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THE Son-g Book A COLLECTION OF 175 OF TIlE MOST FAVORITE atianaltt, ~trttit, ~clttminta tl, anb eimtm BALLADS OF THE DAY. [The Music to all the Songs in this Col:ection can be obtained of the publishers whose names are attached to many of the copyright pieces, of the publishers of this book, or of any regular dealer in the United States or Canadas. A large number of those not specified "by permission," atc., are copyrights of' the publishers.] SOLD BY All Music Dealers, Booksellers, and Periodical Dealers, IN THE U. STaTES AND CANADAS. CONTENTS. I ANI A dollar or two... 55 Fine onld Trish gintleman. 76 A life on the ocean wave. 45 Flow gently, sweet Afton. 66 America....... 114 Getle Anie.... Annie Laurie.....66 Gentle Nettie Moore... 83 Auld lang syne.. 8 Good-bye....... ~8 Bealtifull star..... 61 Good news from home.. 48 Beautiful Venice.... 15 Granlinother's lesson.. 93 Beautiful world.... 123 Grave of Bonaparte... 97 Be kind to the loved ones. 79 Greenville......125 Bell Brandon..... 32 flail, Columhia!.... 86 Ben Bolt.. 17 Happy are we to-night.. 109 Blue bell of Scotland.. 68 Hard ties...... 56 Bobbin' aroutnd...... Harp that once thro' Tara's 78 Bonnie Dundee.... 10) Haunted spring... 10 Bonny Eloise.... 34 azel dell...... 108 Bonny Jean...... 8 lie doeth all things well. 47 Bowld sojer boy..... 21 Here's a health to thee, Tom 28 Brightest eyes..... 37 Highland Mary.... 103 Blry Nme not in the deep sea 126 Hlolne again...... 89 Call me pet nanes... 42 Home, sweet home!... 88 Cainpbells are comin'.. 67 Horeward bound... 18 Charity....... 120 -lole without a nother. 107 Cheer! boys, cheer!... 81 How so fair. "4 Martha". 59 Child's wish.....80 I cannot call her mother. 105 Coltumbia, genm of the ocean 29 I'd offer thee this hland.. 118 Come, landlords, fill... 5 I have no miother now.. 58 Come, sit thee down... 35 I'll be no submissive wife. 112 Comuin' thro' the rye... 100 I'm a pilgrim and a stratnger 62 Cottage by the sea... 44 I'm leavinF thee in sorrow 106 Darling Nelly Gray... 84 I'm o'er young to marry ye; 68 Dearest Mae...... 124 I'm sitting by the stile, Mary 36 Dearest spot on earth is home 84 Intdinn's prayer..... 57 Don't be angry, mother.. 34 Ingle side....... 67 Do they imiss mle at home?. 82 II thle eye lies the heart.. 6' Dying Calitfornian.... 64 Irish entigrant', lament.. 36 Eden above...... 119 I see her still in tty d&eamns 15 Eritn is niy home.... 28 Is it atny body's business. 73 Ever the Illappy. 29 It is better to latrugh tIhan be 61 Ever of thee.. 1.... I I've sonaetlilng sweet to tell 25 Farewell is a lonely sound. 58 Ivy reen....... 54 Femmale Auctioneer... 31 1 wandered by the hrook side 104 Few days.. 7-2 I wandered onk thle sea-beat 110 {Stered, accordilg to Act of Congress, 1n the year 1860,. b OLtvxR DimsIO I no lI the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of MI"s. (2) CONTENTS. Jamns's on the stormy sea. 102 Our flag is there. 115 Jeanie with light brown hair 19 Over tile river.... 12 Jock o' llazeldean... 13 Over the summer sea.. 50 John Anderson, my Jo, John 101 O, whisper what thou feelest 50 Johnny Sands..... 74 0, whistle and I'll cone. 69 Jordan is a hard road.. 75 Pestal, or the die is cast. 120 Joys that we've tasted. 63 Pirate's chorus.'Enchantress' 29 Juney at the gate... 27 Poor Juna...... 27 Kathleen Mavourneen.. 78 Pop goes the weasel. 16 Katy Darling..... 14 Rat-catcher's daughter. 26 Kind words can never die. 92 Red, White, and Blue.. 29 Kiss me quick and go.. 71 Rocked in the cradle of the 121 Kitty Clyde...... 6 Roll on, silver moon.. 56 Kitty Tyrrell.. 94 Root, hog, or die. 113 Last greeting.. 10G Rory O'Moore. 87 Let me kiss him for his mother 24 Scenes that are brightest. 121 Lilly Dale...... 4 Shells of ocean... 110 Listen to the mocking bird 117 Should auld acquaintance. 8 Little Gipsy Jane.... 92 Silver moon...... 56 Little more cider.... Sleeping, I dreamed, love. 10 Little white cottage.. 83 Somebody's coming... 38 Lone starry hours... 88 Some one to love... 32 Long weary day... 42 Sparking Sunday night.. 96 Love'. young dream... 18 Squire Jones's daughter.. 91 Low-backed car.... 52 Star of the evening... 61 Maggie by my side... 60 Star-spangled Banner.. 51 Marsilles Hymn.. 22 Take me home to die. 65 Mary of the wild moor.. 41 The Burman lover.. 114 Massa's in the cold ground 46 The last rose of summer. 18 Meek and lowly... 120 The lay of Petal.... 120 Minnie Clyde..... 7 Then you'll remember me. 53 Missionary chant....125 There's a sigh in the heart 49 Monkey's wedding... 16 Thou hast learned to love. 90 My boat is on the shore. 28'Tis midnight hour... 59 My country,'tis of thee.114 Twinkling stars.... 5 My Mary Ann..... 39 Vilikins and his Dinah.. 98 Nelly Bly....... 118 Vive la Compagnie... 95 Nelly was a lady.... 38 Wait for the wagon.. 116 Not for gold or precious stones 33 We met by chance.. 53 Not married yet... 76 What at e the wild waves.105 Ocean burial...... 126 hllat is home without a.107 O, come with me in my little 114 When olther friends... 43 Oft, in the stilly night 44 WVlen other lips.... 3 0, I long to lie, dear mother 80 W'len thile swallows... 110 Old arm chair.... 48 Where are the friends of hmy 85 Old cain l home.. 62 W'hy don't the men proipse. 99 -Old dog Tray-.. 54 Widow Machree... 70 Old folks at home... 40 Willie's on the dark blue sea 23 Old Hundred.... 125 Willie, we have mlissedyou 12 COsian's Serenade.... 114 Within a vmile of Edinboro' 9 O ummernight!.., 127 Yankee Dodle.....1 LILLY DALE.'TWAS a calm, still night, and the moon's pale ligAt Shone soft o'er hill and vale, When friends mute with grief stood around the death bed Of my poor, lost Lilly Dale. CHORUS. 0 Lilly, sweet Lilly, dear Lilly Dale, Now the wild rose blossoms o'er her little green grave'Neath the trees in the flowery vale. Her cheeks, that once glowed with the rose tinit of health By the hand of disease had turned pale, And the death damp was on the pure white brow Of my poor, lost Lilly Dale. Covus. -O 0 Lilly, &c. I go, she said, to the land of rest, And ere my strength shall fail, I must tell you where, near my own loved home, You must lay poor Lilly Dale. Ciouots. -0 Lilly, &c.'Neath the chestnut tree, where the wild flowers grow, And the stream ripples forth through the val-, Where the birds shall warble their songs in spring, There lay poor Lilly Dale. Caours.- 0 Lilly, &c. (4) TWINKLING STARS. f fBr pernmIslon of the composer and publisher, Mr. J.. Ordway.] TwTNNKT,'o stars are laughing, love, ILaughing on you an4dme; While your bright eyeslook in mine, Peeping stars they seem to be. Trou1bles come and go, love; Brightest scenes must leave our sight; But the star of hope, love, Shines with radiant beams to-night. CHORUS.- -Twinkling stars, &c. Golden beams are shining, love, Shining on you to bless; Like the queen of night, you fill Darkest space with loveliness. Silver stars, how bright, love I Mother moon, in thronely might, Gaze on us to bless, love, Purest vows here made to-night. Caiovs.- Twinkling stars, &c. CONE:, LANDLORDSS, ILL. CHORUS. Cox., landlords, fill your flowing bowl, Until it doth run over; For to-night we'll merry, merry be, To-morrow we'll get sober. SOLO. The man that drinks good whiskey-punh, And goes to bed mellow, Lives as he ought to live, And dies a clever fellow.-CHoavs. The man that drinks cold water, boys, And goes to bed sober, Falls as the leaves do fall, And dies in October. - CHoaus. But he who drinks just what he want, And getteth half seas over, Will live until he dies, perhaps, atd then lie down clover - o Cxor. KITTY CLYDE. lJy permsslion of the publishers, Messrs. Russell & Tolms.] O, wiro has not seen, itty Clyde? She lives at the foot of the hill, In a sly little nook, by the babbling brook, That carries her father's old mill. 0, who does not love Kitty Clyde? That sunny-eyed, rosy-cheeked lass, With a sweet dimpled chin that looks roguish as sin, With always a smile as you pass. CHORUS. Sweet Kitty! dear Kitty! My own sweet Kitty Clyde! In a sly little nook, by the babbling brook, Lives my own sweet Kitty Clyde. With a basket to put in her fish, Every morning, with line and a hook, This sweet little lass, through the tall, heavy grass, Steals along by the clear running brook. She throws her line into the stream, And trips it along the brook side; D, how I do wish that I was a fish, To be caught by sweet Kitty Clyde. CHooRvs. -- Sweet Kitty, &c. How I wish that I was a bee, - I'd not gather honey from flowers, But would steal a dear sip from Kitty's sweet lip, And make my own hive in her bowers. Or if I were some little bird, I would not build nests in the air, But keep close by the side of sweet Kitty Clyd* And sleep in her soft, silken hair. -..^ JUL MINNIi CLYDE. (SISTER TO KITTY CLYDE.) O, LoNGo have I sung of sweet Kitty Clyde, Who lived at the foot of the hill; And though that sweet pretty bird has flown, Another is living there still. She's blithe and gay as the robin that sings On the trees by the old mill side; And if ever I loved a girl in my life,'Tis the charming, sweet Minnie Clyde. CHORUS. 0 Minnie Clyde, she is my prile, And sure I am no jester; For if ever I loved a girl in my life,'Tis Minnie, Kitty Clyde's sister. I think her eyes are brighter than Kitty's; The dimple in her chin is deeper; I would be imprisoned the rest of my life, With Minnie Clyde for my keeper. In the festive throng'she sings a sweet song; With the lowly alike she is meek; Her eyes are the windows of her soul, Through which Minnie's heart would speak. CHoRUS.- Minnie Clyde, &c. 0, blest are the hearts that live in the cot / That stands at the foot of the hill; 0, sweet are the songs that echo in the glen, By the murmur of the moss-covered mill. The birds all chant their notes to Minnie; The angels above have caressed her; But you have the angels, and I have the bir s, Ad4 I'll have Kitty Clyde's sister. ClaoasU. -Q 0 PiP AULD LANG SYNE. SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind,Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne? CHORUS. For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. We twa ha'e run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine; But we've wandered mony a weary fovsc, Sin auld lang syne.- C-Oious. We twa I.a'e paid let i' the burn, Frae morning sun till dine; But seas between us braid ha'e roared, Sin auld lang syne. - CuoRUs. And there's a hand, my trusty feire, And gie's a hand o' thine; And we'll tak' a right gude willie waught For auld lang syne. - CHoRs. And surely you'll be your pint stoulp, And surely I'll be mine; And we'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne. - CioRvs. BONNY JEAN. O, THE summer morn is brightly glowing, The wild birds wake their song, And the streamlet, as it softly murmurs; So gently glides along. CHORt'S. Where the sweet hedge-rose is blowing, In the woodlands green, Th'ere I love to wander with my heart's tru queen My bQiy, bQtny Jean. Bonny Jean- Concluded. Yet'tis not the rosy tint of summer, Nor the song-bird's joyous lay, Nor the streamlet's soft and murmuring music, That makes my heart feel gay. CHORUS.'Tis her smile that beams upon me,'Mid each flowery scene, While I love to wander with my heart's true queen, My bonny, bonny Jean. WITtHIN A MILE OF EDINBORO'.'TWAS within a mile of Edinboro' town, In the rosy'time of the year; Sweet flowers bloomed, and the grass was down, And each shepherd wooed his dear; Bonny Jocky, blithe and gayr, Kissed sweet Jenny, makin hay; The lassie blushed and frowning cried, No, no, it will not do, I cannot, wonnot, monnot buckle too. Jocky was a wag that never would wed, Though long he had followed the lass; Contented she earned and eat her own bread, And merrily turned up the grass. Bonny Jocky, blithe and free, Won her heart right merrily; Yet still she blushed and frowning cried, No, no, it will not do, I cannot, wonnot, monnot buckle too. But when he vowed he would make her his bride,d Though his flocks and herds were not few, Phe gave him her hand and a kiss beside, And vowed she'd forever be true. Bonny Jocky, blithe and free, Won her heart right merrily; At church she no more frowning cried,' No, no, it will not do, I caunet, wormc. n aonnQt buckle too. S LEEPINGt I DREAED, LOVE.'[By permission of the publishers, Messrs. Hall & Son.] SLEEPING, I dreamed, love, dreamed, love, of thee' O'er the bright waves, love, floating were we; Light in thy fair hair played the soft wind; Gently thy white arms round me were twined; And as thy song, love, swelled o'er the sea, Fondly thy blue eyes beamed, love, on me. Soon, o'er the bright waves, howled forth the gale; Fiercely the lightning flashed on our sail; Yet, while our frail bark drove o'er the sea, Thine eyes, like loadstars, beamed, love, on me. O heart! awaken! wrecked on lone shore, Thou art forsaken! dream, heart, no more! THE HAUNTED SPRING. GAYLY, through the mountain glen, The hunter's horn did ring, As the milk-white doe Escaped his bow, Down by the haunted spring. Again his silver horn he wound;'Twas echo answered back; For neither groom, nor baying hound, Was on the hunter's track; In vain he sought the milk-white doe That made him stray, and'scaped hab t-jw, For, save himself, no living thing Was -by the silent, haunted spring. The purple heath-bells, blooming faIrl Their fragance round did fling, As the hunter lay, At close of day, Beside the haunted spring. A lady fair, in robe of white, To greet the hunter, came; She kissed a cup, with jewels bright, And pledged him by his name. " 0 lady fair! " the hunter cried, "B a taou.WyA, - The Haunted Spriig- ConOluded. 11 A bride that well might grace a king,Fair lady of the haunted spring. In the fountain clear she stooped, And forth she drew a ring; And that bold knight His faith did plight, Beside the haunted spring. But since the day his chase did stray, The hunter ne'er was seen; And legends tell, he now doth dwell Within the hills so green: But still the milk-white doe appears, And wakes the peasant's evening fears, While distant bugles faintly ring Around the lonely, haunted spring. GENTLE ANNIE. [By permission of the publishers, Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co.] THOU wilt come no more, gentle Annie; Like a flower thy spirit did impart; Thou art gone, alas! like the many That have bloomed in the summer of my heart. CHORUS. Shall we never more behold thee? Never hear thy winning voice again, When the spring-time comes, gentle Annie, When the wild flowers are scattered o'er the plain? We have roamed and loved'mid the bowers, When thy downy cheeks were in their bloom; Now I stand alone'mid the flowers, While they mingle their perfumes o'er thy tomb. CHoptus. -Shall we never, &c. Ah! the hours grow sad while I ponder Near the silent spot where thou art laid; hd my heart bows down when I wander By the streams and the meadows wsre we strayed Czao.Iua-V SIUL we Anmi.. 12 WILLIE, WE HAVE MISSED YOU. [By permission of the publishers, Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co.] 0 ILLIE! is it you, dear, Safe, safe at home! They did nett tell me true, dear; They said you would not come. I heard you at the gate, And it made my heart rejoice; For I knew that welcome footstep, And that dear, familiar voice, Making music on my ear, In the lonely minight gloom: O Willie, we have missed you! Welcome, welcome home! We've longed to see you nightly, But this night of all; The fire was blazing brightly, And lights were in the. hall; The little ones were up Till'twas ten o'clock and past; Then their eyes began to twinkle, And they've gone to sleep at last; But they listened for your voice, Till they thought you'd never come;.O Willie, we have missed you! Welcome, welcome home! The days were sad withoult you, The nights long and drear; My dreams have been about you; 0, welcome, Willie dear! Last night I wept and watched, By the moonlight's cheerless ray, Till I thought I heard your footstep; Then I wiped my tears away; But my heart grew sad again, When I found you had not come;O Willie, we have missed you! Welqomet, whome hoe I JOCK O' HAZELDEAN. 18 "WHy weep ye by the tide, ladye? Why weep ye by the tide? I'll wed ye to my youngest son, And ye shall be his bride; And ye shall be his bride, ladye, Sae comely to be seen;" - But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock o' Hazeldean. "Now let this wilful grief be done, And dry that cheek so pale; Young Frank is chief of Errington, And lord of Langley dale; His step is first in peaceful ha', His sword in battle keen; "But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock o' Htazeldean. "A chain of gold ye shall not lack, Nor braid to bind your hair, Nor irettled hound, nor managed hawk, Nor palfrey fresh and fair; And you, the foremost o' them a', Shall ride our forest queen; "But aye she loot the tears down fa' For Jock o' Hazeldean. The kirk was decked at morning tide, The tapers glimmered fair, The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, And dame and knight were there; They sought her baith by bower and 1ha'; The ladye was not seen! — She's o'er the Border and awa''Vi' Jock o' Hazeldean I 14 KATY DARLING. 0, THEY tell me thou art dead, Katy Darling, - That thy sm'le I may never more behold! Did they tell tnee I was false, Katy Darling, Or my love for thee had e'er grown cold? 0, they know not the loving Of the heart of Erin's sons, When a love like to thine, Katy Darling, Is the goal to the race that he runs. 0, hear. me, sweet Katy! For the wild flowers greet me, Katy Darling, And the love-birds are singing on each tree, Wilt thou never more hear me, Katy Darling? Behold, love, I'm waiting for thee! l'm kneeling by thy grave, Katy Darling; This world is all a bleak world to me; O, couldst thou hear my wailing, Katy Darling, Or think, love, I am sighing for thee; 0, methinks the stars are weeping, By their soft and lambent light; And thy heart would be melting, Katy Darling, Couldst thou see thy lone Dermot this night.. 0, listen, sweet Katy! For the wild flowers are sleeping, Katy Darling, And the love-birds are nestling in each tree; Wilt thou never more hear me, Katy Darling, Or know, love, I'm kneeling by thee?'Tis useless, all my weeping, Katy Darling, But I'll pray that thy spirit be my guide, And that when my life be spent, Katy Darling, They will lay me down to rest by thy side. O, a huge, great grief I'm bearing, Though I scarce can heave a sigh; And I'll ever be dreaming, Katy Darling, Of thy love every day till I die. Farewell, then, swveet Katy! For the wild flowers will blossom, Katy Darling, And the love-birds will warble in each tree; But in heaven I will meet thee, Katy Darling, For there, love, thou',t waiting for me. BEAUTIFULI VJWIO;C. A B3FAUTIFUL Venice! city of song! MW hat memories of old to thy regions belong! W'hat sweet recollections cling to mny heart, As thy fast fading shores from my visions depart. 0, poesy's home is thy light colonnades, Where the winds gently sigh as the sweet twilight fades, I have known many homes, but the dwelling for me Is beautiful Venice, the bride of the sea. Beautiful Venice! queen of earth! Where dark eyes shine brightly'mid music and mirth; Where gay serenaders, by light of the star, Oft mingle their songs with the dulcet guitar; All that's lovely in life, all that's deathless in song, Fair Italy's isles, to thy region belong. I have known many homes, but the dwelling for me Is beautiful Venice, the bride of the sea. I SEE HER STILL IN MY DREAMS'. [By permission of the publishers, Mesmr. Firth, Pond & Co.] WHILE the flowers bloom in gladness, and spring-bilds rejoice, There's a void, in our household, of one gentle voice; The form of a loved one hath passed from the light, But the sound of her footfall returns with the night; For I see her still in my dreams, I see her still in my dreams; [streams Though the light has departed from the meadows and I see her still in my dreams. Though her voice once familiar hath gone from the day, And her smiles from the sunlight have faded away, - Though I wake to a scene now deserted and bleak, In my visions I find the lost form that I seek; For I see her still in my dreams, I see her still in my dreams; [streams Tiough her smiles have departed from the meadows and I see her still in my dreams. e1 POP GOES To H WEASEL. QrEEN Victoria's very sick, Napoleon's got the measles, Sebastopol is won at last, - Pop goes the weasel; All around the cobbler's house, The monkey chased the people, And after them, in double haste, Pop went the weasel. When the night walks in, as black as a sheep, And the hen and her eggs were fast asleep, When into her nest, with a serpent's creep, Pop goes the weasel; Of all the dance that ever was planned, To galvanize the heel and the hand, There's none that moves so gay and grand As Pop goes the weasel. THE MONKEY'S WEDDING. THE monkey married the baboon's sister; Smacked his lips, and then he kissed her; He kissed so hard he raised a blister; She set up a yell. The bridesmaid stuck on some court-plaster It stuck so fast it couldn't stick faster; Surely'twas a sad disaster; But it soon got well. What do you think the bride was dressed in? Wrhite gauze veil, and a green glass breastptin, Red kid shoes, - she was quite interesting; She was quite a belle. The bridegroom swelled with a blue shirt-collas Black silk stock that cost a dollar, Large false whiskers, the fashion to follow; He cut a monstrous swell. What do you think they had for supper? Black-eved peas, and bread and butter, Ducks in the duck-house all in a flutter, Pickled oysters too; The Monkey's Wedding — Conoluded. 