A COLLECTION OF NEW SONGS, &c. SONG I. Sung by Miss BRENT and Mr. Lowe at Vauxhall, The Words and Mufic by Dr. ARNE. C DAMON. OME, my Laura, heav'nly Maid, Where the Vi'let, Pink, and Rose, Hail to Mirth, and amorous Play, LAURA. Wander then, ye giddy Flocks, Oe'r the Hill, or 'mongst the Rocks ; B From From her Shepherd, Night or Day, This our Shepherd's Holiday. DAMO N. Sound, the rattling Tabor, found, Let my Kinder fhe than vernal Show'rs, Happy Laura! oh how bleft, Wou'd the Gods on me bestow SONG HI. Sung by Mifs BRENT, in the Jovial Crew. WOW fweet is the Ev'ning Air, So trim and fo clean, To trip it o'er the Green, And meet with their Sweethearts there : While the pale Town Lafs, To fqueak at a Masquerade; And when the cries, you're rude, Α SONG III. Sung by Mifs BRENT in the Jovial Crew. T Night, by Moon Light on the Plain, Attended by her harmless Train, The little Fairy Queen; Her midnight Revels fweetly keep, And when they danc'd their chearful Round, A 1 Sung by Mr. BEARD at Ranelagh. S Colin rang'd early one Morning in Spring, To hear the Woods Chorifters warble and fing; Young Phæbe he faw fupinely was laid, And thus in fweet Melody fung the fair Maid: Of all my Experience how vaft the amount, To live to thefe Years, and yet ftill be a Maid? That a comely young Girl ought to die an old maid ? To a poor forlorn Damfel contribute your Aid, Poor Colin was melted to hear her complain, SONG V. Sung by Mifs YOUNG, in the Character of Patience, in Henry the VIII. Full of Mischief, full of Woe ; All his Joys are mixt with Smart ; SONG VI. Sung by Mrs. CLIVE, in the Farce of High Life Below Stairs. NOME here, fellow Servant, and listen to me, I'll fhew you how thofe of fuperior Degree Are only Dependants, no better than we. CHORUS. Both high and low in this do agree, And there fellow Servant, See yonder fine Spark in Embroidery drest, Both high and low in this do agree, &c. Nature made all alike, no Diftin&tion she craves, For we are all Servants, but they are all Slaves. Both high and low in this do agree, &c. The fat fhining Glutton looks up to the Shelf, And wrinkled lean Mifer bows down to his Pelf; And the curl-pated Beau is a Slave to himself. Both high and low in this do agree, &c. The gay fparkling Belle, who the whole Town. alarms, And with Eyes, Lips and Neck fets the Smarts all in Arms, Is a Vassal herself, a mere Drudge to her Charms. Both high and low this do agree, &c. B 3 Then |