We’ll drink to the beauty that’s beaming around, Where Nature’s own flowers are blooming; Where none but the voices of happiness sound, And our pathway the love-light illumes. We’ll drink, too, to the rosy god, The god of love and beauty, For all who are his vot’ries Must tender him their duty. We’ll drink while there’s love in the cup which we quaff, Since’t is love o’er the world reigns supreme. CHORUS. We’ll drink to friendship firm and true, While love the cup shall crown. VIOLETTA. Come, bask in the pleasure that falls to our share, For Time on the wing’s ever flying, And flowers of love are exotics so rare, Their odour’s scarce shed ere ’t is flown. Be gay, for youth must soon depart, And even love will vanish, The brightest scenes, alas! will fade, And sweetest pleasures pall. Be gay, then, while youth still untrammell’d by care Shall invite us to joy and to love. CHORUS. Ah! let us join in the toast, In the song and the revelling, Passing the night in mirthful pleasure, While love shall teach us how to treasure This paradise on earth. I may think I have heard sublimer compositions than the following, sung by Mrs Caulfield with great applause:— Fare you well, my own Mary Anne, Fare you well for a while: For the ship it is ready, and the wind it is fair, And I am bound for the sea, Mary Anne. Fare you well, &c. Don’t you see that turtle dove, A sitting on yonder pile, Lamenting the loss of its own true love?— And so am I for mine, Mary Anne. Fare you well, &c. A lobster in a lobster-pot, A blue-fish wriggling on a hook, May suffer some, but, oh! no not What I do feel for my Mary Anne. Fare you well, &c. The pride of all the produce rare, That in our kitchen-garden grow’d, Was pumpkins, but none could compare In angel-form to my Mary Anne. Fare you well, &c. or of the following, sung by Mrs Caulfield with still greater applause:— Down in Skytown lived a maid, Sing song Polly won’t you try me, oh? Churning butter was her trade, Sing song Polly won’t you try me, oh? She loved a feller whose name was Will, Sing song Polly won’t you try me, oh? His dad he used to own the mill, Sing song Polly won’t you try me, oh? CHORUS. Kemo, kimo, where? oh there! my high, my low, Then in came Sally singing, Sometimes, Medley winkum lingtum nip cat. Sing song Polly won’t you try me, oh?