1st Witch. Many more, many more murders must this one ensue ;

Chorus. 1st Witch.

2nd & 3rd

Chorus.

Dread horrors still abound

In every place around,

As if in death were found propagation, too.
He must-he will-he shall

Spill much more blood,

And become worse, to make his title good.
He must, he will, &c.

Now let's dance.

Witch. Agreed! Agreed!
Agreed!

We should rejoice when good kings bleed.

2nd Witch. When cattle die, about, about we go; When lightning and dread thunder Rend stubborn rocks asunder,

Chorus.

And fill the world with wonder,
What should we do?

Rejoice! rejoice! we should rejoice!

1st Witch. Let's have a dance upon the heath,
We gain more life by Duncan's death:
Sometimes like brindled cats we show,
Having no music but our mew,
To which we dance in some old mill,
Upon the hopper, stone, or wheel,
To some old saw or Bardish rhyme,
Where still the mill clock doth keep time.
Where still the mill clock, &c.

2nd Witch. Sometimes about a hollow tree,
Around, around, around dance we :
Thither the chirping crickets come,
And beetles sing in drowsy hum.
Sometimes we dance o'er ferns or furze,
To howls of wolves, or barks of curs:
Or if none of these we meet,

We dance to the echoes of our feet.

Chorus.

1st Witch. Hecate.

1st Witch.

Hecate.

We dance, &c.

At the raven's dismal voice,
When others tremble, we rejoice;
And nimbly, nimbly dance we still,
To the echo of some hollow hill.
Hecate! Hecate! Hecate, come away!
Hark! hark! I'm called,

My little airy spirit, see, see,

Sits in a foggy cloud, and waits for me.
Hecate! Hecate !

Thy chirping voice I hear, so pleasing to

mine ear,

At which I haste away, with all the speed
I may.

Where's Puckle ?

3rd Witch. Here!

Hecate. Where's Stradling?

2nd Witch. Here!

Hecate. And Hopper, too? and Hellway, too? 1st Witch. We want but you! we want but you! Chorus.

Hecate.

Come away! come away! make up the

account!

With new-fallen dew from churchyard yew,
I will but 'noint, and then I'll mount.

Now I'm furnish'd, now I'm furnish'd for
my flight.

Now I go; now, now I fly,-
Malkin, my sweet spirit, and I.
Oh what a dainty pleasure is this,
To sail in the air,

When the moon shines fair,

To sing, to dance, to toy, and kiss!
Over woods, high rocks, and mountains,
Over hills and misty fountains,

Over steeples, towers, and turrets,

We fly by night, 'mongst troops of spirits!

Chorus. We fly by night, &c.

THE SIGNAL TO ENGAGE.
[CHARLES DIBDIN.]

THE signal to engage shall be
A whistle and a hollo!

Be one and all but firm like me,
And conquest soon will follow.
You, Gunnel, keep the helm in hand;
Thus, thus, boys-steady, steady;
Till right a-head you see the land,
Then, soon as we are ready,
The signal, &c.

Keep, boys, a good look-out-d'ye hear,
'Tis for Old England's honour:
Just as you've brought your lower tier
Broadside to bear upon her,

The signal, &c.

All hands then, boys, the ship to clear,
Load all your guns and mortars;
Silent as death th' attack prepare,
And when you're all at quarters,
The signal, &c.

J. BRUTON.]

THE SABLE KNIGHT.

[Music by BLEWITT,

A WARRIOR came from the far off fight,

To his home on a summer's day!
His golden helmet glittering bright,

In the sun's retiring ray!

Why trembles the heart of that warrior bold,
Like the plume on his casque above?

Does he not bring with him fame and love,
For the Lady Ella-his love?

Why should his breast with doubts be torn?
And why is that eye not bright?
For has not the fair Lady Ella sworn
To wed none but the Sable Knight?

The warrior's mettlesome steed draws near
To the home where his Ella dwells !
But sounds of revelry mar his ear
For they come from bridal bells!
O! better it were had Sir Huon fell
In fight by the foeman's blade,
Than perish by one whom he loved so well,
And who his trust so betray'd!

Yet peace that frail one ne'er shall know,
But quail in the dark or light:
For her plighted vows made long ago,
To wed none but the Sable Knight!

THE CUCKOO SONG.

GEORGE LINLEY.]

[Music by FRANZ ABT.

TELL me, O bird! of the merry green wold!
Cuckoo !-cuckoo !-cuckoo !

Shall I grow old? tell me, shall I grow old?
Cuckoo-cuckoo !-cuckoo !

"Ah! years but two or three :"
Falsely, sayst thou to me;
Falsely, to me.

Longer on earth I would pleasure to dwell,
Wait awhile, wait, I shall help thee to tell.
La, la, la,-cuckoo !-cuckoo!-cuckoo !

Sing away, bird! I shall not let thee rest,

Cuckoo-cuckoo !-cuckoo !

Thy tender note ever makes me feel blest :
Cuckoo-cuckoo !-cuckoo !

Ah! if sad thoughts me fill,
Sweet bird! thou then art still,
Thou then art still.

Longer on earth I would pleasure to dwell,
Wait awhile, wait, I shall help thee to tell.
La, la, la, cuckoo!-cuckoo !-cuckoo !

GOOD MORNING.

From the German, by

J. E. CARPENTER.]

[Music by FRANZ Abt.

WAKING as from balmy sleep,

Flow'ret fair and blue,

Ope thy loving eyes that weep,

Fresh with morning dew.

Sleep as calm, as bright as thine,
Gentle flow'ret, has been mine,

Good morning, gcod morning, good morning.
Gentle flow'ret, has been mine,

Good morning, good morning.

Bird that from your secret nest
Carols blithe and gay,
Singing anthems pure and sweet,
Praises of the May.

Still each joyous note prolong,
I will join your matin song,

Good morning, good morning, good morning,

I will join your matin song,

Good morning, good morning.

Golden sun whose radiant light,
Banner-like unfurl'd,

Shineth out in splendour bright,
O'er the waken'd world:

Let me 'neath thy cheering rays
Offer up my songs of praise;

Good morning, good morning, good morning.

Offer up my songs of praise.

Good morning, good morning.