A Dance

Air LXVIII. Lumps of Pudding, &c.

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Thus I stand like the Turk, with his Doxies around;

From all Sides their Glances his Passion confound;

For Black, Brown, and Fair, his Inconstancy burns,

And the different Beauties subdue him by turns:

Each calls forth her Charms to provoke his Desires:

Though willing to all, with but one he retires.

But think of this Maxim, and put off your Sorrow,

The Wretch of To-day, may be happy To-morrow.

Chorus.

But think of this Maxim, &c.

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Title Page

THE
BEGGAR’S
OPERA.

WRITTEN by Mr. GAY.

To which is Prefixed the
MUSICK to each SONG.

{Decoration}

Nos hæc novimus esse nihil.—Mart.

LONDON:
WILLIAM HEINEMANN
1921