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SONGS, &c. IN THE SILVER TANKARD; OR, THE POINT AT PORTSMOUTH.
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SONGS, DUETS, TRIOS, &c. IN THE SILVER TANKARD; OR, THE POINT AT PORTSMOUTH. As performed at the THEATRE-ROYAL IN THE HAY-MARKET.
LONDON: Printed for T. CADELL, in the Strand. M.DCC.LXXXI.
CHARACTERS.
[]- Tom Splicem,
- Mr. BANNISTER.
- Ben Mainſtay,
- Mr. EGAN.
- Jack Reefem,
- Mr. DAVIS.
- Enſign Williams,
- Mr. MARSHAL.
- Old Roſemary,
- Mr. WILSON.
- Sally,
- Miſs HARPER
- Nancy,
- Miſs HITCHCOCK,
- Soldiers, Sailors, &c.
[] SONGS, &c. &c. IN THE SILVER TANKARD.
ACT I.
A NAVAL OVERTURE. DUET—by SALLY and NANCY.
(The Words from an old Lancaſhire Ballad.) The Muſick by Dr. Arnold.
WITH arms acroſs, along the Strand
A ſhepherd walk'd, and hung his head;
Viewing the footſteps on the ſand,
Which a bright nymph had made;
" The tide (ſays he) will ſoon eraſe
" The marks ſo lightly here impreſt;
" But time, or tide, will ne'er deface
" Her image in my breaſt.
[8]" Am I ſome ſavage beaſt of prey,
" Am I ſome monſter grown,
" That thus ſhe flies ſo ſwift away,
" Or meets me with a frown?"
This ſaid, he took a running leap,
A lover's leap indeed!
And plung'd into the ſounding deep,
Where hungry fiſhes feed:
The melancholy hern ſtalks by,
Around the ſqualling ſea-gulls yell;
Aloft the croaking ravens fly,
And toll his paſſing bell.
II.—SONG—NANCY—French Air.
What the deuce, do you think I'm a fool, pray,
And ſo plain, I'm not fit to be ſeen?
Sure I'm pretty enough in my own way,
And, my dear, I am now paſt fifteen;
Yes fifteen, yes fifteen.
You ſtun me with ſcolding! pray, ſiſter, be quiet;
Then you'll find me ſufficiently tame;
But if you ſtill ſcold, I can equal your riot,
And from coolneſs, I'll paſs to a flame;
Yes a flame, yes a flame.
III.—SONG—SALLY.—Dr. Arnold.
[9]His preſence gives birth
To good-humour and mirth;
No pleaſure on earth
Such delight can impart.
He's ſo jaunty, ſo neat!
His looks are ſo ſweet,
To the eyes he's a treat,
And a feaſt to the heart.
IV.—SONG—ROSEMARY.
The Muſick by the Author of the Piece.
When once maſter Love gets into your head,
You may go to bed, you may go to bed;
When once maſter Love gets into your head,
You may go to bed for life.
You frown and you ſmile, you laugh and you cry,
And you can't tell why, and you can't tell why:
You frown and you ſmile, you laugh and you cry,
And you wiſh you were a wife.
[10]
Love makes ſuch a rout within and without,
You tumble and toſs, you tumble and toſs;
He makes ſuch a rout within and without,
You tumble and toſs for life.
Your heart goes pit-pat, you're mum, and you chat,
You can't tell for what, you can't tell for what,
Your heart goes pit-pat, you can't tell for what,
And you wiſh you were a wife.
V.—DUET—SALLY and WILLIAMS.
The Words from Suckling; the Muſick by Dr. Arnold.
WILLIAMS.
If fondly thou doſt not miſtake,
And my defects for graces take;
Perſuad'ſt thyſelf, that jeſts are broken,
When little is, or nothing, ſpoken;
Know this! thou lov'ſt amiſs,
And to love true,
Thou muſt begin again and love anew.
SALLY.
If when thy Sally fills the room,
Thou doſt not quake, and art ſtruck dumb;
[11]And in ſtriving this to cover,
Doſt not ſpeak thy words twice over;
Know this! thou lov'ſt amiſs,
And to love true,
Thou muſt begin again, and love anew.
BOTH.
Honeſt lover, whoſoever,
If in all thy love there ever
Was one thought wav'ring; if thy flame
Was not ſtill even, ſtill the ſame;
Know this! thou lov'ſt amiſs,
And to love true,
Thou muſt begin again, and love anew.
VI.—GLEE.—Compoſed Anno Dom. 1614. SALLY, WILLIAMS, and ROSEMARY.
