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From ''The Essex harmony'', vol 2 p130, 1777. :: listen to the tune as a catch/round (midi file)

'''Jack and Jill'''

Jack and Jill Went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down, And broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after.


From ''Songs, hymns, and psalms'', by Jonas Hanway, p11, 1783. :: listen to the tune (midi file)

'''''On Friendship'''''

The World, my dear Messmate, is full of deceit, And Friendship's a Jewel we seldom can meet; How strange does it seem that in searching around, This source of Content is so rare to be found: O Friendship thou Balm and rich sweetner of Life, Kind Parent of Ease and composer of Strife, Without thee alas! what are Riches and Pow'r, But empty delusion, The Joys of an Hour But empty delusion, the Joys of an Hour.

How much to be priz'd an esteem'd is a friend, On whom we with safelty may always depend! Our joys, when extended, will always increase; And griefs, when divided, are hush'd into peace.

When fortune is smiling, what crouds will appear, Their kindness to offer, and friendship sincere! Yet change but the prospect, and point out distress, No longer to court you they eagerly press.


From ''Songs, hymns, and psalms'', by Jonas Hanway, p12, 1783. :: listen to the tune (midi file)

'''''Take advantage of Time.'''''

'Tis a maxim I hold while I live to pursue, Not a thing to defer which to-day I can do, Not a thing to defer which to-day I can do, This piece of good counsel attend to I pray For while the sun shines is the time to make hay, For while the sun shines is the time to make hay.

Attend to your work, in the grove or the field That labour its fruits may constantly yield, That nothing but sickness your progress may slay' For while the sun shines 'tis time to make hay.

If the foolish obstruct you, then make your complaint, Speak out your mind freeling, devoid of restraint; Exert yourself manly, and make no delay, For while the sun shines is the time to make hay.

For should you the present sure minute pass by, You may fear to be tempted to tell a sad lie; Then briskly work on, nor longer delay, For while the sun shines is the time to make hay.