Reception of Omai and his Suit, by dancing and singing the following

G L E E. — A I R IX. — Natives.

Give me thy paw, my bonny bonny bear,

And here come dip thy muzzle;

Tho' a good warm coat thy back doth wear,

When tempests blow

The drifted show,

Oh that's the time for a merry merry sup,

So we'll chear our hearts with a chirping cup,

And close together nuzzle.

When the North-wind whistles we dance to the

note,

We quiver

And we quaff,

We shiver

And we laugh

At the chrystal beard that hangs from the goat.

[At the end of which, Harlequin having lost Londina and Maid, changes the whole Habitation to

* Winter habitation.

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