_A_ BALLAD _on the Battle of_ AUDENARD. _Set by Mr._ LEVERIDGE.
[Music]
Ye Commons and Peers,
Pray lend me your Ears,
I'll Sing you a Song if I can;
How _Lewis le Grand_,
Was put to a Stand,
By the Arms of our Gracious Queen ANN.
How his Army so great,
Had a total Defeat,
Not far from the River of _Dender_;
Where his Grand-Children twain,
For fear of being slain,
Gallop'd off with the Popish Pretender.
To a Steeple on High,
The Battle to Spy,
Up Mounted these clever young Men;
And when from the Spire
They saw so much Fire,
They cleverly came down again.
Then a Horse-back they got,
All upon the same spot,
By advice of their Cousin _Vendosme_;
O Lord! cry'd out he
Unto young _Burgundy_,
Wou'd your Brother and you were at Home.
Just so did he say
When without more delay,
Away the young Gentry fled;
Whose Heels for that Work
Were much lighter than Cork,
But their Hearts were more heavy than Lead.
Not so did behave
The young _Hannover_ brave
In this bloody Field I assure ye;
When his War-Horse was shot,
Yet he matter'd it not,
But charg'd still on Foot like a Fury.
When Death flew about
Aloud he call'd out,
Ho! you Chevalier of St. GEORGE;
If you'll never stand
By Sea nor by Land,
Pretender, that Title you forge.
Thus boldly he stood,
As became that high Blood,
Which runs in his Veins so blue;
This Gallant young Man
Being kin to Queen ANN,
Fought as were she a Man, she wou'd do.
What a Racket was here,
(I think 'twas last Year)
For a little ill Fortune in _Spain_;
When by letting 'em Win,
We have drawn the Putts in
To lose all they are worth this Campaign.
Tho' _Bruges_ and _Ghent_,
To the Monsieur we lent,
With Interest he soon shall repay 'em;
While _Paris_ may Sing,
With her sorrowful King
_De Profundis_, instead of _Te Deum_.
From their Dream of Success,
They'll awaken we guess
At the sound of Great _Marlborough's_ Drums;
They may think if they will
Of _Almanza_ still,
But 'tis _Blenheim_ wherever he comes.
O _Lewis_ perplex'd,
What General's next?
Thou hast hitherto chang'd 'em in vain;
He has beat 'em all round,
If no new ones are found,
He shall Beat the old over again.
We'll let _Tallard_ out
If he'll take t'other bout;
And much he's improv'd let me tell ye,
With _Nottingham_ Ale,
At every Meal,
And good Pudding and Beef in his Belly.
As Losers at Play,
Their Dice throw away,
While the Winner he still Wins on;
Let who will Command,
Thou hadst better Disband,
For Old Bully thy Doctors are gone.
A Happy Memorable BALLAD, _On the Fight near_ Audenard, _between the
Duke of_ Marlborough, _of_ Great-Britain; _and the Duke of_ Vendosme,
_of_ France. _As also the strange and wonderful Manner how the Princes
of the Blood Royal of_ France, _were found in a Wood. In allusion to
the_ Unhappy Memorable SONG _commonly call'd_ CHEVY-CHACE.
[Music]
God Prosper long our Gracious Queen,
Our Lives and Safeties all:
A woful Fight of late their did
Near _Audenard_ befal.
To drive the _French_ with Sword and Gun,
Brave _Marlborough_ took his Way;
Ah! woe the Time that _France_ beheld
The Fighting of that Day.
The Valiant Duke to Heaven had swore,
_Vendosme_ shou'd pay full dear,
For _Ghent_ and _Bruges_, e'er his Fame
Should reach his Master's Ear.
And now with Eighty Thousand bold,
And chosen Men of Might;
He with the _French_ began to wage
A sharp and bloody Fight.
The Gallant _Britains_ swiftly ran,
The _French_ away to Chase;
On _Wednesday_ they began to fight,
When Day-light did decrease.
And long before high-Night, they had
Ten Thousand _Frenchmen_ slain;
And all the Rivers Crimson flow'd,
As they were dy'd in grain.
The _Britains_ thro' the Woods pursu'd,
The nimble _French_ to take;
And with their Cries the Hills and Dales,
And every Tree did shake.
