THE
Nightingale Club.

Evans, Printer, Long-lane, London.

THE Nightingale club in a village was held,
At the sign of the Cabbage and Sheers ;
Where the singers, no doubt, would have greatly
excell'd,
But for want of taste, voices, and ears.

Still between every toast, with his gills mighty red,
Mr. President thus with great eloquence said :

Gentlemen of the Nightingale Club ! you all
know the rule; every gentleman must sing a song
or drink a glass of salt and water. Mr. Snuffle, I
call upon you ... I have got a cold in my head, but
I'll try ; let me blow my nose first.

"Blow high, blow low," &c.
Bravo, bravo! very well sung,
Jolly companions every one.

Thus the Nightingale Club gaily kept up their
cloak our,

And were nightly knocked down by the President's
hammer.

Mr. Drybones sung next, who was turned of three-
score,

And melodiously warbled away :

"She's just fifteen. I'm one year more,
" And yet we are too young they say."

After which a Jew grocer who wore a bawling
Sung, "Johnny Pringle had one little pig."

Recitation.

Bravo, bravo! very well sung, &c.

When the Grocer had finish'd, a man of excise,
Whose squint was prodigiously fine.

Sung, "Drink to me only with thine eyes,
"And I will pledge with mine."

After which Mr. Tugg, who drew teeth for all
parties,

Roar'd a sea song, whose burthen was, " pull away,
"hearties !

Recitation.