IWlV-feRSWLOF ILLIN01S4WRARY' M URJM^^MPAfGN f TAGK.-i 1 ‘I i. n x I-) o , Pul'/ishrtt hr Z'/ioma.s '/iyg $~Sm../.'t.h!/iea/istJc A f ? U O ‘J JAUO'i « dtiAS co ;■ ros iii? n o*ia c- . i4&v.. %<.?:• <■ /. , . r. H\ fthffl G h'(Wt woo a./ •• A,5iQii ;h>.' • ' \ ah ■ THE VOCAL COMPANION; OR, SINGER’S OWN BOOK: A CHOICE SELECTION OF NEARLY THREE HUNDRED ESTEEMED POPULAR SONGS, & c. &c. &c. 3Hrangeti for tf)e Ttolin, JFlute, anti l T otce. LONDON: PRINTED FOR THOMAS TEGG AND SON, CHEAPSIDE; TEGG AND CO., DUBLIN; R. GRIFFIN AND CO., GLASGOW; AND J. AND S. A. TEGG, SYDNEY AND HOBART TOWN. 1838 . LONDON : BALNE, PRINTER, GRACECHURCH STREET- ADVERTISEMENT. “ The Vocal Companion, or Singer’s Own r Book,” a complete Library of Music, which com- J prises nearly Three Hundred British Standard j/Songs, correctly arranged for performers on the /Violin, Flageolet, or Flute. The “ Child of Song ” is directed to the con- tents of the volume, in which he will find included Melodies of the most popular and beautiful character, selected from the works of Shakspeare, Dibdin, Burns, Gay, Byron, and Moore, whose polished compositions will not suffer in com- VI advertisement. parison with the poetry of ancient Greece, or of modern Gaul. It has been truly observed, “ there is no species of poetry (the productions of the Drama not excepted) so much calculated to influence the morals, as well as the happiness of a people, as those popular verses which are associated with the national airs, and which , being learned in the years of infancy, make a deep impression on the heart before the evolution of the powers of the understanding.” The poetry of the British bards is calculated to give a solid permanence to the scenes and the characters they have so exquisitely described. CONTENTS. PAGE A dose for the dons .... 123 Adieu to the village delights 389 Albion, thy sea-encircled isle (Glee) “ 120 Allen-a-Dale .... ... 287 An honest lawyer (Catch) . 403 As burns the charger .... 55 At eve I view 329 A traveller stopp’d 14 Auld Robin Gray 372 Awake, iEolian lyre (Glee) 78 Away with melancholy . . . 396 A weed flung on the shore . 316 PAGE By mason’s art 131 By the gaily circling glass . 290 Canst thou love me 355 Captain Wattle & Miss Roe £65 Ce que je desire 151 Cease your funning 9 C’est l’amour 147 Charming to love (Glee) . . 245 Come, sweet lass 270 Come under my plaidy ... 65 Corporal Casey 387 Crazy Jane 75 Bachelors’ Hall 231 Banish every fear 60 Behold the sweet flowers . . 252 Ben Backstay 132 Birks of Aberfeldy 266 Blow, blow, thou winter wind 391 Bonnie Jamie, O 345 Bonnie Kate 80 Bravura 169 Bridesmaid’s song 409 Britons, strike home .... 139 Dans un delire extreme . . 153 Dear object of defeated care 353 Death or victory 197 Death song uf the Indian . . 94 Deeply still (Chorus) .... 17 Depuis longtems 145 Diogenes surly and proud . 26 Donald 317 Ere around the huge oak . . 91 viii CONTENTS. Fair Semira Farewell to Lochaber . . . . Farewell ye storms Fill every glass Flow, flow thou limpid river Freedom’s contribution . . . Fruitful earth (Glee) . . . . Gardez vous Gin a body meet a body . . Go, Edmund, join the mar- tial throng Go, George, I can’t endure you Happy could I be with either Hai*k! Clarinda’s fingers move Hark! hark! the curfew’s solemn sound ....... Here’s a health to all good lasses (Glee) Here we meet too soon to part Home ! sweet attractor . . . Home, sweet home Honest nature answers, no . Hope told a flattering tale . How cheerful along the gay mead . . How stands the glass around How sweet in the woodlands How sweet this lone vale . . Hurrah! hurrah! Hushabee, my sweet wee Donald PAGE I cannot breathe good night to thee 247 I envy not the man 328 If o’er the cruel tyrant, Love 24 If you at an office 215 I have a silent sorrow ... 12 I, like a ship 213 I lo’e nae a laddie but ane . 181 In love should there meet . 29 In peace, love tunes .... 