An Original Collection of Songs sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff |
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THE MEMORY OF SHAKESPEARE.
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THE MEMORY OF SHAKESPEARE.
A CONVIVIAL SONG,
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Sung by the Author at the Surrey Beef Steak Club, on Shakespeare's Birthday, April the 23rd, 1832. Air—Gee ho Dobbin.
To prove both in Arms, and Arts, England bears sway,
Once more, friends, St. George ushers in the blest day—
The day of all days, when our Shakespeare was born
To astonish, improve, to delight, and adorn!
All hil, Shaakespeare! Glorious Shakespeare!
All hail, Shakespeare! All hail! all hail!
Once more, friends, St. George ushers in the blest day—
The day of all days, when our Shakespeare was born
To astonish, improve, to delight, and adorn!
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All hail, Shakespeare! All hail! all hail!
Bright Master of Smiles—Great Commander of Tears!
Magician, awaking our hopes and our fears—
Since, for us, he has fill'd up such full draughts of pleasure,
Pledge his Memory in bumpers—yield ‘Measure for Measure.’
All hail, &c.
Magician, awaking our hopes and our fears—
Since, for us, he has fill'd up such full draughts of pleasure,
Pledge his Memory in bumpers—yield ‘Measure for Measure.’
All hail, &c.
Yes, to Shakespeare we'll drink—come, there's none must deny—
To his Memory? No—for he never can die!
He's with us—we are all by his Spirit engrost—
Then to Shakespeare fill up! 'Twon't be ‘Love's Labour's Lost.’
All hail, &c.
To his Memory? No—for he never can die!
He's with us—we are all by his Spirit engrost—
Then to Shakespeare fill up! 'Twon't be ‘Love's Labour's Lost.’
All hail, &c.
May Monopoly ne'er to his Works set a span—
But all, by right, still represent him that can!
May our wise Legislators but doom those their terrors,
Of his Plays who'd a ‘Comedy set forth ‘of Errors.’
All hail, &c.
But all, by right, still represent him that can!
May our wise Legislators but doom those their terrors,
Of his Plays who'd a ‘Comedy set forth ‘of Errors.’
All hail, &c.
He the ‘Tempest’ controlled—in his ‘Hamlet’ was chief—
Spelled our senses, and charm'd, at his will, our belief—
Could with all sorts of ranks, at all seasons prevail,
For he still for ‘Twelfth Nighi’ had a sweet ‘Winter's Tale.’
All hail, &c.
Spelled our senses, and charm'd, at his will, our belief—
Could with all sorts of ranks, at all seasons prevail,
For he still for ‘Twelfth Nighi’ had a sweet ‘Winter's Tale.’
All hail, &c.
To Woman, best treasure, he's e'en added worth—
He to Beatrice, Juliet, Ophelia gave birth—
For our sweethearts, a model, as fancy may strike it,
I no one shall point out—choose, friends, ‘As you like it.’
All hail, &c.
He to Beatrice, Juliet, Ophelia gave birth—
For our sweethearts, a model, as fancy may strike it,
I no one shall point out—choose, friends, ‘As you like it.’
All hail, &c.
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With his ‘Windsor's Gay Wives'’ through long nights we have laugh'd—
With ‘Verona's Two Gentlemen oft we have quaff'd—
And found the dull hours o'er the grape's ruby stream,
Pass as sweetly as does a ‘Midsummer Night's Dream.’
All hail, &c.
With ‘Verona's Two Gentlemen oft we have quaff'd—
And found the dull hours o'er the grape's ruby stream,
Pass as sweetly as does a ‘Midsummer Night's Dream.’
All hail, &c.
I no ‘Timon’ will be in proclaiming the skill
Of the Will of all Wills of our Warwickshire Will!
For though feeble my efforts may prove, it is soothing
That none can say there's ‘Much ado about nothing.’
All hail, &c.
Of the Will of all Wills of our Warwickshire Will!
For though feeble my efforts may prove, it is soothing
That none can say there's ‘Much ado about nothing.’
All hail, &c.
Now here's to all Dramatists, Minor or Chief—
Willy Shakespeare the great, litrle Willy Moncrieff.
The highest, and lowest—we can't all excel—
So I'll finish my Song, for ‘All's well that ends well.’
All hail, Shakespeare! Matchless Shakespeare!
Glorious Shakespeare! All hail! all hail!
Willy Shakespeare the great, litrle Willy Moncrieff.
The highest, and lowest—we can't all excel—
So I'll finish my Song, for ‘All's well that ends well.’
All hail, Shakespeare! Matchless Shakespeare!
Glorious Shakespeare! All hail! all hail!
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