17 Chestnuts raw and boiled and roasted, Apples sliced, and onions toasted; Music in the corner posted, Waiting for the cue. What do you think was the tune they danced to " The Drunken Sailor," sometimes "Jim Crow; " Tails in the way, and some got pinched, too,'Cause they were too long. What do you think they had for a fiddle? An old banjo with a hole in the middle, A tambourine made out of a riddle, - And that's the end of my song. BEN BOLT. D}ON'T you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt, - Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown,Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown? In the old churchyard in the valley, Ben Bolt, In a corner obscure and alone, They have fitted a slab of the granite so gray, And Alice lies under the stone. Under the hickory tree, Ben Bolt, Which stood at the foot of the hill, Together we've lain in the noonday shade, And listened to Appleton's mill: The mill wheel has fallen to pieces, Ben Bolt, The rafters have all tumbled in, And a quiet that crawls round the walls as you gaze Has followed the olden din. There is change in the things I loved, Ben Bolt, - They have changed from the old to the new; But I feel in the core of my spirit the truth, - That there never was change in you. Twelve months- twenty have passed, Ben Bolt, Since first we were friends, yet I hail Thy presence a blessing, thy friendship a truth, Ben Bolt of the salt sea gale. 2 18 -.AIAST ROSBE OF' BUmR.'Tis the last rose of summer, left blooming aloneAll ther,lo,~lv cotmpanions are faded and goule; No flower of her kindred, no rose bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, or give sigh for sigh. I'll11 not leave thee, thou lone one, to pine on the stes,; Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thou with thenm Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed, Wi'here thy mniates of the garden lie scentless and dead. So, soon may I follow, when friendships decay, And from love's shining circle the gems drop away! When true hearts lie withered, and fond ones are Tfowy, 0, who would inhabit this bleak world alone? LOVZE'S YOUNG DREAM. O, TiHE days are gone, when beauty bright My heart's chain wove, - When my dream of life, from morn till night, Was love, still love! New hope may bloom, and days may come Of milder, calmer beam; But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream! But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream! Though the bard to a purer fame may soar, When wild youth's past, - Though he win the wise, who frowned before, To smile at last, - He'll never meet a joy so sweet, In all his noon of fame, As when first he sung to woman's ear His soul-felt flame, And, at every close, she blushed tn hear The one loved name I Love's Young Drean —Concluded. 1t O, that hallowed form is ne'er forgot, Which first love traced; Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot On memory's waste!'Twas odor fled as soon as shed;'Twas morning's winged dream;'Twas a light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream! O,'twas light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream! JEANIE WITH LIGHT BROWN HAIR. [By permission of the publishers, Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co.1 I DREAM of Jeanie with the light brown hair, Borne like a vapor on the summer air; I see her tripping where the bright streams play, Happy as the daisies that dance on her way. Many were the wild notes her merry voice would pour; M;any were the blithe birds that warbled them o'er: O, I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair, Floating like a vapor on the soft summer air. I long for Jeanie with the gay dawn smile, Radiant in gladness, warm with winning guile; [ hear her melodies, like joys gone by, 6ighing round my:heart o'er the fond hopes that die: - Sighing like the night wind, and sobbing like the rain, - Wailing for the lost one that comes not again: 0, I long for Jeanie, and my heart bows low, Never more to find her where the bright waters flow. I sigh for Jeanie, but her light form strayed Far from the fond hearts round her native glade; Her smiles have vanished, and her sweet songs flown, Flitting like the drems that have cheered us and gone. Now the nCdding wild flowers may wither on the shores bhile her gent'e fingers will cull them no more; 0, I sigh for Jeazie with the light brown hair, FPoating lke a vapor on the soft summer air. SO BOBBIN' AROUND. IN August last, on one fine day, A bobbing around, around, avound, When Josh and I went to make hay, WVe went a bobbing around. Says Josh to me, " Let's take a walk. A bobbing around, around, around,. Then we can have'a private talk, As we go bobbing around." We walked along to the mountain rid", A bobbing around, around, around, Till we got near Squire Slipshod's bridgs As we went bobbing around. Then Josh and I went on a spree, A bobbing around, around, around, And I kissed Josh, and Josh kissed me, As we went bobbing around. Then Josh's pluck no longer tarried, A bobbing around, around, around, Says he, " Dear Patience, let's get married Then we'll go bobbing around." Now I knew he loved another gal, A bobbing around, around, around, They called her crooked-shin, curly-toothedl Et, When he went bobbing around. So after we got into church, A bobbing around, around, around, I cut and left Josh in the lurch, Then he went bobbing around. Now all you chaps wot's got a gal, A bobbing around, around, around, Do think of crooked-shin, curly-toothed Sal, When you go bobbing around ETHE BOWLD SOJER BOY. 21 O, THERE'S not a thrade that's going, Worth showing, or knowing, Like that from glory growing, For a bowld sojer boy! Where right or left we go, Sure you know, friend or foe, Will have the hand or toe From the bowld sojer boy! There's not a town we march through, But ladies, looking arch through The window panes, will sarch through The ranks to find their joy; While up the street, each girl you meet, With look so sly, will cry, "My eye! 0, isn't he a darling, The bowld sojer boy " But when we get the route, How they pout, and they shout, WVhile to the right about Goes the bowld sojer boy;'Tis then that ladies fair, In despair, tear their hair, But the divel a one I care, Says the bowld sojer boy, For the world is all before us, Where the landladies adore us, And ne'er refuse to'score us, But chalk us up with joy; We taste her tap, we tear her cap, "0, that's the chap for me," says she, " C, isn't he a darling, The towld sojer boy " 22 NIARSEILLES -HY'. YE sons of France, awake to glory! HIark! hark! what myriad's bid you rise! Youlr chilldren, wives, and grandsires hoary; Behold their tears and hear their cries! Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding, With hireling hosts, a ruffian band, Atfright and desolate the land, While peace and liberty lie bleeding? To arms, to arms, ye braves! The avenging sword unsheathe! March on! march on! all hearts resolved On victory or death. CuoRUs. - To arms! to arms! &c. Now, now the dangerous storm is rolling, Which treacherous kings confederate raise; The dogs of war, let loose, are howling, And lo! our walls and cities blaze! And shall we basely view the ruin, While lawless force, with guilty stride, Spreads desolation far and wide, With crimes and blood his hands imbruing? To arms, to arms, &c. With luxury and pride surrounded, The vile, insatiate despots dare (Their thirst of gold and power unbounded) To mete and vend the light and air. Like beasts of burden would they load us, - Like gods would bid their slaves adore: But man is man, and who is more? Then shall they longer lash and goad us? To arms! to arms! &c. O Liberty! can man resign thee, Once having felt thy generous flame? Can dungeons, bolts, and bars confine thee Or whips thy noble spirit tame? Too long the wvorld has wept bewailing Th it falsehood's dagger tyrants wield; Bit freedom is our sword and shield, And all their arts are unavailing. To arms! to arms! &c. WILLI E' ON THE DA.RK B LUt SEA. 23 MY Willie's on the dark blue sea; He's gone far o'er the main, And many a weary day will pass Ere he'll come back again. CHORUS. Then blow, gentle winds, o'er the dark blue sea; Bid the storm-king stay his hand; And bring my Willie back to me, To his own dear native land. 1 love my Willie best of all; He e'er was true to me; B it lonesome, dreaty are the hours since first he went to sea. CHORUS. — Then blow, gentle, &e. There's danger on the water now; I hear the blond-bill's cry; And moaning voices seem to speak From out the cloudy sky. CHORUS. -Then blow, gentle, &e. i see the vivid lightning's flash, And, hark! the thunder's roar; O Father, save my Willie from The storm-king's mighty power. CHORtS. - Then blow, gentle, &c. And as she spoke the lightnings ceased; Hushed was the thunder's roar; And Willie clasped her in his arms, To roam the seas no more. CIO1RUS..Now blow, gentle winds, o'er the dark blue sea; No more we'll stay thy hand; Since Willie's safe at home with me, In his own dear native iand. 4 ILET ME KISS HIM FOR HIS MOTHER. IN a lone and dreary chamber, Where the sunlight seldom shines, And the cobwebs thickly gather, For a curtain o'er the blinds, - Where no hand of kindred lingers, To sustain the aching head, Nor flowers, plucked by gentle fingers, Fragrance round the dying shed,See that form, once full of vigor, Clad in beauty's rich attire, Now in sickness weakly writhing, - Soon in sorrow to expire. See that ghastly hand uplifted Toward the home for which he sighs! Hear him call to " God," and " Mother,"-. Hear him, ere he faints and dies! "To die alone methinks is fearful! Let me die with Jesus near! Mrav a mother's hand uphold me! Mlay her voice salute my ear! May her whispers soothe my spirit, As she talks of home on high! On her breast my head be pillowed, As in Jesus' arms I die! " Such were wishes faintly whispered By the lips of him we sing, Till his spirit, freed from sorrow, Spread for home its trembling wing. Mhorning's golden gates are open; Strangers bear the form away, - Haste to hide the young, the noble,'Neath the cold and silent clay. An aged female form is bending O'er the open, greedy tomb, Listening for the coming footsteps, Startling morning's early gloom; Soon she bends above the coffin, While the tears unceasing flow; "Let me kiss him for his mother," Says in accents sweets and low. Heaven bless thee, angel woman! Thot dost of life's shadows know; -Lt me Kiss him, &c. - Concluded. 28 Heaven bless thee, angel mother I Save thee from life's further woe! May thy sons ne'er die forsaken! May thy sunshine e'er increase! And in dying may it cheer thee! May thy latest hours be peace! I'VE SOMETHINfG SWEET TO TELL. I HAVE something sweet to tell you, But the secret you must keep; And remember, if it isn't right, I'm talking in my sleep. For I know I am but dreaming, When I think your love is mine; And I know they are but seeming — All the hopes that round me shine. I have something sweet to tell you, But the secret you must keep; And remember, if it isn't right, I'm talking in my sleep. So remember. when I tell you What I cannot longer keep, We are none of us responsible For what we say in sleep. My pretty secret's coming!, listen with your heart, And you shall hear it humming So close,'twill make you start. I have something sweet, &o. O, shut your eyes so earnest, Or mine will wildly weep: I love you! I adore you! but " I'm talking in my sleep! " For I know I am but dreaming WVhen r think your love is mine; And I know they are but seemingAll the hopes that round me shine. E have something sweet, &c. 2H T. I{T.CATOIEAW8 D AU(']. NOT long, long ago, in Vestminstier, There lived a rat-catcher's daughter; But she didn't quite live in Vestminstier,'Cause she lived t'other side of the rater. Her father caught rats, and she sold sprats, All round and about that quarter; And the gentlefolks all took off their hats To the pooty little rat-catcher's daughter. Doodle dee, doodle dum, di dum doodle da. She yore no'at upon her'ead, No cap, nor dandy bonnet; The'air of'er'ead all'ung down'er back, Like a bunch of carrots. upon it. Ven she cried " Sprats," in Vestminstier, She had such a sweet, loud voice, sir, You could hear her all down Parliament Street, As far as Charing Cross, sir. Doodle dee, &o. Now, rich and poor, both far and near, In matrimony sought her; But at friends and foes she turned up her nose, - I)id the pooty little rat-catcher's daughter. For there Was a man sold lily-vite sand, In Cupid's net had caught her; And right over head and ears in love Vent the pooty little rat-catcher's daughter. Doodle dee. &c. Now lily-vite sand so ran in her'ead, As she vent along the Strand, 0, She forgot as she'd got sprats on her'ead, And cried, "D'ye vant any lily-vite sand, 0 " The folks, amazed, all thought her crazed, As she vent along the Strand, 0, To see a gal, with sprats on her'ead, Cry, " D'ye vant any lily-vite sand, 0-? " Doodle dee, &a. Now rat-catcher's daughter so ran in his head, lie couldn't tell vat he was arter; So, instead of crying, "D'ye vant any sand?" lie cried, " D'ye rant any rat-catcher's darter? " His donkey cocked his ears and laughed, And couldn't think vat he was arter, Ten he heard his lily-rite-sand-man cry, " D'ye vajat any rat-catcher's darter? " Doodle dee, J& POOR JUNA. 27 Byv permission of the publishers, Messrs. Russell & Tolman.] PEARL RIvER side is far away, In the old Mississippi state, And our old cabin stands alone, With Juna at the gate. I told her I must go away, But that I should not be out late, And Juna stands with tearful eye, To meet me at the gate. CHORUS. Our old cabin stands upon the stream, In the old Mississippi state, And I must quickly hurry home, To take poor Juna from the gate 0, Juna was a simple child, Hlad pretty shining curls; And the white folks loved her best of all The young mulatto girls: Twas wrong in me to leave her so, In the old Mississippi state, And I must quickly hurry home, To take poor Juna from the gate. CHORU'S.-Our old cabin, &c. If you should ever travel to the south, In the old Mississippi state, Don't fail to find the cabin out, With Juna at the eate: rell her to wait a little while; Tell her, in hopes, to wait; Tell her that I will break the chains That bind her to the gate. CaHnon -Our old cabin, &o. ERIN IS MY HOXE.. 0, I have roamed in many lands, And many friends I've met; Not one fair scene or kindly smile Can this fond heart forget; But I'll confess that I'm content; No more I wish to roam; O, steer my bark to Erin's isle, For Erin is my home. If England were my place of birth, I'd love her tranquil shore: And if Columbia were my home, Her freedom I'd adore; Thnugh pleasant days in both I pass, I dream of days to come; O, steer my bark to Erin's isle, For Erin is my home. MY BOAT IS ON THE SHORME. MY boat is on the shore, And my bark is on the sea; But before I go, Tom Moore, Here's a double health to thee. Here's a sigh for those that love, And a smile for those who hate, And whatever sky's above, Here's a heart for every fate. Though the ocean roars around me, Yet it still shall bear me on, Though a desert should surround me, It hath springs that may be won. Were't the last drop in the well, As I gasp upon the brink, Ere my sinking spirits fell,'Tis to thee that I would drink. In this water, as this wine, The libations I would pour, Should be peace to thee and thine, And a health to thee, Tom Moore. PIRATE'S CHORUS. 29 EVER be happy and light as thou art, Pride of the pirate's heart! Long be thy reign, O'er land and main: By the glaive, by the chart, Queen of the pirate's heart, Ever be happy and light as thou art, Pride of the pirate's heart. COLUIBIA, THE GE.M OF THE OCEAN. OR, THE "RED, WHITE, AND BLUE." 0 COLtMBIA, the gem of the ocean, The home of the brave and the free, The shrine of each patriot's devotion, A world offers homage to thee. Thy mandates make heroes assemble, When Liberty's form stands in view, Thy banners make tyranny tremble, When borne by the red, white, and blue. When war winged its wide desolation, And threatened the land to deform, The ark, then, of freedom's foundation, Columbia, rode safe through the storm! With her garlands of victory around her, When so proudly she boie her brave crew, With her flag proudly floating before her, The boast of the red, white, and blue. The wine-cup, the wine-cup bring hither,, And fill you it true to the brim; May the wreaths they have won never wither, Nor the star of their glory grow dim; May the service united ne'er sever, But they to -their colors prove true; The Army and Navy forever, - Three cheers for the red, white, and blue, .3 - IZ1tT MORE CIDER. I LOVE the white girl and the black, And I love all the rest; I love the girls for loving me, But I love myself the best. 0 dear, I am so thirsty, I've just been down to supper, I drank three pails of apple jack, And a tub of apple butter. CHORUS. 0, little more cider too, A little more cider too, A little more cider for Miss Dinah, A little more cider too. WVhen first I saw Miss Snow-flake,'Twas on Broadway I spied her, I'd give my hat and boots, I would, If I could been beside her; She looked at me, I looked at her, And then I crossed the street, And then she smiling said to me, A little more cider sweet. CHoRus. -O, little more cider, &o. 0, I wish I was an apple, And Snow-flake was another, 0, what a pretty pair we'd make, Upon a tree together! How bad de dalkies all would feel, When on the tree they spied her, To think how happy we would be, When we're made into cider. CHorus. -O, little more cider, &a. But now old age comes creeping on, *We grow down and don't get bigger, And cider sweet am sour then, And I am just de nigger; But let the cause bee what it will, Short, small, or wider, She am de apple of my soul, And I'm bound to be beside her. CHoaus. - 0, little more cider, &e THE 7EMAL AUCT IONEER. S WELL, here I am; and what of that? Methinks I hear you cry; I am come, and that is pat! To see if you will buy; A female auctioneer I stand, But not to seek for pelf, For the only lot I've now on hand, Is just to sell myself! And I'm going, going, going, going; Who bids, who bids for me? For I'm going, going, going, going; Who bids, who bids for me? Though some may deem me pert or so, They deal in idle strife, For where's the girl, I'd like to know, Would not become a wife? Indeed, I really think I should, In spite of all alarms. So, bachelors, pray be so good As just to take me to your arms, For I'm going, going, going, going, &e, Ye bachelors, my way towards you Should not your thoughts mislead; I've never yet been called a flirt, Or coquette - no, indeed I My heart and hand I offer fair, And if you buy the lot, I'll vow all Caudling I will spare, When Hymen ties the knot. Foi I'm going, going, going, going, &e. 82 SOME ONE TO LOVE." So.rE one to love in this wide world of sorrow; Some one whose smile will efface the sad tear; Some one to welcome the light of to-morrow; Some one to share it when sunshine is here. 0, the world is a desert amid all its pleasures, And life seems bereft of the only true zest, If we fail in possessing, with all its proud treasures, The best of all blessings, some dear kindred breast Some one to love in this wide world of sorrow; Some one whose smile will efface the sad tear; Some one to welcome the light of to-morrow; Some one to share it when sunshine is here. Some one to love whose affection will cherish The sweet bud of hope when'tis blighted with care Some faithful heart that will ne'er let it perish, By sinking forever in depths of despair.'Tis an angelic radiance, a beacon to guide us, Resembling those lamps that are shining above;'Tis a guardian from heaven, a light to decide us, Teaching us wisdom in lessons of love. Some one to love, &c. BELL BRANDON. [By permission of the publishers, Messrs. Balmer & Weber.]'NEATH a trepe, by the margin of the woodland, Whose spreading leafy boughs sweep the ground With a path leading thither o er the prairie, When silence hung her night-garb around, - There often I have wandered in the evening, When the summer winds were fragrant on the lea There I saw the little beauty Bell Brandon, And we met'neath the old arbor tree. CHORUS. - There I saw the little beauty, &c. Bell Brandon was a birdling of the mountain; In freedom she sported on the wing, And they said the life current of the red man Tinged her veins from a far-distant spring. Bell Brandon — Oonoluded. Seh loved her humble d.welling on the prairie, And her guileless happy heart clung to me; And I loved the little beauty, Bell Brandon, And we both loved the old arbor tree. CHORUS. - And I loved the little beauty, &a. On the trunk of the aged tree I carved them; Our names on the sturdy form remain; But I now repair in sorrow to its shelter, And murmur to the wild wind my pain. Oft I sit there in solitude, repining For the beauty-dream that night brought to me; Death has wed the little beauty, Bell Brandon, And she sleeps'neath the old arbor tree. CHORUS. - Death has wed the little beauty, &. NOT FOR GOLD. NOT for gold or precious stones Would I change my mountain home; Crowds and fashions of the town Have no power to draw me down. La, la, la, la, la, la, &c. Here the heart beats true and warm, Knows no fear in danger's storm; Truth and freedom flourish here, In their native atmosphere. La, la, &o. Oft I climb and gaze alone, From some airy Alpine throne, With a feeling pure and high, As of blessed spirits nigh. La, la, &o, I would'breathe this air till death Charms away my mortal breath, Nursed above earth's poor alarms, Here to wake in angel's-arms. La, la, &t 8 A DOS'T -BE ANGRY, XOTHER. [By permission of the publisher, MJr. G. Willig.] 