380 Isabel 173 I was, d’ye see, a waterman 300 I will wreathe a fairy bower 274 Jack’s fidelity 187 Jack’s gratitude 205 Jack, thou art a toper (Catch) 225 Jessie, the flow’r o* Dum- blane 330 John Anderson my jo . . . 34jtt Kate Kearney 199 Kitty of Coleraine 77 La sentinelle 157 Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting 386 Lash’d to the helm 291 Le gentil hussard 149 Le petit tambour 159 Le portrait 140 Le serment Francjais .... 144 Let’s have a dance 298 Lewis Gordon 211 Life’s a bumper (Glee) . . . 309 Lightly tread (Glee) .... 388 PAGE , 68 , 318 , 255 214 ' 353 70 200 142 405 335 360 20 269 401 261 21 265 45 196 410 172 293 13 192 242 185 CONTENTS. ix PAGE Love and Liberty 283 Louis, what reck I by thee . 322 Love’s solicitude 30 Maid of Athens 374 Mary’s sweet rose blossom’d gay 184 Masonic Glee 131 Meg of Wapping 365 Mind not what the grave ones say 49 Music’s the language .... 375 My friend and pitcher ... 92 My heart with love is beating 404 My mind is my kingdom . . 258 My mother bids me bind my hair 128 My Nannie, O 112 My spirits are mounting . . 398 Nan of Glo’ster Green . . . 385 Norah 32 Now good night 263 O, bring me wine 115 Of noble race was Shenkin 400 O, gin my love were yon red rose 186 O! haste, my dear lassie . . 340 Oh ! hush the soft sigh . . . 268 Oh! mine be the cottage . . 315 Oh ! tell me, love (Glee) . . 342 Oh ! touch, dear maid, the trembling string 333 Oh ! where are the eyes . .277 Old women we are 250 O, memory, thou fond de- ceiver 46 PAGE On a green bank ...... 321 One bottle more 134 O, no ! we never mention her 43 Ope thy casement, lady bright 183 Oscar’s ghost 190 O’er the muir amang the heather 256 Paddy, the piper 237 Paddy’s trip from Dublin . 228 Peace to the souls of heroes (Glee) 390 Plighted faith (Duet) .... 126 Ply the oar (Glee) ..... 397 Poor Jack 3 77 Poor Sally 130 Poor Tom 383 Pray, Goody . 11 Pretty Polly * 79 Prithee, friend, fill t’other pipe 299 Prospect of hope ...... 194 Queen Mary’s lamentation . 168 Red gleams the sun 104 Rise, Cynthia, rise ! 83 Rise, glory, rise 174 Rosabel 347 Rule, Britannia 411 Say what can make a woman fair 220 Sea-girt England 54 Send home my long stray’d eyes 384 CONTENTS. PAGE PAGE She never told her love . . . 127 Sigh no more, ladies .... 313 Sleep, gentle lady 364 Smiles and tears 193 Soft as the falling dew ... 219 Soldier, soldier, take off thy wine (Catch) 304 Sprig of shillelah 97 Still in hopes to get the better 248 Stranger, think me not too bold 217 Sweet object of the zephyr’s kiss 243 Sweetest May 191 Swift fly the hours 262 Take, oh! take those lips away 392 Tell her I’ll love her .... 418 Tell me where is fancy bred (Duet) 8 The bed of roses 285 The blind sailor 259 The boar hunters 64 The boatswain calls 280 The bonnie wee thing . . . 207 The bosom that bleeds ... 53 The brunette 348 The captive rival 208 The cuckoo song 84 The cypress wreath 295 The day returns 121 The Erl king 1 The flitch of bacon 362 The flower girl 337 The flowers of the forest . . 7 The fond appeal 221 The garland of love 179 The girl of my heart .... 416 The Greek sailor’s song . . 47 The land which no mortal . 277 The happy Swiss boy .... 119 The kiss, dear maid 368 The lamplighter 163 The last shilling 99 The life of an actor 354 The love that lights up youth’s fond eyes .... 246 The negro 122 The maid of Llanwellyn . . 343 The pain and the pleasure (Duet) 178 The parent oak 109 The plain gold ring 344 The post^ captain 38 The race horse 305 The rose 254 The rose-bud 264 The sapling 369 The season comes 320 The soldier’s return 201 The soldier’s adieu 223 The spring of the year ... 216 The storm 87 The tailors 42 The thieves are on the prowl (Glee) 93 The tired soldier 51 The traveller’s return .... 358 The true English sailor . . . 323 The way-worn traveller . . . 170 The weeping willow .... 240 The wither’d rose 6 The wolf 406 The woodland hallo ! . . . . 40 CONTENTS. xi PAGE PAGE The woodland maid .... 