My Lent'n Fridays, I cannot profane, E'er chufe the weed and fling away the flow'r ; } THE WICKLOW MOUNTAINS, IN THREE ACTS. PERFORMED AT THE THEATRE-ROYAL, COVENT-GARDEN, IN 1795. THE MUSIC BY MR. SHIELD. So, once again have I got up among the moun tains of Wicklow; aye, yonder is the very cabin where I fupped my bread and milk a little chubby cheek'd yonker.-Ob, but I'm every hour to expect Mr. Donnybrook, by Sir Richard's advice, my guardian that is to be, and his charming daughter from Dublin.-William, remember you're not to drop my name here. Serv. Never fear, Sir. Frank. Well, return to the public-house where we ftopt, open the portmanteau, and lay out my drefs. |