The Seraglio a comic opera, in two acts: as performed at the Theatre-Royal in Covent-Garden [by Edward Thompson] |
 |
CHORUS.
|
 | The Seraglio |  |
CHORUS.
[The Sun's mounting high, we no longer can stay]
Curtis and two Girls.The Sun's mounting high, we no longer can stay,
Then chearfully work away, Lasses.
Curtis.
Take Comfort, what tho' he be gone far away,
Girl, 'tis but a Folly
To be melancholy.
2
Alas! did you know in my Bosom what passes!
Curtis.
I know well enough, Child, for I've had my Day.
Fishermen.
Yo, yea—Land the Yawl,
Pull away—By the Weight,
We have caught a good Freight:
Zounds, Boys, what a Hawl.
Two Girls and Curtis.
Born humble and chearful, good Humour and Health
Are Treasures to us beyond Power and Wealth.
Polly.
With a Prospect so charming—
Curtis.
Hark, hark, hark, hark!
Only hear the Wood Lark,
How it makes the Air ring!
And the Black Birds, but listen, how sweetly they sing!
Chorus.
Come, the Tide ebbs apace,
Then each Man to his Place:
This favouring Breeze
While we can let us seize;
And while the Birds carol so sweetly around,
And the Rocks and the Shore in loud Echo's resound,
3
And sing with good Humour, and toil with Content.
| The Seraglio | |