Come, here's a good Health, the Duke I do mean, That bravely Fought, that bravely Fought for his Nation and Queen, May his Fate still be, That Conquer shall he Till the Nation with Peace it be Crown'd; Come Lads never think, But his Health let's Drink, And Sing his Great Praise, and Sing his Great Praise whilst Bumpers pass Round. _The Duke of_ Marlborough's _HEALTH._ [Music] _Marlborough's_ a brave Commander, He Conducts us into the Field; As bold as _Alexander_, He'll Dye before he'll yield: Sound the Trumpet Sound, Boys, Let each Man stand his Ground, Boys; Ne'er let us flinch, nor give back an Inch, And so let his Health go round, Boys. _A_ SONG. _Set by Mr._ JOHN ECCLES, _and Sung by Mr._ GOUGE, _in the Farce call'd_, Women will have their Wills. [Music] _Belinda's_ pretty, pretty, pleasing Form, Does my happy, happy, happy, happy Fancy charm: Her prittle-prattle, tittle-tattle's all engaging, most obliging; Whilst I'm pressing, clasping, kissing, Oh! oh! how she does my Soul alarm: There is such Magick in her Eyes, Such Magick in her Eyes, in her Eyes, Does my wond'ring Heart Surprise: Her prinking, nimping, twinking, pinking, Whilst I'm courting, for transporting, How like an Angel, She panting lies, She panting lies. _A_ SONG _on a Ladies Drinking._ [Music] Whilst _Phillis_ is Drinking, Love and Wine in alliance, With Forces United, bids resistless defiance; Each touch of her Lip, makes Wine sparkle Higher, And her Eyes by her Drinking, redouble the Fire: Her Cheeks grow the brighter, recruiting their Colour, As Flowers by sprinkling revive with fresh Odour; Each Dart dipt in Wine, Love wounds beyond curing, And the Liquor like Oil makes the flame more enduring. _The first_ SONG, _Sung by Mr._ PRINCE, _in the_ Maid in the Mill. [Music] How long, how long shall I pine for Love? How long shall I sue in vain? How long, how long like the Turtle Dove, Must I heavily thus complain? Shall the Sails of my Love stand still, Shall the grist of my Hopes be unground? Oh fye, oh fye, oh fye, oh fye let the Mill, Let the Mill go round, let the Mill, let the Mill go round. _A_ SONG _Sung at_ HOLMSE's _Booth in_ Bartholomew Fair, _Set by Mr._ JOHN BARRETT. [Music] War, War and Battle now no more, Shall your thun'dring Cannons roar; No more, no more of War complain, Peace begins, Peace begins her _Halcyon_ Reign: For now the Tow'ring Bird of _Jove_, Stoops, stoops to the gentle Billing _Dove_. _A_ SONG _Set by Mr._ Daniel Purcell, _and Sung at the_ Theatre _Royal in_ DRURY-LANE. [Music]