1)ON'T be angry, mother, mother; Let thy smiles be smiles of joy; Don't be angry, mother, mother, Don't be angry with thy boy. Years have flown since we have traversed The dark and stormy sea; Whilst your boy, quite broken-hearted, Ne'er has ceased to think of thee. Don't be angry, mother, mother; Let the world say what it will; Though I don't deserve thy favor, Yet I fondly love thee still; We have lived and loved together, - Then our hearts ne'er knew a pain; But forgive me, mother, mother; O, forgive thy boy again. Pray remember, mother, mother, I've been kneeling at thy feet, And I'm dreaming of thee nightly, While reclining in my sleep. But forgive me, mother, mother; It will ease thy breast of pain; But forgive me, mother, mother 0, forgive thy boy again. BONNY ELOISE. [By permission of the publishers, Mesrs. Hall & Bon.] 0, SWEET is the vale where the Mohawk gently glides On its clear winding way to the sea, Anti dearer than all storied streams on earth besides, Is this bright rolling river to me; B at sweeter, dearer, yes, dearer far thin those, Who charms where others all fail, Is blue-eyed, bonny, oonny Eloise, The belle of the Mohawk vale. Caoars. - But sweeter, &c Bonny Eloise — Concluded. 5 0, sweet are the scenes of my boyhood's sunny years, That bespangle the gay valley o'er, And dear are the friends seen, thro' memories fond tears, That have lived in the blest days of yore. But sweeter, dearer, &c. CHORus. - But sweeter, &c. 0, sweet are the moments when dreaming, I roam Through my loved haunts, now mossy and gray, And dearer than all is my childhood's hallowed home, 1 hat is crumbling now slowly away; But sweeter, dearer, &c. CHORIUS. - But sweeter, &c. COME, SIT THEE DOWN. COME, sit thee down, my bonny, bonny love; Come, sit thee down by me, love, And I will tell thee many a tale Of the dangers of the sea; Of the perils of the deep, love, Where angry tempests roar, And the raging billows wildly dash Upon the groaning shore; Come, sit thee down, my bonny, bonny love, Come, sit thee down by me, love, And I will tell thee many a tale Of the dangers of the sea. The skies are flaming red, my love, The skies are flaming red, love, And darkly rolls the mountain wave An I rears its monstrous head; Whil- skies and ocean blending, AnA bitter howls the blast, And ae daring tar,'twixt life and deatb] C e Y r to the shattered mast. Cow; sit thee down, &c. 36 THE IRISH EMIGRANT'S LAMIENT. I'M sitting on the stile, Mary, TWhere lbe sat side by side, On a bright May morning long ago, WVhen first you were my bride. The corn was springing fresh and green And the lark sang loud and high, And the red was on thy lip, Mary, And the love-light in thine eye. The place is little changed, Mary, The day is bright as then; The lark's loud song is in i y ear, And the cornL is reen again! But I miss the soft clasp of your hand, And your warm breath on my cheek, And I still keep listening for the words You never more may speak.'Tis but a step down yonder lane, And the little church stands near, The church where we were wed, Mary; I see the spire from here; But the graveyard lies between, Mary, And my step might break your rest; For I've laid you, darling, down to sleep, With your baby on your breast. I'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends; But O., they love them better far, The few our Father sends! And you were all I had, Mary, My blessing and my pride; There's nothing left to care for now, Since my poor Mary died. Yours was the brave, good heart, Mary, That still kept hoping on, When the trust in God had left my soul, And my arm's young strength had gone; There was comfort ever on your lip, And the kind look on your brow; I bless you for that same, Mary, Though you can't hear me now The Emigrant's Lament -Concluded. g3 I thank you for that smile, Mary, When your heart was fit to break; %When the hunger pain was gnawing there And you hid it, for my sake; I bless you for the pleasant word, When your heart was sad and sore; O, I'm thankful you are gone, Mary, Where grief can't reach you more. I'm bidding you a long farewell, My Mary, kind and true, But I'll not forget you, darling, In the land I'm going to. They say there's bread and work for all, And the sun shines always there; But I'll not forget old Ireland, Were it fifty times as fair. And often in those grand old woods, I'll sit and shut my eyes, And my heart will travel back again To the place where Mary lies; And I'll think I see the little stile, Where we sat side by side, And the springing corn, and the bright May monl When first you were my bride. BRIGHTEST EY;S. THOU'sT pearls and diamonds, fair one, Hast all that men adore, And hast the brightest eyes, love; My dearest, what wouldst thou have more? Those beauteous eyes of thine, love, I've sung them o'er and o'er, In countless songs immortal; My dearest, what wouldst thou have more? With thy bright eyes thou'st pained me; Man ne'er was so tortured before; Down to despair thou hast brought me; My dearest, what wouldst thou have more SOMEBODY'S COMING. SOMEaODY's coming, coming, coming; Somebody's coming, but I'll not tell who; His form it is manly, his features are fair, His dark flashing eye, and his glossy black hair. His voice is all music enchanting to hear, And when I am with him I've nothing to fear. Do you wish me to tell you?-no, no, you may gies Yet somebody's coming, nevertheless. Somebody whispered, whispered, whispered, Somebody whispered, but I'll not tell what; He said there were stars, that shone in the heavens, That listened to vows by true lovers given, And a sweet little boy with a handful of darts, That mischievously plays with poor maidens' hearts. Do you wish me to tell you?-no, no, you may guess; Yet somebody whispered, nevertheless. Somebody's going, going, going, Somebody's going, but I'll not tell where; There's a neat little church on the hill-side stands, Where somebody asked me to go and join hands; He said that he loved me and I must be his; Ah! what could I do then but answer him yes? Do you wish me to tell you? -no, no, you may guess Yet somebody's going, nevertheless. NELLY WAS A LADY. [By permission of the publishers, Messrs. rth, Pond & Co. Down on de Mississippi floating, Long time I trabel on de way, All night de cotton-wood a toting, Sing for my true lub all de day. CHORUS. Nelly was a lady; Last night she died, Toll de bell for lubly Nell, My dark Virginny bride Nelly was a Lady - Concluded. Now I'm unhappy, and I'm weeping; Can't tote cotton-wood no more; Last night, while Nelly was a sleeping, Death came a knockin' at de door.- CHORUS. When I saw my Nelly in de morning, Smile till she opened up her eyes, Seemed like de light ob day a dawning, Just'fore de sun begin to rise. - CHORUS. Close by de margin ob de water, Whar de lone weeping willow grows, Dar libed Virginny's lubly daughter; Dar she in death may find repose. - CHoRus. Down in the meadow,'mong de clober, Walk wid my Nelly by my side; Now, all dem happy days am ober, Farewell, my dark Virginny bride. - CHORUav. MY MARY ANN. [By permission of the publisher, Mr. H. McCafferey.J FARE you well, my own Mary Ann, Fare you well for a while; For the ship it is ready, and the wind it is fair, And I am bound for the sea, Mary Ann. Don't you see yon turtle dove A sitting on yonder pine, Lamenting the loss of its own true love? And so am I for mine, Mary Ann. A lobster in a lobster-pot, A blue-fish wriggling on a hook, Mlay sutfer some, but 0, no, not What I do feel for my Mary Ann. The pride of all the produce rare, That in our kitchen-garden growed, WVI.s pulni kitls; but none could compare, In angel form, to my Mary Ann. 40 OLD FOLKS AT HOX. [By permission of the publishers, Messrs. Firth, Pond Da ]'WAY down upon the Swanee Ribber, Far, far away, — Dare's wha my heart is turning ebber, — Dare's whia de old folks stay. All up and down de whole creation Sadly I roam; Still longing for de old plantation, And for de old folks at home. CHORUS. All the world am sad and dreary Eb'ry where I roam; 0, darkies, how my heart grows weary, Far from de old folks at home! All round de little farm I wandered, When I was young; Den many happy days I squandered, - Many de songs I sung. When I was playing wid my brudder, Happy was I; O, take me to my kind old mudder! Dare let me live and die! CHORUS. -All the world, &c. One little hut, among the bushes, - One dat I love, - Still sadly to my mem'ry rushes, No matter where I rove. When will I see de bees a humming All round the comb? When will I hear de banjo tumming Down in my good old home? CHoRus. - All the world, &c. MARY OF THEi WILD MOOR. 4. ONE night, when the wind it blew cold — Blew bitter across the wild moor, Young Mary, she came with her child, Wandering home to her own father's door, — Crying, " Father, O, pray let me in! Take pity on me, I implore! Or the child at my bosom will die From the winds that blow'cross the wild moor I "0, why did I leave this fair cot, Where once I was happy and free? Doomed to roam without friends or a home! 0 father, take pity on me! " But her father was deaf to her cries, - Not a voice or a sound reached the door; But the watch-dogs did bark, and the winds Blew bitter across the wild moor. 0, how must her father have felt, WhPn he came to the door in the morn! - Ther,.ie found Mary dead, and the child Fondly clasped in its dead mother's arms;While in frenzy he tore his gray hairs, As on Mary he gazed at the door! For that night she had perished and died, From the winds that blew'cross the wild moor. The father in grief pined away; The child to the grave was soon borne; And no one lives there to this day, For the cottage to ruin has gone. The villagers point out the spot Where a willow droops over the door, Saying, " There Mary perished and died From the winds that blew'cross the wild moor I " 42 TIE LONG, LONG WEARY DAY [By permission of the publishers, Messrs. Miller & Beacham.] THE long, long weary day Is passed in tears away, And still at evening I am weeping; When, from my window's height, I look out on the night, I still am weeping, My lone watch keeping. When I, his truth to prove, WVould trifle with my love, He'd say, " For me thou shalt be. weeping When, at some future day, I shall be far away, Thou shalt be weeping, Thy lone watch keeping. Alas! if land or sea Had parted him from me, I would not these sad tears be weeping; But hope he'd come once more, And love me as before, And say, "Cease weeping, Thy lone watch keeping. But he is dead and gone! Whose heart was mine alone; And now for him I'm ever weeping; His face I ne'er shall see, And nought is left to me, But bitter weeping, My lone watch keeping. CALL ME PET NAMES. CALL me pet names, dearest, -call me a bird, That flies to thy breast at one cherishing word; That folds its wild wings there, ne'er thinking ot Aigntl That tenderly sings there, in loving delight. O, my sad heart is pining for one fond word! Call me pet names, dearest, - call me thy bird Ca0ll me Iet NWames -Concluded& Pall me fond names, dearest,- call me a star, W'hose smiles beamning welcome thou feel'st from afar; Whose light is the clearest, the truest to thee, When the night time of sorrow steals over life's sea. 0, trust thy rich bark where its warm rays are! Call me pet names, darling, - call me thy star. Call me sweet names, darling, - call me a flower, That lives in the light of thy smile each hour; That droops when its heaven, thy love, grows cold; That shrinks from the wicked, the false, and bold; That blooms for thee only, through sunlight and shower. Call me pet names, darling, - call me a flower. Call me dear names, darling, - call me thine ~wn; Speak to me always in love's low tone; Let not thy look nor thy voice grow cold; Let my fond worship thy being enfold; Love me forever, and love me alone; Call me pet names, darling, - call me thine own. WHEN OTHER FRIENDS. WIHEN other friends are round thee, And other hearts are thine, - When other bays have crowned thee, More fresh and green than mine,-r Then think how sad and lonely This wretched heart will be, Which, while it beats, beats only, Beloved one, for thee. Yet do not think I doubt thee; I know thy truth remains; I would not live without thee For all the world contains! Thou art the star that guides me Alting life's troubled sea; And whatever fate betides me, This heart, still turns to thee. 4 THE COTTAGE BY T11 SBEA. [By permission bf the publishers, Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co.] (CHILDHOOD'S days now pass before me, Forms and scenes of long ago, Like a dream they hover o'er me, Calm and bright as evening's glow. Days that knew no shade of sorrow, When my young heart, pure and free, Joyful hailed each coming morrow, In the cottage by the sea. Fancy sees the rose-trees twining Round the old and rustic door, And, below, the white beach shining, Where I gathered shells of yore; - Hears my mother's gentle warning, As she took me on her knee; And I feel again life's morning, In the cottage by the sea. What though years have rolled above me, Though'mid fairer scenes I roam, Yet I ne'er shall cease to love thee, Childhood's dear and happy home! And when life's long day is closing, 0, how pleasant would it be, On some faithful breast reposing, In the cottage by the sea! OFT, IN THE STLLY NIGHT. OFT, in the stilly nigb.t, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond mem'ry brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears of childhood's years, The words of love then spoken, The eye that shone, now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus, in the stilly night, &c. Oft, in the Stilly Night- Concluded. 45 When I remember all The friends, so linked together, I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather, I feel like one who treads alone Some banquet hall deserted; Whose lights are fled, whose garland's dead, And all but he departed! Thus, in the stilly night, &c. A LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAV'B.E [By permission of the publishers, Messrs. W. Hall& Son.] A LIFE on the ocean wave! A home on the rolling deep! Where the scattered waters rave, And the winds their revels keep! Like an eagle caged I pine On this dull unchanging shore, 0, give me the flashing brine, The spray, and the tempest's roar! Once more on the deck I stand Of my own swift-gliding craft; Set sail! farewell to the land! The gale follows fair abaft. We shoot through the sparkling foam, Like an ocean bird set free; Like the ocean bird, our home We'll find far out on the sea. The land is no longer in view, The 8louds have begun. to frown, But with a stout vessel and crew, We'll say let the storm come down I And he song of our hearts shall be, While the winds and the waters rave, A life on the heaving sea! A home on the bounding wave! 46 XMsA'8 IN THE COLD GROUND, [By permission of the publishers, Mera FIrth, Pond a Co.] ROUND de meadows am a ringing De darkey's mournful song, While de mocking-bird am singing, Happy as de day am long. Where de ivy am a creeping O'er the grassy mound, Dare old massa am a sleeping, Sleeping in de cold, cold ground. CHORUS. Down in de cornfield, Hear that mournful sound: All de darkeys am a weeping; Massa's in the cold, cold ground. When de autumn leaves were falling, When de days were cold,'Twas hard to hear old massa calling, Cayse he was so weak and old. Now de orange tree am blooming On de sandy shore; Now de summer days am coming, Masse neber calls no more. CHORUS. - Down in de, &c. Massa made de darkeys love him, Cayse he was so kind; Now dey sadly weep above him, Mourning cayse he leave dem behind I cannot work before to-morrow, Cayse de tear drop flow; I try to drive away my sorrow, Pickin' on de old banjo. CHoavs. -Down in de, &o. He DOETH ALL THINGS WELL. 47 I EMRxMBRR how I loved her, when, a little guiltless child, I saw her in the cradle, as she looked on me and smiled; My cup of happiness was full; my joy words cannot tell; And I blessed the glorious Giver, who "doeth all things well." Months passed - that bud of promise was unfolding every hour; I thought that earth had never smiled upon a fairer flower; So beautiful it well might grace the bowers where angels dwell, And waft its fragrance to his throne, who " doeth all things well." Years fled - that little sister then was dear as life to me, And woke in my unconscious heart a wild idolatry; I worshipped at an earthly shrine, lured by some magic spell, Forgetful of the praise of Him, who "doeth all things well." She was the lovely star whose light around my pathway shone, Amid this darksome vale of tears, through which I journey on; Its radiance had obscured the light which round his throne doth dwell; Anu I wandered far away from Him, who "*doeth all things well." That star went down in beauty, yet it smileth sweetly now, In the bright and dazzling coronet that decks the Saviour's brow; She bowed to the Destroyer, whose'shafts none may repel; But we know, for God hath told us, "He doeth all things well." I remember well my sorrow, as I stood beside her bed,.nd my deep and heartfelt anguish, when they told me she was dead; And 0, that cup of bitterness! let not my heart rebel! God gave, he took, he will restore, "He doeth all thins well." 48 GOOD /NEWS PROM HOME. (By permission of the publishers, Messrs. Russell & Tolman.] GOOD news from home, good news for me, Has come across the deep blue sea, From friends that I have left in tears, From friends that I've not seen for years; And since we parted, long ago, My life has been a scene of woe; But now a joyful hour has come, For I have heard good news from home. CHORUS. - Good news from home, &o. No father's near to guide me now; No mother's tear to soothe my brow; No sister's voice falls on mine ear, Nor brother's smile to give me cheer: But, though I wander far away, My heart is full of joy to-day. For friends across the ocean's foam Have sent to me good news from home. CHoRus. -Good news from home, &c. When shall I see that cottage door, Where I've spent years of joy before?'Twas then I knew no grief or care; My heart was always happy there. Though I may never see it more, Nor stand upon my native shore, Where'er on earth I'm doomed to roam, My heart will be with those at home. CaHOaU. - Good news from home, &c. THE OLD ARM CHAIR. I LOVE it, I love it, and who shall dare To chide me for loving that Old Arm Chair! I've treasured it long, as a holy prize, I've bedewed it with tears and embalmed it with sigbha'Tis bound by a thousand bands to my heart, Not a nie will break, not a link will start. Would you learn the spell?- a mother sat there, And a sacred thing is that Old Amr Chair. The Old Arm Chair-Concluded. 