ACT I.
I. DUETT.—Moggy and Charley.
THE lamb and the heifer are taking their reſt,
The lark and the ſparrow lye ſnug in their neſt,
Puſſey doſes, and ſo does my doggy,
All are ſleeping but Charley and Moggy.
We wake to love before its day,
Come, my deareſt, we muſt be tripping away
No portion, dear Charley, if I marry thee,
My little old dad will give unto me;
Will love cool, if you take me ſo barely?
Moggy in her ſmicket is welcome to Charley.
We wake to love, &c.
II. AIR.—
Shelty.
When I've money I am merry,
When I've none I'm very ſad;
When I'm ſober I am civil,
When I'm drunk I'm roaring mad.
With my titol teedle tum,
Likewiſe fol lol feedle fum,
Not forgetting diderum hi,
And alſo teedle, tweedle dum.
When diſputing with a puppy,
I convince him with a rap;
When I'm romping with a girl,
By accident I tear her cap.
Gadzooks, I'll never marry.
I'm a lad that's bold and free;
Yet I love a pretty girl,
A pretty girl is fond of me,
With my, &c.
There's a maiden in a corner,
Round and ſound, and plump and fat;
She and I drank tea together,
But no matter, ſir, for that.
If this maiden be wi' bairn,
As I do ſuppoſe ſhe'll be;
Like good pappy, I muſt learn
To dandle Jackey on my knee,
With my, &c.
III. DUET.—M' Gilpin and Charley.
M'Gil.
Thy ſecrets to thy kind maſter tell.
Char.
I love a maid—
M'Gil.
— Is ſhe full of play?
Char.
No kid more gameſome—
M'Gil.
— Where does ſhe dwell?
Char.
Twang lango tillo, lang twango dillo day.
M'Gil.
If you're in love, boy, you're not to blame;
Char.
As much, kind ſir, I've heard you ſay,
I love my charming—
M'Gil.
— Ah—what's her name?
Char.
Twang lango tillo, lang twango dillo day.
My Chriſtmas-box,
M'Gil.
— Oh, I underſtand,
Thy faithful ſervices I'll repay;
Here's five bright ſhillings.
Char.
— And here's my hand.
M'Gil.
Twang lango tillo, &c.
IV. AIR.—
Sandy.
Oh, had I Allen Ramſey's art
To ſing my paſſion tender,
In every verſe ſhall read my heart,
Such ſoothing ſtrains I'll ſend her;
Nor his, nor gentle Rizzio's aid
To ſhew is all a folly,
How much I love the charming maid,
Sweet Jane of Griffipoly.
She makes me know what all deſire,
So roguiſh are her glances,
Her modeſt air then checks my fire,
And ſtops my bold advances.
Meek as the lamb, on yonder lawn,
Yet by her conquered wholly;
For ſprightly as the bounding fawn,
Sweet Jane of Griſſipoly.
My ſenſes ſhe's bewildered quite,
I ſeem an amorous ninny;
A letter to a friend I write,
For Sandy I ſign Jenny.
Laſt Sunday, when from church I came,
With looks demure and holy,
I cri'd, when aſk'd the text to name,
'Twas Jenny of Griſſipoly.
My Jenny is no fortune great,
And I am poor and lowly;
A ſtraw for pow'r and grand eſtate,
Her perſon I love ſolely.
From every ſordid ſelfiſh view,
So free my heart is wholly,
And ſhe is kind, and I am true,
Sweet Jane of Griſſipoly.
V. SONG.—
Jenny.
Such pure delight my boſom knows,
My thanks are due to heaven and thee,
With gratitude my heart o'erflows,
Kind agent of his clemency.
Humanity, thou good, ſupreme,
To chaſe an orphan's tear away,
Like the bright all chearing beam,
Brings comfort from the god of day.
VI. AIR.—TRIO.—
Sandy, Jenny, and Shelty.
Jen.
Excuſe a fond maden's confeſſion,
Shel.
Her bluſhes exhibit her bliſs,
San
My joy is too great for expreſſion,
Shel.
Suppoſe then you ſpeak in a kiſs.
Jen.
Affections moſt pure now unite us,
San.
Chaſte pleaſures now wait to delight us;
Shel.
The muſic and bottle I'll bring,
Jen.
The finch and the linnet invite us,
Shel.
Fond turtles ſhou'd pair in the ſpring,
CHO.
Affections moſt pure, &c.
San.
Let laſ
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purſue your example,
Jen.
The youths may take pattern by thee,
Shel.
You give me of love ſuch a ſample,
Oh, married I'll certainly be.
Jen.
Oh, what is the gay blooming flow'r,
San.
The tranſient ſweets of the hour,
Both.
Compared to the charms of the mind—
Shel.
Good humoor to charm has the power,
When time leaves no beauties behind.
CHO.
Oh, what is the gay blooming flow'r, &c.