50 There be none of beauty’s daughters 210 There was a jolly miller . . 413 This bottle’s the sun of our table (Glee) 367 Thou hast left me ever, Jamie 44 Thou soft flowing Avon . . 308 Time drives the flocks ... 31 To Anacreon in heaven . . 136 To be jovial and gay .... 81 Tom Truelove’s knell ... 275 To-night 108 To sigh and complain .... 63 To the old, long life (Catch) 241 ’Twas within a mile of Edin- burgh 102 ’Twas you, sir 218 Touch the castanet 334 Under the greenwood tree .310 Under the rose 381 Unless with my Amanda blest 332 Victoria! let fame to the master be given (Chorus) 90 Vive Henri Uuatre 155 Vive l’amour 182 We fly by night 303 We should rejoice 297 Well-a-day, lack-a-day ... 351 We’ll drink, we’ll drink, boys 114 Weep my last farewell . . . 339 Were I laid 74 What can a young lassie? . 271 What can the matter be ? . 226 When a wife’s in her pout . 86 When for the world’s repose (Glee) 133 When forc’d from dear Hebe 4 When I breath’d a last adieu 419 When lovely woman stoops 350 When the hollow drum ... 95 When the rosy morn .... 162 When I gaz’d on a beautiful face 34 When order in the land ... 35 When war was heard .... 61 Where the bee sucks .... 82 Who’ll buy a heart 402 Why do yon lovely virgins mourn? 278 Why how now, Madam Flirt 10 William and Nancy 105 With faded roses strew the bier 273 Woman’s truth 62 Wapping old stairs 16 Water parted from the sea . 22 Waters of Elle 376 We adore thee, O Mary . . 204 Ye banks and braes 18 Ye spotted snakes 36 Yo, heave ho! . 234 Young Love 244 * THE VOCAL COMPANION. THE ERL KING. [dr. cajlcott.] poetry by lewis. 1 i 41 | h 5~:t d: — ±:i i ■ SL .... jj I l 5L.I tp; • r ^ *_ .... w d sS j. .x d3-_±i — -1- ^ - 1 • * — 1 Who is it that rides thro’ the forest so holds his young son in his arm, And B 2 jp p g — #- SZZIgl isl close in his mantle has wrapt him up sirs: warm. Why trembles my darling, why -b-p IP shrinks he with fear? My father, my » fr " & :: b b J — — s _ — 4 m i::- :: m M ±z:t 5 — k. Erl King with his crown and his beard long and mm *- white ; My child you’re de - ceiv’d by the I: mm vapours of night, My child you’re de- mu pours of Night. ceived by the va 3 If thou wilt, dear baby, with me go away, I’ll give thee fine garments, well play a fine play; Fine flowers are growing, white, scarlet, and blue, On the banks of yon river, and all are for you. My father, my father, and dost thou not hear, What words the Erl King whispers soft in my ear 9 Oh! hush thee, my child, set thy bosom at ease, Thou hear’st but the willows when murmurs the breeze, Thou hear’st but the billows when murmurs thebreeze. If thou wilt, dear baby, with me go away, My daughter shall nurse thee so fair and so gay ; My daughter in purple and gold who is drest, Shall love thee, and kiss thee, and sing thee to rest. My father, my father, and dost thou not see The Erl King and his daughter are waiting for me ? Oh ! shame thee, my infant, ’tis fear makes thee blind, Thou see’st the dark willows which wave in the wind* Thou see’st the dark willows which wave in the wind I love thee, I doat on thy features so fine, I must and will have thee, and force makes thee mine, j My father, my father, Oh ! hold me now fast; He pulls me, he hurts me, he’ll have me at last. The father he trembled, he doubled his speed, O’er hills and through forests he spurr’d his black steed; But when he arriv’d at his own castle door, Life throbb’d in the poor baby’s bosom no more. Life throbb’d in the poor baby's bosom no more, b 2 4 WHEN FORCED FROM DEAR HEBE. [DR. ARNE.] When forc’d from dear Hebe to go, What anguish I felt at my heart, And 1 thought, but it izsiis: gipliiiliiSlI might not be so, She was sor - ry to see me de- part ; She cast such a lan - guishing view, My -t r>, , mt path I could scarcely dis - cern ; So sweetly she & & JSk. bade me a - dieu ; I thought that she tr bade n>e re-turn, I thought that she bade me re-turn. 5 