A Song, on the Grand Illumination in Glasgow/The Rapture

by Anonymous

THE RAPTURE

Come ye party jangling swains,Leave your floers and quit the plains,Friends to country or to court,Nothing here shall spoil our sport,

Ever welcome to our feast,Welcome every friendly guest.

Sprightly widows come away;Laughing dames and virgins gay; Little gaudy fluttering misses,Smiling hopes of future blisses. Ever, &c.

All that rip'ning sun can bring,Beauteous summer beauteous springIn one varying scene we showThe green, the ripe, the bud, the blow. Ever, &c.

Be it peace or be it war,Both, or either, I don’t care;Prithee Colin, what have youOr I with peace or war to do? Ever, &c.

Comus jesting, music charming;Wine inspiring, bauty warming;Rage and party-malice dies,Peace returns, and discord flies;

Emblems of the joys above,All is rapture, all is love.

 

FINIS.