ACT II.

CONCERTO (Violoncello.) Mr. REINAGLE.

SONG. Miss WALKER.

Hither, Mary, hither come,

And taste with me the vernal bloom;
Here the fragrant hawthorn blows,

Here blooms the pink and blushing rose;
Hither come, with me to prove

The sweet delights of mutual love.

Hither, Mary, hither come,

And make this bow'r thy peaceful home;

Taste the bliss of rural ease,

Matchless joys of love and peace;
Hither come, with me to prove
The sweet delights of mutual love.

Hither, Mary, hither come,

No longer from thy lover roam;
These delights come share with me,
Nature smiles to welcome thee;
Hither come, with me to prove
The sweet delights of mutual love.

Hook.

CONCERTO 9th, CORELLI.

Geminiani.

GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and

Messrs. HALDON and LIDDELL.

From Oberon, in fairy land,

The king of ghosts and shadows there,

We fairies all, at his command,

Are sent to view the night sports here.

What revel rout

Is kept about,

In ev'ry corner where we go,

We will o'er see,

And merry be,

Stevens.

And make good sport, with ho, ho, ho!

When lads and lasses merry be,

With possets and with juncates fine;

Unseen of all the company,

We eat their cakes and sip their wine.
O then what sport!

The wine runs short,

The blushing cheeks with anger glow;

Their cakes they miss,

And shriek, who's this?

We answer nought, but ho, ho, ho!

By wells and rills, in meadows green,
We nightly dance our hey-dey guise;
And to our fairy king and queen,

We chaunt our moon-light minstrelsies.
Fiends, ghosts, and sprites,
Who haunt the nights,

The hags and goblins do us know;

And beldames old

Our feats have told,

So frolic it, with ho, ho, ha!

FINALE..

Girovetz.

GRAND MISCELLANEOUS CONCERT,

MONDAY, Nov. 9, 1807,

To defray the expences incurred in fitting up the Room.

ACT I.

INTRODUCTION and CHORUS, Deborah.

Immortal LORD of earth and skies,
Whose wonders all around us risę;
Whose anger, when it awful glows,
To swift perdition dooms thy foes;
O grant a leader to our host,

Whose name with honour we may boast;

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Whose conduct may our cause maintain,
And break our proud oppressor's chain.

Handel.

SONG. Mrs. SALMON.

Handel.

Holy, holy LORD GOD ALMIGHTY!

Who was, and is, and is to come!

Who shall not glorify thy name?

For thou art holy, thou only art the Lord.

GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and

Messrs. HALDON and LIDDELL.

Swiftly from the mountain's brow,

Shadows, nurs'd by night, retire:

And the peeping sun-beams now
Paint with gold the village spire.
Sweet, O sweet, the warbling throng,
On the white emblossom'd spray;
Nature's universal song

Echoes to the rising day.

QUARTETT (Flute.) Mr. JACKSON.

Webbe.

SONG. Mrs. SALMON.

Sarti.

RECITATIVE.

Sventurata! che avenne?

Ah! qual periglio

Come evitarlo, O Dei

Chi fu l'oggetto del mio giusto furore
Le lagrime domando or dal mio core
No, non chiedo dal ciel,

Nè da Fernando più la vendetta mia

Rodrigo merta soccorso, almen lo tentero
T'arresta, ah Cimene

Ove vai? chi ti consiglia?

Soccorso a un parricida? e tu sei figlia.