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 A grand solemn dirge
 
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 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
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 PEDICATED TO the Glorious SIXTY-FIVE. 
 
 A 
 
 Grand Solemn Dirge, 
 
 I N T HE 
 
 High Burlefque Tragi-comic Tafte, 
 
 Performed at the FUNERAL 
 
 O F 
 
 OLD ENGLISH LIBERTT, 
 
 On the SAME DAY as 
 
 The Definitive Treaty of Peace 
 
 WAS SIGNED BETWIXT 
 
 France^ Spain^ and Great-Britain, 
 
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 By H. HOWARD. 
 
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 Church, Fleet-Sired. MDCCLXIII.
 
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 GRAND SOLEMN DIRGE, 
 
 IN THE 
 
 High Burlefque Tragi-comic Tafte. 
 
 First Recitativi::. 
 
 By Mr. Bawldon, To the Bladder and String, 
 
 N C E F O R T H no EnghjJy Brow ihall fmile, 
 whes gone ! — The. Darling of our Ifle! 
 ttri.ck to the Heart ; 
 With Grief and Smart ; 
 
 Woe ! Woe ! 
 
 i\h! Oh! 
 
 Weep, wail! 
 
 Cry, rail ! 
 
 Rave, fwear, 
 
 Stamp, Hare I 
 Nothing remains, but bhick Defpair ! 
 
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 A I R. 
 
 By Mr. BLick-Beixid} the ^hck-Smith, To the Amil and ILmmcr, 
 
 (Tune, By the Side of a ^jeat Kitchen Fire.) 
 
 When the Tax on the Porter Avas laid, 
 
 I thought they had l^mething in View 
 Some Scheme on our Strength and our Trade, 
 
 For iince I've had nothing to do; 
 Each Night i could call for my Qiiart, 
 
 For Thrums have a Tankard of Porter, 
 But the Halfpenny breaks my poor Heart, 
 
 And the Beer is no better than Water. 
 
 D U E T T A. 
 By Mifs Rpnt and Mifs Shriller, (Two Milk Girls) 
 
 'To the Rattling of their Pails, 
 (Tune, The Jttic Fire.) 
 
 Come all ye brave that fought and bled, 
 Your darling Liberty is dead. 
 
 By cruel Hands flie fell ; 
 The lovely Fair, alas ! no more 
 Shall finile on poor Britannia % Shore ; — 
 
 O Grief too great to tell ! 
 
 RE. 
 
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 R E C IT A T I V E. 
 
 By Mr, WaCs-p, Stinger c'^.d Singer, 7o the Drone of a 'B.t^plpc, 
 
 Vox take 'cm, for their cUann'd llI-naLure, 
 I'll JJing 'em home, with Jlinging Satire. 
 
 A I R. (^Accompanied with the Tongs and Fire'Shoie!,) 
 
 ('rnnt', Eritcns, Jirike home.) 
 
 Britcns, fneali h.ome, 
 Sneak home. 
 Sneak home. 
 Your Liberty's gone. 
 Hark! Hark to her Knell! 
 
 Hark! Hark to her Knell ! Da Capo. 
 
 Ding, Dong, Bell. 
 
 D U E T T A. 
 
 By Mejjrs. Savage and Mad-Ox, Butchers, To the Marrow-bones and 
 
 Cleavers. 
 
 (Tune, As I was a driving my JFaggon one Day.) 
 
 The Devil take all their damn'd fcheming, I fay. 
 They've murder'd poor Liberty — Rot 'em, I pray; 
 They butcher d her vilely, and mangled her lore. 
 And made thcmlelves drunk with the poor Creature's Gore. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Ah, poor Liberty ! Old Englijl) Liberty \ 
 Genivis of England-, adieu !
 
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 RECITATIVE and A I R. 
 
 By Mr, Shamplels, the Trnnk-MAer, To the lli<ynblin^ of Carts ^ 
 Coaches, and Broad-ivhecl Waggons. 
 
 Oh! I could tear their Houfes down; 
 Aye that I would for Half a Crown -, 
 I'd make'fcni Itart, and flare, and wonder, 
 To hear my Stentorijic Thunder ! 
 
 AIR. 
 
 (Tunc, Cover me 'xnth Ice ami Snozv.) 
 
 Ah it is a fatal Blow, 
 And a difmal Overthrow ; 
 Never was a Scene of Woe, 
 Like what we undergo. 
 
