186 DUETS, GLEES, &c. Gentle Zitella, banish thy fear, Love's ritornella, tarry and hear. Simple Zitella, beware, ah beware! List ye no ditty, grant ye no prayer. To your light footsteps let terror add wings! Gentle Zitella, banish thy fear! Love's ritornella, tarry and hear. HARK! THE GODDESS DIANA.-A DUET. HARK! the goddess Diana Calls aloud for the chase; Bright Phoebus awakens the morn, Rouse, rouse from your slumber, And for hunting prepare, For the huntsman is winding his horn. See the hounds are unkennell'd, Upr It Upro Both And all ripe for the chase, They start to o'ertake the fleet hare! All danger they're scorning, An And Hi I tell you nothing new, sir, "T was you, sir, 't was you, sir, And for hunting preparing; To the field then, brave boys, let's repair. www "T WAS YOU, SIR.-A CATCH. Bewil "T was you, sir, you; 'T was you that kiss'd the pretty girl, Nor k To Noon You look so very blue, sir, "T is true, sir, 't is true, sir, And 'T is true, sir, true; I'm sure you kiss'd the pretty girl, Uprou And Oh, sir, no, sir, How can you wrong me so, sir? I did not kiss the pretty girlBut I know who. THE chough and crow to roost are gone, The hushed wind wails, with feeble moan, The wild fire dances on the fen, The red star shed its ray, Uprouse ve, then, my merry men, It is our op'ning day. Chorus. Uprouse ye, then, my merry men, &c. Both child and nurse are fast asleep, High from my lady's bower; Bewildered hinds, with shortened ken, Shrink on their murky way; Uprouse ye, then, my merry men, It is our op'ning day. Uprouse ye, then, &c. Nor board nor garner own we now, Nor kind mate bound by holy vow, Uprouse ye, then, &c. ALL'S WELL.-A DUET. DESERTED by the waning moon, Dost thou love wandering? Whither wouldst thou go? O, yes, I love the woods, and streams, so gay; Where such things never were, nor e'er shall be. Speak, mine own daughter with the sunbright locks! To what pale banished region wouldst thou roam? O father, let us find our frozen rocks! Let's seek that country of all countries,-Home! Seest thou these orange flowers? this palm, that rears Its head up tow'rds Heaven's blue and cloudless dome? I dream, I dream: mine eyes are hid in tears: My heart is wandering round our ancient home. Why, then we'll go. Farewell, ye tender skies, Who sheltered us, when we were forced to roam! On, on! let's pass the swallow as he flies! Farewell, kind land! Now, father, now,-for Home! MERRY GIPSIES.-A TRIO. MERRY gipsies all are we, Far from Norwood do we come; With a fal, lal, lal &c. Thro' the wood and o'er the wild, With a fal, lal, lal, &c. When the moon hangs overhead, With a fal, lal, lal, &c. But when morning lights the sky, With a fal, lal, lal, &c. A QUARTETTE AND CHORUS. A ROUND, a round, A merry laughing round, a round, While echoes sound; A round while echoes sound; In night, in night, In lovely silent night, in night, In night when stars are bright; When the gipsies play, gipsy rhyme. Tarah! tarah! So merrily singing their roundelay. Like fays, like fays, 'Tarah! tarah! Like merry tripping fays, like fays, We tread the maze, Like fays we tread the maze On midsummer's green, And where we have been The prints of our dance in morn shall be seen. CHORUS. Tarah! tarah! Now all that love daylight are sleeping, Those stars that are twinkling above us, And then, too, they call those bright twinklers While all the same time, I could swear it, |