DUETS, GLEES, &c. ve crowned the day, hounds are waiting for their prey; e huntsman's call vites ye all, e in boys while ye may. he jolly horn, he rosy morn, harmony of deep mouth'd hounds; hese-these my boys, re sportsmen's joys, pleasure knows no bounds. HE MESSENGER BIRD.-A DUET t come from the spirit's land, thou bird; art come from the spirit's land, the dark pine grove let thy voice be heard, ll of the shadowy band. that the bowers are green and fair, light of that summer shore, now that the friends we've lost are there, re there, and they weep no more. as thou bird of the solemn strain, ose who have lov'd forget? 182 DUETS, GLEES, &c. We call them far through the silent night, SEE OUR OARS.- SEE our oars with feather'd spray, From yonder lone and rocky shore, SLEEP GENTLE LADY.-A SERENADE. LOVE, MY MARY. -A DUET. LOVE, my Mary, dwells with thee, T Y Love, my Mary, ne'er can roam, Yet 'tis not in beaming eyes, In my heart his home thou'lt see; SWEET THE HOUR.-A CHORUS. SWEET the hour when freed from labor, To the merry pipe and tabor, Sweet the hour, &c. Nymphs with all their native graces, Sweet the hour, &c. Blest with plenty, here the Farmer, Sweet the hour, &e Tho' a tear for prospects blighted, Sweet the hour, &c. CROWS IN A CORN-FIELD.-A GLEE. SEE yonder corn-field, Where waves the rip'ning grain, While cautious peeping, prying, 'Why not?' 'You'll be shot!' Caw! caw! caw! says the scout, look out! We smell powder my lad, we're not to be had, 6 All! all in vain you try old birds to catch with chaff And at you and your gun we laugh, ha! ha! DAME DURDEN.-A GLEE. DAME Durden had five serving maids To carry the milking pail; She also had five laboring men, To manage the spade and flail: DUETS, GLEES, &c. There was Moll and Bet, And Doll and Kate, And Dorothy with a pail; And Joe and Jack, And Tom and Dick, And Humphrey with his flail;- And Tom kiss'd Dolly, And Dick kiss'd Kitty, And Humphrey with his flail, And Kitty she was a charming girl, Durden in the morn so soon e did begin to call, Duse her serving men and maids ost loudly she did bawl. as on the morn of Valentine e birds began to mate, e Durden and her men and maids mey all began to prate. OVE'S RITORNELLA.-A DUET. LE Zitella, whither away? ritornella, list while I play. have lingered too long on my road, is advancing, the brigand's abroad! Zitella has too much to fear; ritornella she may not hear. ing Zitella, why shouldst thou care, is not darker than thy raven hair! ose bright eyes if the brigand should see art the robber, the captive is he! |