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 SONGS, CtlORUSSESi &c> 
 
 The SERENADE: or,MO&NltfG ADDRESS, 
 
 To the Ladies. 
 
 Sung by Mr. BANNISTER, Mr. CHAMPNES% 
 Mt. FAWCEtt, &c. 
 
 J iET beauty with the fun afife, 
 
 To Shakespeare tribute pay, 
 With heavenly fmiles and fpeaking eyes, 
 
 Give grace and luftrfc to the day. 
 
 Each fmile (he gives protects his name $ 
 
 What face (hall dare to frown I 
 Not Envy's felf can blaft the fame, 
 
 Which Beauty deigns to crown!. 
 
 I n9od^i B WARWICK* 
 
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 WARWICKSHIRE. 
 
 Sung by Mr. VERNON, Mr. DIBDIN, &c. 
 
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 E Warwidjhlre lads, and ye laffes,* 
 See tfhat at oat Jubilee paffes, 
 Come revel away, rejoice and be glad, 
 For the lad of all lads, was a JVdfwkkJhire lad, 
 Warwick/hire lad, 
 All be glad, 
 For the lad of all lads, vfcis a Warwickfoin lad. 
 
 H, 
 
 Be proud of the charms of your county,' 
 Where Nature has lavifh'd her bounty, 
 Where much fhe has giv'n, and fome to be fpar'd, 
 For the bard of all bards, was a Waryuickfoirk bard, 
 IVarivickJhire bard, 
 Never pair'd, 
 For the bard of all bards, was a Warwidjlnrc bard. 
 
 Ill, 
 
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 III. 
 
 |t&ch (hire has its different pleafures, 
 JEach fiii re has its different treafures ; 
 But to rare Warwick/hire, all mud fubmir, 
 For the wit of ail wits, was a Warwic kjhir e wtt ? 
 Warwick/hire wit, 
 How he writ! 
 For the wit of all wits, was a Wmrwidjhlre wit. 
 
 IV. 
 
 Old Bert) Thomas Otway> 'John Dry den, 
 And half a fcore more we take pride in, 
 Of famous Will Congr eve , we boaft too the flcill, 
 But the Will of Wills, was a Warwick/hire Will, 
 War void Jb' re Will, 
 Matchlefs ftill, 
 For the Will of ail Wills, was a Warwichjhire WilL 
 
 V. 
 
 Oav Shakespeare compared is to nqmarr ? 
 Nor Frenchman, nor Grecian, nor Roman, 
 Their fwans are all geefe, to the Avons fweet fwan, 
 And the man qf all men, was a Wanyickjbire man. 
 Warwick/vine man, 
 Avon's fwan, 
 ^nd the man of all men, was a Warwick/hire man. 
 
 B 2 VI, 
 
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 VI. 
 
 M venffon J§ y$ry inviting, 
 To fleal it oijr bard tpok delight iff, 
 To make hi£ friends merry he never was lag. 
 And the w$g of all wags, was a tFarwick/hire. w?g* 
 Worwickjhjre w#g. 
 Ever brag, 
 For the ^rag of all wags, was 3 Warwickjhire W^g* 
 
 VIL 
 
 There never was feen fuch $ creature. 
 Of all fhe was worth, he robb'd Nature ; 
 He took all her frniles., and he took all her grief, 
 ^nd the thief of all thieves, was a Warwickjhire thief^ 
 Warwichfmre thief, 
 He's the chief, 
 Jot the thief of all thieves, W4S a lYarivirtfilri thief* 
 
 THE 
 
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 THE MULBERRY- TREE. 
 Sung by Mr. VERNO^, Mr. BANNISTER, &c ? 
 
 ►EHOLD tills fair goblet, 'twas carv ? d from the tree, 
 Which, O my fweet Shakespeare, was planted by thee j 
 As a relick I kifs it, and bpw at the fhrine, 
 What comes from thy hand muft be ever divine ! 
 j^ll fhall yield to the Mulberry-tree^ 
 Bend to thee, 
 Bleft Mulberry, 
 Matchlefs was he 
 Who planted thee, 
 A#d thou like him immortal be ! 
 
 II. 
 
 Ye tre.es of the foreft, fo rampant and high, 
 Who fpread round their branches, whofe heads fweep the &y t 
 Ye curious exotics, whom tafte has brought here, 
 To root out the natives, at prices fo dear, 
 
 All fhal! yield to the Mulberry-tree, &c, &c. 
 
 III. 
 
