. Calliope: or, The musical miscellany : a select collection of the most approved English, Scots, and Irish songs, set to music. ll, EfefegEEt *-€ What then ? what then ? this concerns not me at all;For, like evry thirfly foul, I prefer a flowing bowl. Chorus. I prefer a flowing bowl. For, like evry thirfly foul,I prefer a flowing bowl. I prefer a flowing bowl. VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 375 Let the noble duke or peerSell his thoufand pounds a-year ;Let him quit his grafs and ftubble,Hell foon find that lifes a bubble ; Let him rife, or let him fall, What then, &c Let the valiant foldier goSeeking dan
. Calliope: or, The musical miscellany : a select collection of the most approved English, Scots, and Irish songs, set to music. ll, EfefegEEt *-€ What then ? what then ? this concerns not me at all;For, like evry thirfly foul, I prefer a flowing bowl. Chorus. I prefer a flowing bowl. For, like evry thirfly foul,I prefer a flowing bowl. I prefer a flowing bowl. VOCAL ENCHANTRESS. 375 Let the noble duke or peerSell his thoufand pounds a-year ;Let him quit his grafs and ftubble,Hell foon find that lifes a bubble ; Let him rife, or let him fall, What then, &c Let the valiant foldier goSeeking dangers to and fro ;Let him, when the trumpets rattle,Brave the foremoft of the battle. Honour fears nor fword nor ball, What then, &c. 376 CALLIOPE : OR THE SONG CCII. TO THE GREENWOOD GANG WI ME. To /peer my love, wV glances fair, The wood- H. V /-P: land lad-die came; He vowd he woud be ay fincere, And thus he /pake his flame: The morn 3g—,„-j ^„ _».^_-_ zj blithe, my bon-ny fair, As blithe as blithe can be; To the green wood gang, my lajfy dear, To the green wood gang wi me. Gang wP me. VOCAL gang ivV me, To the green wood gang, my lajfy ^r-~^Y^-^^-fr^o\-i dear, To the green wood gang w? me. The lad wi love was fo opprefsd I wad na fay him nay ;My lips he kifsd, my hand he prefsd, While tripping oer the brae :Dear lad, I cryd, thourt trig and fair, And blithe as blithe can be;To the green wood gang, my laddie dear, To tlie green wood gang wi me. The bridal day is come to pafs, Sic joy was never feen ;Now I am calld the woodland lafs, The woodland laddies queen :I blefs the morn fo frefh and fair I told my mind fo free,To the green wood gang, my laddie dear. To the green wood gang wi me. 3» . 378 CALLIOPE : OR THE SONG CCIILTHE BRITISH LION IS MY SIGN. The Briti/h li - on is my fign, A roaring trade I drive on ; Right Englijh u -fage, neat French wine,A landla - dy mujl thrive on. At table dhotte to eat and drink, Z-et French and Englijh mingle \ And whi
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