HA Hunting Song going out. I. Ark! away, 'tis the merry ton'd horn CHORUS Of Huntsmen. All the day long, This, this is our fong, Still ballooing, And following; So frolic and free, Our joys know no bounds, While we're after the hounds, No mortals on earth are fo jolly as we. II. Round the woods when we beat, how we glow, With a bounce from his cover when he flies, III. When we fweep o'er the valleys, or climb The Return from the Chace. HE fweet rofy morn peeps over the hills, TH With blushes adorning the meadows and fields; The merry, merry, merry horn calls, Come, come away, Awake from your flumbers, and hail the new day. The merry, &c. The II. The ftag rous'd before us, away feems to fly, And pants to the chorus of hounds in full cry, Then follow, follow, follow the mufical chace, Where pleafure and vigorous health you embrace. Then follow, &c. III. The day's fport when over makes blood circle right, And gives the brisk lover fresh charms for the night; Then let us, let us now enjoy all we can while we may, Let love crown the night, as our sports crown the day. Then let us, &c. The Girl that's blithe and gay. Tune, Black Jock. F all the girls in our town, Or black, or yellow, or fair, or brown, So happy and fo bless'd as we ! On whom the sweetest joys wou'd smile, Cr CYNTHIA'S Perplexity. I. Ynthia frowns whene'er I woo her, Prithee, II. Prithee, Cynthia, look behind you, you. Nought but Love. I. HE fun was funk beneath the hill, THE The western clouds were lin'd with gold, The sky was clear, the winds were still, II. Who feeks to pluck the fragrant rofe III. I have no herds, no fleecy care, No fields that wave with golden grain, IV. How wretched is the faithful youth, Since womens hearts are bought and fold? Whene'er they figh, they figh for gold. Το V. To buy the gems of India's coaft, What wealth, what treasure can fuffice? Not all their fhine can ever boast The living luftre of her eyes: For thefe the world too cheap would prove; VI. O Silvia! fince nor gems, nor ore, More feldom found a foul fincere: W Tell me, my Heart. I. Hen Delia on the plain appears, Aw'd by a thousand tender fears, I would approach, but dare not move: Tell me, my heart, if this be love? II. Whene'er she speaks, my ravish'd ear III. If the fome other fwain commend,' IV.I When she is abfent, I no more Delight in all that pleas'd before, The cleareft fpring, or fhady grove! Tell me, my heart, if this be love? When V. - A CUPID miftaken. I. S after noon, one fummer's day, New ftrung his bow, and fill'd his quiver : II. I faint! I die! the goddess cry'd: O cruel! cou'dft thou find none other Like Nero, thou haft flain thy mother! I took you for your likeness Chloe. A ye: SILVIA to ALEXIS. Lexis, how artless a lover! I When |