GLEE for Three Voices.

WHEN Arthur first in court began,

To wear long hanging sleeves; He entertain'd three serving men,

And all of them were thieves.

The first he was an Irishman,
The second was a Scot,
The third he was a Welchman,
And all where knaves I wot.

The Irishman lov'd usquebaugh,

Dr. CALLCOTT.

The Scot lov'd ale call'd blue cap; The Welchman he lov'd toasted cheese, And made his mouth like a mouse trap.

Usquebaugh burnt the Irishman,

The Scot was drown'd in ale;

The Welchman had like to be choak'd with a mouse,

But he pull'd her out by the tail.

GLEE for Three Voices.

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BAILDON.-Medal, 1766.

WHEN gay Bacchus fills my breast,
All my cares are lull'd to rest ;
Rich I seem as Lydia's king,
Merry catch, or ballad sing :
Ivy wreaths my temples shade,
Ivy, that will never fade;
Thus I sit in mind elate,
Laughing at the farce of state;
Some delight in fighting fields,
Nobler transports Bacchus yields ;'
Fill the bowl, I ever said,

'Tis better to lie drunk than dead."

Anacreon.

GLEE for Three Voices.

J. DANBY. Medal, 1781.

WHEN Sappho tun'd the raptur'd strain,
The list'ning wretch forgot his pain;
With art divine, the lyre she strung,
Like thee she play'd, like thee she sung.
For when she struck the quiv'ring wire,
The eager breast was all on fire ;
But when she tun'd the vocal lay,
The captive soul was charm'd away.

Smollett.

MADRIGAL for Five Voices.

G. CONVERSO.-1580.

WHEN all alone my pretty love was playing,
And I saw at a gaze, bright Phœbus staying,
Alas! I fear'd there would be some betraying.

GLEE for Four Voices.

WANTON gales that fondly play
Round about my love-sick head;
Quickly waft my sighs away,
To the nymph for whom I bleed.

Softly whisper in her ear,

All the pains for her I feel; All the torments that I bear, Tell her she alone can heal,

Then with unsuspected care,
Gently fan her lovely breast;
Happy you may revel there,

Where each god would wish to rest.

If one spark of fond desire

Harbour'd there, by chance you find ;

Raise it to a lasting fire,..

Such as burns within my mind.

S. WEBBE. :

GLEE for Four Voices.

J. S. SMITH.-Medal, 1766. WHILE fools their time in stormy strife employ,

Be our's engag'd in union, peace, and joy ;
Thus the blest gods, the genial day prolong
In feasts ambrosial, and celestial song ;
Apollo tunes the lyre, the muses round,
With voice alternate, aid the silver sound.
Wisely we imitate the pow'rs divine,
Peace at our heart, and pleasure our design.

Pope's Homer's Iliad.

GLEE for Three Voices.

WE be three poor mariners,

RAVENSCROFT.-1614.

Newly come from the seas,
We spend our lives in jeopardy,
While others live at ease:
Shall we go dance the round,

And he that is a bully boy,
Come pledge me on this ground.
We care not for those martial men,
That do our states disdain,
But we care for those merchantmen,'
Which do our states maintain ;

To them we dance this round,
And he that is a bully boy,

Come pledge me on this ground.