The man of war, the man of the bar, That rove up and down great London town, Work for the tinker, &c. Those among the great, who tinker the State, Pray what's the end of their work, my friend? But to rivet a good majority. Work for the tinker, &c. This mends his name, that cobbles his fame, And thus, had I time, I could prove in my rhime, Work for the tinker, &c. THE SILENCE! ILENCE! take notice, you are my fon, 1 Spend not with cheaters, or coz'ners, your life, And when you are married, be kind to your wife, Dutiful, beautiful, kind to your wife, And true from the cap to the fhoe-tie." To drink to a man when a woman is near, Nor, unless 'tis your taste, to drink small for strong beer, Are pleasant at morn, noon, and night, Sir. To kifs with the maid, when the mistress is kind, Kifs away, both you may, sweetly smack night and day, When you travel to Highgate take this oath again, ( 144 ) SONG. COMPOSED BY MR. DIBDIN. HIS, this my lad's a foldier's life, THIS, He marches to the fprightly fife, And in each town to fome new wife Swears he'll be ever true. He's here, he's there, where is he not? He eats, drinks, fleeps, and pays no fhot, II. Call'd out to face his country's foes, The tears of fond, domeftic woes, He kiffes off, and boldly goes To earn of fame his due. Religion, liberty, and laws, Both his are, and his country's cause, III. And if at laft, in honour's wars, He earns his fhare of danger's fcars, Still he feels bold, and thanks his stars At Chelsea, free from toil and pain, Follows the loud tattoo. SONG. COMPOSED BY MR. DIBDIN. WHEN in order drawn up, and adorn'd in his best, If my foldier appears with more grace than the reft; If his gaiters are jet, his accoutrements fine, If his hair's tied up tight, and his arms brightly fhine, Let him turn, wheel, or face-march, kneel, stoop, or ftand, Anxious still to obey ev'ry word of command; Erect like an arrow, or bending his knee, II. If with smoke and with duft cover'd over, by turns, He rushes to fight—when there's nobody near. In fhort, let him turn, wheel, or face-march, kneel, stoop, or stand, Anxious still to obey ev'ry word of command; Erect like an arrow, or bending his knee, "Tis not for the Gen'ral, 'tis all to please me. Τ SONG. POOR VULCAN. RECITATIVE ACCOMPANIED. Vulcan. HE ERE, take these fhoes to Farmer Swine.I've heard the folks laugh at my fign;* And one cry'd, boo! another chuckl'd, That's fure the houfe of fome old cuckold. George! go mend Farmer Hedgestake's plough.— I dream'd last night, that on my brow Large horns grew out; and then, to-day, Scarce to the door I'd found my way, But, perch'd upon that tree, my bane, The cuckoo-zounds! he's there again. AIR. Tell me, am I laugh'd to fcorn? Quickly answer me ? I have my cue, Alas! 'tis true; Hark! the answers me -Cuckoo! -Cuckoo ! |