49 I sat and watched her many a day, When her eye grew dim, and her locks were gray, And I almost worshipped her when she smiled, And turned from her Bible to bless her child. Years rolled on, but the last one sped; My idol was shattered, my earth-star fled: I learnt how much the heart can bear, When I saw her die in that Old Arm Chair.'Tis past!'tis past! but I gaze on it now With quivering breath, and throbbing brow;'Twas there she nursed me,'twas there she died, And memory flows with lava tide. Say it is folly, and deem me weak, While scalding drops start down my cheek; But I love it, I love it, and cannot tear My soul from a mother's Old Arm Chair. THERE'S A SIGH IN THE HIEXRT. THERE'S a sigh in the heart, though the lip may be gay, When we think of the land, the land far away; Blushing garlands around hang in wreaths from each spray, But the flowers that I loved when my spirit was gay, They are fading, unplucked, in the land far away. There's a sigh in the heart, &c. Sadly I gaze on the moon's bright ray, And in fancy I follow its track far away. Sadly I list to the nightingale's lay, It awakes but a dream of the land far away. There's a sigh in the heart, &c. Around me is breathing the incense of May; Around me is flashing the glory of day; But my hopes and my wishes are far, far away. There's a sigh in the heart, &c. Faintly I pass on my wearisome way, No hope of to-morrow to cheer me to-day; While my eye shall grow dim and my tresses grow gray, Still my last thought shall be of the land far away. There's a sigh in the heart, &c. 4 60 W HISPER WHAT THOU-FEELEST. O, W'tIsPER what thou feelest, That no unhallowed ear Iaav listen to the music Of words to me so dear! But if their tones should falter, And on thy lip should die, 0, let their honeyed sweetness Be gathered from thy sigh. 0, whisper, &o. The bashful bird of even, That shuns the plumed throng, Pours forth her plaintive magic, When none can hear her song; And so do thou but whisper The sounds that I would hear, When their enchanting softness Can reach no other ear. 0, whisper, &o. )-VER THE SUMMER SEA. OVER the summer sea, With light hearts, gay and free, Joined by glad minstrelsy, Gayly we're roaming; Swift flows the rippling tide; Lightly the zephyrs glide;!tound us on every side Bright crests are foaming. Fond hbarts entwining, Cease all repining; Near us is shining Beauty's bright smile, Beauty's bright smile, Ah! Beauty's bright smile. List! there's a bird on high, Far in yon azure sky, Flinging sweet melody, Each heart to gladden Hark! its song seems to say, " Banish dull care away, Never let sorrow stay, Brief joys to sadden." Fond hearts entwining, Who'd be repining, While near is, &e. THE STAR-SPANGLED] BANNER. 61 0, SAY, can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streamAnd the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, ling; Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. CHORUS. 0, say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? On the shore, dimly seen through the mist of the deep, Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam; In full glory reflected, now shines in the stream. CHORUS.'Tis the star-spangled banner — O, long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,'Mid the havoc of war, and the battle's confusion, A home and a country they'd leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footstep's pollution, No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave. CHORUS. And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. 0, thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved home and war's desolation! [land Blessed with victory and peace, may the Heaven-rescued Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a na. Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, [tion. And this be our motto: " In God is our trust! " CHORUS. Anrd the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. ~is THE LOW-BACKED CAR. [By permission of the publishers, Messrs. Hall & Son.h WnHEN first I saw sweet Peggy,'Twas on a market dayv A low-hacked car she drove, and sat Upon a truss of hay; But when that hay was blooming grass, And decked with flowers of spring, No flower was there that could compare To the bloomsing girl I sing! As she sat inll her low-backed car, The man at the turnpike bar Never asked for the toll, but just rubbed his auld poll, And looked after the low-backed car. In battle's wild commotion, The proud and imighty Mlars, With hostile scythes, demnands his tithes Of death, in warlike cars! But Peggy, peaceful goddess, Has darts in her bright eye. That knock men down, in the market town, As right and left they fly! While she sits in her low-backed car, Than battle more dangerous far, For the doctor's art cannot cure the heart That is hit from the low-backed car. Sweet Peggy, round her car, sir, Has strings of ducks and geese; But the scores of hearts she slaughters By far outnumber these, - While she among her poultry sits, Just like a turtle-dove, Well worth the cage, I do engage, Of the blooming God of Love! While she sits in her low-backed car, The lovers come near and far, And envy the chicken that Peggy is pickin', While she sits in her low-backed car. I'd rather own that car, sir, With Peggy by my side, Than a coach and four, and goli galore, And a lady for my bride; For the lady would sit forninst me, On a cushion made with taste, While Peggy would be beside me, With my arms around her waist,As we drove, in the low-backed car, To be married by Father Maher; 0O my heart would beat high at her glance and her uigb, Though t beat in a low-backed car. VWE MET BY CHANCE. 63 WVHEN evening brings the twilight hour, I pass the lonely spot, M here oft she comes to cull the flower We call "Forget-me-not." She never whispers, " Go," nor " Stay; " We meet by chance, the usual way. Once - how I cannot well divine, Unless by chance- we kissed; I found her lips were close to mine, So I could not resist; As neither whispered, "Yea," nor "Nay,' They met by chance, the usual way. The roses, when the zephyrs woo, Impart what they receive; They sigh, and sip the balmy dew, But never whisper give. Our love is mutual, - this we know, - Though neither tells the other so. THEN YOU'LL REMEMBER ME. WHEN other lips and other hearts Their tales of love shall tell, In language whose excess imparts The power they feel so well, There may, perhaps, in such a scene, Some recollection be, Of days that have as happy been, And you'll remember me, And you'll remember, you'll remember me. When coldness or deceit shall slight The beauty now they prize, And deem it but a faded light Which beams within your eyes, - When hollow hearts shall wear a mask'Twill break your own to see, - In such a moment I but ask, That you'll remember me, &e. 64 OLD DOG TRAY.'By perrlission of the publishers, Messrs. Firth, Pond C;o.j THE morn of life is past, An d evening comes at last; It brings me a dream of a once happy day, Of merry forms I've seen Upon the village green, Sporting with my old'dog Tray. CHORUS. Old dog Tray's ever faithful; Grief cannot drive him away; He's gentle, he is kind; I'll never, never find A better friend, than old dog Tray. The forms I called my own Have vanished one by one;. The loved ones, the dear ones, have all passed away; Their happy smiles have flown, Their gentle voices gone; I've nothing left but old dog Tray. - CHORUs. When thoughts recall the past, His eyes are on me cast; I know that he feels what my breaking heart would say Although he cannot speak, I'll vainly, vainly seek A better friend than old dog Tray. - CHORuB THE IVY GREEN. A D.kINTY plant is the ivy green, That creepeth o'er ruins old; Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The wall must be crumbled, the stones decayed, To pleasure his dainty whim, And the mouldering dust that years have made, Is a merry meal for him. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the ivy greeu The Ivy Green- Concluded. 60 Past he stealeth, though he wears no wings, And a stanch old heart has he; Hiow closely he twineth, how closely he clings To his friend, the huge oak tree; And slyly he traileth along the ground, And his leaves he gently waves, As he joyously hugs and crawleth around The mould of dead men's graves. Creeping where grim death has been, A rare old plant is the ivy g;een. Whole ages have fled, and their works decayed, And nations have scattered been; But the stout old ivy shall never fade From its hale and hearty green. The brave old plant, in its lonely days, Shall fasten upon the past; For the stateliest building man can raise Is the ivy's food at last. Creeping where no life is seen, A rare old plant is the ivy green. A DOLLAR OR TWO. WITH cautious steps as we tread our way through This intricate world, as other folks do, May we still on our journey be able to view The benevolent face of a dollar or two. CHORUS. For an excellent thing is a dollar or two; No friend is so true as a dollar or two; Through country or town, as we pass up and down, No passport so good as a dollar or two. Would you read yourself out of the bachelor crew, And the hand of a pretty yo] female pursue, You must always be ready t~lhandsome to do, Although it will cost you a dollar or two. CHORt'S. Love's arrows are tipped with a dollar or two, And affections are gained with a dollar or two; The best aid you meet, in advancing your suit, Is the eloquent chink of a dollar or two I 66 HARD TIMES. [By permission of the publishers, Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co.] LET US pause in life's pleasures, and court its many tears, While we all sup sorrow with the poor; There's a song that will linger forever in my ears; — 0, hard times, come again no more. CHORUS.'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary; - Hard times! hard times! come again no more: Mani days you've lingered around my cabin door; O, hard times! come again no more. Here's a pale, drooping maiden, who toils her life away, With a worn heart whose better days are o'er; Though her voice would be merry,'tis sighing all the day, - 0, hard times! come again no more. CHoRs. —'Tis the song, &c.'Tis a sigh that is wafted across the troubled wave;'Tis a wail that is heard upon the shore;'Tis a dirge that is murmured around the lowly grave; O, hard times! come again no more. CHORUS. —'Tis the song, &c. THE SILVER MOON. As I strayed from my cot, at the close of the day, To muse on the beauties of June,'Neath a jessamine shade I espied a fair maid, And she sadly complained to the moon: — CHORUS. Roll on, silver moon, guide the trav'ler his way, While the nightingale's song is in tune; I never, never more wij my true-love will stray, By the sweet silverl ht of the moon. As the hart on the mountain, my lover was brave, So handsome and manly to view; So kind and sincere, and he loved me most dear; 0 Edwin, no love was more true. Cuozus. - Roll on, silver moon, &c. The Silver Moon-Concluded. 57 But now he is dead, and the youth once so gay Is cut down like a rose in full bloom; And he silently sleeps, and I'm thus left to weep By the sweet silver light of the moon. CHORus. - Roll on, silver moon, &c. But his grave I'll seek out, until morning appears, And weep for my lover so brave; I'll embrace the cold earth, and bedew with my tears The flowers that bloom o'er his grave. CHorus. -Roll on, silver moon, &c. O, never again can my heart throb with joy. My lost one I hope to meet soon; &nd kind friends will weep o'er the grave where we sleep, Bv the sweet silver light of the moon. CHORUS. - Roll on, silver moon, &c. THE INDIAN'S PRAYER. LET me go to my home in the far distant land, ro the scenes of my childhood in innocence blest; Where the tall cedars wave and the bright waters flow, Where my fathers repose, let me go, let me go. Where my fathers repose, let me go, let me go. Let me go to the spot where the cataract plays, Where oft I have sported in boyhood's bright days, And greet my poor mother, whose heart will o'erflow, At the sight of her child, let me go, let me go. At the sight of her child, let me go, let me go. ILet me go to my sire, by whose battle-scarred side I[ have sported so oft, in the morn of my pride, And exulted to conquer the insolent foe; To my father, the chief, let me go, let me go. To my father, the chief, let me go, let me go. And O, let me go to my wild forest home, No more from its life-cheering pleasures to roam;'Neath the groves of the glen, let my ashes lie low; go my home in the woods let me go, let me go. ro my home in the woods let me go, let me go. 68 GOOD-BYE. [B3 permission of the publisher, Mr. HI. McCaffrey. I FAREWELL! farewell! is a lonely sound, And always brings a sigh; But give to me, when loved ones part, That sweet old word,' Good-bye." Farewell! farewell! may do for the gay, When pleasure's throng is nigh, But give to me that better word, That comes from the heart, " Good-bye." Adieu! adieu! we hear it oft With a tear, perhaps with a sigh; But the heart feels most when the lips move not, And the eye speaks the gentle " Good-bye." Farewell! farewell! is never heard When the tear's in the mother's eye; Adieu! adieu! she speaks it not, But " My love, good-bye, good-bye." I HAVE NO MIOTHER NOW. THE midnight stars are gleaming Upon the silent wave, Where sleepeth, without dreaming, The one we could not save; A cloud of grief is heaping Its shadow on my brow; O, blame me not for weeping; I have no mother now. Yet, not alone she lieth; One angel child is there; No more for him she sigheth, For death hath joined the pair,Together sweetly sleeping Beneath the locust bough: 0, blame me not for weeping; I have as mother now. 'TIS MIDNIGHT HOUR. 65 [By permission of the publishers, Messrs. Russell & TolmaL)'TIs midnight hour; the moon shines bright;'lhe dew-drops blaze beneath her ray; The twinkling stars their trembling light Like beauty's eyes display; Then sleep no more, though round thy heart Some tender dream may idly play, For midnight-song, with magic art, Shall chase that dream away.'Tis midnight hour; from flower to flower The wayward zephyr floats along, Or lingers in the shaded bower, To hear the night-bird's song. Then sleep no more, though round thy heart Some tender dream may idly play, For midnight song, with magic art, Shall cLase that dream away. HIOW SO FAIR. "M' APPAVI TUTT' AMOR."-Ma-rtha. How so fair stood she there, Filling my heart with ecstasy! And her smile did beguile, While her eye shone radiantly. Then my heart, with a start, Saw the future glowing bright, But again, in deep pain Beats it, while around deep night Disappeared as she reared, And with her fled my repose; Hateful life, hopeless strife - Wish that death would end my woes, Would end my woes. How so fair stood she there, Filling my heart with ecstasy I And her smile did beguile, While her eye shone radiantly. Hateful life, hopeless strife - Wish that death would end my woes: Hateful life, hopeless strife - Wish that death would end my woes. Ah wish that death would end my woe, As -BMAGGIE BY MY SIDE. [By permission of the publishers, Messrs. Firth, Pond A&.) THE land of my home is flitting, Flitting from my view; A gale in the sail is sitting; Toils the merry crew. Here let my home be; On the waters wide I roam with a proud heart: Maggie's by my side; Maggie, dear, my own love, Sitting by my side. The wind howling o'er the billow From the distant lea, The storm raging round my pillow, Bring no care to me: Roll on, ye dark waves, O'er the troubled tide; I heed not your anger. Maggie's by my side; Maggie, dear, my own love, Sitting by my side. Storms can appall me never When her brow is clear; Fair weather lingers ever Where her smiles appear.'When sorrow's breakers Round my heart shall hide Still may I find her Sitting by my side; Maggie, dear, my own love, Sitting by my side STAR OF THE EVENING. 61 [By permission of the publisher, Mr. J. H. Hidley, Albany.] BEAUTIFUL star in heaven so bright, Softly falls thy silvery light, As thou movest from earth afar, Star of the evening, beautiful star! COORts. - Star of the evening, &o In fancy's ear thou seem'st to say, " Follow me, come from earth away; Upward thy spirit's pinions try, To realms of love beyond the sky." CHORUS.- To realms of love, &c. Shine on, 0 star of love divine, And may our souls' affections twine Around thee, as thou mov'st afar, Star of the twilight, beautiful star! CHopus. - Star of the twilight, &c. JT IS BETTER TO LAUGH. IT is better to laugh than be sighing, When we think how life's moments are flying; For each sorrow fate ever is bringing, There's a pleasure in store for us springing. Though our joys, like the waves in the sunshine, Gleam a-while, then be lost to the sight, Yet for each sparkling ray That so passes away, Comes another as brilliant and light. Then'tis better to laugh than be sighing; They are wise who resolve to be gay; When we think how life's moments are flying, O, enjoy pleasure's gifts while we may. 62 TH OLD CABIN HOME. (Wlth permission of the publishers, Messrs. Russell & Tolmea) I AM going far away, Far away to leave you now, To the Mississippi river I am going; I will take my old banjo, And I'll sing this little song, Away down in my old cabin home. CHORUS. Here is my old cabin home, Here is my sister and my brother; Here lies my wife, the joy of my life, And my child in the grave with its mother. Wrhen old age comes on, And my hair is turning gray, I will hang up the banjo all alone; I'll set down by the fire, And I'll pass the' time away, -'Away down in my old cabin home. - CHoRrs.'Tis there where I roam, Away down on de old farm, Where all de darkies am free; 0, merrily sound the banjo For de white folks round de room, Away down in my old cabin home. - CHORUS. rXM A PILGRIM AND A STRANGER, I'M a pilgrim, and I'm a stranger; I can tarry but a night; Do not detain me, for I'm going To where the streamlets are ever flowing. There the sunbeams are ever shining, I am longing for the sight; Within a country unknown and dreary I have been wandering forlorn and weary. Of that country to which I'm going My Redeemer is the light; There no sorrow, nor any sighing, Nor.any sin there. nor any dying. JOYS THAT WE'VE TASTED. 683 [By permission of the publishers, Messrs. Miller-& Beacham, JoYS that we've tasted may sometimes return, But the torch, when once wasted, ah! how can it burn? Splendors now clouded, say, when will ve shine Broke is the goblet and wasted the wine! MIany the changes since last we met; Blushes have brightened and tears have been wept; Friends have been scattered like roses in bloom, Some at the bridal - some at the tomb. I've stood in yon chamber, but one was not there; Hushed was the lute-string and vacant the chair: Lips of love's melody, where are ye borne? Never to smile again, never to mourn. IN THE EYE LIES THE HEART. TIrOUoGH the eyes the heart doth speak; To each look thy gaze be turning, When with love thy soul is burning, And thou thy fate wouldst seek. Read the language of the eye; There is truth in all its glances; -- Far more truth than wisdom fancies, Lo! within its flashes lie. Through the eyes the heart doth speak, &c. What a joy one look can give, From the eves where love is dwelling, When two hearts, with rapture swelling, In each other only live. Hope with glowing tints doth shine, Earth to thenm is full of gladness, Free fro' sorrow, care, or sadness Ah, the light of love's divine. Thr'ough the eyes the heart doth speak, &a. 64 THE DYING CALIFORNIAN. LIE -p nearer, brother, nearer, for my limbs are growing co d, And thy presence seemeth dearer, when thy arms around me fold. I am dying, brother, dying; soon you'll miss me in your berth, For my formn will soon be lying'neath the ocean's briny surf. Hearken to me, brother, hearken! I have something I would say, Ere the vale my vision darken, and I go from home away. I am going, surely, going, but my hope in God is strong; I am willing, brother, knowing that he doeth nothing wrong. Tell my father, when you greet him, that in death I prayed for him, Prayed that I may one day meet him, in a world that's free from sin. Tell my mother, (God assist her, now that she is growing old!) Tell her child would glad have kissed her, when his lips grew pale [and cold. Listen, brother, catch each whisper!'tis my wife I'd speak of now; Tell, 0, tell her how I missed her, when the fever burned my brow; Tell her, brother, -closely listen! don't forget a single word! - That in death my eyes did glisten,when the tears her mem'ry stirred. Tell her she must kiss my children, like the kiss I last impressed; Hold them as when last I held them, folded closely to my breast. Give them early to their Maker, putting all her trust in God, And he never will forsake her, for he said so in his word. 0 my children, Heaven bless them! they recall my life to me; Would I could once more caress them, ere I sink beneath the sea'Twas for them I cross'd the ocean; what my hopes were I'll not tell; But I've gained an orphan's portion; yet lie doeth all things well. Tell my sister, I remember every kindly parting word; [stirred; And my heart has been kept tender by the thoughts their memory Tell I never reached the haven where I sought the precious dust; But I've gained a port called Heaven, where the gold will never rust. Urge them to secure an entrance, for they'll find their blrother there; Faith in Jesus, and repentance, will secure foPeach a share. Hark! I hear my Saviour speaking;'tis his voice I know ro well. When I'm gone, 0, don't be weeping i brothe4here's my last fare. [well ( TAKE ME H3OME TO DIE. 85 [b permnission of the publishers, Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co.] THIS land is very bright, mother; the flowers are very fair; There's magic iil the oralge groves, and fragrance in the air; Btit take tle to my dear old holle, where the brook goes babbling by; Let us go back again, msothler! O, take me homne to die. Let my father's hand but rest, mother, in blessing on my head! Let sny brothers and my sisters dear but throng around siy bed! O, let sme feel that loved ones near receive imy parting breath, When I bid you all good nsight, mother, and sleep the sleep of death! [breath; rhese flowers their sweetest sweets afford; I scent their fragrant Rut ere they bloomn again, mother, I shall be cold in death. Tlhens take me to my early lonuse! no roses are so dear As those that bloom upon the bush to your old room so near. It will be blooming soon, mother; then come, 0, let me go! Give Ise once more its roses, before you lay me low: You'll lay thenm on my grave, mnother, -say, niother, will you not i You'll lay me by the mossy bank, - I've told you oft the spot.'Tis close beside the church, mother; and when you kneel to pray, I'll listen to your words, mlother, though I anm far away. You imutst not weep for me, mother, for I shall happy be; And thongh I cannot stay with you, yet you shall conse to me. Dear mother, I am weeping; I cannot stop the tears; They're swellinig at the thought of home, and of my early years But I am gettinig faint, mother; 0, take me to your breast, And let me feel your lip, mother, but on my forehead press! There's dimness on my sight, nlother; I cannot get my breath; Is it your sobs I hear, mother? 