[12]We be three poor mariners, newly come from the ſeas;
We ſpend our lives in jeopardy, while others live at eaſe:
Shall we go dance the round, the round, 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 merchant-men that do our ſtates maintain:
To them we dance this round, around, around;
And he that is a bully boy, come pledge me on this ground!
VII.—SONG—TOM.
Altered from an old Ballad,—Come, puſh the Glaſs around.
Come puſh the bowl about!
In that we'll drown all care, my boys;
Come puſh the bowl about,
Drink deep, and drink it out!
[13]The liquor's ſound;
'Twill raiſe your ſpirits higher, boys,
To fight, kill, or wound;
May we ſtill be found,
Rejoicing in our fate, my boys,
On ſea, or ground!
Chorus.—The liquor's ſound, &c.
II.
Why meſſmates, why!
Should we be melancholy, boys,
Why meſſmates, why!
Decreed to live or die?
What flinching? fie!
Damn care, drink on, be jolly, boys,
'Tis he, you, or I.
Cold, hot, wet, or dry,
We're always bound to follow, boys,
And ſcorn to fly.
Chorus.—What, flinching? &c
III.
Let fate decide!
I mean not to upbraid ye, boys;
Whate'er betide,
No ſailor ſhall complain;
Should next broadſide,
Send us to him that made us, boys,
We're free from pain;
But if we remain,
A bottle and kind landlady
Cure all again.
Chorus.—Should next broadſide, &c.
VIII.—SONG—SALLY.—Giordani.
[14]'Tis true I lov'd Tom Splicem dearly,
And very dearly Tom lov'd me;
Another ſince has touch'd me nearly,
As brave by land as Tom by ſea:
I lov'd him living moſt ſincerely,
But death ſtill leaves the lover free.
IX.—SONG—TOM SPLICEM. French Air.
God of war, god of war!
Honour now ſummons to battle;
God of war, bear me far,
To the loud cannon's rattle!
I court no new deſire;
Love, I contemn thy fire;
War's alarm can only charm,
And all my ſoul inſpire.
X.—SONG—NANCY. La Lumiere.
[15]When firſt you took me on your knee,
And told the wonders of the ſea,
How waves on waves for ever roll,
And toſs the ſhip from pole to pole;
How winds from every corner blow,
Now raiſe her high, now ſink her low;
My heart kept beating at the tale,
And with my ſighs I ſwell'd your ſail.
II.
But when, with all a ſailor's pride,
You ſpoke of fleets drawn ſide by ſide;
Of French and Engliſh, ten to one,
Deck threat'ning deck, gun fir'd at gun!
My heart admir'd the gallant ſtrife,
But throbb'd and trembled for your life;
And 'midſt the fancied cannon's roar,
I wiſh'd Tom Splicem ſafe on ſhore.
XI.—FINALE.—NANCY.
The Muſick by the Author of the Piece.
[16]Be gay, be gay, be gay!
'Tis Friendſhip leads the way,
And gives you all a welcome here:
Her call obey,
Come haſte away,
Her balmy ſmile diſpels each care.
CHORUS.
Away, away, O haſte away;
Away, away, O haſte away,
For time and tide for no man ſtay.
ROSEMARY.
Away, away, away;
Make this a holiday;
My liquors like your hearts are ſound:
Then ſing and drink,
And never think
Grief can exiſt while the toaſt goes round.
CHORUS.
Away, away, &c. &c.
[17]
SALLY.
Be gay, be gay, be gay!
Each month it is not May,
The lily and the roſe will fade:
Love while you're young,
Nor truſt that tongue
Who would our youth from joys diſſuade.
CHORUS.
Away, away, away, &c. &c.
ACT II.
[18]XII.—SONG—ROSEMARY.—Dr. Arnold.
WHEN I gayly fill the chearful glaſs,
I care not if the world goes down;
Hob or nob! let the bottle paſs,
Social mirth our bumpers crown.
Chorus. Hob or Nob, &c.
Oh! the wiſeſt man is but an aſs
Who on convivial joys can frown;
Hob or nob! let the bottle paſs,
Social mirth our bumpers crown.
Hob or Nob, &c.
The bewitching ſmile of a roguiſh laſs
In this ſmall bowl we can quickly drown;
Hob or nob! let the bottle paſs,
Social mirth our bumpers crown.
Hob or Nob, &c.
XIII.—SONG—TOM—Vauxhall Watch.
[19]My name's Tom Splicem, I'll be bound,
A man, a boy, upon this ground
I've gone the world around, around,
Crying, hip, hallo!
II.
