SONG.
MARGARETTA.
Never, never, when you ‘ve won us
Can we trust in faithless man?
For our constant love you shun us
And we’re dup’d do all we can.
Soon the passion you pretended,
Like a magic charm is ended,
While we’re grieving, sobbing, crying;
You’re to others kneeling, sighing,
Wheedling, vowing, weeping, dying,
To betray where’er you can
Never, never, &c.
Silly maidens, here take warning,
Vows of love, with prudence scorning.
Never, never, &c.
DIALOGUE DUET. MARGARETTA and SUSAN.
Marg.
Of lover’s you’ll have plenty,
Be married ere you’re twenty,
The youth whom most you favour
Is gone hence a far;
An honest farmer wooes you,
A lawyer too pursues you;
But ah! your heart’s enslaver
Is a British Tar.
His country’s cause espousing,
The trump of glory rousing
His valour’s best emotion,
He’ll a conq’ror prove.
But ah! the fatal story!
The heart which pants for glory.
Inconstant as the ocean.
Susan.
And is he false in love?
Marg.
This morning I espied you,
By magic art descried you,
The sailor’s gift receiving,
It was a purse of gold.
Susan.
I’ll pay it where ’tis owing
A keepsake too bestowing,
My kindred’s wants relieving.
Marg.
Your gratitude thus raising
His noble bounty praising,
Your heart so fond believing.
Susan.
Is to my William true
Marg.
The traitor’s love disdaining
That keepsake, why retaining,
Both.
In trust this pledge receiving,
Is Margaretta’s due.
SONG.
BEN.
Our line was form’d, the French lay too,
One sigh I gave to Poll on shore,
Too cold I thought our last adieu,
Our parting kisses seem’d too few!
If we should meet no more.
But love avast! my heart is oak!
Howe’s daring signal floats on high,
I see through roaring cannon’s smoke
Their awful line subdued and broke,
They strike! — they sink! — they fly!
CHORUS.
Now (danger past) w’ll drink and joke
Sing “Rule Britannia! hearts of oak!”
And toast before each martial tune,
Howe and the Glorious first of June.
Farewell, to every sea delight,
The cruize with eager watchful days,
The skilfull chase by glimering night:
The well work’d ship, the gallant fight:
The lov’d commander’s praise:
Yet Polly’s love and constancy,
With prattling babes, more joy shall bring,
Proud when my boys shall first at sea.
Follow great Howe and victory,
And serve our noble King.
CHORUS.
Then, &c.
FINALE RULE BRITANNIA. Verse and Chorus,