I thought she might like to retire To the grove I had labor’d to rear; For whatever I heard her admire, I hastened and planted it there. Her voice such a pleasure conveys, So much I her accents adore, Let her speak, and whatever she says, Fm sure still to love her the more. And now ere I haste to the plain, Come shepherds and talk of her ways ; I could lay down my life for the swain, That would sing me a song in her praise. While he sings may the maids of the town Come flocking and listen awhile; Nor on him let Hebe once frown, But I cannot allow her to smile. To see when my charmer goes by, Some hermit peep out of his cell, How he thinks of his youth with a sigh, How fondly he wishes her well ; On him she may smile if she please, ’Twill warm the cold bosom of age ; But cease, gentle Hebe, O cease, Such softness will ruin the sage. 6 I’ve stole from no flow Vets that grow, To paint the dear charms I approve, For what can a blossom bestow So sweet, so delightful, as love, I sing in a rustical way, A shepherd and one of the throng, Yet Hebe approves of my lay; Go poets and envy my song. THE WITHERED ROSE. Sweet object of the zephyrs’ kiss. Come, rose, come courted to my bower ; Queen of the banks ! the garden’s bliss ! Come, and abash yon tawdry flower. Why call us to revokeless doom ? With grief the opening buds reply ; Not suffered to extend our bloom, Scarce born, alas! before we die! Man having passed appointed years, — Ours are but days, — the scene must close And, when Fate’s messenger appears, What is he but a withered rose ? 7 i THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST. JL P=fc •^~s~ :E #-T- pigg =*3 The flow’rs of the forest in spring time were (f i= gay, And love brighten'd ev’ry soft pleasure of gEiEgiglig^ip ggiaF May, My Mary stray’d with me wher - e - ver i 7=-N- ~W: 3E went, And my heart was the mansion of isili sESta ■ 0 — 0 peace and content, But, alas! she lias left me for -£ ». FT = F I :2ZZff a— -«■ P isc-i-y pastimes more gay, And the flowers of the 1= jr — w — 1 11 — — — ~ — ET^- -- _ P-— ®r— m —— — P — & — d ■9 =::• F — p-- K== :g=_ £-f L* U fc H ty- 1 - ^ g 1^—L flowers of the fo - rest all wither a way. 8 1^1 The flow’rs of the forest in spring time were gay, And the smile of my Mary gave wings to the day, But past are those pleasures no more to return, Her charms I adore, and her falsehood I mourn, For alas ! she has left me for pastimes more gay, And the flow’rs of the forest all wither away. The flow’rs of the forest in spring time were gay, Like their fragrance, my bliss and fond hopes pass away, Fond hopes, which I caught from the glance of her eye, Now blighted by sorrow, fade, wither and die. For alas! she has left me for pastimes more gay, And the flow’rs of the forest all wither away. DUET. Tell me where is fancy bred. Or in the heart, or in the head ? How begot, how nourish’d ? — Reply. It is engender’d in the eye; With gazing fed, and fancy dies, In the cradle where it lies. Let us ring fancy’s knell : I’ll begin it, ding, dong, bell. 9 CEASE YOUR FUNNING, Cease your funning, force or cunning, tHS- - 'jr— ■£ — h p ; ^ :s 2. a _ . -h. ®- g -d -h yj j g Ne - ver shall my heart trepan, All your -^*-2 -i r -=—1 & = T * - "1 __ — : •& _ F -J | r J 1 K (4V a I. t 1 t r i y2 — = — M i sal-lies, are but ma-lice, To seduce my -n~* *-r =k_-L_...-J _E =P ST“ ' A. ! ^ *- 18 'Ji: a ' ' constant man. ’Tis most certain, by their flirting, gHupgri ip Women oft have en - vy shewn, Pleas’d to ruin — ps— — ^ ^ — r - — - 7* - ^ TI 7r « r -a - , r * •! -d J -* 1 R rte r~®^ - __ o ± .1 «L ®__UJ l- — aM-u — - — aj other’s wooing, Never happy in their own. 10 WHY, HOW NOW, MADAM FLIRT. Why, how now, Madam Flirt, If you needs must !si Fp* chatter, And are for flinging dirt, - m* Let's try who best can Polly. sa m SpI spat - ter. Madam Flirt. Why, how now, saucy SgfS 3S m jade, Sure the wench is tipsy, How can you see me made, - *•- ------ The f-E-t jlSgzpt i sport of such a gip - sy, sau - cy jade. 11 PRAY GOODY. £ ill 1 Pray goody, please to moderate the rancour of your a~ z^= tongue, Why flash those sparks of fury from your eyes. m £ £ Remember when thejudgment’s weak, the prejudice is * h — £ qr2.:zzzi mm 3- : f= ill strong, A stranger why will you despise. Ply me, try me, .