When the Dons and Frenchmen come in ſight,
O! then my heart it pants for fight,
And if they do not take their flight,
O! we'd trounce them ſo!
III.
But if like rips they will not ſtay,
We wait to fight another day;
Another comes, they run away,
So hip, hallo!
XIV.—SONG,—SALLY.—Dr. Arnold.
The bark that holds our treaſure,
When at a diſtance ſeen,
Fear mingles with our pleaſure,
For danger lies between!
[20]II.
But proſperous gales upriſing
To waft her to the ſhore,
With double joy ſurprizing
Confirm the danger o'er.
XV.—SONG—TOM.—Admiral Benbow.
What ſailor is anxious, great treaſures to hoard?
No loſſes he minds while there's courage on board;
What tho' I am ſtranded, my fortune a wreck!
While two planks hold together, I'll ſtill keep the deck.
II.
My heart's ſplic'd with many, and many a rope,
And ſtill do I reſt on the anchor of hope;
Again I'm afloat, ſhould a fair wind befriend,
Or I go to the bottom, and ſo there's an end.
XVI.—SONG—NANCY.—Dr. Arnold.
[21]Take this, my gallant ſailor,
From a young but faithful maid!
The powers of wealth may fail her,
But her friendſhip ne'er can fade.
If you fly her, or deny her,
You will tear her heart in twain;
Then, oh! bleſs her! nor diſtreſs her,
Leſt ſhe ne'er know peace again.
FINALE. Dr. Arnold. XVII.—TOM SPLICEM.
Now fickle Goddeſs, do thy worſt!
Fortune, I defy thee;
No longer I for glory thirſt,
Far hence, Goddeſs, hie thee!
Hie thee to the briny wave,
To the tars that court thee;
Their country and their honour ſave,
Wealth and love ſupport thee!
Chorus. Hie thee, &c.
[22]
WILLIAMS.
If love is call'd a pleaſure,
If every heart it warms,
If friendſhip is a treaſure,
We brave approaching ſtorms.
We each perform our duty,
To earn the ſmile from beauty,
While learning nods applauſe:
The ſtory well may ſuit ye,
That pleads an honeſt cauſe.
Chorus. The ſtory, &c.
SALLY.
I've run ſome riſks this night, it's true,
I've loſt one honeſt lover;
Know, ladies all, the girls are few,
Who could the loſs recover.
But honeſt Williams look'd ſo kind,
So well he told his ſtory,
You cannot blame a fickle mind
Which crowns the brave with glory.
CHORUS.
But honeſt Williams, &c.
[23]
ROSEMARY.
'Tis wond'rous ſtrange, young fellows change
From one thing to another;
From love to war they chearful range,
A plaguy fooliſh pother!
I'll fill a bowl, a ſwinging bowl,
A bowl as big as twenty,
In which I'll drown each critic's frown,
Nor fear the cognoſcenti.
CHORUS.
I'll fill a bowl, &c.
THE END.
Appendix A Of T. CADELL, Bookeller, oppoſite Catherine-ſtreet, Strand, may be had the following Pieces.
[]- BONDUCA: a Tragedy, written by Beaumont and Fletcher, with Alterations.
- THE DEVIL UPON TWO STICKS, THE MAID OF BATH, The COZENERS, The NABOB, and The TRIP TO CALAIS, to which is annexed The CAPUCHIN, all written by the late SAMUEL FOOTE, Eſq and publiſhed by Mr. COLMAN. Alſo
- The TAILORS, a Tragedy for warm weather.
- BUXOM JOAN, a Burletta in one Act, and the Airs, Duets, Trios, and Finale introduced in the Comedy of the SPANISH BARBER; Likewiſe SUMMER AMUSEMENT; or, An ADVENTURE AT MARGATE, a Comic Opera; and the Airs, Duets, and Trios in the Muſical Farce called The SON-IN-LAW, as they are all performed at the Theatre-Royal in the Hay-Market.
- The MANAGER IN DISTRESS, a Prelude, on open⯑ing the Hay-Market Theatre, May 30, 1780. Writ⯑ten by GEORGE COLMAN.
- TONY LUMPKIN IN TOWN, a Farce, written by J. KEEFFE, Author of the SON-IN-LAW.
- The Songs, Duets, Choruſſes, &c. in the Muſical Farce of The DEAD ALIVE, by the ſame Author.
- Citation Suggestion for this Object
- TextGrid Repository (2020). TEI. 3474 Songs duets trios c in The silver tankard or ehe sic point at Portsmouth As performed at the Theatre Royal in the Hay Market. University of Oxford Text Archive. . https://hdl.handle.net/21.T11991/0000-001A-60A5-D