Roundelay

Sisters of the tuneful strain! Attend your parent's jocund train, 'Tis Fancy calls you, follow me, To celebrate the Jubilee.

On Avon's banks, where SHAKESPEARE's bust Points out, and guards his sleeping dust, The sons of Scenic Mirth decree To celebrate this Jubilee.

* By Garrick led, the grateful band, Haste to their Poet's native land, With rites of sportive revelry, To celebrate his Jubilee.

* Come daughters then, and with you bring The vocal reed, and sprightly string, Wit, and Joke, and Repartee, To celebrate our Jubilee.

Come, daughters, come, and bring with you Th' Aerial Sprite and Fairy Crew, And the Sister-Graces three, To celebrate our Jubilee.

Hang around the sculptur'd tomb The broider'd vest, the nodding plume, And the mask of comic glee, To celebrate our Jubilee.

From Birnam Wood, and Bosworth's Field, Bring the standard, bring the shield, With drums, and martial symphony, To celebrate our Jubilee.

In mournful numbers now relate Poor Desdemona's hapless fate, With frantic deeds of Jealousy, To celebrate our Jubilee.

Nor be Windsor's wives forgot, With their harmless, merry plot, The whit'ning mead, and haunted tree, To celebrate our Jubilee.

Now in jocund strains recite, The revels of the braggar'd Knight, Fat Knight! and antient Pistol he! To celebrate our Jubilee.

But see, in crowds, the gay, the fair, To the splendid scene repair, A scene as fine, as fine can be, To celebrate our Jubilee.

Yet Colin bring, and Rosalind, Each shepherd true, and damsel kind, For well with ours, their sports agree, To crown the festive Jubilee.