®__b n__n_£ ® i £££5 ge Prove ere you deny me, If you cast me off you’ll blast me TT« t=z=r— -fr— h— ct A r » 3 .j— r. r 9 ^ LY5 ® ® ® 1 f — ® * - e “ « f i l— F= - ±±= 5 - 1 a Never more to rise. Pray goody please to moderate the *> — L ^9= t=z£^s Yr G)-<< L ^ rancour of your tongue, Why flash those sparks of fnrv nr*— d fcrrtns d rH F* . -v . -k /VT *..3 T , » d L . # - - b LJ — ^ # b from your eyes, Remember when the judgment’s weak nr*:r~*:£-;r F" H ^ dm 3JSJS to J r _ » ... ^ cts — :: ^ H _ ,, .. H s $ b the prejudice is strong, A stranger why will you despise. 12 I HAVE A SILENT SORROW. 5F-2T-5-- XT — ’~W~~ 0-- - ar — ; — jr-- — W fr-rH . E. • K W U- • I have a silent sorrow here, A grief I’ll ne’er im- .TP j 9 .. | 9. _A_ t e. a . _ 9 4*- F H - — E_*_j MS E_ -- I 1 2r: 5 !T part,’ It breathes no sigh, it sheds no tear, But ir\ -- C=±= ! ' ^ ^ .. w rn Tj -H - VT * b y b i y F« 1 S it consumes my heart. This cherish’d woe, this -77- • ■ :: ~ :: ■ :zr : :r:: : a arr r i ; ^ ^ 9 • .-L-J.. . _ .J m f TNj i _____ ... 1 -A l if- * 1 U— 2J, SI 21 WWW 1 lov'd despair, My lot for e - ver be, - So my soul’s lord, the pangs 1 bear, Be never, never known by thee. And when pale characters of death, Shall mark this alter’d cheek, When my poor wasted trembling breath, My life’s last hope would speak. I shall not raise my eyes to heav’n, or mercy ask for me, My soul despairs to be forgiven, Unpardon’d, love, by thee. 13 HOW SWEET IN THE WOODLANDS. — - — -r “IT 1 A, J 1 . $ wm * r v (±> A- -4 r^afc -4 « * Lp- : ^ y J How sweet in the woodlands with fleet hound and gnn £ Hit horn, To waken shrill echo and taste the fresh morn, ^ j* x ft-*- -3— -f=f— - rr r X T “ p _ '.p 1 . X yl U JU -U L > — J- ± But hard is the chace my fond heart must pur- jr!*- q T-J-n— y j .. i ^ P In - ■ P - ^ — e w « .j ™ rrrst Ui u .. ® —f— «- u ■-TT- C5SPC sue, For Daphne, fair Daphne is lost to my tr view, She's lost, fair Daphne is lost to my view. Assist me, chaste Dian, the nymph to regain, More wild than the roe- buck, and wing’d with disdain In pity o’ertake her, who wounds as she flies, Tho’ Daphne’s pursued ’tis Mirtillo that dies. 14 A TRAVELLER STQPT. i *=£=* A traveller stopt at a widow’s gate, She kept an inn and he wanted to bait, She ii iippuiinii piiii kept an inn and he wanted to bait, But the fcu 3=f Z widow she slighted her guest, But the widow she H K=K: m slighted herguest, Forwhennature was formingan m ug - ly race She cer-tain-ly moulded the m e£e£=e i tra-veller’s face, She cer-tain-ly moulded the #._iL fee ppplil tra-veller’s face, As a sample for all the WM rest, As a sample for all the rest. 15 The chambermaid's sides were ready to crack, When she saw his queer nose, and the hump on his back ; (A hump isn't handsome, no doubt :) And though ’tis confess’d that the prejudice goes, Very strongly in favour of wearing a nose, A nose should'nt look like a snout. A bag full of gold on the table he laid, 'T had a wond'rous effect on the widow and maid, And they quickly grew marvellous civil : The money immediately alter'd the case, They were charm'd with his hump, and his snot, and his face, Though he still might have frighten'd the devil. He paid like a prince, gave the widow a smack, And flopp’d on his horse, at the door, like a sack ; While the landlady, touching the chink, Cried, ‘ sir, should you travel this country again, I heartily hope that the sweetest of men Will stop at the widow's to drink.' WAPPING OLD STAIRS. % — N — ©■ ~ 4 p: V ' ty)— 1 Y “‘A : • 2 our Molly h -j— s :-® — t i jgjSLi as ne ver been false s r v "tr — — E! ;he