0, tell me, is this death? Vou'lll tell my father hIow I yearned once more to see him near; You'll kiss nmy brothers each for me, - they will forget, I fear. You'll tell my sisters, brothers dear, I have gone sip on highl; Aslt if they are good children here, they'll see sie when they die. I feel I'm going now, mother, - one kiss ere life is riven' farewell, my own dear mother, until we meet in heaven I 6 a6' A.NNIE LAURIE. MA.x \N r r.. ox braes are bonnie, Where early fa's the dIew, And it's there that Annie laurie G(i'ed nie her promise true (;i'(d (l e her irolmise trle, W\hich nte'er fort,.it \\ill )e, Adi for bonni e Ailie l.aurie dFl la lie down and dee. ]ler brow is like the snow-drift, Ilcr neck is like the swan, lecr face it is the fairest That e'er the sun!shone on; That e'er the sun shone on; Anil dark blue is her e'e; And for bonnie Annie Lauric, &-. ILike dew on the gowan lying, Is the fit' o' her fairy fee!t Anil like winils ini summer sighing, iler evoice is loiw and sweet; Ilcr voice is low anmd sweet; Ald she's a' the world t nmec And for boturie Annie Laurie, &c. FLOW GENTLY, SWEET AFTON. Floow gently, sweet A.ton, among thv green braes; I'low getily'; I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; Myv Ml;irv's asleep by thy muirmumring stream;:low geiltly, sweet Afton, distuirb not her dream. T'hoiii dove, whose soft echo resounds fronm the hill! Thoiu green-crested l.l)Vapwing with Itoise loud atid slrill Ye wilt whistlitig warllers! your mulsic forbear; I charge you disturb not the slumbering fair. Th'v crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, Aild vitlis by the cot where iny MNary; resides;'Ihere oft, i.s iiiild evenin weetps over the lea,'Ih!v sweet-scentted gro es sh;adle rmy Mary atid me. Flh;w geltly, sweet Arton, among thy green oraes; F1,w ge(llt, sweet river, the theme of my lays hlv Mary's asleep by thy lllurlmuring stream; Flow rgetly, sweet Rfton, disturb not her dteam. THE INGLE SIDE. 67 IT'S rare to see the morr.ing bleeze, Like a bonfire frae the sea; Its fair to see the blurnie kiss The lil' o' the flowery lea; And fine it is on green hill side, Where hums the busy bee; Btlt rarer, f;irer, finer far Is the Ingle side for me. Glens may be gilt wi' gowans fair, The birds may fill the tree, And haughs hae a' the scented ware, That summer growth can gie; But the cantv hearth where cronies meet, And the darling o' our e'e, rhat makes to us a warl complete; 0, the Ingle side's. for me. TdE CAMPf3ELIS -ARE COMIN'. TIlTy Campbells are comin', 0-ho! O-ho! The Campbells are comin', O-ho! O-ho! IThe Campbells are comin', to bonnie Lochleven I The Campbells are comin, O-ho! O-ho! Upon the Lomonds I lay, I lay, Upon the Lomonds I lay, I lay; 1 looked down to bonnie Lochleven, And saw three bonnie perches play. The..Campbells are comin', &c. Great Argyle, he goes before, He makes the cannons and guns to roar, Wi' sound o' trumpet, pipe and drum, The Campbells are comin', O-ho! O-ho The Campbells are comin', &c. TLe Campbells they are a' in arms, Their loyal faith and truth-to show; Wi' banners, rattling in the wind, The Campbells are comin', O-ho! O-ho. The Campbells are comia', &a. s6 I'M O'ER YOUNG TO MARRY YET I'M o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet; I'm o'er young;'twad be a sin To tak' me free my mamlnic yet. I am my mammie's ae bairn, Nor of nly hame am weary yet! And I would have ye learn, lads, That ye for me must tarry yet. For I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet; I'm o'er young;'twad be a sin To tak' me frae my mammie yet. I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young, I'm o'er young to marry yet; I'm o'er young;'twad be a sin To tak' me frae my mammie yet; For I've aye had my ain will; Nane dared to contradict me yet; And now to say I wad obey, In truth I daurna venture yet. For I'm o'er young, &o. BLUE BELL OF SCOTLAND. O wnERE, and 0 where is your Highland laddie gone? He's gone to fight the French for King George'apon the And it's 0, in my heart I wish him safe at home. [thr..re, tWhere, and 0 where did your Highland laddie dwell? He dwelt in merry Scotland, at the sign of the Blue Bell, And it's all in my heart I love my laddie well. Blue Bell of Scotland - Concluded. 6a 0 how, and 0 how is your Highland laddie clad? His bonnet of the Saxon green, and his waistcoat of the And it's all in my heart I love my Highland lad. [plaid, 0 what, and 0 what, if your Highland lad should die? The bagpipes should play over him, and I'd sit me down And it's all in my heart I wish he may not die. [and cry, e(, WHISTLE AND I'LL COME TO YOU'. O, VWHISTLE and I'll come to you, my lad, O, whistle and I'll come to you, my lad; Though father and mother and a' should go mad, O. whistle and I'll come to you, my lad; But warily tent, when ye come to court me, And come na unless the back-yett be a-jee; Sync up the back stile, and let nae body see, And come as ye were nae coming to me. O, whistle and I'll come to you, my lad, 0, whistle and I'll come to you, my lad; Though father and mother and a' should go mad, Thy Jeany will venture wi' ye, my lad: At kirk or at merket, whene'er ye meet me, Gang by me as though that ye cared nae a flie; But steal me a blink o' your bonnie black e'e, Yet look as ye were nae looking at me. 0, whistle and I'll come to you, my lad, O, whistle and I'll come to you, my lad; Though father and mother and a' should go mad, O, whistle and I'll come to you, my lad. Ay, vow and protest that you care nae for me, And whyles ye may lightly my beauty awee, But court nae anither, though joking ye be, For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me. 70 WIDOW.ACBIEE. t'IDO' IAkCIIREE,'tis nlo wooiler yoll fro'wn, 4 ),h litmle i \ Maci r.Nl;lchrte; Faith, it ritils yltir looks, thlat s~alte dirty black gosva (-'h11 Ih;lle! %T'imh.Mlachrw; Ilio! altereil yt,[r air, \'ithl that.i;tose trla, ye)l wear, - "I'ji.4,l(:.~tril't.,'.,ir iair, Tha'lat sh,,,l. ie Il;,wiilg free Be t,, ittctter a,hutrl (f its hlark, silkel trllrl, Uci Itlalte!'Vigowv Macltree. Wido'w lMahlhree, to', the sttlltlter is come, I')r li tlte.! \'ilswv mla'hrtee, 1' henl e'ery tltiit l siilttles., shiltll a heatt)y look'lum? )rh lii tie!W'idow Machiree See tiie liril. _,t ill pairs. Atid thle ralbits atml hares,Wh., evell ile tears Niat'V itl timijiles; avaree; AIl leIts e l ittll e ltlie lI,. Thiiuh tIhey can't.i:lke. Ithey wish, ()chI liotte! W'ilow AMlaclree. Wtidtlw lMarilree, anl liei wiltrer cottmes in, O(cIh hlile! \W'isli\w cI;thrll e, To be pokil li tie tire all alhte is a..ill, t lr tltiie! %il,,w Marliree; \\'ly, ithe s lhovel altld tloug 1'', eatihll itIher teltlc S, Attllthe kettle sillus slitligs h'Illl lf tfatiily tlree; W~hile aRlmie vilth polr Cllp, Like a liertit lMiit s1Ilt, Oc1 llittte!'Witdw lachree. Atnd howt do ).till kniow, with rile toltiforts I'v'e towhvl, ( 4 hi Iltle! W'idvw Mlarhree, But y)tu'rie keeltliniL sotlie eImr fellow 11t ill the cowld i Ith ilitie! Widow.latlhree MVilhl 11thl sills,it )'tilr lte;ial, Sllre otilr Iea-e w.till Ibe rlel, Cloil.l y-,it.sleelt, it',iur hed.l, Wi%'tfits I lhiis s, tt, ~',~ee'uFitllte 1h4ot tllr stlle ltrite,''hat w.ti.ll wa\ke yv-io eath'i Illitilt, Cryinllg, 4 )lh loote!'Vidtw.Nlaillree. Tlet ltake lilv,atlvire, darlitle \itllw Machree, is hiI alaiie W'%i(hdw.Mialhree; And with ty adlvice, faithl, I wish yot'Id take mte, 0eh hovue! Witlow blacltre; Widow Machi'ee - Concluded. 71 You'd have me to desire Anll t- stir tip the tire, AInd stire hiape is I1a liar, Il wilitil)erillt Ito tle, T'lhat tile llghasts would depart, %'IVtrl y)tl'ad he tlear mty hleart, Och luone!'idtlow Ilacllree. HISS ME QUICE AND GO. (By permission of the publishers, Messrs. Firth, Pond & Co.] THE other night, while I was sparking Sweet TI'urina Spray, The mIore we whisplpered, our love talking,'The more we haclto say. _'he old folks and the little folks We thoutght were fast itl bed! Wre heard a footstep aon tile stairs, Attl what d've tlhink site said? O, kiss mte (atlick atld go, my honey, Kiss mne litiick andlo go To cheat sutrlprise antd prilttg eyes, Vhy, kiss mte quick tind go! Co(t'us. - Kiss mle quick and go, &c. Soon after that I gave amy love A mtiuotnliight prolenadfe; At last we fetchled tup to the door, Just whtere the ohld folks staidt; The clock struck twelve, her heart struck two (too), And, peepitlt overhead, Ve saw a nlight-cap raise the blind, Anld what (I'e thinllk she said? 0, kiss mte qutick aind go, &c.-Cteoncs. Onte Stunda; nighlt we sat together, Sighing side hby side, Just like two wilted leaves of cabbage, Itn the smiltshine friedl; Mlv heart %with lIve wa;s nigh to split, l'N, "ask her for to wvel; Sait I, Shall glo for the plriest? Atnd Mliat d, iou thinik she sailt? 0, kiss-mue quick and go, &c. - Cuoltl s. 72 1PEW DAYS. OUR country now is great and froe, Few days, few days, And thus shall it forever be, We know the way. though foreign foes may gather hero, Few days, few days, We will protect what we hold dear, We know the way. CHORUS. We'll battle innovation, Few days, few days, And fight'gainst usurpation By a cunning foe; For our guide is freedom's bannex Few days, few days, Our guide is freedom's banner, We know the way. The world shall see that we are true, Few (lays, few days; And that we know a thing or two, We know the way. As Yankee boys we're hand in hand, Few sys, few days, Our countless throng shall fill the land, We know the way. - Cloonus. From east and west, from south ar.d north, Few days, few days, We'll call our many legions forth We know the way. Tfie freedom that our fathers wo:, Few days, few days, Shall be defended by each scn, ~We know tqe way. -- CuroRcs. Then shout, then shout o'er kill and p!L'A, Fcw days, few days, We will our cotlltry's urih).s maintain, We know the way. We'll always guard it with our might Few days, few days, And keep it steadfast in the right, We know the way. - CHtoLUv, IS IT ANY BODY'S BUSINESS P 73 Is it any body's business, if a gentleman should choose To wait upon a lady, if the lady don't refuse? Or, to speak a little plainer, that the meaning all may knc r, Is it any body's business, if a lady has a beau? 1s it any body's business when that gentleman does call? Or when he leaves the lady? or if he leaves at all? Or is it necessary that the curtain should be drawn, lo save from further trouble the outside lookers-on? Is it any body's business but the lady's, if her beau Rides out with other ladies, and doesn't let her know? Is it any body's business but the gentleman's, if she Should accept another escort,where he doesn't chance to be? If a person's on the sidewalk,whether great or whether small, Is it any body's business where that person means to call? Or if you see a person, as he's calling any where, Is it any of your business what his business may be there? The substance of our query, simply stated, would be this: Is it any body's business what another's business is? If it is, or if it isn't, we would really like to know, For we're certain, if it isn't, there are some who make it so. If'tis, we'll join the rabble, and act the noble part Of tattlers and defamers who throng the public mart; But if not, we'll act the teacher, until every body learns It were better -a the future to mind his own concerns. 74 -JOINYi' - SANfDS..A m.a,, Wthose name was Johnny Sands, Had married Betty Htagute, And though she brought him gold and lands, She Jproved( a terrible platgte; For 0, she was a scolding wife, Full of caprice and whlim; lie said that he was tired of life And she was tired of himn, And she' was tired of him. Says he, " Then I will drown myself; The river runs below;" Says she, " Pray do, you silly elf; I wished it long ago; " Says he, " Upon the brink I'll stand; Do you ritn down the hill,:And push me in with all your might;" S;ays she, " IMy love, I will," Says she, " My love, I will!" " For fear that I should courage lack, Allnd try to save my life, Pray tie nmy hands behind my back;" "I will," replied his wife: she tied them fast, as you may think, And when securely done, "' Now standt," says she, " upon the brink, An(d I'11 prepare to run, And I'll prepare to run." All ilown the hill his loving bride Now ran, with1 all her force, To lus!l, linl in; he stepped aside, And she fell in, of cour'se; Now s pilashing, dishing, like a fish. "O, save tire,.Joh ny Sands! " I canl't, ny clear, thou(gh,mu,,ch I wish, For y)'u have tied m1y hands,: )r ) ou have tiad my hands." JORDANi IS A HARD ROAD. 75 Ir JTAT arrived in town, for to pass de time away, And I settled all my bisness accordin'; 13ut I found it so cold when I went up de street, D)at I wished I was on de oder side ob Jordan. CHORUS. So take off your coat, boys, and roll up your sleeves, For Jordan is a hard road to trabel; So take off your coat, boys, and roll up yolr sleeves, For Jordan is a hard road to trabel, I believe. I look to the east, I look to the west, Adtl I see ole'Kossuth a conmin', With four bay horses hitched up in front, To tote lis molney to the oder side ob Jordan. CH(mImlXs.-So take off, &c. )avid andl Goliath both had a-fight, A cullid man come lip behind'em, lIe hit G(Gliath on the head, wid a bar of soft soup, And it soulnded to de oder side ob Jordan. Cmtoltts. - So tak!e off; &C. If T was de legisl-atur of dese United States, I'd settle (ie fish (lquestion accordin': I'a give (le British all de bones, and de Yankees all (de meat, Sand streth de boundary line to de oder side ob Jordan. Cioltis. -So take off,; &c. Der's heen excitin' times for (le Iast year or two, Ahm,,t (lc great presidential electionl; Fr;nik I'iert'e got ele(ted:, and se:a' a hasty plate of soup T'o his p)llqonmemt, ot (le o)der si(le o01 Jordal;in. Cllt's. - So take offt, c. Lois N;apoleot, after al!, is empelror of France, Andl;ll E.urolpe begitns to treml)le cv'orlin'; Butt dh. Yankees (lo't care, for if wid i.t Ite wanl s to fight 1He'll wish hle'd staid on de oder side ob Jordan. Cioau' s. -- So, tak off; tc. 736 NOT MARRIED YET. I'M single yet, - I'm single ye+,And years have flown since I came out I In vain I sigh; in vain I fret; Ye gods! what are the men about? I vow I'm twenty! 0, ye powers! A spinster's lot is hard to bear; On earth alone to spend her hours! And afterwards lead apes down there I No offer yet! no offer yet! - I'm puzzled quite to make it out; For every beau my cap I set; What, what, what are the men about? They don't propose; they won't propose; For fear, perhaps, I'd not say " Yes." Just let them try, - for Heaven knows I'm tired of single blessedness. Not married yet! not married yet! The deuce is in the men, I fear; I'm like a something to be let, And to be let alonle, that's clear: They say, "She's pretty, - but no chink," And love, without it, runs in debt; It agIitates my nerves to think That I have had no offer yet. THE FINE OULD IRISH GINTLEMAN I'll singyou a fineould song made bra fine ould Paddy's pate Of a fine Ould Irish Gintleman, ewho had the devil a taste of an estate, Except a fine ould patch of pitatys that he liked exceed ingly to ate, For they were beef to him, and mutton, too, and, barring a red herring or a rusty rasher of bacon now an[ thin, alnost every other sort 6f mate; Yet this fine Ould Irish Gintlelman was one of the rale ould stock. Ifis cabin walls were covered c'er with fine ould Irish mud, Because he couldn't afflrd to have any paper hangings, an I between you and me he wouldn't give a pin for tlaeti if he could; And just as proud as Julius Sayzer, or Alixander the Grea this independent ragamuffin stood, Ould Irish Gintleman — Concluded. 77 Xt a glass of fine ould Irish whiskey in his fist, which he's decidedly of opinion will do a mighty dale of good, ro this fine Ould Irish Gintleman, all of the rale ould stock. Now this fine Ould Irish Gintleman wore mighty curious clothes; rhough, for comfort, I'll be bail that they'd bate any of your fashionable beaux; For when the son was very hot, the gintle wind right through his ventilation garments most beautifully blows; And he's never troubled with any corns, and I'll tell you why, - because he despises the wakeness of wearing any thing as hard as leather on his toes; Yet this fine Ould Irish Gintleman was one of the rale ould stock. [knack Noxw this fine Ould Irish Gintleman has a mighty curious Df flourishing a tremendous great shillaly in his hand, and letting it drop dorw with a most uncompromising whack; So, of most superior shindies, you may take your oath, if you ever happen to be called upon, for it he very nearly never had a lack; And it's very natural, and not at all surprising, to suppose that the fine ould Irish mud was well acquainted with the back Of this fine Ould Irish Gintleman, all of the rale ould stock. This fine Ould Irish Gintleman he was once out upon a spree, And as many a fine Ould Irish Gintleman has done, and more betoken will do to the end of time, he got about as dhrunk as he could be; His senses was complately mulvathered, and the consequence was that he could neither hear nor see; So they thought he was stone dead and gone intirely, so the best thing they could do would be to have him waked and buried dacintly, Like a fine Ould Irish Gintleman, all of the rale ould stock. So this fine Ould Irish Gintleman he was laid out upon a bed, With half a dozen candles at his heels, and two or three dozen, more or less, about his head; But when the whiskey bottle was uncorked, he couldn't stand it any longer, so he riz right up in bed, - "And when sich mighty fine stuff as that is going about," says he,'' you dor't think I'd be sich a soft-headed fool as to be dead? " v this fiae Ould Irish Gintleman it was mighty hard to kill 78 KATHLEENEN MAVOURNEEff. KATTrTI.aEN IMAXO.'RNM.EN, the gray dawn is breakit g; The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill; Tile lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking Kathleen Mavourneen, what, slumbering still! O, lnast thou forgotten how soon we must sever? 0, hlast thoul.forgotten this day we must part? It may be for years, and it may he forever; O, why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart? Kathleeu Mavourneen, awake from thy slumbers! The blue mountains glow in the sun's golden light; Ah w! here is the spell that once hung on my numbers P Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night! 3Mavourneen, MIavourneen, my sad tears are falling, To think that from Erin and thee I must part! It may be for years, or it may be forever; Then why art thou silent, thou voice.of my heart' THE. ARP THAT' ONCE. Tirg-harp that once thirongh Tara's halls, The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mmute on Tara's walls, As if that soul had fled; So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praile, Now feel that pulse no more. No moreto chiefs and ladies -brigbht The harp of Tara swells; The, chord alone that breaks at night Its tale of ruin tells. Thuls freedom now so seldom wakes; The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, To."wth-t sXl heyes,. BE RINTDd.