Moonlight The Doge's daughter: Ariadne: Carmen Britannicum, or The song of Britain: Angelica, or The rape of Proteus: By Edward, Lord Thurlow |
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A SONG OF THE SEA-FAIRIES. |
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A SONG OF THE SEA-FAIRIES.
We tread upon the golden sand,
When the waves are rolling in,
And the porpus comes to land,
And to leap he doth begin,
Snorting to the fishy air:
Prepare, prepare,
Good housewives, keep your fires bright,
For your mates come home to-night.
When the waves are rolling in,
And the porpus comes to land,
And to leap he doth begin,
Snorting to the fishy air:
Prepare, prepare,
Good housewives, keep your fires bright,
For your mates come home to-night.
Now the drenched nets are drawn
From the swaying of the seas;
'Faith, your rings must go to pawn,
Blow such bitter winds, as these:
The moon, the moon,
Riding at her highest noon,
Swells the orbed waters bright,
And your mates come home to-night.
From the swaying of the seas;
'Faith, your rings must go to pawn,
Blow such bitter winds, as these:
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Riding at her highest noon,
Swells the orbed waters bright,
And your mates come home to-night.
Through our crisped locks the wind,
Like a sighing lover plays;
Now let Joan, and Alice kind
Make the wint'ry faggot blaze;
And the pot be Lucy's care:
Prepare, prepare,
And see, you speed your welcome right,
For your mates come home to-night.
Like a sighing lover plays;
Now let Joan, and Alice kind
Make the wint'ry faggot blaze;
And the pot be Lucy's care:
Prepare, prepare,
And see, you speed your welcome right,
For your mates come home to-night.
Else we'll pinch you black and blue,
Underneath pale Hecate's team;
And the cramp your joints shall rue,
And the night-mare in your dream:
Be sure, be sure,
This, and more you shall endure,
If you smile not, chaste and bright,
When your mates come home to-night.
Underneath pale Hecate's team;
And the cramp your joints shall rue,
And the night-mare in your dream:
Be sure, be sure,
This, and more you shall endure,
If you smile not, chaste and bright,
When your mates come home to-night.
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