page 59 (seq. 51)

Andante
A favorite song in the Opera of the Purse
How sweet when the silver moon is blinking through meads to
Wander slow & mute, and of some absent lover thinking listen to the tender lute
listen to the tender lute
Or at the jocund dawn of day when feather'd choirs are singing O And sprightly sounds the
opative lay and village beles are ringing O to the merry merry strain to dance & play o'er the
green and trip away to the merry merry strain to the dance & play & o'er the green fward trip
2d
While the love lorn maid is fondly sighing
away
Let music soft her ears asail
In plaintive murmurs breezes dying
Listen to the tender tale
or at the focused dawn of day