- TO THE- LQOVX ONES. 79 s3 kind to thy father,.for when thou wert young, Who loved thee. so fondly as he? lie caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue, And joined in, thy innocent glee. Be kind to thy father, for now( he is old,HIis locks intermingled waith gray; Ilis footsteps are feeble, once fearless and bold; Thy father is passing away. Be kind to thy mother; for lo! on her brow May traces of sorrow be seen; 0, well mayst thou cherish and comfort her now, For loving and kind hath.she been. Remember thy mother; for thee will she pray, As long as God giveth her breath; With accents of kindness. then cheer her logp way, E'en tc the dark valley of death. Be kind to thy brother; his heart will have dearth, If the smile of thy joy be ithdrawn; The flowers of feeling.will fade at.their birth, If the dewv of affection.be gone. Be kind to thy brother; wherever, you are, The love of a brother shall be, An ornament purer and.richer by far. Than pearl-from thbedepth of the seas: Be kind to thy sister; not many may knorr, The depth of true sisterly love; The wealth of. the ocean lies fathoms below The surface that sparkles above.. Be kind to thy father, once fearless and.bold; Be kind to thy mother so near; Be kind to thy brother, nor show thy heart cold; Be kind to thy,isterso.de.;. 80 TEHE CHILD'S WISH. 0, I long to lie, dear mother, On the cool and fragrant grass, With the calm blue sky above my head, And the shadowy clouds that pass; And I want the bright, bright sunshine All round about my bed; I'll close my eyes, and God will think Your little boy is dead. Then Christ will send an angel To take me up to him; He will bear me slow and steadily, Far through the ether dim; He will gently, gently lay me Close by the Saviour's side; And when I'm sure that I'm in heaven# My eyes will open wide. And I'll look among the angels WVho stand around the throne, Till I find my sister Mary, For I know she must be one; And when I find her, mother, WVe will go away alone; I'll tell her how we've mourned for her, All the while that she's been gone. 0, I shall be delighted To hear her speak again; Though I know she'll not return to us,To ask her would be vain; So I'll put my arms around her, And look into her eyes, And remember all I say to her, And all her sweet replies The Child's Wish — boncluded. sI And then I'll ask the angel To take me back to you; He will bear me slow and steadily Down through the ether blue; And you'll only think, dear mother, That I've been out to play, And have gone to sleep beneath the tree, This sultry summer day. CHEER! BOYS, CHEER I CHrun! boys, cheer! yield not to idle sorrow; Courage! true hearts shall bear us on our way; Hope points before, and shows the bright to-morrow; Let us forget the partings of to-day; So farewell! schoolmates; much as we may love thee, We'll dry the tears that we have shed before: Why should we weep that we go forth to duty? So farewell, schoolmates! farewell forevermore! Cheer! boys, cheer! for country, our own coir.ntry; Cheer! boys, cheer! the willing, strong right hand; Cheer! boys, cheer! there's wealth for honest labor; Cheer! boys, cheer! for our own, our happy land. Cheer! boys, cheer! the hour has come to part us, Yet go we freely to the task of life; The world shall follow in the track we're going; The star of victory glitters in the strife; If chere be toil, there is that will reward it; If sorrow, fortune shall not on us frown. But ours shall be the honor and the glory, And ours shall be the bright and glittering crown. Cheer! boys, cheer! for country, our own country; Cheer! boys, cheer! united heart and hand; Cheer! boys, cheer! there's wealth, &c. 6 52 DO THEYMXISS XE AT HOME? Di, the miss mt at home. do they miss me? "i''wt,l(d h)e an assurancl(e llost (le;r, To kui-)w that thiis Iolellelt solle 1l)ved one Were sayilng, 1 wish lhe were here; To feel tllht thle groutp at the fireside'Were thinking of me as I r;oam; O, ves;'twotld he joy heyond meuase re, fo know that they missed me at home, To know that they missed tme at home. When twilight approaches, the season'Ihall;t ever is sacred to song, Does solme one repeat my name over, Anl sigh that I tarry so long? And is there a chord in the music, That's mnissed when my voice is away, And a chlorl in each heart that awaketh It-egret at lmy wearisome st;y? Regret at my wearisome stay? Do they set me a chair near the table, \When evenling's home pleasuires are nigh, W hen candles are lit in the parlor, And the stars in the calm azure sky? And when the "good nights" are repeated. Ail all lay them down to their sleep, Do they think of the absent, and waft me A whispered "Good night! " while they weep? A whispered "Good night! " while they weep? Do they miss me at home, do they miss me, At nlorning, at noon, or at night? Andl limtgers otle gloolmy shade routtd them, Th'l oly tnmy presence can light? Are joys less invitingly welcome, Antd pleasures less hale than before, lecatuse one is missed from tle circ(le, liecause I anm with theni no more?'Because I am with theml no more? GENTLE NETTLE MOORE. 83 TN a little white cottage, W'here the trees -are ever green, And the climloiting loses blossonm at the door, I've oftenI sat and listened To the nltlsic of the hirls, And the getltle voice of charming Nettie M.Iore. Cl()RUS. 0, I miss you, Nettie Moore, And nvy happiness is o'er, XWhile a spirit sad aroun:d my heart has come; And the busy days are long, Atld the nights are lonely now, For you're gone from our little cottage home. Below us in the valley, On the river's dancing tide, Of a sttintuer eve I'd lautnch my open boat; And when the mollon was rising, And the sta;rs began to shine, Down the river we so merrily wouldl float. CHRoitus. - 0, I miss you, &e. And often in the autulmn, E.re the dew had left the lann, We wotild;wander o'er the fields fa;r away; Buit those moltients have departed,;enitle Nettie, too, is aonlle, And no lot-er sweetly wiith her (catn I stray. CGolitus. —O, I Ymiss you, &e.. Since the time that you departed, 1 have longled from earth to, rise, And join the happy angels gine before; I c;annot now be nmerry, For inv heart is fuill of woe, }Ever pilinzg for my getltle Nettie'Moore. Cltoltts. - 0, I miss you,,&Vc. Youit are eone, darling Nettie; 1 have mootrned v,,u miany a (lay; But I'll ripe all the te:;rs from, rily eyes; Fr as soont as life is last, 1 shlill m11ee!t vo1 olnce again, 1i heaven, darlingti. p ma,lve the skies. Cutoltts. - 0, I miss you, &c. I4 THE DEAREST SPOT, TIr. dearest spt of earth to me Is home, sweet home! The fairy land I've longed to see Is homie, sweet home! There how charmed the sense of hearing, Thre where hearts are so endearing, All the world is not so cheering, As home, sweet home! The dearest spot of earth to me Is home, sweet honle! The fairy land I've longed to see Is home, sweet home! I've taught my heart the wray to prize MIy home, sweet home! I've learned to look with lover's eyes On home, sweet home! There where vows are truly plighted; There where hearts are so united; All the w-urld beside I've slighted, For home, sweet ho-me! The dearest spot of earth, &c. DARLING NELLY GRA72 TFrPLr.'s a low green valley on the old Kentuck dshcre; Tiere I've wh liled many happy hours away,. sittinlg and a singing by the little cottage door. Where lived my darling Nelly Gray. CHOIlt'S. O, nmy poor Nelly Gray, they have taken you a.way, Alil I'll never see my d&;rling any more;'lil sitting hv the river, and l'I, weeping all the day, l:or you've gone from the old Kentucky shore. [were shining, twv, When the nmoon had climbed the mountain, and tlhe st'-'lhi1en I'd take my darling Nelly Gray, Atdl wv'd float down the river in yllv little red canoe, While my banjo sweetly I would play. —,1oluuv. Darling Nelly Gray —Concluded. 85 One night I went to see her; but " She's gone," the neighlThe white man bound her with his chains; [bors say; They have taken her to Georgia, for to wear her life away, As she toils in the cotton and the cane.- Cltnoivs. My canoe is under water, and my banjo is unstrung;'1m tired of living any more; U v eyes shall look down ward, and my song shall be unsing VWhile I stay on the old Kentucky shore. - CHORtS. fly eyes are getting blinded, and I cannot see my way; Hark! there's somebody knocking at the door; 0, I hear the angels calling, and I see my Nelly Gray: Farewell to the old Kentucky shore. CHORUS. O, my darling Nelly Gray, up in heaven there they say'T'haa they'll never take you from nie any more; I'r a coming, conling, coming, as the angels clear the way; Fa'dewell to the old Kentucky shore. WHERE ARE THE FRIENDS? WViEtve are the friends of my youth? Say, where are those cherished ones gone? And why have they dropped with the leaf Ah! why have they left me to mourn? Their voices still sound in mine ear; Their features I see in my dreams; And the world is a wilderness drear; As a wide-spreading desert it seems. Ah! where are the friends of my youth? Ah! where are the cherished ones gone? Ah! why have they dropped as-the leaf? Ah! why have they left me to mourn. Say, can I ever again, - Such ties can I ever renew, Or feel those warm pulses again, Which beat for the dear ones I knew? The world as a winter is cold; Each charm seems to vanish away; 3y heart is now blighted and old; Ushares in all nature's decay. Ah I wazU Ut tri lM 6S HEAIL, COLUXMBA I HATL, Columbia, happy land.:-I;l, ye heroes! heaven-born band, Who fitought alnd bled in freedoml's cause, \Vho fought and bled in freedomr's cause, And when the storm of war had gone, Enjoyed the peace your valor won; Let independence be your boast, Ever mindful twhat it cost, Ever grateful for the prize, Let its altar reach the skies; Firm united let us be, Rallying round our liberty, As a band of brothers joined, Peace and safety we shall find. Immortal patriots, rise once more! Defend our rights, defend our shore; Let no rude foe with impious hand, Let no rude foe with impious hand, Invade the shrine. where sacred lies Of toil and blood the well-earned prize; While offering peace sincere and just, In heaven we place a manly trust, That truth and justice may prevail, And every scheme of bondage fail; Firm united let us be, &c. Sound, sound the trump of fame I Let WVAsHINO'rON'8 great name Ring through the world with loud applause, Ring through the world with loud app ause! Let every clime to freedom dear Listen with a joyful ear; With equal skill, with steady power, Ile governs in the fearful hour Of horrid war, or guides with ease The happier time of honest peace, >WS;XirsmWim m - RORY O'MOORE. 8T Yot'owo Rory.)'Moore comiurted Kathaleen lBawn; lie was htold as a hawk. and slhe soft as the dawn; lie nishiedl in his heart pretty Kathaleenl t, please, And lhe though t}he best way to d(t that was to teat t. "Now, Itory, be aisy," sweet Kathaleen would cry, IReproof on her lipl, but the smile in her eye; " With your tricks, I dnll't know in truth what I'm about; Faith, you've teased till I've put on nmy cloak inside out." "0 Ojewel," says Rory, "that same is the way You've thrated Tmy heart for this many a day; And'tis plazed tLhat I am, and why not, to be sure? For'tis all for good luck," says bold Ituoy O'MAloore. " Indeed, then," says Kathaleen, " don't think of the like, For I half gave a promise to soothering Mike; The ground that I walk on he loves, I'll be bound." "F'aith," says Rory, " I'd rather love you than the ground." "Now, [tory, I'll cry, if you don't let me go; Sure I dream every night that I'm hating you so." ", 0!" says Rtory, "that sanme I'm delighted to hear, For dhramles always go by conthraries, my dear; O jewel, keep dhraming that same till you die, And mlorniug will give lirty night the black lie; And'tis plazed that I am, and why not, to be suare? Since'tis all for good luck," says bold itory O'Meore. " Arrah, Xathaleen, my darling, you've teased me enouh, And I've thrash'd,for your sake,Dinny Grimes and Jim D)u tf; And I've made myself, drinking your health, quite a baste; So, I think, after that, I may talk to the praste." Then Rory, the rogue, stole his armnns round her neck,So soft and so white, without freckle or speck,Anti he looked in her eyes, that wett beaming with light, A nd lhe kissed Iher sweet lil,s, l)on't yvti thimlk he w:as right I'Now, Itory, leave off, sir, you'll lhug mte o, mmlrel, - Th-,t's eight times to-daty that you've kissed me before." "Then hem e goes another," says he, " to make sure,'oa the.'e Lus in.odd.mubm'" ns -,Be Q'Qoo'U, 88 HOME, SWEET HOME I'lrD pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home:; A charin from the skies scenes to hallow us there, 1'Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elscwhbr Hlome, honle, sweet, sweet home, 13e it ever so ht nible, there's no place like hi me. An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain; 0, give me my lowly thatched cottage again; The birds singing gayly that came at my call; O give me sweet peace of mind, dearer than all. Home, home, sweet, sweet home, &c. THE LONE STARRY H3OURS. 0, Trte lone starry hours give me, love, When still is the beautiful night; Wiihen the round, laughing moon I see, love, Peep throutgh the clouds silver white. Whenl no winds through the lowv woods sweep, lore, And I gaze on some bright rising star; WVhlen the world is in dream and sleep, love,.0, wake, while I touch my guitar. CHOtlUS. W'hen no winds through the low woods sweep, lo",, And I gaze on solvAe bright rising star; -''hen the world is in dream and sleep, love, O, wake, while I touch my guitar. Till the red rosy morn grows bright, love, Far away o'er the distant sea, Till the stars cease their gentle light, love, Will I wait for a welcome from thee. And O, if that pleasure is mine, love, We will wander together afar; Mby heart shall be thine, thine, my love; hme wake, while I touch my guitar. ~L~~~~if ta l~t~ ~~ HOME AGAIN. 89 Io.ME again, home again! Froml a foreign shorP; Aud 0, it fills my soul with joy,'1 n meet my friends once more. Here I dropped the parting tear, To cross the ocean's foam; But now I'm once again with those ~W'ho kindly greet Ime home. Home again! home again! From a foreign shore; And 0, it fills my soul with joy, To meet my friends once more. Happy hearts, happy hearts With mine have laughed in glee; But 0, the friends I loved in youth Seem happier to me; And if my guide should be the fate Which bids me longer roam, But death alone can break the tie That binds my heart to home. Happy hearts, &c. Music sweet, music soft Lingers round the place; And 0, I feel the childhood charm, That time cannot efface; Then give me but my homestead rocf, I'll ask no palace dome; For I can live a happy life With those I love at home. Mlusic sweet, &c. Tt THOU HIAS LTA~-ED TO LOVE. TiTor hast learned to love another; Thou hast broken every vow; W\e hiave p:urted freml each other, And my heart is lonely iow; I have taugtht nmy looks to shulin thee, When'ie cvoldly we have lmet; For another's sniile hath won thee, Anti thy voice I nmust forget. 0, is it well to sever This heart from thine forever? Can I forget thee? never! F'arewell! farewell! forever! We have met in scenes of pleasure," Wle have Inet in halls of pride; I ha re seen thy newi-found treasure, I have gazed upon thy hrile; I have marked the timid lustre Of thy downcast, happy ee; I have seen thee gaze ulpon her, I'Forgetting I was hy; I grieve that e'er I met thee; Fainl, fain would I forget thee;'Twere folly to regret thee; Farewell! farewell! forever! We have met and we have parted, But I uttered scarce a word; Like a guilty thing I started, When thy well-known voice I heard; Thy looks were stern and altered, And thy words were eold and high; How my traitor courage faltered, A'When I dared to meet thitte eye! O, wvonman's love will grieve her, And woman's pride will leave her; Life has fled when love deceives her; 1 2sweu! l. wel' E1p dQUIRE JONES'S DAUGHTER. 93 SWF.IT is the gush of waterfalls, The mtiurmuur of the breeze, The rille of the rivulet, The siglding of the trees; Ainld sweet the sounld of lute anri voice, When borne across the water; But sweeter still the charmting voice Of Squire Jones's dlaughter. 0! Squire Jones's daughter! The prettiest girl in the Sttate of Mamne Is Squire Jones's daughter. Brig-ht is the sun, whose golden ray Can'reach front heaven to earth; And bright the tin-pan newly scoured, Placed on the blazing hearth; Anrd bright the sword while yet unstained With blood in blo..dy slaughter; iut brighter still the beaming eye Of Squire Jones's daughter. 0! Squire Jones's daughter, &c. Red is the rosy posy's hue, That grows down in the hollers; Andt red is Uncle Nathan's barn, That cost a hutndred dollars; And red is Sister Sally's shawl, That Cousin Levi bought her; But redder still the blooming cheek Of Squire Jones's daughter. O! Squire Jones's daughter, &o. HIot is the lava tide that pours Adown Vesuvius' mountain; And hot the stream that bubbles out From Iceland's gushing fountain; And hot the boy's ears boxsed for doin' That which he hadn't oughter; Jlut hotter still the love I feel For Squire Jonee's daughter. sO.tM1PWa'aIv.r g 92 KIND WORDS CAN NEVER DIE. TRIGHTT things can never die, e'en tlough they fade; Beauty and minstrelsy deathless were made; %M'hat though the suimmer day passes at eve away, Doth not the moon's soft ray silver the night. Kind words can never die; cherished and blest, God knows how deep they lie stored in the breast; Like childhood's simple rhymes, said o'er a thit usanid tUmes, Age in all years and climles, distant and netr. Childhood can never die; wrecks of the pas' Float o'er the memory, bright to the last. Many a happy thing, many a daisy spring, Float o'er times ceaseless wing, far, far away. LITTLE GIPSY JANE. I'it a merry Gipsy maid, From my tent in yonder dell; Selling ballads is my trade; Fortunes, too, I tell; For village maids I've comfort bland, Of swecthearts who complain; You've only just to cross the hand Of little Gipsy Jane. Tra, la, la, la, la, la, la, &c. With the lark I greet the morn, \When the dew is on the rye; With the milkmaid,'neath the thorn, Stealthily am I; For her I've tales of house and land, And husbands rich to gain; She has but just to cross the hand Of little Gipsy Jane. GRANDM OTHER'S LESSON. 93 MT Grandmother lived on yonder little green, As fine an old lady as ever was seen; She oftentimes taught and instructed me with care, Uf all false young men to beware. q dli unl duni duni dunm di di id i air, )f all false young men to-beware. &rnd now, my dear daughter, pray don't you believe, f'.r they will fib, and cunningly deceive;'hey will cruelly deceive you before you are aware, Then away goes poor old grandmla's care.'fi di urn dum dum dumt di di id i air, then away goes poor old grandma's care. rhe first who came courting was honest young Green, As fine a young gentleman as ever was seen; But the words of grandma so rang in my head, [ could not attend to one word that he said. ri d; uni dum duni dum di di id i iad; I could not attend to one word that he said. The next who came courting was young farmer Grove; With himu I engaged ill bonds of joyful love; Such sweet and truthful love you need never be afraid, Fr'tis better to be married than to die an old maid; ri di um dum dum dunm di di id i aid; For'tis better to be married than to die an old maid. O dear,'hat a fuss these old ladies make; rhinks I to myself there must be some mistake, For if all the old ladies of young men had been afraidl Why, grandma herself would have died an old maid! fi di umn dumn dum dum di di id i aid; Why, grandma herself would have died an old maid. 14 3E5KI'TTY TYRRELL. Tort'n.4 looking as fresh as the morn, darling, You're looking as bright;as the day; Ilut whlile on your charms I'm dil:t illg, You're stealing my poor heart away. Butm keep it and welectlvme, mtavrlrncen-, Its loss I'm not going to mUtrn, Yet one heart's enough for a body, So pray give tue yours in return, Ma ourleen, tlavoulrlleen, 0, pray give nle yours in return. I're built me a neat little cot, darling, I've pigs a;nd potatoes itn store; I've twenty good polundls in t-he bank, love, And ntay be a pound or trwo nmore. It's all very well to have riches, Bu3t I'm suich a covetous elf, I can't'help still sighitig for something, Atid, darling, that somethilg's yourself. IMaollrlleen, nlavot'irlteen, And that somiething, you kntow, is yourself You're smiling, and that's a gnood sign, darling; Say " Ces," and you'll ttever repent; Or. if you'd rather be silent, Ymlr silence 1'11 take for consentt. Tha;t good-natlured dimple's a telltale Nowr all that I have is'lour own; This week yotl tnay be Kitt'I'yrrell, NXext *week yvot'll be lMistress Malone, aou'll bvo rnl et, lmlistress i on rle. Tou'll be nmy own.Mistress Malone. VIVE LA COMPAGNIE 95 LET nacchus to Venus libations pour forth, Vive la colpagnie! AlLd let us make use of our tille lwhile it lasts, Vive la colpagnie! Clf O)RUS. 0!'ive Ia, vive la, vive l'amour, ~ive la, vive la, vive I'anour, Vive l'aniour, vive l'anour, Vive la colipagnie i Let every old bachelor fill irp his glass, Vive la comnpagnie! And drihk to the health of his favorite lass, Vive Ia comTal;glie! Cuotus. -0! vive la, &c. Let every married man drink to his wife, Vive la compagnic! The friend of his bosoml and comfort of life, Tive 11 com11pagnie! C ioicts.