With the accents of nature, which flow’d from his heart.
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The Canary, a much admir’d foreign musician,
Condescended to sing to the Fowls of condition.
While the Nightingale warbled and quaver’d so fine,
That they all clapp’d their wings, and pronounc’d it divine!
The Sky Lark, in extacy, sang from a cloud,
And Chanticleer crow’d, and the [Yaffil] laugh’d loud.
The dancing began, when the singing was over;
A Dotterell first opened the ball with the Plover;
Baron Stork, in a waltz, was allowed to excel,