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The Loss of Faronello. A Song.

What dire Misfortune hath befel
Each quav'ring Beau and tuneful Belle!
Lost Faronello's killing Note,
For Spain has caught him by the Throat:
Far, far away
He's forc'd to stay;
Killing, thrilling,
Thrilling, killing,
O! we're ruin'd, lost, undone,
Charming Faronello's gone!

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Our Tears had scarcely ceas'd to flow,
That Senesino needs would go;
When straight a heavier Loss we rue,
Dear Faronello's kidnap'd too.
Faronello!
Senesino!
Senesino!
Faronello!
O! we're ruin'd, lost, undone,
Both the Warblers, both are gone!
O cruel Spain! will nought suffice?
Will nought redeem this lovely Prize?
Take all our Ships, take all our Men,
So we enjoy but him again:
O send him straight,
Our Nobles wait!
O send him quick,
We all are sick!
Ruin'd, Lords and Commons all,
From St. James's to Guild-Hall!