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 III, 
 
 The Oak is held royal, is Britain's great boa&, 
 Prcferv'd once our king, and will always our coaft, 
 But of Fir we make (hips, we have thoufands that fight| 
 While One, only One, like our Shakespeare can writ£ Q 
 AH (hall yield to the Mulberry-tree, &c, &c, 
 
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 * Let Venus delight in her gay mirtle bowers, 
 Pomona in fruit trees, and Flora in flowers ; 
 The garden of Shakespeare all fancies will fuit, 
 With the fweeteft of flowerp, and faireft of fruit, 
 
 All (hall yield to the Mulberry-tree^ &c, &c, 
 
 * With learning and knowledge the well-letter'd Birch, 
 Supplies Law and Phyfick, and Grace for the church. 
 But Law and the Gofpel in Shakespeare we find, 
 And he gives the beft Phyfick for body and mind. 
 
 All (hall yield to the Mulberry-tree, &c, &c. 
 
 N. E. The Stanzas marked thus * are emitted in the Performance, 
 
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 VI. 
 
 The fame of the patron gives fame to the tree, 
 From him and his merits this takes its degree; 
 Let Phcebus and Bacchus their glories refign, 
 Our tree fhaJl fufpafs both the Laurel and Vine, 
 
 All fhall yield to the Mulberry-tree, &c, &c. 
 
 VII. 
 
 The Genius of Shakespeare out-fliines the bright day, 
 More rapture than wine to the heart can convey, 
 So the tree which he planted, by making his own, 
 Mas Laurel, and Bays, and the Vine all in one. 
 
 All fhall yield to the Mulberry-tree, &c, Sec 
 
 Vllh 
 
 Then each take a relick of* this hallow'd tree, 
 From folly and fafhion a charm let it be ; 
 Fill fill to the planter, the cup to the brim, 
 To honour his country, do honour to him. 
 All (hall yield to the Mulberry- trec^ 
 
 Bend to thee, 
 
 Bleft Mulberry, 
 
 Matchlefs was he 
 
 Who planted thee, 
 And thou like him immortal be ! 
 
 CHORUS 
 
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 Chorus 
 
 FOR THE 
 
 PAGEANT. 
 
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 .ENCE ye pfopharie ! and only they, 
 Our pageant grace our pomp furvey, 
 Whom love of facred genius brings : 
 Let pride, let flattery decree, 
 Honors to deck the memory, 
 Of warriors, fenatofs, arid kings— 
 Not lefs in glory, and defert, 
 The poet here receives his part, 
 A tribute front the feeling heart* 
 
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 PART If, 
 
 A BALLAD, 
 
 lung by Mrs. BADDELEY* 
 
 I. 
 
 X HE pride of all nature was fwfeet Willy 0% 
 The firft of all fwains, 
 He gladden'd the plains, 
 None evet" was like to the fweet Willy O* 
 
 II. 
 
 Me fang it fo rarely did fweet Willy O, 
 
 He melted each maid, 
 
 So flrilful he play'd* 
 No fliepherd e'er pip'd like the fweet Willy Q, 
 
 III. 
 
 All Nature obey'd hirti, this fweet Willy 0$ 
 
 Wherever he came, 
 
 Whatever had a name, 
 Whenever he fung follow'd fweet Willy Q f 
 
 * Shakespeare, 
 
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 IV. 
 
 He wou'd be a * foldier, the fweet Willy O* 
 
 When arm'd in the field, 
 
 With fword and with fhield, 
 The laurel was won by the fweet Willy O. 
 
 V. 
 
 He charm'd 'em when living, the fweet Willy O 5 
 
 And when Willy dy'd, 
 
 'Twas Nature that figh'd, 
 To part with her all in her fweet Willy O, 
 
 * Writer of Tragedy* 
 
 A I R 
 
A 
 
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 A I R. 
 
 Sung by Mifs R A D L E Y, 
 
 LL this for a Poet— O no, 
 Who liv'd lord knows how long ago I 
 
 How can you jeer one, 
 
 How can you fleer one, 
 A poet, a poet, — O no, 
 
 'Tis not fo, 
 Who liv'd lord knows how long ago; 
 
 Jt muft be fome great man, 
 A prince, or a ftate-man, 
 It can't be a poet— -O no : 
 
 Your poet is poor, 
 
 And nobody fure, 
 Regards a poor poet I trow \ 
 
 The rich ones we prize, 
 
 Send ? em up to the fkies, 
 But not a poor poet — O no — 
 Who liv'd lord knows how long ago, 
 
 C 2 Spoken 
 
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 Spoken by Mrs. B A D D E L E f, 
 
 \J 'E R each heart he was ruler, 
 Made 'em warmer or cooler, 
 
 Could make 'em to laugh or to cry i 
 What we lock'd in our breafts, 
 Tho' as clofe as in chefts, 
 
 Was not hid from the conjuror's eye: 
 
 Mifs R A D L E Y. 
 
 Tho' fins I have none, 
 I am glad he is gone, 
 No maid could live near fuch a mon. 
 
 } 
 
 Mrs. BAPDEJ.EY. 
 
