Oh, I am come from the holy land, Behold the device I bear on my shield- And we have fought in the holy land, And have won the victory; For with valiant might did the Christians fight, Thou'rt welcome here, dear red-cross knight, Come lay thy armour by ; And for the good tidings thou dost bring We'll feast us merrily. For all in my castle shall rejoice. That we've won the victory; And the mass shall be sung, and the bells shall be rung, And the feast eat merrily. FINALE. Borghi. H When o'er the deep abyss the storm's fierce rage, The shatter'd vessels, dismal rocks in view. The light'nings flash, Far o'er the darken'd ocean; While floods of rain Pour down amain, Mountainous waves in motion. Determin'd, up aloft the British sailor goes, Where steadily he works 'midst such tremendous foes; GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and Messrs. HALDON and LIDDELL. Swiftly from the mountain's brow, And the peeping sun-beams now Sweet, O sweet, the warbling throng, Echoes to the rising day. SIMPHONY. Webbe. Haydn. SONG. Miss HAINES. Handel. Where'er you walk cool gales shall fan the glade, 6th GRAND CONCERTO. Handel. TRIO. ACT II. Boccherini. Handel. SONG. Master TIDMAN. Pious orgies, pious airs, Decent sorrow, decent pray'rs, Will to the LORD ascend, and move His pity, and regain his love. 28 GRAND CONCERTO. SONG. Miss HAINES. When first I saw thee graceful move, Ah me! what meant my throbbing breast? Say, soft confusion, art thou love? If love thou art, then farewel rest! Since doom'd I am to love thee, fair, With gentle smiles asswage the pain Corelli. Hayes. GLEE. Masters TIDMAN and CARTER, and Messrs. HALDON and LIDDELL. Ye spotted snakes, with double tongue, Sing in your sweet lullaby; Nor spell, nor charm, Weaving spiders, come not here, Worms and snails, do no offence. FINALE. Stevens. Pleyel. |