ENGLAND's Joy
in the merry month of MAY;
OR,
The Various delights of the Spring.
Tune of, Ah! how pleasant 'tis to Love, etc. Licenced and Entred according to Order
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(1)
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HArk! how sweet the Birds do sing
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T'usher in the Pleasant Spring:
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now King and Queen are Crowned,
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Winter storms are blown a way,
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Now we are with chearful May;
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most pleasantly sourrounded.
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(2)
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If we walk into the Fields,
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Every Flower a pleasure yeilds;
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and so we are delighted,
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With the Vestal Flora's Train:
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That we see upon the Plain,
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in order so posited,
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(3)
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How Harmonious are the Notes,
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Warbl'd from the pritty Throats;
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of the inchanting Forristers:
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Unconstrained they rejoyce,
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Sing like Birds of Paradice,
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Apeing those sweet Choristers.
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(4)
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Let us but return again,
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We shall see the martial Train:
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dancing to the Fife and Drum,
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Musick such as will invite;
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Ladies to a sweet delight,
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and terrify the Bulls of Rome.
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(5)
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Modest Virgins, Dance and Sing,
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To the sprightly Violin:
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wellc'ming in the pleasant Spring,
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Sparks, and Bullies of the Town;
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All their Witts in liquour drown,
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drinking Healths unto the King.
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(6)
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Grave and wise together meet,
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Bowing at the Royal feet;
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of our Gracious King, and Queen,
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Wish'em health, long life and peace:
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That their Joyes may still increase,
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in a long and happy Reign.
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(7)
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Now fair Venus, and her Train,
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Follow'd by the Am'rous Swain;
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Take their pleasure in the Groves,
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Twist Embraces, and Carress,
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To the height of happiness;
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as their Inclination moves.
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(8)
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Poets Muses, all the Nine,
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And their Off-spring so divine;
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chant it out melodiously:
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And (like Eastern Natives) down,
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Fall before the Rising Sun,
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that now shines so Gloriously.
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(9)
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Mists and Vapours of the night,
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That disturb'd our clear Eye-sight;
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are dispel'd, and Vanished;
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All things now too gay appear,
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In this spring time of the Year;
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as if they'd ne'r Languished.
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(10)
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We admire the sceen and cry,
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It is all Variety:
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charming the beholders Eye,
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Still producing somthing new:
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Pleasures that we never knew
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in a spring of Liberty.
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