declares, Since =j=fl=f=qft w — « - bM TIT last time we parted at Wappingold stairs, When I Sglifeii 4 — 4- swore that I still would continue the same, And gave you the ’bacco box, mark’d with my name, And £ 12 is: -£ *4- gave you the 'bacco box mark'd with my name, ggiigi mm When I pass'd a whole fortnight, be - tween decks i Hip £ £ ±:=*; with you, Did 1 e'er give a kiss, Tom, to one of your mm phi : ^=g: 4 — & crew. To be useful andkind,with my Thomas I stay’d, tr S-iFffra gi For his trowsers I wash'd, and his grog too I made. 17 Tho’ you promis’d, last Sunday, to walk in the Mall, With Susan from Deptford, and likewise with Sal, In silence I stood, your unkindness to hear, • And only upbraided my Tom with a tear. Why should Sal, or should Susan, than me be more priz’d, For the heart that is true, it should ne’er be despis’d, Then be constant, and kind, nor your Molly forsake, Still your trowsers I’ll wash and your grog too I’ll make. CHORUS.— DEEPLY STILL. Deeply still, without a motion, Lies the bosom of the deep ; While each breeze that roams the ocean. On its surface seems to sleep. Scarcely swells a single wave. All is silent as the grave. — But heaven grows brighter, The clouds part asunder, Loud murmurs the sea breeze That slumber’d before ; The ship spreads her pinions, The billows break under Her prow as she passes ; But, lo ! ’tis the shore. % . ij *v 18 YE BANKS AND BRAES. is &Z gffrrf: £EI Ye banks and braes o’ bon - ny Doon, How i pezgi if-! ^3® can you bloom sae fresh and fair, How can ye sing, ye wm 5=&e : 3 =: in little birds, While I’m sae wea-ry fu’ o’ care? i i Ye’ll break my heart, ye lit - tie birds, That & m m 'm T warble on the flow’ry thorn, Ye mind me o’ de- m w — -«■ parted joys, De - parted, ne - ver to return. Aft hae I stray’d by bonny Doon, To see the rose and woodbine twine, And hear ilk bird sing of its love, As fondly sae did I of mine. 19 Wi’ lightsome heart I pil'd a rose, Sae sweet upon its thorny tree, But my fause love has stowen the rose, And left the sharpest thorn to me. O blow, ye flow’rs, your bonny bloom, And draw the wild buds to the burn. For Lamon promis’d me a ring, And ye maun aid me, should I mourn O na, na, na, ye needna bloom 1 My een are dim and drowsy worn, Ye bonny birds, ye needna sing, For Lamon never will return. My Lamon’s love, in broken sighs, At dawning day by Doon ye’se hear, At mid-day, by the willow green, For him 1*11 shed the silent tear. Sweet birds ! I ken ye’ll pity me, And join me wi’ a plaintive song, While echo waked, to aid the moan, I mak for him I lo’ed sae long. 20 HAPPY COULD I BE WITH EITHER. How hap - py could I be with ei - ther, -7T&-* A, ^ i - 3 — n— & -=4 d ■ •< : * 1 Were t’ o - ther dear charmer a - way, But while you thus tease me together. To neither a ”7r*r^ 3r—' . ... . — 1 i /a in r - • I rr\ z » 1 • a ^ - — 4 J word will I say, But tol de rol lol de rol, T* T ! * i 1 W rn\m ■ ^ rrr^ - ' w CZ L_l_ _ _ W --*—4 ~ 1 — = lol de rol, tol de rol lol de rol la, But tol de rol lol de rol lol de rol, tol de rol lol de rol la. 21 HERE WE MEET TOO SOON TO PART ll|^pll&l£§ Here we meet too soon to part, Here to leave will I® 55 * 35 ! H 333?3=^s: f=sw raise a smart, Here I'll press thee to my heart, Wher e §Hi 5 if ®— fr# none have place a-bove thee, Here I vow to ■*-=*- ■±zA love thee well, could but words unseal the spell, r*-fv~HS 3 4 . ~ i., 11 l > 1 I T Had but language strength to tell, I'd say how much I love thee. Here we meet too soon to part. m Here to leave will raise a smart, Here I’ll press the lll§si=fli§i! 5 I to my heart, Where none have place above thee. 22 Here the rose that decks thy door. Here the thorn that spreads thy bow’r, Here the willow on the moor, The birds at rest above thee. Had they light of life to see, Sense of soul like me and thee, Soon might each a witness be, How doatingly I love thee. Here we meet, &c. WATER PARTED FROM THE SEA. — i~T - — r-r“G22 - ■ A C9..71 JT m - 1 . Ln /» s_ I ' r r • a ^ ZT.ZA" jAM * & ' -J :a:±* s* * ::::£ Water part-ed from the sea, - - May in- tr » A. _r 1 # iT ^ „ - » * K. «... f y\ _ r r * a i r F =f=: crease the ri - ver’s tide, To the bubbling *7T^. 