-O! vive la, &c. Come, fill up your glasses, -I'll give you a toast, Vivc la coml,agnie! ilere's a health to oulr friend -(lour kind worthy host, Vive la comlagntie! CJLoitus..- 0! vive la, &c. Since all, with good humor, I've toasted so free, Vive 1;a comIpagnie! 1 hope it will please you to drink now with me, Vive Ia comipagnie! CHOit's. - 0! vive la, &c. 96 SPARIING SUNDAY NIGHT. Si rTTro in a corner, on a Sunday eve, With a taper finger resting on your sleeve; Starlight eyes are casting on your face their light, - Bless me! this is pleasant, sparking on a Sunday night I How your heart is thumping'gainst your Sunday vest I How wickedly'tis working, on this day of rest! Hours seem but minutes, as they take their flight,Bless me! ain't this pleasant, sparking on a Sunday night? Dad and marm are sleeping in their peaceful bed, Dreanling of the things the folks in meeting said; "Love ye one another! " ministers recite: Bless me! don't we do it, sparking on a Sunday night? One arm with gentle pressure lingers round her waist; You squeeze her limpled hand; her pouting lips you taste. She freely slaps youtr face, -but more in love than spite; Thunder! ain't it pleasant, sparking on a Sunday night? But hark! the clock is striking! it's two o'clock, I snum. Sure as I'm a sinner, the time to go has come! You ask, in spiteful-accents, if that old clock is right! And wonder if it ever sparked on a Sunday night! One, two, three sweet kisses - four, five, six -you hook; But, thinking that you rob her, put back those you took; Then, as for home you hurry from the fair one's sight, Dcn't you wish each day was only Sunday night? rlHE GRAVE OF BONAPARTE. 97 ON a lone barren isle, where the wild roaring billow Assails the stern rock, and the loud tempests rave, The hero lies still, while the dewv-drooping willow, Like fond weeping mourners, -leaned over the grave; The lightnings may flash, and the loud thunders rattle; He heeds not, he hears not, he's free from all pain; He sleeps his last sleep, he has fought his last battle, No sound can awake him to glory again. No sound can awake him to glory again. O, shade of the mighty, where now are the legions That rushed but to conquer when thou led'st them on I Alas! they have perished in far hilly regions, And all save the fame of their triumph is gone. The trumpet may sound, and the loud cannon rattle; They heed not, they hear not, they're freed from all pain; They sleep their last sleep, they have fought their last battle; No sound can awake them to glory again! No sound can awake them to glory again! Yet, spirit immortal! the tomb cannot bind thee; For like thine own eagle, that soared to the sun, Thou springest from bondage, and leavest behind thee A name, which, before thee, no mortal had won. Though nations may combat, and war's thunders rattle, No more on thy steed wilt thou sweep o'er the plain; Thou sleep'st thy last sleep, thou hast fought thy last battle; No sound can awake thee to glory again! No sound can awake thee to glory again! 7 s YILXIKINS AND HXS DINAH.'Trs of a rich nserchvant, who in London didl dwell; Ilt had but one tdaughter, an mlkimimr nice vtenlg gal, Illr namle it was Dinlah, scarce sixteen years old, With a very large fortune, in silver and gold. Silgingi to la lu1 la rol lall to ral lal la. CIH1OR1S. Singing to la lol la rol lall to ral lal la. As Dinah vas valiking the garden one day, 11er papa he caine to her, and thus he did say: "Go dress yourself, D)inah, in gorgeous array, And take yourself a husband both gallant and gay." Singing to la lol, &c. - CHaoRS. " 0 plpa, 0 papa, I've not made up my mind, And to marry just yet, vhy. I -don't feel inclined; To you my large fortune I'll gladly give o'er, If you'il let me live single a year or two more." Singing to la lol, &-c. —CHOtLs. "on, go, boldest danlghter," the parient replied; " if von won't consent to be this here young maR'c bri:e ]'11 4ive yodur large fortune to the nearest of kin, And yon shan't real the benefit of one single pin.'Singing to la lol, &c. - C-iots. As Vilikins vas -aliking the garden around, lie Fsied his dear D)inah laying dead upon the groad,. And the clip of cold pison it lay by her side, With a billet-dux a stating'twas by pison she died. Singing to la lol, &c. —CaO1ats. ife kissed her cold;corpls a thotmsand times o'er, Adil called her his I)inah, though she was no more; Then swallowed the pison like a lovyer so brave, Alld Vilikins and his Dinah lie both in one grave. Si:,ging to la lol, &c. - CHolt's. MORAL.'ow, all you you ng maidens, take warning by her;.Never, not by no means, disobey your governor; And all you votling fellows, mind who vou claps eves on; Think ot \Vilikins and Dinah and the cup of cold pison. Singing tr h aol&,,s-t*. Cat0. WHY DOW3 THE MEN PROPOSE? 99',rt~ don't the men propo-e. mammla? \Why doti't thce mei propose? Each seesils just Coming to the ioint, And thetl w.ay lie goes! It is- no fatilt o( yours, tuiallma,_-'lThat every body knows; Youl Rfe the lfittest llte in towVn, Yet 0, tlley wou't propoe! rlhey wotI't, they won'llt, they woll't, they won't propoie! lailnlla, Inaninia, they won't, they won't propose! I'm sure I've done the best, matnma, To mllake a proper mratch; For coronets andr eldest sons i1'mt ever on the watch. - I've hopes, whllen some distingu6 bean A glanice illpo Ill e thro ws; But tlhoulh he'll diece anid snlile and idirt, Alas! lie won't propose! lie won't, I've tried to win by langltishing, And dressing like a hblte; I've I ought blig hook;, and talked of thaei As thoull i I'd read tihem thlw)itgl; W'ith hair cmloped like a nman, I've elit the heads of all the beaux; But Spturzhleimll coulld not touch tileir heattrs, Ald 0, tthey wont't propose! They won't, e I threw aside the hooks. and thoulght That ignoratce %was lMliss; I felt convitnced that ien preferred A srinlle sort of iss.; Aatdm —t4 lisped eult tluglht bheynnd I'laint "Y esis " or ilain "Noes," And wore a plain,'unmeanintg smib, Yet 0, they won't propose! They won't, c.Last niohlt, at Ilady Ranlle's rout, I heard Sir Harry Gale xclaiin,' Now I protose again; I started, turning pale,I really tillolg.ht my time had come; I hlilihed like anty rose; But o. I fiontd'rwas only at EIcartd he'd proposed! lie won't, &.e Anlt what is to he done, tHanlst,:t ),. what is to 1ie tltne? I really have no tlie to lose, F-or I ati thirty-one! At halls I anti too,often left'Where spl)itistere sit ill rowe; Why don't the tiell proplse, mnamma? Why dea't ts mean prQpoe Thewy won't, er 100 3ONNIE DUNDEE. To the lords of convention'twas Claverhouse spoke: Ere the king's crown go down, there are crowns to be brokeI So each cavalier who loves honor and me, Let him follow the bonnet ot Bonnie Dundee. Come, fill up my cup, corrn., fill up my can, Come, saddle my horses and call up my men; Come, open the WVest Port, and let me gae free; And its room for the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee. There are hills beyond Pentland and streamsbeyond Forth; If there's lords in the southland, there's chiefs in the north; There are wild dunnie wassals, three thousand times threes Will cry hey for the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee. Come, fill up, &c. Dundee he is mounted, he rides up the street; The bells are rung backward, the drums they are l-eat; But the provost, douce man, said just e'en let him be The town is well quit of that de'il of Dundee, Collie, fill up, &c. Away to the hills, to the woods, to the rocks; Ere I own a usurper I'll crouch with the fox; An( tremble, false whigs, though triumphant ye' Yo:'ave not seen the last of my bonnet and me. Comne, fill up, &c. COMIN' THRO" THE RY3 GItN a body meet a body Comin' thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body cry? Ilka lassie has her laddie; Nane, they say, ha'e I! Yet a' the lads they smile at me, And what the waur am I? Gin a body meet a body Comin' frae the well, Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body tell? nka lassie has her laddie; Ne'er a ane ha'e I; B it a' the lads they smile on me, And what the waur am I I Comin' thro' the Ryo —Concluded, 101 Gin a body meet a body Colllmin' frae the town, Gin a tbdy greet a body, Need a body frown? Ilka lassie ha;s her laddie, Na'ne, they say, ha'e I; But a' the lads they lo'e moe weel, And what the waur am I? JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO, JOHN. J)Tr. As-neRsos-, mr Jo, John, when natulre first began To trv her canny halnd, John, her mlaster work was nian; And ye am'ing theo a', John, sace trig frae topl to toe, She proved to be na' journey-work, John Anderson, my Jo. John Anderson, my Jo, John, ye were my first conceit, And ye need na' think it strange, John, tho' 1 ca' ye trim and neat; There's some folks say ye're old, John, hut I ne'er think you Fior ye are a' the sanie to nre, John Anderson, my Jo. [so, John Anderson, my Jo, John, when we were first acquent, Your locks were lile the raven, John, your bonnie brow was brent; But now ye're getting auld, John, your locks are like the snuaw Yet blessing on that frosty pow, John Anderson, my Jo. John Anderson, my Jo, John, frae year to year we've past, And soon that year maun come, John, will bring uts to our last; But let not that affright us, John; our hearts were ne'er our foe; Tho' the days are gane that we have seen, John Anderson, nmy Jo. John Anderson, my Jo, John, we've claml ed the hill thegither, And mony a canty day, John, we've had wi' ane anither; Noaw we manun totter dorwn, John, but hand in hand we'll go, And sleep thegither at the.foot, John Auderson, my Jo. 102 JAMIE'S ON THE STORMY.SEA. Eit. the twilight bat was flitting, Ill the sunset, at her knittitig, Sang a lonely maiIden, sitting Underneatlh her threshold tree; And, ere daylight died bIefore ti., And the vesper stars shone o'er us, Fitful rose her tender chorus, Jamie's on the storlmy sea. Warmly shone the sunset glowing; Sweetly breathed the young flowers blowing' Earth, with beauty overflowing, Seenied the lihome of love to be; As those angel tones asctendlint, With the scene and season blelding, Ever had the saime low endling, Jarnie's on the stormy sea Curfew bells, remotely ringing, Mlingled with that sweet voice singing; And tlhe last red ray seemled clinging, Lingeringly, to tower andl tree; Nearer as I camne, and nearer, Finer rose the notes, and clearer! 0,'twas heaven itself to hear her, Jaluie's on the stormy sea. How could I but list, but linger, To the song, and near the singer, Sweetly wuooing heavenl to brinl her Jarie frnrt the storrlty sea! And - shile yet her lips dlid;line me, Firth I slpralig, - imy heart o'ercamne ine, GOieve uo more, sweet, I am Jatlie, U sme returned to love and tkee. 'IGULAD nA.R. 1R I E banks, and braes, and streams around 1 he castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Y'ur waters never drunlie! There sitmecr faust unfauld her robes, And there the langest tarry;,For there [ took thie last fareweel O' nly sweet Highland Mary. IIow sweetly bloom the gray green birk, 11owr rich the h;awthorn's blossomn, As, underneath their fragrant shade, I clasped her to 1y bosom! The golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my (dearie; For dear to lme as light and lire Was toy sweet 1Highland Mary. Wii':onie a vow and locked embrace, Our parting was fu' tender; And, pledging aft to meet;again, WVe tore ourselves asunder: But, O, fell death's untimely frost, That nippled my flower sae early! hNow green's the sod anl cauild's the clay, That wraps my hlighland Mary! 0 pale, pale now those rosy lips, I aft ha'e kissed sae fonlly! And closed for aye the sparkling glance'lThat dwelt o.) t me sae kindly; Anrl itiolllerinlg t)now in silh.tt (tist,'That he;ar that lt o'tedl lle de;rl)t; But still within nmy bosonl's core Sb sil live ly llighlaund Ma.Ury. X'04 IWANDERED BY THE BROOK BID3. I WA.ND:EE1R by the brook side, I wandered by the mill; I could not hear the brook flow,The noisy wheel was still: There was no burr of grasshopper, No chirp of any bird; But the beating of my own heart WVas all the sound I heard. I sat beneath the elm tree, 1 watched the long, long shade, And as it grew still longer, 1 did not feel afraid; For I listened for a footfall, I listened for a word, But the beating of my owln hear: Was all the sound I heard. Ale came not, ah, no! he came not; The night came onl alone; Tlhe little stars sat one by one, Each on his golden throne; The evening air passed by my cheek; The leaves above me stirred; But the beating of my own heart Was all the sound I heard. Fast silent tears were flowing, When something stood behind; A hand was on my shoulder, I knew its touch was kiznd; It drew me nearer, nearer; We did not. speak one word, For the beating of my orvn heart Ws all the sound I heard. I CANNOT CALL HER MOTHER 103 THxt marriage rite is over; and though I turned aside, To keep the guests from seeing the tears I could not hide, I wreathed my face in smiling and led my little brother To greet my father's chosen, but I could not call her mother. She is a fair young creature, with a meek and gentle air, With blue eves soft and loving, and silken, sunny hair: I know my father gives her the love he bore another; And if she were an angel I could not call her mother. To-night I heard her singing a song I used to love, When its sweet notes were utter.d by her waho sings above; It dained my heart to hear it, my tears I could not smother; For every word was hallowed by the deep voice of my moth[er. They've borne my mother's picture from its accustomed Altd set beside my father's a younger, fairer face; [pllace, They've made her dear old chamber tle boudoir of another; sut I will not forget thee, my own, my angel mother. WeHAT ARE THE WILD WAVES. Paul. —What are the wild waves saying, Sister, the whole day long? That ever, amid our playing, I hear but their low, lone song; Not by the sea-side only, - There it sounds loud and free,But at night, when'tis dark and lonely, In dreams it is still with me. Florence. - Brother! I hear no singing!'Tis but the rolling Xwave, Ever its lone course winging Over some ocean cave:'Tis but the noise of water Dashing against the shore, And the wind from some bleaker quarter Mlingling with its roar. Both. —No, no! it is something greater, That speaks to the heart alone; The voice of the great Creator Dwells in that mighty tone! ,106 I'M LEAVINO rEEt I'm le'a "ing thee in sorrow, Annie, i'mt leaving thee in tealrs; It mlay be for a long timle, Anmie,Perhaps for 11many years; But'tis ilore kind to part now, dearest, Than linger here in pain; To weep o'er joys that once were sldaing But ne'er mnay shine again, But ne'er may shine again. I'm leaving thee; but weep not, Annie; I'll come back yet to thee, And bring sonle hope and comfort, Annie,''o one so dear to me. I'm thinking of tiue past, dear Annie; Th'ly locks were bright as gold; Thy smile was soft; but now, dear Annie, Oulr hearts seeln gro.'ing old; Yet.'tis not time has stole the blossoms 1From off'thy cheek so fair:'Twas winter camtie too soon upon U% A._nd chilled the foow'rets there, And chilled the flow'rets there. I'm leaving thee; but weep not, Anr.ied For when I've passed the sea, I'll gather hope and comfort, Annie, And bring them back to thee.:LAST GREETING. ArDTz!'tis love's. last greeting;''he parting hour is comIe! And fast thy soul is fleeting, To seek its starry homle! Yet dare I molurn when hleavea llas bid thy soul be free, - A life of bliss has given IFor evermore to tlhe? Yet dare I imllolrn wVletl heaven lHas t)idl thi siul'e free, — A fresher life has griven, For aU eternity Last Greeting — Concluded. lot Adieu! go tlihou before me, 1', joiti the seraplh tlhrola! A seret selise cO( llt*'er.ile, I t;rry here tralt b"g. Adieu!, here tomies a wnorrowy 1'o every day of,;lil; On eartlh ve [anrt in strrow,'i't aieet in bliss aganil! Adieu! there comes a morrow, &c. HOME WITHOUT A MOTHER. [lBy pfrudamQn of the lublishera, Mtesrs. Le & kWar er.l W\.iAT is honme withot a mother? v:;at are all the jovts we tlec(t, Wheni the loving shilte no longer (;rte.ts the c)nllillg. Cotlillntg f her feet? h:e ulav;s.seenth long, the nights are drear, And tite rolls slowly on; A.(nd 0, how few are cliildhood's pleasures, WVhen her gentle, gentle care is gone i rhing.s we prize are tirst to vanish,Hlearts we love to pass away; And how st)O(tl, e'en in our childhood, We ithold tier tunlitlg, tturilrn gray I 1Her eyes grow dilml, her step is sow; HIer joy.s of earth are past; Andl sotlletille.s, ere we learn to know her, She hath breathed, hath bireathed o01 earth mer ast. Older hearts may have their sorrows, (;Griefs tl;lt luickly (lie;war; B1ut a imt hIr lost it cehildhtl;d Griteves the h(ea;lt, the heart from dyl~ to day. We Ioiaks bIer kind, lher willing hand, llher fo)tlld;atdl earn-st c:lre: Andil (, how dark is life around us! 1Wht i4 home without, without her there? IN THE 3HAZEL DELL. [By permission of the publishers, Messrs. W. Hall & Son.) Is the Hazel Dell my Nelly's sleeping, — Nelly loved so long! And my lonely, lonely watch I'm keeping, Nelly lost and gone; Here in moonlight often we have wandered Through the silent shade; Now where leafy branches drooping downward, Little Nelly's laid. CHORL'S. All alone my watch I'm keeping, In the Hazel Dell, For my darling Nelty's near me sleeping, Nelly, dear, farewell! In the Hazel Dell my Nelly's sleeping, Where the flowers wave; And the silent stars are nightly weeping O'er poor Nelly's grave; Hopes that once my bosom fondly cherished Smile no more on me; Every dream of joy, alas! has perished, Nelly, dear, with thee. CHOtUS. - All alone my watch, &o Now I'm weary, friendless, and forsaken, VWatching here alone; Nelly, thou no more wilt fondly cheer me With thy loving tone; Yet forever shall thy gentle image In my memory dwell, And my tears thy lonely grave shall moisten; Nelly, dear, farewell! CEoUs. - All alone my watch, &o HAPPY ARE WE TO-NIGHT. 1( HAPPY are we to-night, boys, Happy, happy are we; The hearts that we delight, boys, With us may happy be. Friends should laugh with those who laugh, And sigh for those in pain; The most of us have, met before, And now we meet again. CHOILU8. Happy are we to-night, boys, Happy, happy are we; The hearts that we delight, boys, With us may happy be. Many will be the mile, boys, Many, many the mile, That we shall rove and smile, boys, With friends we ne'er beguile. The voices we have often heard, And faces we have met, Like tones of sweetest melody, We never can forget. Caouus. —Happy are we, &C. Weary we may return, boys, Weary, weary at last; But memory will learn, boys, To love the happy past. Age may bring us gloomy hours, And time may make us sad; But we to-night are free from care, And all our hearts are glad. Cuoats - Happy are we, &o. to0 SHBLS OF OCEAN. ONE summer eve, nith pensive thonght, I wandered on the sea-heat shore, Where oft, in heedless in rant sport, I gathered sl'ells in days before, I gathered shells in days before. rThe splashing waves like music fell, Responsive to my fancy wril(l; A dream came o'er me like a spell, I thought I was again a chill; A dream came o'er me like a spell, 1 thought I was again, again a child. I stood upon the pebbly strand, To cull the toys that round me lay;. lint as I took them in my hand, I threw them one by one away, I threw them one by one away. O, thus,;I said, in every stage, By toys our fancy is beguiled; W'e gather shells from youth to age, And then we leave them like a child; We gather shells from youth to age, And then we leave them, leave -them like a ehihl WHIEtN THE SWALLOWS. Wif'.'x the swallows homeward fy,'When the roses scattered lie, W'hen, from neither hill nor dale, Chants the silvery nightingale, ln these words, my lleedlig heart WVould to thee its grief impart; When [ thus thy inmage lose, Can 1, ah, can I e'er know repose? {au I, ah, can I e'er know repose I ttht te- salows - ConotdiadOd. Ill When the white swan southward roves, To seek at noon the orange groves, 1When the red tints of the west Prove the sun has gone to rest, In these words, &c. IIush, my heart! why thus complain Thou must, too, thy woes contain; Though on earth no more we rove, Loudly breathinlg vows of love, Thou, tmy heart, must find -relief, Y'ielding to these words belief:.i shatll see thy formn again, Though to-day we part again, Though to-ay we part agmin EVER OF THEIR. ERr.n of thee I'm fondly dreaming; Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer; Tholi wert the star that, mihllv beamit,it Sho.ne o'er my path when all was dark and. drear. Still in mn heart thy form I cherish; Every kind thought, like a bird, flies to thee; All! never, till life and memory'perish, Can I forget how dear th(m art.to me; Nlorn. noon, and night, where'er 1 may be, Fondll I'mn dreaming ever of thee, Fondly I'm dreaming ever of thee. Ever of thee, wrhen sad 0and lonely, Wanadering afar, my soul joyed to dwrell: Ah! then 1 felt I'loved thee onhl All seenmed to fade before afflection's spell; Years have not chilled the love I cherish; Tnrt as the,tavrs hatlt my heart been to thee; Ah never till, &c. 112 I'LL BE NO SUBMSSt E WIFE. I'LL be no submissive wife, No, not I, no, not I; I'll not be a slave for life, No, not I, no, not I; I'll be no submissive wife, No, not I, no, not I; I'll not be a slave for life, No, not I, no, not I; Think you, on a wedding day, That I said, as others say, " Love, and honor, and obey, Love, and honor, and obey "? