All he did and utter'd? Kiss'd and press'd, Sung, prattled, laugh'd and flatter'd; Did he go away at the close of day, In a corner dodging? Spoil'd my sight; But I believe his lodging Was within her call, like pretty, pretty Poll." This lively and singular piece was probably popular at the time of writing the "Beggar's Opera," which has a duet to the same measure.-AIKIN. THERE WAS A JOLLY MILLER. From BICKERSTAFFE'S "Love in a Village." 1762. THERE was a jolly miller once lived on the river Dee, I live by my mill, God bless her! she's kindred, child, and wife; When spring begins his merry career, oh, how his heart grows gay! Thus, like the miller, bold and free, let us rejoice and sing, The last two stanzas of this popular song appear to be by different hands, and to have been successively added at different times. The original idea is evidently concluded with the second stanza. Only the first stanza is sung on the stage. THE ORIGIN OF THE PATTEN. CHARLES DIBDIN. From the opera of the "Milkmaid.” SWEET ditties would my Patty sing: All these would sing my blue-eyed Patty, But nipping frosts and chilling rain Her wet-shod feet did sore dismay, And hoarse was heard my blue-eyed Patty; While I for very mad did cry, "Ah! could I but again," said I, "Hear the sweet voice of blue-eyed Patty!" Love taught me how; I work'd, I sang ; An engine for my blue-eyed Patty. Again was heard each tuneful close My fair one in the patten rose, Which takes its name from blue-eyed Patty. THE UNCOMMON OLD MAN. From the "Convivial Songster," 1782. THERE was an old man, and though 'tis not common, Whene'er he was hungry he long'd for some meat, He seldom or never could see without light, 'Tis reported his tongue always mov'd when he talk'd, His face was the saddest that ever was seen, For if 'twere not wash'd it was seldom quite clean; At last he fell sick, as old chronicles tell, But what is more strange, in so weak a condition, What pity he died! yet 'tis said that his death DULCE DOMUM. SING a sweet, melodious measure, Home, sweet home! an ample treasure; Lo! the joyful hour advances, All our tedious toils requite. Leave, my wearied Muse, thy learning; See the year, the meadow, smiling; Now the swallow seeks her dwelling, And no longer loves to roam: The example thus impelling, Let us seek our native home! Let both men and steeds assemble, Oh, what raptures! oh, what blisses! Greet our household gods with singing; Why should light, so slowly springing, Founded upon the celebrated Latin song of the Winchester School-boys" "Dulce Domum." It first appeared in the "Gentleman's Magazine" for March 1796, under the signature of J. R. A JOLLY fat friar loved liquor good store, "Some rogue," quoth the friar, quite dead to remorse, "Some thief, whom a halter will throttle, Some scoundrel has cut off the head of my horse While I was engaged at the bottle, Which went gluggity, gluggity-glug-glug-glug." The tail of the steed pointed south on the dale, "This new mode of docking," the friar then said, And 'tis cheap-for he never can eat off his head, Which goes gluggity, gluggity-glug-glug-glug." The steed made a stop-in a pond he had got, He was rather for drinking than grazing; Quoth the friar, ""Tis strange headless horses should trot; But to drink with their tails is amazing!" |