The Duke then to the Wood did come,
In hopes _Vendosme_ to meet;
When lo! the Prince of _Carignan_
Fell at his Grace's Feet.
Oh! Gentle Duke forbear, forbear,
Into that Wood to shoot;
If ever pity mov'd your Grace,
But turn your Eyes and look:
See where the Royal Line of _France_,
Great _Lewis's_ Heirs do lie;
And sure a Sight more pitious was
Ne'er seen by Mortal Eye.
What Heart of Flint but must relent,
Like Wax before the Sun:
To see their Glory at an end,
E'er yet it was begun.
Whenas our General found your Grace,
Wou'd needs begin to Fight:
As thinking it wou'd please the Boys,
To see so fine a Sight.
He straightway sent them to the Top
Of yonder Church's Spire;
Where they might see, and yet be safe
From Swords and Guns, and Fire.
But first he took them by the Hand,
And kiss'd them e'er they went;
Whilst Tears stood in their little Eyes,
As if they knew th' Event.
Then said, he would with Speed return,
Soon as the Fight was done;
But when he saw his Men give Ground,
Away he basely run,
And left these Children all alone,
As Babes wanting Relief;
And long they wandred up and down,
No Hopes to chear their Grief.
Thus Hand in Hand they walk'd, 'till
At last this Wood they spy'd;
And when they saw the Night grow dark,
They here lay down and cry'd.
At this the Duke was inly mov'd,
His Breast soft Pity beat;
And so he straightway ordered
His Men for to Retreat.
And now, but that my Pen is blunt,
I might with ease relate;
How Fifteen Thousand _French_ were took,
Besides what found their Fate.
Nor should the Prince of _Hannover_
In silence be forgot;
Who like a Lyon fought on Foot,
After his Horse was shot.
And what strange Chance likewise befel,
Unto these Children dear:
But that your Patience is too much
Already tir'd, I fear.
And so God Bless the Queen and Duke,
And send a lasting Peace:
That Wars and foul Debate henceforth
In all the World may cease.
_The Duke of_ Marlborough's _Health. Set by Mr._ R. COX.
[Music]
Come, here's a good Health, the Duke I do mean,
That bravely Fought, that bravely Fought for his Nation and Queen,
May his Fate still be,
That Conquer shall he
Till the Nation with Peace it be Crown'd;
Come Lads never think,
But his Health let's Drink,
And Sing his Great Praise, and Sing his Great Praise
whilst Bumpers pass Round.
_The Duke of_ Marlborough's _HEALTH._
[Music]
_Marlborough's_ a brave Commander,
He Conducts us into the Field;
As bold as _Alexander_,
He'll Dye before he'll yield:
Sound the Trumpet Sound, Boys,
Let each Man stand his Ground, Boys;
Ne'er let us flinch, nor give back an Inch,
And so let his Health go round, Boys.
_A_ SONG.
_Set by Mr._ JOHN ECCLES, _and Sung by Mr._ GOUGE, _in the Farce
call'd_, Women will have their Wills.
[Music]
_Belinda's_ pretty, pretty, pleasing Form,
Does my happy, happy, happy, happy Fancy charm:
Her prittle-prattle, tittle-tattle's all engaging, most obliging;
Whilst I'm pressing, clasping, kissing,
Oh! oh! how she does my Soul alarm:
There is such Magick in her Eyes,
Such Magick in her Eyes, in her Eyes,
Does my wond'ring Heart Surprise:
Her prinking, nimping, twinking, pinking,
Whilst I'm courting, for transporting,
How like an Angel, She panting lies, She panting lies.
_A_ SONG _on a Ladies Drinking._
[Music]
Whilst _Phillis_ is Drinking, Love and Wine in alliance,
With Forces United, bids resistless defiance;
Each touch of her Lip, makes Wine sparkle Higher,
And her Eyes by her Drinking, redouble the Fire:
Her Cheeks grow the brighter, recruiting their Colour,
As Flowers by sprinkling revive with fresh Odour;
Each Dart dipt in Wine, Love wounds beyond curing,
And the Liquor like Oil makes the flame more enduring.
