AN

Whose daughter was charming and young;

Her fenfes are all gone aftray,

E'er fince Farinelli has fung.

Vivace.

Son qual nave, che a gilata
Da piu fcogli, in mezzo allonde
Si confonde, e spaventa

Va volcando in alto mar.

No fooner comes up a country clown,

With his leathern jacket, to London town,

But he goes to the opera, and pays his crown, for

Sento il fato che gia fiffo o

Beato lo Gifcondo.

Flocks are sporting, doves are courting,
While fweet Senefino fings.

Fortunate peccorelle, pescol lette fimplicette

Vaghi fiori molle erbette,

L'une L'altri vaghi e Belle

Senza inganni senza affani

Nella vita e nel amor.

Largetto.

No place like Norfolk for pudding and dumpling,
No place like London for frolic and fun;
Kent is the place for a codling or crumpling,
Stepney's the place for a cake or a bun.

Vivace.

But of all the fongfters in the land
There's none like Farinelli,

He'll make your heart to jump and start,
And caper in your belly.

Your men of arts may brag of parts,
They're all a pack of ninnies;

He fhews most sense who gets most pence,
And pockets all the guineas.

SONG.

COMPOSED BY MR. DIBDIN.

SUNG BY MISS ROMANZINI IN THE GRACES.

H! men, what filly things ye are,

OH!

To women thus to humble,

Who, fowler like, but fpreads the fnare,

Or at her timid game takes aim,

Pop, pop, and down you tumble.

II,

She marks ye down, fly where you will,
To hedge, or grafs, or stubble;

Can wing you, feather you, or kill,
Juft as he takes the trouble.

III.

Then fly not from us, 'tis in vain,
We know the art of fetting,

As well as shooting, and can chain
The thyeft man our net in.

SPIRITS

OF

DISTRESS,

A FAVORITE SONG BY MR. DIBDIN.

SUNG AT HIS READINGS.

PIRITS of Distress, of ev'ry occupation,

SPIRITS

Perfwafion, mode, complexion, temper, climate,

inclination,

Come here! come here!

Spirit of a FRIAR oblig'd to go to mass,
Spirit of a SAILOR who leaves his pretty lafs,
Spirit of a DRUNKARD deprived of his glass,
Appear! appear!

II.

Spirit of a VIRGIN old and antiquated,

Who forty long winters has figh'd away unmated,
Come here! come here!

Spirit of a QUAKER deceiv'd in pretty Ruth,
Spirit of an OLD MAN who apes the tricks of youth,
Spirit of a HYPOCRITE oblig'd to speak the truth,
Appear! appear!

III

Spirit of a BRITON just arriv'd gay France in, Who, 'ftead of beef and fighting, meets with nought but frogs and dancing,

Come here! come here!

Spirit of an. ALDERMAN-the dinner thrown down! Spirit of a LOVER who has just receiv'd a frown, Spirit of a BEAUTY disappointed of her gown, Appear! appear!