This glee gained a Catch Club prize medal in 1774.

Lyrics: Tobias Smollett

Let happy lovers fly where pleasures call,
With festive songs beguile the fleeting hour,
Lead beauty through the mazes of the ball,
Or press her wanton in love's roseate bow'r.
For me. I'll range th'empurpled mead no more,
Where shepherds pipe and virgins dance around;
Nor wander through the woodbine's fragrant shade,
To hear the music of the woods resound.
But leagued with hopeless anguish and despair,
Awhile in silence drop a tear;
Then with a long farewell to love and care,
To kindred dust my weary limbs resign.
Wilt thou, Monimia, shed a gracious tear
On the cold grave where all my sorrows rest?
Wilt thou strew flow'rs, applaud my love sincere,
And bid the turf lie light upon my breast?