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1. [FIRST PART.]
RECITATIVE.
Twas at a Ven'son Feast, at Cricket won,
By Lightfoot's nimble Son:
Asleep in Jocky State
The Groom-like Squire sate,
Nodding in Elbow-chair.
His Brother Bucks were plac'd around,
Their Heads with unseam'd Hunting Caps were bound,
So should each Sportsman for the Chace be crown'd.
By Lightfoot's nimble Son:
Asleep in Jocky State
The Groom-like Squire sate,
Nodding in Elbow-chair.
His Brother Bucks were plac'd around,
Their Heads with unseam'd Hunting Caps were bound,
So should each Sportsman for the Chace be crown'd.
Hark! the Horn sounds, away, away,
Aurora ushers in the Day;
The op'ning Hounds uncoupled view,
With deep-hung Dewlaps dash the Dew;
With swelling Notes and Head held back,
See the unharbour'd Stag burst thro' the Brake;
Aurora ushers in the Day;
The op'ning Hounds uncoupled view,
With deep-hung Dewlaps dash the Dew;
With swelling Notes and Head held back,
See the unharbour'd Stag burst thro' the Brake;
The high-bred Horse shakes his air-waving Mane,
Stamps o'er the sounding Earth, and scours along the plain.
Stamps o'er the sounding Earth, and scours along the plain.
DUETT.
“When Phœbus the Tops of the Hills does adorn, &c.’4
RECITATIVE.
The list'ning Croud admir'd the Song, Horn ton'd,
Bravo! Bravissimo! they shout around;
Below, the Drawers Bravo back rebound.
Bravo! Bravissimo! they shout around;
Below, the Drawers Bravo back rebound.
Scar'd with the Noise, young Buck awakes,
And stares at all his Brother Rakes;
Then rubs his Eyes, asks what's o'Clock?
Startled, he hears the Watchman knock.
And stares at all his Brother Rakes;
Then rubs his Eyes, asks what's o'Clock?
Startled, he hears the Watchman knock.
Now Silence thrice was call'd, and thrice 'twas broke,
When in a Fury thus young Lightfoot spoke:
Bring up the Watchman, seize the vile Invader;
Then up they dragg'd the Midnight Serenader.
When, lo! the Figure of Old Time appears,
His Face was furrow'd with five thousand Years.
Down his smooth Skull a single Lock was hung,
And feebly coughing, thus the Glutton sung:
When in a Fury thus young Lightfoot spoke:
Bring up the Watchman, seize the vile Invader;
Then up they dragg'd the Midnight Serenader.
When, lo! the Figure of Old Time appears,
His Face was furrow'd with five thousand Years.
Down his smooth Skull a single Lock was hung,
And feebly coughing, thus the Glutton sung:
SONG.
My Friends pray break up now you've Time,
You'll repent if in vain you are told;
Oh, why will not Bucks in their Prime,
Consider they are to grow old?
You'll repent if in vain you are told;
Oh, why will not Bucks in their Prime,
Consider they are to grow old?
When the pale Face of Winter appears,
And each late blossom'd Tree tops with Snow,
Thus our Heads, thinly spread with white Hairs,
Life's last wintry Evening will show.
And each late blossom'd Tree tops with Snow,
Thus our Heads, thinly spread with white Hairs,
Life's last wintry Evening will show.
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Like the Maim'd from long dreadful Campaigns
You are mark'd, by Debauch, full of Scars,
Sunken Eyes, feeble Hams, bloodless Veins,
Palsy shaking, and seiz'd by Catarrhs:
You are mark'd, by Debauch, full of Scars,
Sunken Eyes, feeble Hams, bloodless Veins,
Palsy shaking, and seiz'd by Catarrhs:
Then Toothless ye mump, and ye moan,
Your shrivel'd Cheeks twisting about,
Ye mumble, ye grumble, and groan,
Then die as a Candle goes out.
Your shrivel'd Cheeks twisting about,
Ye mumble, ye grumble, and groan,
Then die as a Candle goes out.
RECITATIVE.
As when the rising Tempest rushing roars,Sweeps off the Harvest, shakes the sounding shores;
Red Lightnings flash, Seas bellow, Thunder growls,
The uproar reaching to the Trembling Poles.
Waves, Winds, Rocks, Rain, Ships, Sands and Clouds contend,
And Shrieks and Swearing the wide welking rend.
In dreadfull Din thus rose the Drunken Crew,
Pipes, Glasses, Bottles, Punch Bowls, Flasks o'erthrew;
They gagg'd the Preacher, dash'd him to the ground,
And in a Pipe of Claret, Time was drown'd.
Huzza young Lightfoot cry'd, while in our prime,
Claret can always kill the bugbear Time.
CHORUS.
The many rend the Room with loud Applause,So Time was drown'd, and drinking won the Cause.
End of the First Part.
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