go by the Hill, Sir;
If you will not when you may,
You shall not when you will, Sir.

There is a Dew upon the Grass,
Will spoil your Damask Gown a;
Which has cost your Father dear,
Many Shilling and a Crown a:
There is a Wind blows from the _West_,
Soon will dry the Ground a;
And I will have a special Care,
Of the rumpling of my Gown a.

_A_ SONG.

[Music]

Slaves to _London_ I'll deceive you,
For the Country now I leave you:
Who can bear, and not be Mad,
Wine so dear, and yet so bad:
Such a Noise and Air so smoaky,
That to stun, this to choak ye;
Men so selfish, false and rude,
Nymphs so young and yet so lew'd.

Quiet harmless Country Pleasure,
Shall at home engross my Leisure;
Farewel _London_, I'll repair,
To my Native Country Air:
I leave all thy Pleasures behind me,
But at home my Wife will find me;
Oh the Gods! 'tis ten times worse,
_London_ is a milder Curse.

_The Duke of_ ORMOND'S _March._

_Set by Mr._ CHURCH.

[Music]

Ye brave Boys and Tars,
That design for the Wars,
Remember the Action at _Vigo_;
And where ORMOND Commands,
Let us all joyn our Hands,
_And where he goes, may you go, and I go_.

Let Conquest and Fame,
The Honour proclaim,
Great ORMOND has gotten at _Vigo_;
Let the Trumpets now sound,
And the Ecchoes around,
_Where he goes, may you go, and I go_.

Let the Glories be Sung,
Which the ORMONDS have won,
Long before this great Action at _Vigo_;
They're so Loyal and Just,
And so true to their Trust,
_That where he goes, may you go, and I go_.

Old Records of Fame,
Of the ORMONDS great Name,
Their Actions, like these were of _Vigo_;
And since this Prince exceeds,
In his Fore-Father's Deeds,
_Then where he goes, may you go, and I go_.

'Tis the Praise of our Crown,
That such Men of Renown,
Shou'd lead on the Van, as at _Vigo_;
Where such Lives and Estates
Are expos'd for our sakes,
_Then where he goes, may you go, and I go_.

'Twas the whole Nation's Voice,
And we all did rejoyce,
When we heard he Commanded for _Vigo_;
To ANNA so True,
All her Foes to pursue,
_Then where he goes, may you go, and I go_.

'Tis the Voice of the Town,
And our Zeal for the Crown,
To serve ORMOND to _France_, _Spain_, or _Vigo_;
So Noble and brave,
Both to Conquer and save,
_Then whe