 If he faw ye he knew ye, 
 Would look thro' and thro* ye, 
 
 Thro' ikin, and your flefh, and your cIoaths s 
 Had you vanity, pride, 
 Fifty follies befide, 
 
 He would fee 'em, as plain as your nofe : 
 
 Mifs R A D L E Y. 
 
 Tho' fins I have none, 
 I am glad he is gone, 
 No maid would live near fuch a mon. 
 
 DUETTO 
 
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 DUETTO. 
 
 Sung by Mrs. BADDELEY and Mifs RADLEY. 
 
 Let us fing it, and dance it, 
 Rejoice it and prance it, 
 
 That no man has now fuch an art $ 
 What would come of us all, 
 Both the great ones, and fmall, 
 
 Should he live to peep now in each heart. 
 
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 Tho' fins I have none, 
 I am glad he is gone, 
 
 No maid could live near fuch a mon. 
 
 9P ■! ' a - i - .. .'. " ■ -. '■ 
 
 C U O R U S. 
 
 X HIS i§ the day, a holiday ! a holiday ! 
 Drive fpleen and rancour far away, 
 This is the day, a holiday ! a holiday ! 
 Drive care *ind forrow far away. 
 
 * Here Nature nurs'd her darling boy 9 
 From whom all care, and forrow fly, 
 
 Whofe harp the mufes ftrung : 
 From heart to heart let joy rebound, 
 Now, now, we tread enchanted ground, 
 
 Here Shakespeare walk'd, and fung ! 
 
 * This Jail (lanza is omitted in the performance, 
 
 ROUNDE- 
 
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 ROUNDELAY. 
 
 Sung by Mr. VERNON, Mr, BANNISTER, 
 Mrs. BADDELEY and Mifs RADLEY, 
 
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 iblSTERS of the tuneful ftrain ! 
 
 Attend your parent's jocund train, 
 'Tis Fancy calls you, follow me, 
 
 To celebrate the Jubilee. 
 
 II. 
 
 On Avonh banks, where Shakespeare's buft 
 Points out, and guards his fleeping dull, 
 
 The fons of Scenic Mirth decree 
 
 To celebrate this Jubilee. 
 
 III. 
 
 * By Garrick led, the grateful band a 
 
 Hafte to their Poet's native land. 
 With rites of fportive revelry, 
 
 To celebrate his Jubilee, 
 
 N. B. The Stanzas marked with a * are omitted in the. ling'ag. 
 
 IV, 
 
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 IV. 
 
 * Come daughters then, and with you bring 
 The vocal reed, and fprightly firing, 
 
 Wit, and Joke, and Repartee, 
 To celebrate our Jubilee, 
 
 V* 
 
 Come, daughters, come, and bring with you 
 Th* Aerial Sprite and Fairy Crew* 
 
 And the Sifter-Graces three, 
 To celebrate our Jubilee. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Hang round the fculptur'd torhb 
 The broider'd veft, the nodding plume* 
 
 And the maik of comic glee, 
 To celebrate our Jubilee. 
 
 VIL 
 
 From Birnam Wood^ and Bo/worth 9 s Fields 
 Bring the ftandard, bring the fhield, 
 
 With drums, and martial fymphony, 
 To celebrate our Jubilee. 
 
 VIIL 
 
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 VIIL 
 
 In mournful numbers now relate 
 Poor Defdsmoncfs haplefs fate, 
 
 With frantic deeds of Jealoufy, 
 To celebrate our Jubilee, 
 
 IX. 
 
 Nor be Windfor's wives forgot, 
 With their harmlefs merry plot, 
 
 The whit'ning mead, and haunted tree 3 
 To celebrate our Jubilee. 
 
 X. 
 
 Now in jocund drains recite* 
 
 The revels of the braggar'd Knight^ 
 
 Fat Knight I and antient Pijiol he ! 
 To celebrate our Jubilee, 
 
 XL 
 
 But fee, in crowds, the gay, the fair,- 
 To the fplendid fcene repair, 
 
 A fcene as fine, as fine can be, 
 To celebrate our Jubilee,- 
 
 Xlt 
 
XII. 
 
 Yet Colin bring, and Rofalind 9 
 
 Each fhepherd true, and damfel kind, 
 For well with ours, their fports agree, 
 
 To crown the feftive Jubilee* 
 
 1> T O 
 
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 TO THE 
 
 IMMORTAL MEMORY. OF SHAKESPEARE. 
 
 IMORTAL be his name, 
 His memory, his fame ! 
 Nature and her works we fee, 
 Matchlefs Shakespeare fail in thee! 
 join'd by everlafting tyes, 
 Shakespeare but with Nature dies. 
 Immortal be his Name, 
 His memory, his fame ! 
 
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 N I S*