SONGS IN THE NEW OPERA, Call'd the WORLD in the MOON

Sould by I: Walsh Musicall Instrument maker in Or­dinary to his Majesty, at the Golden Harpe and Ho-boy, in Catherine-Street near Summersett House in the Strand, and I: Hare Musicall Instrument Seller at ye Golden Violl in St. Paules Churchyard, and at his Shopp in Freemans-Yard in Cornhill, 1697

Sung by Mrs Magnus and a Boy

set by Mr Daniel Purcell.
[...] To Cynthia then our homage pay,
[...] & dedicate, & dedicate th'eternal day, th'eter╌nall th'eter╌nall th'eter╌nall th'eternall day;
[...] Her praises move, her praises move, her praises move, ye Heavenly Round,
[...] her Songs, her Songs, with Jo╌peans Crownd,
[...] up to her Brothers throne, up to her Brothers throne, up to her Brothers throne, her Brothers throne, shall sound, shall sound,
[...] up to her Brothers throne shall sound, shall sound,
[...] up to her Brothers throne shall sound.
[...] To Cynthia then our homage pay,
[...] & dedicate, and dedicate th'e ternall day, th'eternall th'eter╌nall th'eter╌ nall, th'eternall day;
[...] Her praises move, her praises move, her praises move, ye Heavenly Round,
[...] her Songs, her Songs, with Jo╌peans Crownd,
up to her Brothers throne, up to her Brothers throne, her Brothers throne, shall sound, shall sound,
[...] up to her Brothers throne shall sound, shall sound,
[...] up to her Brothers throne shall sound.

Sung by Mr. Freeman, & Mr. Leveridge,

set by Mr Ieremiah Clark
[...] Whilst thus our Calmer pleasure flow╌ flow╌flow╌
[...] whilst thus our Calmer pleasure flow
[...] what Storms╌disturbs, disturbs╌the Globe be╌low, ╌low
[...] Tempest Rattle, fire and Ruin,
[...] Teare,╌ Teare,╌ Teare the lower World a Sunder,
[...] Teare, Teare,╌ Teare ye lower World a Sunder,
[...] Teare╌ Teare,╌ Teare ye lower World a Sunder.
[...] Whilst thus our Calmer pleasure flow╌ flow╌ flow╌
[...] Whilst that our Calmer pleasure flow,
[...] what Storms╌disturbs the Globe be╌low, ╌low,
[...] Bloud & Battle, War and Thunder,
[...] Teare Teare the lower World a Sunder,
[...] Teare╌ Teare╌ the lower World a Sunder,
[...] Teare╌ Teare╌ye lower World a Sunder

[...]

Sung by a Girl

set by Mr. Daniel Purcell.
[...] See, See in the Smiling Month of May,
[...] ye Songsters, of ye Grove ye Play,
[...] just, just Such a poor, poor, poor young thing as they,
[...] a little, little Bird So very Small,
[...] that just can tattle, Chirp & prattle,
[...] I can but Sing, & Oh, Oh, & Oh, & Oh, Oh, thats all,
[...] But if I Live till past Fifteen,
[...] See Such fine Sparks as here are Seen,
[...] I fear I fear you'l teach me then to perch
[...] & plum & dress & pride,
[...] and more then tattle, Chrip & prattle,
[...] I then Shall Sing, Shall Sing, & Love, Love, Love Shall Sing & Love, besid'e,
[...] Shall Sing, & Love, Love, Love, Shall Sing & Love beside.

[...]

Sung by Mrs: Temple,

set by Mr: Ieremiah Clark.
[...] Is'e no more to Shady Coverts,
[...] Jocky's Eyne are all my Joy,
[...] Beautys there I Ken that cannot,
[...] must not, shall not Steal away;
[...] What woo'd Jockey now doe too me,
[...] Surely your to me unkind,
[...] I'se nere See you nay you fly me,
[...] yet are nere from out my mind.
Tell me why tis thus you use me,
Take me quickly to your Armes,
Where in bllisses blithly basking,
Each may rivall the Other's Charm's,
O but fy my Jocky pray now,
What d'ye; doe not; lett me goe,
O I vow you will undoe me,
what to doe I doe not know.

For the Flute

[...]

Sung by Mrs: Linsey

set by Mr: Daniel Purcell
[...] Then come, kind Damon, come away,
[...] to Cynthias Pow'r advance,
[...] the Sylvians they shall Pipe & Play,
[...] and weel lead up, & weel lead up, & weel lead up the Dance,
[...] ye Sylvians they shall Pipe and Play,
[...] and weel lead up, and weel lead up, and weel lead up the Dance.

[...]

For the Flute

[...]

Sung by Mrs: Cross,

set by Mr: Ieremiah Clark.
[...] Divine Astrea hither flew,
[...] to Cynthia's brighter throne,
[...] She left the Iron World, below
[...] to bless the Silver Moon
[...] She left the Iron World below
[...] to bless ye Silver Moon.

[...]

Tho' Phoebus with his hotter beam's,
Do's Gold in Earth Create;
That lead's those Wretches to Extremes,
Of Av'rice Lust and Hate.

For the Flute

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Sung by Ms: Cross,

set by Mr: Ieremiah Clark.
[...] Smile then with a beam Devine,
[...] weel be blest if you but Shine,
[...] Hap╌py then our Pains and Toyls,
[...] wit only Lives when Beavty Smiles,
[...] Hap╌py then our Pains and Toyls,
[...] wit only Lives, wit only: Lives, when Beavty Smiles,
[...] wit only Lives, wit only Lives, when Beavty Smiles.

[...]

For the Flute

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