To pass our tedious time away,
We throw the merry Main;
Or else at serious Ombra play,
But why shou'd we in vain,
Each others ruin thus pursue,
We were undone when we left you,
With a Fa la, &c.
When any mournful Tune you hear,
That dyes in e'ery Note;
As if it sigh'd for each Man's care,