Volume 5 — A SONG.

Note: You must Sing 8 lines to the first Strain.

[Listen]

LET’s be merry blith and jolly, Stupid Dulness is a Folly; ’Tis the Spring that doth invite us, Hark, the chirping Birds delight us: Let us Dance and raise our Voices, Every Creature now rejoyces; Airy Blasts and springing Flowers, Verdant Coverings, pleasant Showers: Each plays his part to compleat this our Joy, And can we be so dull as to deny. Here’s no foolish surly Lover, That his Passions will discover; No conceited fopish Creature, That is proud of Cloaths or Feature: All things here serene and free are, They’re not Wise, are not as we are; Who acknowledge Heavens Blessings, In our innocent Caressings: Then let us Sing, let us Dance, let us Play, ’Tis the Time is allow’d, ’tis the Month of May.