GLEE for Four Voices.

Gro tuneful bird, that glad'st the skies,
To Emma's window, speed thy wáy ;
And there, on quiv'ring pinions rise,
And there thy vocal power display.

And if she deign thy notes to hear,
And if she praise thy matin song;
Tell her the sounds that soothe the ear,
To Damon's native plains belong.

Tell her, in livelier plumes array'd,

Dr. CROTCH.

The bird from India's groves may shine! But ask the lovely, partial maid,

What are her notes compar'd with thine.

Then bid her treat yon witless beau,
And all his flaunting race, with scorn ;
And lend an ear to Damon's woe,

Who sings her praise and sings forlorn.

GLEE for Four Voices.

W. HORSLEY, M.B.

GONE is my heart, for ever gone,
And thou the cause, believe me ;
Yes, thou the mischief girl hast done,
And gloriest to deceive me.

O cheer once more our drooping scenes,
And chase the cloud of sorrow;

O bring those eyes where summer reigns,
And cheek the rose would borrow.

Bring back that form which once was mine,
The fount of ev'ry pleasure;

Where beauty, with a skill divine,
Has lavish'd all her treasure.

Thine art too fatal have I found,
Too deeply, nymph, I feel it;
Sure if thine eyes have giv'n a wound,

"Tis fair thy lips should heal it.

Peter Pindar, Esq.

GLEE for Three Voices.

TURN, Amarillis, to thy swain,

Thy Damon calls thee back again;
Here's a pretty arbour by,
Where Apollo cannot spy;

Here let's sit, and whilst I play,
Sing to my pipe a roundelay.

ANSWER.

GLEE for Four Voices.

Gro Damon go, Amarillis bids adieu,

Go seek another love,

But prove to her more true;

For your pretty arbour nigh,

Although great Apollo cannot spy:
Nor will I sit to hear you play,

Nor tune my voice to your roundelay.

BREWER.

S. PAXTON.

GLEE for Five Voices.

Dr. CALLCOTT.

Go, plaintive breeze, to Laura's flow'ry bier,
Heave the warm sigh, and shed the tender tear;
There, to the awful shade, due homage pay,
And softly thus address the sleeping clay :

"Say envied earth that dost those charms unfold,

"Where are those cheeks, and where those lips of gold? "Where are those eyes, which oft the muse has sung? "Where are those lips, and that enchanting tongue?

:

"Ye radiant tresses, and thou nectar'd smile,

"Ye looks that might the melting skies beguile; "You robb'd my soul of rest, my eyes of sleep,

"You taught me how to love, and how to weep."

GLEE for Three Voices.

MICHAEL ESTE, 1600.

How merrily we live that shepherds be;
Roundelays still we sing with merry glee :

On the pleasant downs, where, as our flocks we see,
We feel no cares, we fear not fortune's frowns.
We have no envy which sweet mirth confounds.

Da Capo.

MASONIC GLEE,

For Three Voices.

How merrily we live that masons be ;

MICHAEL ESTE.

Round the lodge thus we march, with merry glee;
In this present lodge, where we our brothers see,
We feel no cares, we fear not fortune's frowns :
We have no envy which sweet mirth confounds.

CATCH for Three Voices.

Dr. CALLCOTT.Prize, 1789

HAVE you Sir John Hawkins's History?

Some folks think it quite a mystery?

Music fill'd his wond'rous brain;

How d'ye like him—is it plain?
Both I've read, and must agree,
That Burney's History pleases me.

Dr. Callcott.