GLE E.*

BY F. A.

To this happy meeting long life and profperity,

Friendship and harmony ever reign here;

Let the glafs go about with joy and celerity,
So fhall we banish all forrow and fear,

Adagio.

Should RIGOUR and CARE presume to intrude, And with their grave faces our bliffes delude, Thus we'll engage them, and teach them to know, What power our nectar inspires here below,

Vivace.

Then charge, charge again, and teach them to prove The mighty, mighty pow'rs of WINE and LOVE.

*This Glee, for three voices, was lately published by J. Preston,

London.

SONG.

AIL no more, ye learned affes!

RA

'Gainst the joys the bowl supplies; Sound its depth, and fill your glassesWisdom at the bottom lies.

N

Fill them higher ftill, and higher,
Shallow draughts perplex the brain;
Sipping quenches all our fire,

Bumpers light it up again,

II.

Draw the scene for wit and pleasure,

Enter jollity and joy;

We for thinking have no leisure,
Manly mirth is our employ.
Since in life there's nothing certain,

We'll the prefent hour engage,

And, when death fhall draw the curtain,
With applause we'll quit the stage.

GENERAL WOLFE's SONG.

OW ftands the glass around?

How

For fhame, you take no care, my boys;

How stands the glass around?

Let mirth and wine abound.

The trumpets found, the colours they are flying, boys, To fight, kill, or wound:

May we ftill be found

Content with our hard fate, my boys, on the cold ground.

II.

Why, foldiers, why

Should we be melancholy, boys;
Why, foldiers, why?

Whofe bufinefs 'tis to die.

What, fighing, fie!

D-mn fear, drink on, be jolly, boys!

'Tis he, you, or 1.————

Cold, hot, wet, or dry;

We're always bound to follow, boys, And scorn to fly!

III.

"Tis but in vain,

I mean not to upbraid ye, boys;

'Tis but in vain

For foldiers to complain.

Should next campaign

Send us to him that made us, boys,
We're free from pain!

But if we remain,

A bottle and good company

Cure all again.

WHEN

SONG.

HEN HAROLD was invaded,
And, falling, loft his crown,-

And Norman WILLIAM waded
Through gore to pull him down.
When counties round, with fear profound,
To mend their fad condition,

And lands to fave, bafe homage 'gave,
Bold KENT made no fubmiffion.

CHORUS.

Then fing in praise of men of Kent,
So loyal, brave, and free:

'Mongst Britain's race if one surpass,
A man of Kent was he.

The hardy, ftout freeholders,
That knew the tyrant near,
In girdles and on shoulders
A grove of oaks did bear:

Whom when he faw in battle draw,

And thought how he might need 'em, He turn'd his arms, allow'd them terms Replete with noble freedom.

CHO. Then fing, &c.

And when, by Barons wrangling,
Hot faction did increase;
And vile inteftine jangling

Had banish'd England's peace;
The men of Kent to battle went,
They fear'd no wild confufion,

But join'd with YORK-they did the work, And made a bleft conclufion.

IV.

CHO. Then fing, &c.

At hunting, and the race too,
They sprightly vigour fhew;

And, at a female chace too,
None like a Kentish beau.

All bleft with health,-and as for wealth,
By fortune's kind embraces,

A yeoman grey shall oft out-weigh

A knight in other places.

CHO. Then fing, &c.

V.

The gen'rous, brave, and hearty,
All o'er the fhire we find;
And for the low church party,
They're of the brightest kind.