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AIR.
[WOULD you know where gentle love]
Miss Barnet.WOULD you know where gentle love
For a sly concealment goes,
'Tis not to the turtle dove,
'Tis not to the breathing rose;
But should powerful beauty throw
Timid glance from fav'ring eye,
Should her cheeks with blushes glow,
Ah! suspect the traitor nigh.
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SONG.
[GREAT Britain is the noblest land]
Mr. Incledon,
GREAT Britain is the noblest land
That e'er the world could boast,
Where freedom regulates command,
And her we love the most.
All join in Chorus.
That e'er the world could boast,
Where freedom regulates command,
And her we love the most.
The King, the Nation, and the Law we're ready to obey,
Then vive la Loi, and vive le Roi, and vive la Liberte!
Then vive la Loi, and vive le Roi, and vive la Liberte!
The birds unshackl'd rove the air,
The fishes swim the Sea,
No fetters e'er cou'd Britains bear,
Then why, my boys, should we?
The fishes swim the Sea,
No fetters e'er cou'd Britains bear,
Then why, my boys, should we?
CHORUS.
The King, the Nation, and the Law, &c.
Tho' all the base in arms shou'd rise
To rob us of the good,
Yet ev'ry effort we'd depise,
Their rage wou'd be withstood.
To rob us of the good,
Yet ev'ry effort we'd depise,
Their rage wou'd be withstood.
Chorus.—
The King, the Nation, &c9
SONG.
[THE turban'd Turk who scorns the world]
Mr. Johnstone.[I.]
THE turban'd Turk who scorns the world,
May strut about with his whiskers curl'd;
Keep a hundred wives under lock and key,
For nobody else but himself to see;
Yet long may he pray with his Alcoran,
Before he can love like an Irishman.
Pat joins in.
May strut about with his whiskers curl'd;
Keep a hundred wives under lock and key,
For nobody else but himself to see;
Yet long may he pray with his Alcoran,
Before he can love like an Irishman.
------ Like an Irishman.
Before he can love like an Irishman.
Before he can love like an Irishman.
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II.
The gay Monsieur, a Slave no more,
The solemn Don, and the soft Signor,
The Dutch Mynheer, so full of pride,
The Ruffian, Prussian, Swede beside;
They all may do what'ver they can,
But they'll ne'er love like an Irishman.
Pat again.
The solemn Don, and the soft Signor,
The Dutch Mynheer, so full of pride,
The Ruffian, Prussian, Swede beside;
They all may do what'ver they can,
But they'll ne'er love like an Irishman.
------ Like an Irishman,
But they'll never love like an Irishman.
But they'll never love like an Irishman.
III.
The Finikin Fops themselves beguile,
And think they please in a capital stile;
But let them ask as they roll the street,
Of any young Virgin they happen to meet,
And I know she'll say from behind her fan,
That there's none can love like an Irishman.
Pat again.
And think they please in a capital stile;
But let them ask as they roll the street,
Of any young Virgin they happen to meet,
And I know she'll say from behind her fan,
That there's none can love like an Irishman.
------ Like an Irishman,
That there's none can love like an Irishman.
That there's none can love like an Irishman.
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SONG and CHORUS.
[Ve be de merry Savoyard]
Mr. Blanchard and Miss Huntley.Father.
Ve be de merry Savoyard,
Born on de Alpy Mountain's head,
But as we found de living hard,
Ve come to France to get de bread.
CHORUS.
De song and dance be our reward,Ve be de merry Savoyard.
Ve be de merry Savoy Child,
By de want and hunger led;
Born on de Alpy Mountain wild,
Come to de France to get de bread.
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CHORUS.
De song and dance be our reward,Ve be de merry Savoyard.
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QUARTETTO.
['Tis, love dat makes de timid bold]
Mr. Blanchard, Mrs. Mountain, Miss Huntley and Mr. Cubitt.Mount.
'Tis, love dat makes de timid bold,
Blanch.
De Miser too, forget his gold,
Mount.
Can soften de obdurate breast,
Blanch.
And bid de Savoyard be blest.
Mount:
'Tis mighty love exalts mankind.
Blanch.
'Tis love exalts mankind.
Girl.
Den let us unite
And praise vid delight
De ruler of ev'ry mind
Mount.