_The first_ SONG, _Sung by Mr._ PRINCE, _in the_ Maid in the Mill.
[Music]
How long, how long shall I pine for Love?
How long shall I sue in vain?
How long, how long like the Turtle Dove,
Must I heavily thus complain?
Shall the Sails of my Love stand still,
Shall the grist of my Hopes be unground?
Oh fye, oh fye, oh fye, oh fye let the Mill,
Let the Mill go round, let the Mill, let the Mill go round.
_A_ SONG _Sung at_ HOLMSE's _Booth in_ Bartholomew Fair, _Set by Mr._
JOHN BARRETT.
[Music]
War, War and Battle now no more,
Shall your thun'dring Cannons roar;
No more, no more of War complain,
Peace begins, Peace begins her _Halcyon_ Reign:
For now the Tow'ring Bird of _Jove_,
Stoops, stoops to the gentle Billing _Dove_.
_A_ SONG _Set by Mr._ Daniel Purcell, _and Sung at the_ Theatre _Royal
in_ DRURY-LANE.
[Music]
_Cupid_ make your Virgins tender,
Make 'em easy to be won;
Let 'em presently surrender,
When the Treaty's once begun:
Such as like a tedious Wooing,
Let 'em cruel Damsels find:
But let such as wou'd, as wou'd be doing,
Prithee, prithee, prithee _Cupid_ make 'em kind,
Prithee, prithee _Cupid_ make 'em kind.
_A_ Scotch SONG, _Sung by Mrs._ Willis _at the_ THEATRE.
[Music]
Ken you, who comes here,
The Laird of aw the Clan;
Whom Ise Love but fear,
Because a muckle Man:
But what if he's Great,
He descends from his State,
And receive him, receive him as you can.
Come my Bonny Blith Lads,
Shew your best Lukes and Plads,
Our Laird is here;
Whom we shou'd Love,
And who shou'd approve,
Our Respect as well as Fear,
For the Laird is here whom we Love and Fear.
_A_ SONG _in the Loves of_ MARS _and_ VENUS _Set by Mr._ J. Eccles,
_Sung by Mrs._ Hudson.
[Music]
To meet her _Mars_ the Queen of Love,
Comes here adorn'd with all her Charms;
The Warriour best the Fair can move,
And crowns his Toils in Beauty's Arms:
The Warriour best the Fair can move,
And crowns his Toils in Beauty's Arms.
_A_ SONG _in the Comedy call'd Love betray'd, Sung by Mrs._
Bracegirdle, _Set by Mr._ John Eccles.
[Music]
If I hear _Orinda_ Swear,
She cures my Jealous Smart;
If I hear _Orinda_ Swear,
She cures my Jealous Smart:
The Treachery becomes the Fair,
And doubly Fires my Heart;
The Treachery becomes the Fair,
And doubly Fires my Heart.
Beauty's Strength and Treasure,
In Falshood still remain;
She gives the greatest Pleasure,
That gives the greatest Pain,
That gives the greatest Pain:
She gives the greatest Pleasure,
She gives the greatest Pleasure,
That gives the greatest Pain:
She gives the greatest Pleasure,
She gives the greatest Pleasure,
That gives the greatest Pain,
That gives the greatest Pain.
_A_ SONG _in the_ Funeral, _Sung by Mrs._ Harris, _Set by Mr._ Daniel
Purcel.
[Music]
Let not Love, let not Love on me, on me bestow,
Soft Distress, soft Distress and tender Woe;
I know none, no, no, no, none but substantial Blisses,
Eager Glances, eager Glances, solid Kisses:
I know not what the Lover feign,
Of finer Pleasure mixt with Pain:
Then prithee, prithee give me gentle Boy,
None of thy Grief, but all, all, all, all, but all, all, all, all, all,
all the Joy;
But all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy.
Prithee give me, prithee give me gentle Boy,
None of thy Grief, but all, all, all, all, but all, all, all, all, all,
all the Joy,
But all, all, all, all, all, all the Joy.
_A_ SONG _in the Loves of_ MARS _and_ VENUS, _Set by Mr._ J. ECCLES,
_Sung by Mr._ Morgan.
