GOD SAVE THE KING. TUNE. While Waves rebound from Albion's shore." E hardy Sons of Honour's Land, YE Where Freedom MAGNA CHARTA plann'd, On ev'ry shore where salt tides roll, When! when will you be free? Mistake me not, my Hearts of Oak, Ye Sovereigns of the Sea; No right I blame, I praise no wrong, sing an Independent Song, But Since Ministers must be withstood, And Patriots are but Flesh and Blood, I dare with both be free. While strange told tales from Scribbler's pen, Ye Sovereigns of the Sea; The trash of temporizing Slaves, Such fellows can't be free. We meet for Mirth, we meet to Sing, Ye Sovereigns of the Sea; As Honest Instinct points the way, As Men who shou'd be free. Assist, Uphold your Church and State, Shun Party, that unwelcome Guest, Forget, Forgive, in Faction's Spite, Then, then, my Friends you're free. Ye Sov'reigns of Wide Ocean's Waves, A Requiem let us sing; THE VISION. TUNE. "As I went o'er the Meadows, no matter the Day." S Home I' return'd, it was late in the Day, Thro' Westminster Abbey, I knew, was my way, And there I beheld,—or believe that I saw, A terrible Spectre, with Teeth wanting Jaw. The Figure was frightful, as you may suppose, His Sockets were Eyeless, and never a Nose. I, trembling, address'd him with-Sir, I presume My Joy cou'd you guess, when, recover'd, I spy'd Awaking, she tenderly call'd out,-My Dear! Let Fribbles with Beauty as Fribbles behave, fi STROLOGERS lately a Bustle have made, ASTRO round the Sun Venus cou'd dance it, With optic, catoptric, dioptric parade, To spy how genteel was her Transit. Between you and I, tho' 'twas mal a-propo, T'examine a fine Woman's Actions, For were we to look among Ladies below, What Frays it wou'd make? and what Fractions? Good-lack how they look'd at this wonderful Sight.- When all came to all, and when all came to light, *Run pro ran, for the Rhime Sake. G 5 While pointing your Glasses, and winking each way, Inquisitives, what did you see? Does th' Empress of Joy, now, friends, honestly say, Wear Garters above, or 'low knee? A fig for the farce of your schemes and your scrolls, But as to each Orb which high over us rolls, Into Ditch Thales fell, with his Telescope geer, When brought back bedaub'd, all his Spouse said was, Dear, You had better observe things at home. If Husbands who ramble, this maxim wou'd mind, it but once to the proof, And put Observe things at Home; go but Home and they'll find, At Home they had Business enough. MARIA. TUNE. lanthe Lovely, the Joy of the Plain." ONE NE day, by appointment, Maria I met, That Day of Delight, I remember it yet. As the meadow we cross'd, to avoid the town's crowd, The Sun seem'd eclips'd by a black spreading cloud, Escaping the shower, to Barn we fast fled, There safe heard the pattering rain over head. |