“This hint was sufficient. Each led his willing fair one to the supper-table; and the jest, the laugh, and merry tale, went round. The health of the lovely Fanny and the benevolent host was drank with repeated cheers; and upon Miss Fitzallan being solicited to sing, she, without any affectation, gave the following song, composed by herself for the occasion:—
Tune—By this Fountain’s flowery side. Rosina.
“Happy in our native plains,
Pure content is still our own;
Courtly cares and envy’s pains
Long to us shall be unknown.
Let the sprightly tabor sound,
Let the merry bells ring round;
Cheerful hearts and spirits gay,
Bless sweet Fanny’s natal day.