A GLEE. (Come, nymphs and fawns, where'er ye be)

Come, nymphs and fawns, where'er ye be, To this your Father's Jubilee, With a tivy, tivy, tivy-tivie, ti. Come elves, and fairies, in a row, And if you ever sung, sing now, With a row-dow, row tidow, dow. Ev'n Caliban, tho' void of art, With growling base, shall bear a part, With a Ban, Ban, Cacaliban.