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, not I; Love, and honor, and obey, Love, and honor, and obey, No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, not I; No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, not I; No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, not L I to dulness don't incline, No, not I, no, not I; Go to bed at half past nine, No, not I, no, not I; I to dulness don't incline, No, not I, no, not I; Go to bed at half past nine, No, not I, no, not I. Should a humdrum husband say, That at home I ought to stay, Do you think that I'll obey? Do you think that I'll obey? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, not I; Do you think that I'll obey? Do you think that I'll obey? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, not I; No, no, no, &c. laOT, fl0d, OR 033tD. t13 rx right from old Virginny, wid my pocket full ob news; I'm worth twenty shillings, right square in my shoes, Tt doesn't make a dif of bitterance to neider you nor I, Big p"g or little pig, Root, hog, or die. CIIORUS. I'm chief cook and bottle-washer, Cap'n ob de waiters; I stand upon my head When I peel de apple dumnplins. t'se de happiest darkee on de top of de eartl.; I get fat as possom in de time ob de dearth; Like a pig in a tater patch, dar let e lie, Way down in old Virginny, whar it s Root, hog, or die CuoRtus.-I'm chief cook, &c. De Boston dandies dey look so very grand, Old clothes hand me down, gloves upon de hand, High heel boots, moustaches round de eye, A perfect sick family ob Root, hog, or die. Cnouus. -I'm chief cook, &c. De Boston gals dey do beat dem all; Dey wear high heel shoes for to make demself's tall; If dey don't hab dem, de Lor' how dey'll cry; De boys hab got to get dem, or else Root, hog, or die. CHOitvs. - I'm chief cook, &c. De Shanghie coats dey're getting all de go; Whar de boys get dem, I really don't know; But dey're bound to get delm if dey don't hang too high, Or else,ey make de tailors run, Root, hog, or die. Caoaus. - I'm chief cook, &c. 8 14 MY COUNTRY,'TIS OF THEE IIv e.mlntrv!'tis of thee, Svet l;,inti.,1 lilberty! (.{f ttrc I silng: lalud where my fa tle ra dlied; L.:anl,f tile ililriin's prilde;.l elnl everyv ntmlliltaill side, lt freediom ring. M3v native country! thee, l.,;lld of tile tlol)le free, Thv inalie I love: I love thv rocks and( rills, l,'h11 woo(Is and t.cemp1led hills; N*- i heart wit h rapture thrills, Like that above. Our fathers' God! to thee, Author of liberty!'To tM.e we sing: X..oiig 1;imay oir laud be bright \'ithl freedloll's holy li.-lt; Prtltect lis by thy nllight, Great God, our King! OSSIAN'S SERENADE. O, CrinE -with me, in my little canoe, Where the sea is calm, and the sky is blue; O, come with me, for I long to go'.o those isles where the mango apples grow 0, come with me, and be my love; For thee the jungle depth l ll rove; I'll g;ather the honeycomb, bright as gold; And clhise the elk to its secret hold. I'll chase the antelope over the Ilailn; The tiger's cub I'll bildl with a chain And the wilt gazelle, with its silvery feet, I'1 give thee for a playmate sweet 1'11 chase the antelope, &c Ossian's Serenade - Concluded. 11S I'll climb the palm for the bia's nest; 1 Red pt-.s I'll gather to deck thy breast; I'll pierce the cocoa.'s cup for its wine; And haste to thee, if thou'lt be minie.'Then come with me, in my light ca;noe, W\'hile the sea is calm, and the sky is blue; For should we linger another day, Storms may arise, and love decay. I'll chase the antelope, &c. OUR FLAG IS THERE. Orm flag is there! our flag is there! \Ve'll hail it with three loud huzzas! Our flag is there! our flag is there! Behold the glorious stripes and stars! Stout hearts have fought for that bright flag; Strong har.ds sustained it mast head high; And O, to see how proud it waves,. Brings tears of joy to every eye. Our flag is there! our flag is there! We'll hail it with three loud huzzas! Our flag is there! our flag is there! Behold the glorious stripes and stars I That flag has stood the battle's roar, With foelmen stoutt, with foemen brave; Strong hands have soutght tlhat flag to lorwer, And found a speedy, watery grave! That flag is known on every shore, The standard of a gallant band; Alike unstained in peace or w:.r, It floats o'er Freedom's happy land. Our flag is there, &c. tit WAIrT iOR TH- WAGON. WILL y)-ou come with me, my Phillis dear, to yon blue moulnt;lin fr'ee? Where the blossoims smell the sweetest, come rove along with me; It's every Sunday morning when I am by your side, We'll jump into the wagon, and all take a ride. Wait for the wagon, Wait for the wagon, WVait for the wagon, And we'll all take a ride. Where the river runs like silver, and the birds the)y sing so sweet, I have a cabin, Phillis, and something good to eat; Come, listen to my story; it will relieve my heart; So jump into the wagon, and off we will Start. Wait for the wagon, &c. Do you believe, my Phillis dear, old Mike, with all his wealth, Can make you half so happy as I with youth and health? WVe'll have a little farm, a horse, a pig, a cow, And you will mind the dairy, while I will guide the plough. Wait for the wagon, &c. Y ur lips are red as poppies, your hair so slick and neat, All braided up with dahlias, and hollyhocks so sweet; It's every Sunday morning, when I am by your side, We'll jump into the wagon, and all take a ride. Wait for the wagon, &c. Together on life's journey ve'll travel till xe stop, Ari; if we have no trouble, we'll reach the happy top Then come with tme, sweet Phillis, my dear, nmy lovely I ride We'll jump into the wagon, and all take a ride. Wait for the wagon, &c. LISTEN TO.THE MOCKING BIRD. 117 [By pprmission of the publishers, Messrs Lee & Walker.] I'X dreaming now of Hally, sweet Hally, sweet lally, I'm dreaming now of Hally, For the ti ought of her is one that never dies; She's sleeping in the valley, the valley, the valley, She's sleeping in the valley, And the mocking bird was singing where she lies. CHORUS. Listen to the mocking bird, Listen to the mocking bird, The mocking bird still singing o'er her grave; Listen to the mocking oird, Listen to the mocking bird, Still singing where the weeping willows wave. Ah! well I yet rememember, remember, remember, Ah, well I yet remember, When we gathered in the cotton side by side;'Twas in the mild September, September, September,'Twas in the mild September, And the mocking bird was singing far and wide. CHORUS. —w 14sten to the mocking bird, &c. When the charms of spring awaken, awaken, awaken, When the charms of spring awaken, And the mocking bird is singing on the bough, I feel like one forsaken, forsaken, forsaken, I feel like one forsaken, Since my Hally is no lengs with pm-nvoW. CROXV5. A xgb b ir4 & 118 NELLY BLY. [By permission of the publishers, Messrs. Fith. Pond & Co. NEL:.r.T Bl.'! Nelly lly! bring the broom along, We'll sweep (le kilehen lealn, mlv dear, and ha;b a little tnl Pokt le wood. my, lady lob, and mlake de fire burn, And while I take de banjo down, jltst gib de mush a turn. Heigh, Nelly! ho, Nelly! listen, lbi, to me; 1'11 sing for you, play for you, a dulceinl melody. Nelly lly hnb a voice like de turtle dove; I hears it in de meadow and I hears it in de grovre. Nelly BlI hab a heart warm as cup ob tea, And'bigger dan de sweet pot:lto down in Tennessee. CrooRus. - l eigh, Nelly, &c. Nelly Bly shuts her eye when she goes to sleep; ~When she wakens llp' again her eye-balls gin to peep; De way she walks, she lift her foot, and den she bring It down, And when it lights der's music dalre in dat part ob de tomn. CuoLtus. - leigh, Nelly, &c. Kelly Bly! Nelly BIvy nebber, nebber sigh; N'ebber b;ring de tear-drop to de corner ob your eve; For de pie is tmade oh punkints, and de mnush'is niade ob corn, And der's corn and punkins plenty, lob, a lyin' iil de barn. Cnolw.s.- tleigh, nelly, &c. I'D OFFER THEE THIS HA". I'n offer thee this hand of mine, If I could love thee less; Blut hearts as warm and pure as tline Should never know distress: MI fortutne is too hard for thee;'Twould chill thy dearest joy; I'd ra;ther weep to see thee free, Than win thee to destroy. I leave thee in thy happiness, As one too dear to love, As one I think of but to bleJs As s,t;h d ey I.; I'd offer thee this Hand — Concluded. I19 But 0, when sorrow's cup I drink, All bitter though it be, I0ow sweet'twill be for mle to think It holds no drop for thee! And now my dreams are sadly o'er; Fate bids them all delpart; And I must leave my native shore In br',kenness of heart; Then 0 dear one, when far from thee I ne'er know joy again, I would not that one thought of me Should give thy bosom pain. THE EDEN ABOVE. iEV'iR. bound for the land of the pure and the holy,Tl'he home of the happy, the kingdom of love; Ye w-nderers from God in the broad road of fully, O, say, will you go to the MEden above? Will you go, will you go, 0, say, will you go to the Eden above? In that blessed land neither sighing nor anguish Can breathe in the fields where the glorified rove; Ye heart-burdened ones, who in misery languish, 0, say, will you go to the Eden above? Will you go, &c. Nor fraud, nor deceit, nor the hand of oppression Can injure the dwellers in that holy grove; No *wickedness there, not a shade of transgression; 0, say, will you go to the Eden above? Will you go, &c...To poverty there - no, the saints are all wealthy, - The heirs of his glory whose nature is love: Nor sickness can reach them; that country is hea2thy; 0, say, will you go to the Eden above? Will you go, &c. E:leh saint has a mansionl prepnrer1, and all furnished, E:;e from this cl:ay house he is stlnlutonfed to imove; Its gates and its towers vith glory are burnished; VO say will you go to the Idez. aboveI WUi.you go, &o. 126 F~PEBSTAL. Y.s! the die is cast.'I'h tulrbid dream of life is waning; The g',lf will soon be past,'I'he soul immortal joy attaining. Thus, then, I fall, my native land to save; Shall I live a slave? No! the free and brave Shall scorn to yield; my country's flag shall wave Ariund the patriot's grave! Hark! the fatal bell, Each passing hour the dungeon waking, Chimes a sad farewell, In solemn tones the silence breaking: Fell usurper, know, thy savage tyranny Soon will set me free; thwarted shalt thou be, For I shall rise above thee in eternity; immortal life thou givest me. CHARITY. MIEEX and lowly, pure and holy, Chief among the blessed three, Turniing sadness into gladness, I-eaven-born art thou, Charity! ritv' dwelleth in thy bosom; Kiindiness reigneth o'er thy heart; Gentle thoughts alone can sway thee S Judgment hath in thee no part. Hoping ever, failing never;'lThoulgh deceived, believing still; Long abiding, all confiding'l'o thv helarenly Father's wiill; Never w'eary of w:ell-doing, ievere'Parful of the end;.atiitqn, & mankirt as P toht Uou doft a ike %qA'A ROCKED IN THE CRADLE. Ith ROCxKED in the cradle of the deep, I lay me down in peace to sleep; Secure I rest upon the wave, For thou, 0 Lord! hath power to save. 1 know thou wilt not slight my call, For thou dost mark the sparrow's fall; Arid calm and peaceful is my sleep, Rlocked in the cradle of the deep. And calm, &c. And such the trust that still were mine, Thmugh stormy winds swept o'er the brine, Or though the tempest's fiery breath ZRoused nme from sleep to wreck and death! In ocean care still safe with thee, The germ of immortality; And calm, &c, SCENES THAT ARE BRIGHTEST. SCENES that are brightest May charm a while Hearts which are lightest, And eyes that smile; Yet o'er them, above us, Though nature beam, With none to love us, How sad they seem! With none, &c. Words cannot scatter The thoughts we fear, For though they flatter, They mock the ear. Hopes will still deceive us With tearful cost, And when they leave us The heart is lost, 4BwJ 6 LU2 OVER THE RIVER. O. the banks beyond the streatm, VWihere the fieldhis are alwaivs green,'1't re's no night, but e'ndless day; -'lihere is where tile angels stly. There's no sorrow. pain., nor fear; There's no parting, farewell tear; There's no cloud, no darkness thlere; All is bright, and clear, and fair. Flowers of fadeless beauty there, Trees of life with foliage rare, Fruits the most inviting grow, - There is where I want to go. Hlark! I hear the angels sing; IIheaenly harpers, on the wing, Throng the air, and bid me rise To the nmusic of the skies. Soon from earth I'll soar away To the realms of endless day; Soon I'll join the ransomed throng, And sing with them redemption's p. nB re;rly gates stand open wide, Just beyond death's chilling tide; There my mansion bright I see; There the angels wait for me. Earthly homes, adieu, adieu! Earthly friends, farewell to you! Softly breathe your last good-bye! Jesus. calls ime, let me (lie: 1sllaltl.jah! Christ has comle l1allelujlah! l'm near home: Friends and loved ones, weep no motes "U t me on th. otu tvhio." BEAUTIFU WORLD. 123 W.'REst going home; we've had visions bright Of that holy land, that world of light, Where the long dark night of time is past, And the morn of eternity dawns at last; Where the weary saint no more shall roam, lBut dwell in a happy, peacefill home; Where the brow with sparkling gelns is crowned, And the waves of bliss are flowing around. 0, that beautiful world! 0, that beautiful world! We're going home; we soon shall be ~Where the sky is clear, and all are free: IWhere the victor's song floats o'er the plain, And the seraph's anthems blend with its strain;'Where the sun rolls down its brilliant flood, And beams on a world that is fair and good; Where stars, once dimmed at nature's doonm, Will ever shine o'er the new earth's bloom. 0, that beautiful world! 0, that beautiful world!'Mid the ransomed throng,'mid the sea of bliss,'lid the holy city's gorgeousness,'Mi, the verdant plains,'nid angels' cheer,'Midl the saints that round the throne appear, Where the conqueror's song, as it sounds afar, Is wafted on th' ambrosial air, Throuh endless years, we then shall prove The depth of a Savionr's matchless love. 0, that beautiful world! 0, that beautiful world! XQw, niggers, listen to me; A story I'll relate; It happened in de valley, In de old Carlina state; Way down in de meadow,'Twas dere I mowed de hay; I always work de harder When I think ob lubly Mae. CHORUS. O, dearest Mae, you're lubly as de dLf Your eyes are bright, Dey shine at night, When de moon am gwine away. Old massa gib me holiday, And say he'd gib me more: I tanked him berry kindly, And shoved my boat from shore; 0, down de riber I glides along, Wid my heart so light and free, To de cottage ob my lubly Mae, I'd longed so much to see. Cuontus. -0, dearest Mae,,A On de banks ob de riber, Where de trees dey hang so low, De coon among de branches play, While de mink he keeps below; 0, dat is de spot, And Mae she looks so neat, Her eyes dey sparkle like de stas., Hler lips are red as beet. CHoRvs. - 0, dearest Mae, &. Benead de shady old oak tree, We sat for many an hour, Happy as de buzzard bird l)at flies about de flower; But 0, dear.Mae, I left her; fShe cried when boff we parted; I bid sweet Mae farewell, ad back to massa started' 0, dearet M.A. &a BE TitO,, 0 O'D! iS BR thoul, 0 God, exalted high, Atndl;s thy glory fills the sky, S,, let it ble on earth displai yd, Till thou art here as there obeyed. E.ternal are thy mercies, Lor d! ];ternal truth ittends thy word: Thyv raise shall sound from shore to sholr, Till suns shall rise and set no more. YE CHRISTIAN HEROES. YF. Christian heroes, go proclaim Salvation isn Immanutel's name; To distant climnes the tidifngs hear, And plant the rose of Sharon there. Te'll shield you with a wall of fire, With holy zeal y'our hearts inspire, Bid raging winds their fury cease, And calm the savage breast to peace. And when our labors all are o'er, Then shall we meet to part no more;;Meet rith the blood-hbought throng to fll, And crown our Jesus Lord of all. GENTLY, LORD. Gr.ST.,Y, Lord, 0, gently lead us Through this lonely vale of tears And, 0 Lord, in mercy give tus Thy rich grace in all our fears. 0, refresh us, 0, refresh us, O refresh us with thy gracf 123d~ OCEAN BURIAL.* "0, A'tnr me not in the deep, deep sea!" The worlds came low and liournfutlly Frim tile pallid lips of a youth, who lay CO his c;(a)in couch, at the close of (lay. lie had wasted and )itie(l, till o'er his brow The death-shade had slo-wly passed, and notw, NWhen the land and his fond loved homle were nigh, They had gathered around him to see him die. "0, bury me not in the deep, deep sea, VWhere the billowy shroud will roll over me, - Where no light will break through the dark, cold wave, And no sunbeams rest upon my grave. It matters not, I have oft been told, Where the body shall lie, when the heart is cold; _Yet grant ye, 0, grant ye this boon to me: 0, bury me not in the deep, deep sea! " For in fancy I've listened to the well-knownn words The free, wild winds, and the songs of the birds; I have thought of home, of cot and bower, And of scenes that I loved in childhood's hour. I ht d ever-hoped to be laid, when I died, In the churchyard there, on the green hill-side; lBy the bones of my fathers my grave should be,O, bury me not in the deep, deep sea! ".et my death slumbers be where a mother's prayer, And a sister's tear, shall be mingled there; O,'twill be sweet, ere the heart's throb is o'er, To knowi, when its fountains shall gush no imore, Tlhat those it so fondly hath yearned for will come, To plant the first wvild-flower of spring on nmy tomb. Let ioe lie where those loved ones will weep over me,O, bury me not in the deep, deep sea! "And there is another: her tears would be shed For hiitm who lay far in an ocean bed; In hoilrs that it p.iins me to think of now, She ha;ith twined these loc.ks, and hath kissed this brow.r In the hair she hbath wreathed shall the sea snake hiss? Atnd the brow she hath pressed shall the cohll wave kiss t Fir the sake of that bright nme that waiteth for me, 0, bur) me not in the deep, deep sea I Ocean TBurial - Concluded. Ii? ",Ohe blath been in my dreams "-his voice failed there Tt'hey gave no heed t; hlis diling prayer:'l'ich' hve lowered himt slwv o'er t }i sessel's side; Above hini lhias closed the da;rk, colil tilde: \,'hore to dlip their light wings the sea;-fowls rest, \\Vh.re the tlue waves danee o'er the ocean's crest, WVhere the b)illows bound, and the willds spllrt free,q1hey have buried hinl there, in the deep, deep sea. 0 SUMMER NIGHTI 0 St'.IuI.R night, So softly bright, How sweet the bower W'here sleeps the cradled flower! The light gale hies to rock her bed, And scatter dew around her head. Then o'er her flying, She whispers sighing, Sleep on till morning light, Sweet flower, good night, Sweet flower, good night, sweet flower, good night, Sweet flower, good night, good night. good night! No spoiler shall conie near thee, illlaby; i'o blight shall dare to sere thee, lullaby. 0 summer night, S., softly bright, Row sweet the bower Where sleeps thy cradled flower! T'.e light gale hies to rock her bed, Andl scatter dew around her head. TI'he bod reposes, IHer veil she closes; The gale sighs r,,,ound With softer soulld. Sweet flowt, goond night, till morning light, Sweet flower, grood n4ghlt, good nighlt, ood night Thy beauty's spell will charm thee, llilay;'o stcriny winds shall harm thee, lullaby. s 3fOdOMEWARD BOU7D1. OrT on an ocean all boundless, we ride; Wtre're homneward bouind, homeward bonund.'ossed on the waves of a rough, restless title, We're hmnveward bound, homeward,hotrnd. Far fronm the safe, quiet harlbor we've rode, Seeking our Father's celestial abhode, Pronise of which on us each he bestowed; We're homeward bound, homeward bound. Wildly the storm sweeps us on as it roars; We re homeward bound, homeward bound. Look! yonder lie the bright heavenly shores; We're homeward bound, homeward bound, Steady, 0 pilot! stand firm at the wheel! Steady! we soon shall outweather the gale; 0, how we fly'neath the loud creaking sail!'We're homeward bound, homeward bound. Into the harbor of heaven now we giide; WVe're home at last, home at last. Softly we drift on its bright silver tide; WV'e're home at last, home at last. Glory to God! all olir dangers are o'er; We stand secure on the glorified shore; Glory to God! we will shout evermore; We're home at last, home at last. YANKEE DOODLE. [Goodwin; FATHER and I went down to camp, along with Captaiit And there we saw the men and boys as thlick as hasty pudCHoltRS. [ding. 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