[Music]
Fly, fly ye lazy Hours, hast, bring him here,
Swift, swift as my fond Wishes are;
When we Love, and Love to Rage,
Ev'ry Moment seems an Age:
When we Love, and Love to Rage,
Ev'ry Moment seems an Age.
_A_ Scotch SONG, _Sung by Mrs._ BALLDEN.
[Music]
Oh! my Panting, panting Heart,
Why so Young, and why so sad?
Why does Pleasure seem a Smart,
Or I wretched while I'm Glad?
Oh! Lovers Goddess, who wert form'd,
From Cold and Icy, Icy Seas;
Instruct me why I am thus warm'd!
And Darts at once can wound and please.
_A_ SONG _Set by Mr._ John Eccles, _Sung by Mrs._ HODGSON.
[Music]
Fye _Amarillis_, cease to grieve,
Fye, fye, fye, fye cease, cease to grieve,
Fye, fye, fye, fye, cease, cease to grieve,
For him thou never canst retrieve;
Wilt thou Sigh for one that flies thee,
Wilt thou Sigh for one that flies thee,
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, Scorn the wretch,
Scorn the wretch, that Love denies thee,
Scorn the wretch, scorn the wretch,
That Love, that Love denies thee.
Call Pride to thy aid, and be not afraid,
Of meeting a Swain that is kind;
As handsome as he, perhaps he may be,
At least, at least a more Generous Mind:
As handsome as he, perhaps he may be,
At least a more Generous Mind,
At least a more Generous Mind.
_A_ SONG _in the Comedy call'd_, The Old Batchelour, _Set by Mr._
HENRY PURCELL.
[Music]
As _Amoret_ and _Thyrsis_ lay,
As _Amoret_ and _Thyrsis_ lay;
Melting, melting, melting, melting the Hours in gentle play,
Joyning, joyning, joyning Faces, mingling Kisses,
Mingling kisses, mingling kisses, and exchanging harmless Blisses:
He trembling cry'd with eager, eager hast,
Let me, let me, let me feed, oh! oh! let me, let me,
Let me, let me feed, oh! oh! oh! oh! let me, let me, let me, let
me Feed as well as Tast,
I dye, dye, dye, I dye, dye, I dye,
I dye, if I'm not wholly Blest.
The fearful Nymph reply'd forbear,
I cannot, dare not, must not hear;
Dearest _Thyrsis_ do not move me,
Do not, do not, if you Love me:
O let me still, the Shepherd said,
But while she fond resistance made,
The hasty Joy in struggling fled.
Vex'd at the Pleasure she had miss'd,
She frown'd and blush'd, and sigh'd and kiss'd,
And seem'd to moan, in sullen Cooing,
The sad miscarriage of their Wooeing:
But vain alass! were all her Charms,
For _Thyrsis_ deaf to Love's Alarms,
Baffled and fenceless, tir'd her Arms.
_A_ SONG.
[Music]
She met with a Country-man,
In the middle of all the Green;
And _Peggy_ was his Delight,
And good Sport was to be seen.
But ever she cry'd brave _Roger_,
I'll drink a whole Glass to thee;
But as for _John_ of the Green,
I care not a Pin for him.
Bulls and Bears, and Lyons, and Dragons,
And O brave _Roger_ a _Cauverly_;
Piggins and Wiggins, Pints and Flaggons,
O brave, _&c._
He took her by the middle,
And taught her by the Flute;
Well done brave _Roger_ quoth she,
Thou hast not left thy old Wont.
But ever she cry'd, _&c._
He clap'd her upon the Buttock,
And forth she let a Fart;
My Belly quoth she is eased by thee,
And I thank thee _Roger_ for't.
_Love's Conquest._
[Music]
As unconcern'd and free as Air,
I did retain my Liberty;
Laugh'd at the Fetters of the Fair,
And scorn'd a beauties Slave to be:
'Till your bright Eyes surpriz'd my Heart,
And first inform'd me how to Love;
Then Pleasure did invade each Part,
Yet to conceal my Flame I strove.
As _Indians_ at a distance pay,
Their awful reverence to the Sun:
And dare not 'till he'll bless the Day,
Seem to have any thing begun:
Thus I rest, 'till your Smiles invite,
My Looks and Thoughts I do constrain;
And tremble to express Delight,
Unless you please to ease my Pain.
