Turning round to see whence this phenomenon rose, Quoth he, "The head's found, for I'm under his nose- Which goes gluggity, gluggity-glug-glug-glug." VARIETY. Words and Music by CHARLES DIBDIN, for his entertainment called "Variety." Ask you who is singing here, Ne'er have I a clouded face, And my name's Variety. Like a bird that skims the air, Love's sweet passion warms my breast, Crowded scenes and lonely grove, THE TURNING OF THE WHEEL. From "A Collection of Songs," with the music by Mr. LEVERIDGE. Engraved and printed for the author in Tavistock Street, Covent Garden, 1727. THE wheel of life is turning quickly round. The Midwife wheels us in, and Death wheels us out,- Some few aloft on Fortune's wheel do go, The courtier turns to gain his private ends, Some turn to this, and that, and every way, ; And cheat, and scrape, for what can't purchase one poor day,- And thus we wheel about in life's short farce, WIFE, CHILDREN, and FRIENDS. The HON. R. W. SPENCER. ONE day when to Jove the black list was presented, And slipp'd in three blessings-wife, children, and friends. In vain surly Pluto declared he was cheated, And justice Divine could not compass its ends; The scheme of man's penance he swore was defeated, For earth becomes heaven with-wife, children, and friends. The day-spring of youth still unclouded with sorrow, But drear is the twilight of age if it borrow No warmth from the smiles of-wife, children, and friends. Let the breath of renown ever freshen and nourish The laurel which o'er her dead favourite bends; IN THE SEASON OF THE YEAR. WHEN I was bound apprentice In famous Lincolnshire, Till I took up to poaching, As me and my comàrade 'Twas then we spied the gamekeeper- For we can wrestle and fight, my boys, For it's my delight on a shiny night, year. As me and my comàrade We caught the hare alive; We took the hare alive, my boys, And through the woods did steer, Oh! it's my delight on a shiny night, We threw him o'er our shoulders, We sold him for a crown, my boys, Success to every gentleman That wants to sell a hare. That will not sell his deer, For it's my delight on a shiny night, The date and origin of this song are unknown. Though it has not the slightest pretensions to literary merit, its subject, and the fine old English melody to which it is sung, have long made it popular among the English peasantry. "It has been sung,' says Mr. Chappell, "by several hundred voices together at the harvest-homes of George IV." I AM A FRIAR OF ORDERS GREY. J. O'KEEFE. From Shield's opera of "Robin Hood." I AM a friar of orders grey, And down in the valleys I take my way; Or knight of the shire, After supper of heaven I dream, But that is fat pullet and clouted cream; With a dainty bit of a warden-pie; A chirping cup is my matin song, Or knight of the shire, Lives half so well as a holy friar? ALL'S WELL. THOMAS DIBDIN, sung in the "English Fleet," an opera, by S. J. ARNOLD. DESERTED by the waning moon, When skies proclaim night's cheerless noon, Where caution marks the guarded way: "Good night;" "All's well." Or sailing on the midnight deep, "What cheer? Brother, quickly tell." "Above."-" Below." "Good night;" "All's well." HOME, SWEET HOME. J. HOWARD PAYNE, in the opera of "Clari, the Maid of Milan." The music, adapted by 'MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, There's no place like home! |