9 m ff * f-— ►r - =rs :=rs a r p . r ri n » * ri i r t L r g • I r I y2_L_i 1 — i fount may flee, Or thro’ tr “7T^ ^ 1 p _ ■ ~ n i • 7 k ~ _pr a 1 J J i ... . r- - ~ rTs ... r F 1 J • J . e r " fer - tile val - lies glide. Though in 23 -rr^ — ~ ; 9~ — — j * .. (W _L . i r 2 « i ^ c 2 t - -n [I - A — search of lost re - pose, Thro* the murmurs as it flows, pant - ing tr tHH nr 7^-— Zl eL .u . r . r -r 3 r -j- $4 P M L _r__ ■ r _. e y2 ez. L " 1 L-t- t=pr for its ria - tive home, Tho’ in search of TT V ' PT T 7L _:t~ r - _. HI. r -r> - & -r - r -p~i r:s> f.A\ . . I j _ ]m J d t r H ( rT - * 3 _ .3 i® ® 4 - — i— - fZX lost re - pose, Thro’ the land Tis free to flows, Pant - ing for its na - tive home. 24 IF O’ER THE CRUEL TYRANT LOVE. *_JL. - tr tr m ^ AZ 5-2313-.. El ~r 'I — -i— t * a n~r ** 0- J H — - x =S2* If o’er the cru - el ty - rant love, A tr tr conquest I be - liev’d The flattering er - ror tr tr tr tr LT“ iT : - A 5 13IJ- 3 os zErm* :c ?~_:r i 1 -U- -- E- ^ cease to prove, O let me be deceiv’d, O et me be deceiv'd, O let me be de- ceiv'd. For - bear to fan the gen - tie -nrs* ' — - 5 H I A V . % ■ . /m ... ft'- pm n 1 S f s 1 rTv „ « - u ■eras — m .£ flame, which love did first ere - ate. What 25 T“'^1 — "1 — T" 1 N — r A - & __ 3 ■ 1 * J -H-PT-T C ■ ^ ~ _ x. ^ — - 4 — & k T ~ 1 good, Because in good wine there is truth; But — ~rrn— “^-±nr:~ — 2 • , « , 2 1 af yi £— d— [ — - _ x.p^- S t — growing as poor as a Job, And un-a-ble to pur- s=T=F=£=| p — P ....w A. — chase a flask, I t 1 ie chose for 1 *- • £ iis mansion < *:.d a tu 4 b, Ar ' id -7r ft— K i i h ^ — — 1 I m- J~r Ah. _ _ - I -J rT? v ^ ( a 1 t m. M ® 1 ~ -~2 w*< i -- — 4 . ^ -j liv’d by the scent of his ca - - - - - r B=r--=3=H— "5 [- pi "■T! Tv h . •r* 9 • E. j H fi rts D . » ...t P « a it " 1" 'J si k. L_^ 3? H sk, And liv’d by the scent of his cask. 27 1^1 1^1 Heraclitus would never deny A bumper to cherish his heart, And, when he was maudlin, would cry, Because he had empty’d his quart: Though some were so foolish to think He wept at men’s folly and vice, When ’twas only his custom to drink ’Till the liquor ran out of his eyes. Democritus always was glad To tipple and cherish his soul, Would laugh like a man that was mad, When over a jolly full bowl. While his cellar with wine was well stor’d, His liquor he’d merrily quaff, And when he was drunk as a lord, At those that were sober he’d laugh. Copernicus, too, like the rest, Believ’d there was wisdom in wine, And knew that a cup of the best Made reason the brighter to shine. With wine he replenish’d his veins, And made his philosophy reel, Then fancy’d the world as his brains, Turn’d round like a chariot wheel, c 2 23 Aristotle, that master of arts, Had been but a dunce without wine, For what we ascribe to his parts, Is due tc the juice of the vine. His belly, some authors agree, Was as big as a watering trough, He therefore leap'd into the sea, Because he’d have liquor enough. When Pyrrho had taken a glass, He saw that no object appear'd Exactly the same as it was, Before he had liquor'd his beard ; For things running round in his drink, Which sober he motionless found, Occasion’d the sceptic to think There was nothing of truth to be found Old Plato was reckon'd divine, Who wisely to virtue was prone ; But, had it not been for good wine, His merit had never been known. By wine we are generous made, It furnishes fancy with wings, Without we ne’er should have had Philosophers, poets, or kings. 29 IN LOVE SHOULD THERE MEET. ~77 — S— g — :i r ^ • j\ ' w t a a • m r rr\ o zn_T ^ ^ ^ r r J b — u-± In love should there meet a fond ■_ - J N . 