_A_ SONG _in the Comedy call'd, the_ Wife's Excuse. _By_ H. P.
[Music]
_Corinna_ I excuse thy Face,
Those erring Lines, which Nature drew;
When I reflect that ev'ry Grace,
Thy Mind adorns, is just and true:
But oh! thy Wit what God hast sent,
Surprising, Airy, unconfin'd;
Some wonder sure _Apollo_ meant,
And shot himself into thy Mind.
_The_ Sailors SONG _in the Subscription_ Musick, _Set by Mr._ Weldon,
_Sung by Mr._ Dogget.
[Music]
Just coming from Sea, our Spouses and we,
We Punch it, we Punch it, we Punch it,
We Punch it, we Punch it a Board with Couragio;
We Sing Laugh and Cling, and in Hammocks we swing,
And Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey my brave Boys Bonviago:
We Sing Laugh and Cling, and in Hammocks we swing,
We Sing Laugh and Cling, and in Hammocks we swing,
And Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, my brave Boys Bonviago.
_The Serenading_ SONG _in the_ Constant Couple, _or a Trip to the_
Jubilee; _Written by Mr._ G. FARQUHAR, _Set by Mr._ D. Purcell, _Sung
by Mr._ FREEMAN.
[Music]
Thus _Damon_ knock'd at _CÊlia's_ Door,
Thus _Damon_ knock'd at _CÊlia's_ Door,
He sigh'd and begg'd, and wept and swore,
The sign was so, She answer'd no,
The sign was so, She answer'd no, no, no, no.
Again he sigh'd, again he pray'd,
No _Damon_ no, no, no, no, no, I am afraid;
Consider _Damon_ I'm a Maid,
Consider _Damon_ no, no, no, no, no, no, no, I'm a Maid.
At last his Sighs and Tears made way,
She rose and softly turn'd the Key;
Come in said she, but do not, do not stay,
I may conclude, you will be rude;
But if you are you may:
I may conclude, you will be rude,
But if you are you may.
_A 'Squire's Choice; or the Coy Lady's Beauty by him admir'd._
[Music]
The World is a Bubble and full of Decoys,
Her glittering Pleasures are flattering Toys;
The which in themselves no true Happiness brings,
Rich Rubies, nay Diamonds, Chains, Jewels and Rings:
They are but as Dross, and in Time will decay,
So will Virgin Beauty, so will Virgin Beauty,
Tho' never so gay.
Then boast not young _Phillis_ because thou art Fair,
Soft Roses and Lillies more beautiful are,
Than ever thou wast, when they in their Prime,
And yet do they fade in a very short time:
All temporal Glories in time will decay,
So will Virgin Beauty, so will Virgin Beauty,
Tho' never so gay.
Since all things are changing and nothing will last,
Since Years, Months, and Minutes thy Beauty will blast,
Like Flowers that fade in the fall of the Leaf,
Afford me thy Favour and pity my Grief:
E'er thy Youth and Beauty does clearly depart,
For thou art my Jewel, for thou art my Jewel,
The Joy of my Heart.
I value not Riches, for Riches I have,
I value not Honour, no Honour I crave;
But what thou art able to bless me withal,
And if by thy Frowns to Despair I should fall:
Then Farewel those Joys which so long I have sought,
To languish in Sorrow, to languish in Sorrow,
Alass! I am brought.
I come not to flatter, as many have done,
Afford me a Smile, or my Dear I shall run
Distracted, as being disturbed in Mind,
Then now, now, or never be loving and kind:
This Day thou canst cherish my sorrowful State,
To morrow sweet Jewel, to morrow sweet Jewel,
It may be too late.
You know that young Women has rail'd against Men,
And counted them false and base flatterers, when
We find that your Sexs are as cruel to us,
Or else you would never have Tortur'd me thus:
As now you have done by your Darts of Disdain,
You know that I love you, you know that I love you,
Yet all is in vain.
