s kind as they:
The Conduits shall run with Wine,
_We'll dress up our Houses_, &c.

Those battling Sons of Thunder,
Now at their returning back;
I know they will be for Plunder,
Virginities go to wrack:
But let them do what they please,
_We'll dress up our Houses_, &c.

_A_ SONG. _Set and Sung by Mr._ LEVERIDGE _at the_ Theatre.

[Music]

Fill the Glass, fill, fill, fill the Glass,
Let Hautboys sound, whilst bright _Celinda_,
Bright _Celinda's_ Health go round.
Fill the Glass, fill, fill, fill the Glass,
Let Hautboys sound, whilst bright _Celinda_,
Bright _Celinda's_ Health goes round.

With eternal Beauty blest, ever blooming,
Ever blooming still be best;
Drink your Glass, drink your glass,
Drink your Glass and think,
Think, think the rest,
Drink your Glass and think,
Think, think the rest.

_An_ IRISH SONG.

Hub ub, ub, boo;
Hub ub, ub, boo;
Dish can't be true,
De War dees cease,
But der's no Peash,
I know and find,
'Tis Sheal'd and Sign'd,
But won't believe 'tis true,
Hub, ub, ub, boo, Hub ub, ub, boo.

_A hone, a hone_,
Poor _Teague's_ undone,
I dare not be,
A Rapparee,
I ne'er shall see,
_Magraw Macree_,
Nor my more dear Garone,
_A hone, a hone._

Awa, awa,
I must huzza,
'Twill hide my Fears,
And save my Ears,
The Mob appears,
Her'sh to _Nassau_,
Dear Joy 'tis _Usquebaugh_,
Huzza, Huzza, Huzza.

_The_ BATH _Teazers: Or a Comical Description of the Diversions at_
BATH.

[Music]

I'll tell thee _Dick_ where I have lately been,
_There's rare doings at_ Bath,
Amongst Beauties divine, the like was ne'er seen,
_There's rare doings at_ Bath,
And some dismal Wits that were eat up with Spleen,
_There's rare doings at_ Bath.
_There's rare doings at_ Bath.
_Raffling and Fidling, and Piping and Singing,_
_There's rare doings at_ Bath.

Where all drink the Waters to recover Health,
And some sort of Fools there throw off their Wealth,
And now and then Kissing, and that's done by stealth,
_There's rare doings_, &c.

And now for the Crew that pass in the Throng,
That live by the Gut, or the Pipe, or the Song,
And teaze all the Gentry as they pass along,
_There's rare doings_, &c.

First _Corbet_ began my Lord pray your Crown,
You'll hear a new Boy I've Just brought to Town,
I'm sure he will please you, or else