A BURLESQUE CANTATA. 1770. Thomas Chatterton Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T48948 K045459.000 Chatterton, Thomas, 1752-1770. A Supplement to the Miscellanies of Thomas Chatterton London printed for T. Becket, in Pall-Mall; Bookseller to His Royal Highness the Prince of Wales, and Their Royal Highnesses the Princes. MDCCLXXXIV. 1784 pp. 75-76. [6],ii,88p.; 8⁰.

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A BURLESQUE CANTATA . 1770. RECIT. MOUNTED aloft in Bristols narrow Streets , Where Pride and Luxury with meanness meets , A sturdy Collier prest the empty sack , A troop of thousands swarming on his back ; When sudden to his rapt extatic view Rose the brown beauties of his red-hair'd Sue . Music spontaneously echoed from his tongue , And thus the Lover rather bawl'd , than sung . AIR . Zaunds ! Prithee pretty Zue is it thee , Odzookers I mun have a kiss . A Sweetheart should always be free , I whope you wunt take it amiss . Thy peepers are blacker than a caul , Thy carcase is sound as a sack , Thy visage is whiter than ball , Odzookers I mun have smack . RECIT. The swain descending , in his raptured arms Held fast the Goddess , and despoil'd her charms . Whilst lock'd in Cupid's amorous embrace , His jetty skinnis met her red bronz'd face ; It seem'd the sun when labouring in eclipse . And on her nose he stampt his sable lips , Pleas'd — .