ee'; Now welcome the simmer, and welcome my Willie, The simmer to Nature, my Willie to me.

Ye hurricanes, rest in the cave o' your slumbers,
O how your wild horrors a lover alarms!
Awaken, ye breezes! roll gently, ye billows!
And waft my dear laddie to me back again.

But if he's forgotten his faithfullest Nanie,

O still flow between us, thou wide roaring main! May I never see it may I never trow it— But dying believe that my Willie's my ain.

Burns.

K

HAIL! all hail! Britannia, queen of isles!
Where freedom dwells and commerce smiles;
Where fair religion burns her brightest flame,
And ev'ry virtue consecrates her name.
Whose godlike sons disdain to yield,
Or in the senate, or in the field;

While their strong eloquence and courage, roll
Warmth to the heart and terror to the soul.
Whose still undaunted tars, with sails unfurl'd
Ride in bold triumph, conquerors of the world.

J. Thomson.

GLEE for Three Voices.

Dr. HARRINGTON.

How wretched those who tasteless live,
And say this world no joys can give !
Why tempts yon turtle sprawling,
Why smokes the glorious haunch?
Are these no joys still calling,

To bless our mortal paunch?

O'tis merry in the ball,
When the beards wag all.

What a noise! and what a din!
How they glitter round the chin !
Give me fowl, and give me fish,
Now for some of that nice dish.
Cut me this, and cut me that,
Send me crust, and send me fat.
Titbits pulling, hauling,

Legs, wings, breast, head ;
Some for liquor scolding, bawling,

Hock, port, white, red.

Here 'tis cramming, cutting, slashing,

There the grease and gravy splashing;

Look, Sir, what you've done,

Zounds, Sir, you've cut off the Alderman's thumb! Oh, my thumb! my thumb!

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GLEE for Five Voices.

HAND in hand with fairy grace,

Will we sing and bless this place.
Now until the break of day
Thro' this house each fairy stray.
To the children's bed will we,
Which by us shall blessed be;
And the infants will we fate,
Ever to be fortunate.

So shall all these children, three,

Ever true and happy be;

And the blots of Nature's hand

Shall not in their issue stand

Never mole, hare-lip, or scar,

;

Nor mark prodigious-such as are

Despised in nativity,

Shall upon these children be.

With this field-dew consecrate,

Ev'ry fairy take his gait;

And each sev'ral chamber bless,

Thro' this palace with sweet peace;
Ever shall it safely rest,

And the owner of it blest.

Trip away, trip away, make no stay,
Meet me all by break of day.

Dr. COOKE.

Shakspeare.

GLEE for Three Voices.

J. BATTISHILL and W. HORSLEY, M.B.

HERE my Chloe, charming maid,

Here beneath the genial shade;
Shielded from each ruder wind,
Lovely Chloe lye reclin'd.
Lo! for thee the balmy breeze
Gently fans the waving trees;
Streams that whisper thro' the grove,
Whisper low the voice of love.
Sweetly bubbling, wanton sport,
Where persuasion keeps the court;
Ye who pass th' ennamel'd grove,
Thro' the rustling shade to rove.
Sure my bliss your breast must fire,
Can you see and not admire.

Anacreon, Ode XXII.