Michael Arne
(c.1740 - 1786)
Ye high and low fliers of all ranks, attend
(Soprano/Tenor,2 Violins,Continuo)
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Ye high and low fliers of all ranks, attend
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The Balloon. A favorite song sung by Mr Arrowsmith at Vauxhall Gardens. Publ. 1785. A song of fanciful but topical interest; the first manned balloon flight had been achieved by the Montgolfier brothers in 1783. Pilon also wrote a play, Aerostation, about ballooning, in October 1784.
Lyrics: Frederick Pilon
Ye high and low fliers of all ranks, attend
And counsel receive from an astronaut friend:
Your coaches and chariots henceforth lay aside;
Prepare in balloons thro' the skies all to ride.
With dust of vile roads who'd be chok'd or be blind
When like witches on brooms you may post on the wind?
O'er valleys, high hills and wide seas you may sweep,
And into the moon your own sphere take a peep.
The belle, who for title in vain heaves the sigh,
Can't fail of a star: there's enough in the sky.
In moons made of honey, fond husbands at peace
Shall n'er know when horns do begin and increase.
Whilst the poet, who starv'd here below all his life,
A fortune shall get in the clouds with a wife;
And fed with poor ether, chameleon's light fare,
Our bard shall possess a fine castle in air.
The holder of stock, too, when up he ascends
In the Bull and the Bear, shall find Alley friends;
Why physicians also, to the skies should they rove,
Shall meet many friends they themselves sent above;
And fee'd by Old Nick to tune all the spheres,
The lawyers might set sun and moon by the ears;
But in pity to earth would England's queen fly,
She'd bring down Astrea once more from the sky.
Ye high and low fliers of all ranks, attend
And counsel receive from an astronaut friend:
Your coaches and chariots henceforth lay aside;
Prepare in balloons thro' the skies all to ride.
With dust of vile roads who'd be chok'd or be blind
When like witches on brooms you may post on the wind?
O'er valleys, high hills and wide seas you may sweep,
And into the moon your own sphere take a peep.
The belle, who for title in vain heaves the sigh,
Can't fail of a star: there's enough in the sky.
In moons made of honey, fond husbands at peace
Shall n'er know when horns do begin and increase.
Whilst the poet, who starv'd here below all his life,
A fortune shall get in the clouds with a wife;
And fed with poor ether, chameleon's light fare,
Our bard shall possess a fine castle in air.
The holder of stock, too, when up he ascends
In the Bull and the Bear, shall find Alley friends;
Why physicians also, to the skies should they rove,
Shall meet many friends they themselves sent above;
And fee'd by Old Nick to tune all the spheres,
The lawyers might set sun and moon by the ears;
But in pity to earth would England's queen fly,
She'd bring down Astrea once more from the sky.