RECITATIVO.
Janus! the shining Round survey,
Where all is pompous, all is gay!
Whence far dull Care with duller Spleen are flown!
O! joyous Thou thy self appear,
To hail the new-born, peaceful Year,
And in thy younger Face a Look of Smiles put on!

AIR.
Happy, happy, British Climes,
Fruitful of Saturnian Times!
How thick rise their shady Woods!
How smooth flow their Silver Floods!
Crown’d with Ceres laughs each Field,
And green Vista’s Meadows yield!

RECITATIVO.
But what are Charms of Woods, or Fields, or
Meads,
To those more heav’nly Charms that Freedom spreads?
From Freedom all our Tastes of Pleasure spring,
And the rich Source of Freedom is the KING.

AIR.
Sweet are the Jes’min’s breathing Flow’rs,
Sweet are the soft-falling, vernal Show’rs;
And sweet the Glooms, the Grove affords,
And sweet the Notes of warbling Birds:
But not the Grove, nor Rains, not Flow’rs,
Nor all the feather’d Songster’s Pow’rs,
Can ever sweet, or pleasing be,
O lovely FREEDOM! without Thee!

RECITATIVO
No wonder that so oft Britannia sought
They Blessings, Goddess, to attain:
No wonder Thee so oft she fearless sought,
Thro’ Seas of Blood and Hills of Slain!

AIR.
But let the Seeds of Peace,
Still more and more encrease!
Let Truth with Virtue meet!
Let Mercury Justice greet!
Let friendship reign with Love,
As join’d they reign above!

CHORUS
With Harmony begin the Year!
Such as may sooth the nicest Bar!
Such as the Royal Race may deign to hear!
As Harmony the Day begun,
Play on, play on, till Day is done,
And then play on still to a second Sun!