 DUET 1" A. 
 By Mr, Shagger, and Mifs Put-here, ^learijs. 
 (Accompanied by the Hurdy-Gurdy.) 
 
 (Tune, In Infancy our Hopes, &c.) 
 
 when fair Succefs began to fmile, 
 
 And fpread her chearing Rays ; 
 Each Hero vafiu'd not the Spoil, 
 
 But fought in Hopes of Bays : 
 Yet Vi61:ory was all in vain, 
 
 ('Twas j-ill like Childrens' Play) 
 The S-'t"fl) Friends of France and Spain^ 
 
 Have giv n it ail away. 
 
 Re c r
 
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 RECITATIVE. 
 
 By Mr. Low, the lYv^i-'xayman. * 
 (^Accompanied with the Clinging of Fetters.") 
 
 Shall Villains kill or rob in State, 
 And fordid leek their Country's Fate, 
 Becaule fbrfooth they're rich and great ? 
 U'hile llich as I are hang'd in Air, 
 For only puttinsf Folks in Fear ! 
 
 AIR. W9 '^ 
 
 (Tune, ^ince Laws vfere made fer ev'ryDtgree. 
 
 If Rafcals Ts^ere' puniili'd of ev'ry Degree, 
 For robbing their Country, or taking a Fee, 
 What a Heap of S"— — /; Faces we daily fhould fee, 
 
 Under Tyburn 1 ree ? 
 But Favour can take out the Stain from a Coat, 
 E'en the Blood of a King who was fold for a Groat j 
 For that they will fay was a trifling Fault; — 
 
 But d — n their Plea. 
 
 * Macheatb. 
 
 RE-
 
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 Recitativi. 
 
 By Mrs. Vixen- ^, (Termagant.) 
 
 To the Clack of a Mill. 
 
 Like to the Clack of this fame Mill, 
 They nj'er fhall make my Torigue lye ftill ; 
 May Rage and Clamour never ceafe 
 To make a Noife about the Peace. 
 
 A I R. 
 
 (Tune, Harvejl-Home.) 
 
 Y Come Nelly and Moll, 
 Come Sujan and Doll, 
 
 Each Termagant raife up your Voice 
 Let us rave, let us fquall, 
 Let us bellow and bawl. 
 
 And make a moft damnable Noife. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 No Peace Ihall there be, 
 For them nor for me. 
 
 So let's have a damnable Noife ! 
 Damnable Nuije ! 
 1 / Damnable Noije ! 
 
 So let's have a damnable Noije I 
 
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 RECITATIVE. 
 
 By Mr. Qi-iaker, the Jing'mg Baker, and Mr. Legg-zV. 
 
 By all the Gods I'll make ''em JJjake! 
 Their Lips to quaver and to quake! 
 I'll fliew myfelfa Subje6l true: 
 Ha, Alafter Lif^^-it, What fay you? 
 
 Mr. Legg-it. 
 
 As long as I've a Leg to ftand on, 
 I never will the Caule abandon. 
 
 A M B O. 
 
 (Tunc, IFith Swords on their Thighs.) 
 
 To Liberty raife up the high chearful Strain, 
 We ne'er can forget, tho' we can't her regain, 
 How charming fhe look'd with her Shield and her Spear I 
 A Friend to the Stranger, a Stranger to Fear. 
 
 Da Capo. 
 
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 K E C 1 T A T I V E.
 
 
 RECITATIVE and AIR. 
 
 By Mifs Cat-/)', twd Mifs Squallam. 
 
 (Acconij[)anied by the Cat-Organ,) 
 
 Ye cdttenvai'Jiag Tribe each Night, 
 Difturb their Siumber, wake 'em quite : 
 Your Baje and Treble Pipes prepare, 
 And harrdw up their Souls with Fear. 
 
 AIR. 
 (Tune, Mingotit's Mhmet.) 
 
 Strait with bawh'ng ! 
 
 Squeahng, fquaihng ! 
 Ne'er your helliih Mulic ceafe : 
 
 With eternal 
 
 Strains infernal! 
 Tell 'em they IKall have no Peace. 
 
 Da C.ipo. 
 
 Grand Chorus, accompanied by the whole Band. 
 
 No Veace lliall there be, 
 For them nor for rae, 
 
 So let's have a damnable Noife : 
 Damnable Noife! 
 Damnable Noife! 
 
 So let's have a damnable Noife. 
 
 I N I S. 
 
 X>a Capo.
 
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