 notAmos Performing Editions 1 Lansdown Place East, Bath BA1 5ET, UK +44 (0) 1225 316145 Performing editions of pre‑classical music with full preview/playback and instant download |
John Danby
(c.1757 - 1798)
As onward we jog
(A.T.T.B.)
Full score (PDF), €0.00 for unlimited copies Download this item(c.1757 - 1798)
As onward we jog
(A.T.T.B.)
Printable cover page (PDF), €0.00 for unlimited copies Download this item
If you have any problem obtaining a PDF, please see our help page. If that does not resolve the issue, please click here.
This work, Danby : As onward we jog : scoreid 148185, as published by notAmos Performing Editions, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. All relevant attributions should state its URL as https://www.notamos.co.uk/detail.php?scoreid=148185. Permissions beyond the scope of this licence may be available at https://www.notamos.co.uk/index.php?sheet=about.
| Enquire about this score |
| About John Danby |
| Full Catalogue |
| About us | Help, privacy, cookies |
| About John Danby |
| Full Catalogue |
| About us | Help, privacy, cookies |
Published in Danby's Third Collection of Catches, Canons and Glees, 1796.
Lyrics: Anon
As onward we jog thro' the mazes of life,
Now elated with hope, now depressed with fears,
'Tis the balm of the bottle that softens the strife,
And even prosperity's blessing endears.
In his bright sparkling stream is the magic combined,
Which can sorrow and care from the bosom displace,
Make the sunshine of gaiety float on the mind,
And the smile of contentment to beam from the face.
Come then, jolly god, with thy goblets well stored,
And while their soft powers my senses possess,
Let the bower of freedom a shelter afford,
And friendship make sacred the blissful recess.
Each wish then complete, in possession of these,
I never for riches or fame will contend;
Nor e'er, partial fortune, arraign thy decree,
If you leave unmolested my bottle and friend.
As onward we jog thro' the mazes of life,
Now elated with hope, now depressed with fears,
'Tis the balm of the bottle that softens the strife,
And even prosperity's blessing endears.
In his bright sparkling stream is the magic combined,
Which can sorrow and care from the bosom displace,
Make the sunshine of gaiety float on the mind,
And the smile of contentment to beam from the face.
Come then, jolly god, with thy goblets well stored,
And while their soft powers my senses possess,
Let the bower of freedom a shelter afford,
And friendship make sacred the blissful recess.
Each wish then complete, in possession of these,
I never for riches or fame will contend;
Nor e'er, partial fortune, arraign thy decree,
If you leave unmolested my bottle and friend.