VII. AIR.—Serjeant Jack.
The trumpets hoarſe clang, and the double beat drum,
No more fire the ſoldier with trophies to come;
No deep rattling volley, no dire glancing blade,
Makes valour, when cool, weep the carnage it made.
The war is now o'er, Cupid wipes Mars's head,
And looſing his mail, points to Venus's bed;
While beauty's ſoft ſmiles moſt enchantingly prove,
That victory in war lead to conqueſts in love.
Let roſes and myrtles bloom wantonly now,
Where flowerleſs laurels have chaf'd the ſteel'd brow;
Let ſoft warbling flutes, and the ſilver ton'd lyre,
Let wit, wine, and mirth, and pleaſure conſpire;
Let love put to flight ev'ry eaſe but his own,
And ſoft yielding beauty our extaſies crown:
Till freedom's dread anger her foes dare to move,
We'll love as we've fought, and then fight as we love.
ACT II.
VIII. AIR.—Jenny.
The lawland lads think they're fine,
But oh they're vain and idly gaudy;
How much unlike the graceful mien
And manly look of my highland laddie.
Oh my bonny highland laddie,
My charming handſome highland laddie;
When I was ſick and like to die,
He row'd me in his tartan pladdie.
Nae greater joy I'll e'er pretend,
Than that my love proves true and ſteady;
Like mine to him which ne'er ſhall end,
Whilſt heav'n preſerves my highland laddie.
Oh my bonny, &c.
If I were free at will to chooſe
To be the wealthieſt lawland ladie;
I'd take young Sandy without trews,
With bonnet blue and belted pleddie.
Oh my bonny, &c.
IX. AIR.—
Moggy.
My father's houſe is neat and nice,
My little garden, Paradiſe;
My chamber deck'd with trinkums fine,
My window's grac'd with jeſſamine.
I have a black bird gay,
O he's a pretty fellow,
He whiſtles ſweet and mellow—The live long day.
My playful kid, handſome pets I've many,
My wanton bounding wanton friſking Nanny;
Yet I love none half ſo well
As Charley's gift, my dear Fidell,
My little Fidell, my pretty Fidell,
Bow wow, bow wow, bow wow, bow wow.
Haſte gentle lover now for you;
Papa, kid, dog, and chick adieu.
In town I'll be, my glaſs can tell,
A monſtrous flaming married belle,
The foremoſt in all gameſome bouts,
At operas, plays, and balls and routs;
All in my plumage fine,
Around the ſmarts ſhall flutter,
About me what a clutter—She's all divine.
They ſing, they dance, to pleaſe me how they caper.
Whilſt rivals challenge, huff and vapour;
As birds all welcome here to woo,
For Charley's ſake be gone Cuckoo;
I'll never create my ſpouſey's ſhame,
To ſinge my wings about the flame.
X. AIR.—Jenny.
See the kind indulgent gales,
Swelling, fill the ſpreading ſails;
Smoothly gliding with the tide,
O'er the bounding waves we ride.
Gay hope our minds chear,
Preſents the welcome ſhore;
No tempeſts now we fear,
No dangers threaten more.
XI. AIR—
Shelty.
Boys, when I play, cry oh, crimini,
Shelty's chaunteer, ſquaker imini;
In love tunes I'm ſo emphatical,
Fingers ſhaking quivocratical;
With agility,—Grace, gentility,
Girls ſhake heel and toe, Pipes I tickle ſo,
My jiggs ſtill a pate, titilate, pretty mate,
My hops love mirth, young blood circulate.
Toodle, roodle, foodle roodle roo, toodle roodle roe.
Oh, ray chaunter ſounds ſo prettily,
Sweeter far than pipes from Italy;
Croſs the Tweed I'll bring my tweedle dum,
Striking foreign flute and fiddle dumb;
Modern Rizzios ſo, Pleaſe Ma'am's Miſſes tho';
Peers can merry ſtrum, Acts plays very rum,
I'll puff at ſquare Hanover, Caſt over, man over,
All the puny pipes from Italy. Toodle, &c.
I'm in talk a pedant muſical,
In fine terms I lug intrinſical,
Slap Bravura's alt, the rage about,
Haydin, Mara, opera, ſtage about;
Oratorios, Cramet's Florios;
Things at Jubilee, Neither he nor ſhe,
Die at Syrene's note, Tiny throat petticoat,
This is amateur high muſical. Toodle, &c.
XII.
At down I roſe with jocund glee,
Far joyful was the day,
That cou'd this bleſſing give to me,
Now joy is fled away, Jenny.
No flocks, nor herds, nor ſtore of gold,
Nor houſe nor home have I,
If beauty muſt be bought or ſold,
Alas, I cannot buy, Jenny.
Yet I am rich, if thou art kind,
So priz'd a ſmile from thee;
True love alone our hearts ſhall bind,
Thou'rt all the world to me, Jenny.
