Chorus—Let the sprightly, &c.
“What is fashion’s gilded state?
Idle pomp and tinsel glare.
Can they Nature’s charms o’errate?
Can they with her joys compare?
Let the sportive jest be ours,
Let us cull life’s choicest flowers;
Mirth is ours and spirits gay,
On sweet Fanny’s natal day.
Chorus—Let the sportive, &c.