_The Damsels Answer, To the same Tune._
Now dry up thy Tears, and no longer exclaim,
Against thy Fair beautiful _Phillis_ by Name;
Who never as yet was acquainted with Love,
Yet here I declare by the Powers above:
I cannot be Cruel to one that is True,
Wherefore bid thy Sorrows, wherefore bid thy Sorrows
For ever adieu.
With all the Affections that Words can express,
I freely surrender, and can do no less;
When as I consider in e'ery Degree,
How loyal and faithful thou hast been to me,
I cannot be Cruel to one that is True,
And so bid thy Sorrows, and so bid thy Sorrows
For ever adieu.
_The Jolly SAILOR's Resolution._
[Music]
As I am a Sailor, 'tis very well known,
And I've never as yet had a Wife of my own;
But now I am resolved to Marry if I can,
To show my self a Jolly, Jolly brisk young Man,
Man, Man,
To show my self a Jolly, Jolly brisk young Man.
Abroad I have been, and since home I am come,
My Wages I have took, 'tis a delicate Sum;
And now Mistress Hostess begins to flatter me,
But I have not forgot her former Cruelty,
ty, ty,
But I have not forgot her former Cruelty.
Near _Lymehouse_ she liv'd, where I formerly us'd,
I'll show you in brief how I once was abus'd,
After in her House I had quite consumed my store,
But kick me if I ever, ever feast her more,
more, more,
But kick me if I ever, ever feast her more.
I came to her once with abundance of Gold,
And as she that beautiful Sight did behold;
She said with a Kiss thou art welcome _John_ to me,
For I have shed a Thousand, Thousand Tears for thee,
Thee, thee,
For I have shed a Thousand, Thousand Tears for thee.
Her flattering Words I was apt to believe,
And then at my Hands she did freely receive;
A Ring which she said she would keep for _Johnny's_ sake,
She wept for Joy as if her very Heart wou'd break:
Break, break,
She wept for Joy as if her very Heart wou'd break.
We feasted on Dainties and drank of the best,
Thought I with my Friends I am happily blest;
For Punch, Beer and Brandy they Night and Day did call,
And I was honest _Johnny_, _Johnny_ pay for all:
All, all,
And I was honest _Johnny_, _Johnny_ pay for all.
They ply'd me so warm, that in troth I may say,
That I scarce in a Month knew the Night from the Day;
My Hostess I kiss'd, tho' her Husband he was by,
For while my Gold and Silver lasted, who but I:
I, I,
For while my Gold and Silver lasted, who but I.
They said I should Marry their dear Daughter _Kate_,
And in Token of Love I presented her strait:
With a Chain of Gold, and a rich costly Head,
Thus _Johnny_, _Johnny_, _Johnny_ by the Nose was lead:
Lead, lead,
Thus _Johnny_, _Johnny_, _Johnny_ by the Nose was lead.
This Life I did lead for a Month and a Day,
And then all my Glory begun to decay:
My Money was gone, I quite consum'd my Store,
My Hostess told me in a Word, she would not Score,
Score, Score,
My Hostess told me in a Word, she would not Score.
She frown'd like a Fury, and _Kate_ was Coy,
A Kiss or a Smile I no more must enjoy,
Nay, if that I call'd but for a Mug of Beer,
My Hostess she was very Deaf and could not hear,
hear, hear,
My Hostess she was very Deaf and could not hear.
But that which concern'd me more than the rest,
My Money it was gone, and she'd needs have me Prest;
Aboard of the Fleet, then I in a Passion flew,
And ever since I do abhor the Canting Crew,
Crew, Crew,
And ever since I do abhor the canting Crew.
Now having replenish'd my Stock once again,
My Hostess and Daughter I vow to refrain
Their Company quite, and betake my self to a Wife,
With whom I hope to live a sober Life,
Life, Life,
With whom I hope to live a sober Life.
Then in came a Damsel as fresh as a Rose,
He gave her a Kiss, and began for to close,
In Courting, and said, canst love an honest Tar,
Who for this Six or Seven Years has travell'd far,
Far, far,
Who for this Six or Seven Years has travell'd far.
His offer was noble, his Guineas was good,
And therefore the innocent Maid never stood
To make a Denial, but granted his Request,
And now she's with a jolly Sailor, Sailor blest.
Blest, blest,
And now she's with a jolly Sailor, Sailor blest.