Sweet gentle maid, tho' patient meek,
My lily drops a tear,
Ah! raiſe thy drooping head, and ſeek
Soft peace and comfort here, Jenny.
XIII. AIR.—Jenny.
Deareſt youth this heart will break,
If cruel ſoldiers take thee far;
Why peaceful home and me forſake,
To tempt the dangers of the war;
But all is home where thou reſort,
My Sandy's ſmiles ſuch comfort bring;
The humble village is a court,
Grac'd by the preſence of a king.
My ſilken geer I'll leave behind,
Prepare to face the rain and wind,
With him I'll meet the blaſt ſo keen,
And ſmile while on the billows toſt;
The heart where love is warm within,
Enjoys a May in winter's froſt.
XIV. AIR.—
Serjeant Jack.
A ſoldier is the nobleſt name
Enroll'd upon the liſts of fame,
His country's pride and boaſt;
Honour the glorious bright reward,
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which the hero draws his ſword,
Should ne'er be ſtain'd or loſt.
To guard our rights and liberty,
Our duty and our care;
The brave and worthy to reſpect,
And to the verge of life protect
The innocent and fair.
When glory led her ſquadrons forth,
Her influence ſpread from ſouth to north,
There freedom ſoon appear'd;
'Twas there ſhe found her fav'rite ſon,
Through all the world his name is known,
Through all the world rever'd.
And ſmiling thus the goddeſs ſpoke,
Columbia's ſons draw near;
A ſoldier's duty ne'er forget,
Behold the great example ſet,
The ſchool of honour's here.
XIV. SONG.—
Moggy.
Tho' I'm a very little lad,
If fighting men cannot be had,
For want of better I may do,
To follow the boy with rat tat too;
I may ſeem tender, yet I'm tough,
And tho' not much o' me, right good ſtuff.
Of this I'll boaſt, ſay more who can,
I never was afraid to meet my man;
I'm a chickabiddy, ſee take me now now now,
I'm a little merry He for your row dow dow;
Brown Beſs I'll knock about, oh there's my joy,
At my back a knapſack like a roving boy.
In my Tartan plaid a young ſoldier view,
My phillibeg, and dirk, and my bonnet blue,
Give the word, and I'll march where you command
Noble ſerjeant with a ſhilling ſtrike my hand.
My captain as he takes his glaſs
May wiſh to toy with a pretty laſs,
For ſuch a one I've a roguiſh eye,
He'll never want a girl when I am by.
I'm a chickabiddy, &c.
Tho' a barber never yet has mow'd my chin,
With my great broad ſword I long to begin,
Cut, ſlaſh, ram dam—oh glorious fun,
For a gun, pip pop, change my little pop gun.
My foes ſhall fly like geeſe in flocks,
Ev'n Turks I'll drive like turkey cocks;
And wherever quarter'd I ſhall be,
Oh, Zounds! how I'll kiſs my landlady.
I'm a chickabiddy, &c.
XV. FINALE.
San.
Come ſprightly lawland laſs,
Shel.
And highland lad, trip here is jovial glee;
San.
Gentle winds from every iſland,
Waft hearts merry, blithe and free;
Shel.
At Shelty's houſe in gay carouſe your hours employ.
M'Gil.
O well ſaid boy;
Serj.
Lay ſupper down and bring the booze,
To wiſh the young folks love and joy.
Chorus.
Whiſky, friſky, prancing, dancing,
Sorrow ſend to nick the de'el,
Care or trouble who can feel,
Lifting up the highland reel.
Mog.
Mind deareſt lad I tell you fairly,
Married I muſt have my way;
Cha.
I'm ſure dear laſs you'll govern rarely,
Love and honour I'll obey.
San.
Nor marriage chain,
Shel.
Nor bit, nor rein;
Mog.
The duce a
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M'Gil.
A gameſome tit.
Shel.
Croſs looks, poor hen-peck'd Charley,
M'Gil.
A wiſe man my child's a wit, Whiſky, &c.
Sun.
The torch of love by Cupid lighted,
Never ſhall extinguiſhed
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;
Mog.
The vows at Hymen's altar plighted,
Roſy hours the knot ſhall tie.
San.
Earneſt this,
Jen.
Of heavenly bliſs;
Both.
My only love,
M'Gil.
Well ſaid by Jove,
San.
Sweet bloſſoms ne'er be blighted.
M'Gil.
She'll cooe like any turtle dove. Whiſky, &c.
Serj.
Old Neptune's arms the globe embracing,
In his graſp can kingdoms hem;
Great Jove upon his finger's placing,
Columbia, as a radiant gem▪
There, ever ſhine, with rays divine,
Shed luſtre round, and thus enthron'd,
Freedom's joys ſhall ſpread increaſing,
With each bleſſing ever crown'd.
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ky, &c.