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When once the sense is fled, is filed,

Love has no power to charm.
Wild thro' the woods I'll fly, I'll fly,

Robes, locks-hall thus be tore!
A thousand, thousand times I'll dye
Ere thus, thus, in vain,--ere thus in vain adore.




was written by Henry CAREY, a celebrated composer of Music at the beginning of this century, and author of several little Theatrical Entertainments, which the reader may find enumerated in the Companion to the Play-house," &c. The Sprightliness of this Song fter's fancy coull not preserve him from a very melancholy catastrophe, which was affected by his own hand. In his Poems, 470. Lond. 1?20;, may be seen another Mad Song of this author, beginning thus :

66 Gods! I can never this endure,
66 Death alone must be my cure,



Go to the Elysian Made,

Where sorrow ne'er shall wound me;
Where nothing Mall my rest invade,

But joy shall still lurround me.


I fly


I fly from Celia's cold disdain,

From her disdain I fly;
She is the cause of all my pain,

For her alone I die.

Her eyes are brighter than the mid-day sun,
When he but half his radiant course has run,
When his meridian glories gaily shine,
And gild all nature with a warmth divine.

See yonder river's flowing tide,
Which now fo full

Those streams, that do so swiftly glide,

Are nothing but my tears.

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There I have wept till I could weep no more,
And curit mine eyes, when they have wept their store;
Then, like the clouds, that rob the azure main,
I've drain'd the flood to weep it back again.

Pity my pains,

Ye gentle swains!
Cover me with ice and snow,
I scorch, I burn, I Aame, I glow!

Furies, tear me,

Quickly bear me
'To the dismal shades below!

Where yelling, and howling


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This, like Num. XX, was originally fung in one of D'URFEY's Comedies of Don Quixote, fii atted about the year 1644) and was probably composed by that popular Songsler, who died Feb. 26, 1-23.

This is printed in the Hive, a Collection of Songs," 4 vols. 1721, 12mo. where may be found two or three other MAD SONGs not admitted into these Volumes,


I Burn,

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Burn, my brain consumes to ashes! I

Each eye-ball too like lightning flashes! Within my breast there glows a solid fire, Which in a thousand ages can't expire !

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Blow, blow, the winds' great ruler!

Bring the Po, and the Ganges hither,
Tis sultry weather,
Pour them all on my soul,

It will hiss like a coal,
But be never the cooler.

'Twas pride hot as hell,

That first made me rebell,
From love's awful throne a curst anger I fell ;

And mourn now my fate,

Which inyself did create:
Fool, fool, that consider'd not when I was well!


Adieu! ye vain transporting joys!

Off ye vain fantastic toys!
That dress this face-this body-to allure !

Bring me daggers, poison, fire!

Since scorn is turn'd into desire.
All hell feels not the rage, which I, poor I, endure.




The following rhymes, Night and insignificant as they may nowu seem, had once a more powerful effect than either the Philippics of Demosthenes, or Cicero ; and contributed not a little towards the great revolution in 1688. Let us hear a contemporary writer.

A foolish ballad was made at that time, treating the Papists, and chiefly the Irish, in a


ridiculous manner, " which had a bur den said to be Irish words, “ Lero, lero, liliburlero,that made an impression on the [king's] army, " that cannot be imagined by those that saw it not. The 66 whole army, and at last the people, both in city and country,

were singing it perpetually. And perhaps never had so "Night a thing so great an effect.Burnet.

It was written, or at least republished, on the earl of Tyrconnel's going a second time to Ireland in October, 1688. Perhaps it is unnecessary to mention, that General Richard Talbot, newly created earl of Tyrconnel, had been nominated by K. James II. to the lieutenancy of Ireland in 1686, on account of his being a furious papist, who had recommended himself to his bigotted master by his arbitrary treatment of the protestants in the preceding year, when only lieutenant general, and whose subsequent conduct fully justified his expectations and their fears. The violences of his ad. ministration may be seen in any of the histories of those times: particularly in bishop King's State of the Protestants in

Ireland," 1691, 4to.

LILLIBURLERO and LEN-A-LAH are said to have been the words of distinction used among the Irish Papists in their masacre of the Protestants in 1041.

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