'Tis love dispels de sailor's voe
Ven down he finds de ship must go:
Blanch.
He joys for vat he late deplor'd
To tink his Poll is not on board.
Mount.
'Tis mighty love exalts mankind.
Blanch.
'Tis love exalts mankind.
Girl.
Den let us unite
And praise vit delight,
De Ruler of ev'ry mind.
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CHORUS.
'Tis love dat makes de timid bold,De Miser too forget his gold,
Can soften de obdurate breast,
And bid de Savoyard be blest.
'Tis mighty love exalts mankind:
'Tis love exalts mankind.
GLEE.
[WE be soldiers three]
Incledon, Davis, Bannister.I
WE be soldiers threePardonnez moi, je vous en prie,
Lately come forth the Low Country,
With never a penny of money.
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II
Here, good fellow, I drink to thee,Pardonnez moi, je vous in prie,
To all good fellows, wherever they be,
With never a penny of money.
III
And he that will not pledge with me,Pardonnez moi, je vous en prie,
Pays for the shot, whatever it be,
With never a penny of money.
IV
Charge it again, boys, charge it again,Pardonnez moi, je vous en pries,
And then we will go to our work like men.
With never a penny of money.
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THE TEMPLE OF CONCORD.
CHORUS
Of femàle voices to soft and sweet music of only wind Instruments.
Silver lutes, and melting lays,Tell in tender tones of praise,
That thy joys can never cease,
Queen of Concord, Queen of peace!
DUETT
For 2 female voices.
Why seeks the gentle bird of love,The shelter'd Stream, the whisp'ring Grove?
Why pours the Nightingale her tune,
To the pale blushes of the Moon?
It is that night and concord join,
To make the peaceful Scene divine.
And then the tuneful, am'rous bird,
Is by its faithful Partner heard;
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And passion glows with fond excess;
For sacred night and concord join
To make the peaceful scene divine.
CHORUS
(repeated—all female voices)
Silver lutes, and melting lays,Tell in tender tones of praise,
That thy joys can never cease,
Queen of Concord, Queen of Peace.
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GLEE
[WHEN sacred freedom treads the plain]
Warrel, Mountain, Incledon, and Williamson.
WHEN sacred freedom treads the plain,
The gen'rous virtues swell her train;
As round she throws her radiant eye,
Despair, and hate, and envy fly,
Myrtle-wreaths her falchion bind,
She sheaths the sword for human kind.
The gen'rous virtues swell her train;
As round she throws her radiant eye,
Despair, and hate, and envy fly,
Myrtle-wreaths her falchion bind,
She sheaths the sword for human kind.
AIR
Mrs. MARTYR.—(which ends with a Semi Chorus.)
ONWARD come in wanton measure,Frolic hope, and playful pleasure,
Hope that speaks the bliss of wooing,
Passion bent on soft subduing,
Friendship, joy, and peace agree,
To be blest we must be free.
CHORUS.
Hark to the general voice,Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice!
A brighter day succeeds at last,
Oppression's heavy hour is past.
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CHORUS.
Then let us learn of Britain's favour'd land,To greet with loyal love a due command;
From virtuous rule, her boundless blessings spring,
Her laws are honor'd, and ador'd her King.
Hence, Slavery afar!
Controul thy baleful Star,
That fiercely glares in the red sphere.
Drop not from venom'd breath,
A horror worse than death,
Nor shed again thy influence here.
Incledon.
No longer shall war, and tyrannical sway,
From the face of delight, tear the blossoms away,
For the storms of contention, ambition's fell rage,
Thy magic, O freedom! has power to assuage.
CHORUS.
Hark to the general voice!Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice!
A brighter day succeeds at last,
Oppression's heavy hour is past.
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Then let us learn of Briton's favour'd land,
To greet with loyal love a due command,
From virtuous rule, her boundless blessings spring,
Her laws are honour'd, and ador'd her king.
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[Hark to the general voice!]
CHORUS.
Hark to the general voice!Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice!
A brighter day succeeds at last,
Oppression's heavy hour is past.
FINALE.
Then let us learn of Britain's favour'd land,To greet with loyal love a due command,
From virtuous rule, her boundless blessings spring,
Her laws are honour'd, and ador'd her king.
THE END.
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