1 T m : nr r A. * A _1_ _ * r F‘ " - £ A r n. r 9 i M L?L i Li ^ 1 W pair Un-tu-tor’d by fash -i- on or art, Whose i * i fj H 2V7J- . . _^i 9 r _ zr . R T 1- | - -J- r ... f -r v2 t: s 2 : :s • * . “ : a:* -L aught of sub-stan-tial de-light On this side the st ?fp ars can tt be jF ‘ found, Tis sure tt b when that co F »u-ple u- S': — i L* - t£= n ® -i- . p " J nite, And Cu - pid by Hy - men is crown’d 30 *0»<0.v^w5^ LOVE’S SOLICITUDE. i When clouds that an -gel face de-form, H==ipiiE Anx - i - ous I view the grow - ing storm ; When an - gry light - nings arm thine eye, And speak the threat - en d tern - pest nigh, And i n in lili E SS- ft I s IpE b!= r 5= & ' ' Ik. t £-E - E :E_Lt£r =t = speak the threat - en’d tern - pest nigh, And is speak the threat - en’d tern - pest nigh, I llllgilliil curse the sex. and bid a - dieu To fe-male friend-ship, love, and you ; I curse the sex, and bid a - 31 • f 7 1 4 W 1 1 H T~~ r — i $ C -Q- - T ---i r- Lh r .JLl. S' JLZ i 1 — SU C- - . ,-L. -L- „u.. . .. .1 dieu to fe - male friend - ship, love, and you, & * — — 1 £=j fT\ ^ ; - ! r r ** L_ n _ l t m t: - -- * U BHaca \ 1 love and you, to fe - male friend - ship, 1 P * r— 7r r rr:<-l r-, w L. B L LlZL r L. J W -j: L - £ ' — 11 u L_p — L^U-U^ love and you, to fe-male friend-ship, love and you. But when soft passions rule your breast, And each kind look some love has dress’d ; When cloudless smiles around you play. And give the world a holiday, I bless the hour when first I knew Dear female friendship, love and you. SONG. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When n\ers rage, and rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb ; The rest complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward winter reck’ning yields ; A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall. 32 NORAH. I '=-8d In the gar - den of love, as the gar - den of 'ijipifMggSlgpig Flo-ra, Are flovv’rs of all hue to ad-mire and a- =E::t m :=g— =:fi: dore - a ; As the rose bears the sway in the msi ■ 5 - 5 - ST P NT gar-den of Flo-ra, In the gar* den of love the first ■rr -i" ] ■ .» ® ^ Y - s. _ . ^ ^ ” si L r?\ $ gg * pt L £ i • * . “"J i * * S flow’ - ret is No - rah ; Not the rose of the “s . : ± zS **112 ± ^ t /l ^ ... ¥ _ . _L _L_ fry « 1 L S3 * a U T 9^— — £ EH _ !_• j spring should in - vite me to sing, Not the k— ~j -£ -I d2 _ A 1 L_ -J . JL Eff — fTt ^ ZT [ . . .. £ _L-_. . ^TL_ LJ . ^-0 _ w ~ ^ J - ^ ~ rose of the spring should in - vite me to sing, should in - vite me to sing The flow’ - ret of 33 Flo-ra new-grac T d by Au - ro - ra, Au - ro - ra, nor Flo-ra can match with my No-rah, my No-rah, my No rah,Au-ro-ra,norFio-racan match with my No-rah, How long then, dear girl, must I kneel and implore-a, How long must I kneel and thy beauty adore-a ? As the rose fades away in the garden of Flora, So the rose will decay that delights in my Norah. Thee, my rose, will I sing, Thou sweet bud of the spring; No rose blooms so fair in the garden of Flora, A rose without thorn is the beauty of Norah. WHEN I GAZED ON A BEAUTIFUL FACE. ■•fr^pE- — tv 3E :c=£: When I gaz’d on a beau-ti - ful face, Or a ii ipptii form which my fancy approv’d, I was pleas’d with its sweetness and grace, And falsely believ'd that I lov’d ; But my heart, tho’ it strove to de- ceive, The in - justice it would not al - low, I could look, I could like, I could leave, but I tr never could love till now. Ah! never, no never, ah! — h— ^ — k-{*— rw-P-ar 0 SESBEEE W bwWwal never, no never, I never could love till now. 35 WHEN ORDER IN THE LAND. T+-* -i H V- — | -r-r =— £— T AT ^ H d . j. » - r. -i ..m rr\ itt n a •• zFr i _L i ■ ® 92 4 L -I When order in the land commenc’d, With TT ~ “ ! — T — — 1 5* - -j- 71- ? . . _ W ns JA c ' i • ** 1 92 -4 -■ Al-fred’s sacred laws, Then sea-girt Britons, IT W • - 1 C =— -5— n 7 L ; * ^ r 1 r W ■ r • u ^ rb 1 ... 1 r- - r . .! L • 9 92 ^ 5 j L L close - ly fenc’d, join’d in one com-mon -pr n " Tl Pt P ..p . A k r if ■ ■ 4 - (d L t L_ fTv r r . a I i L r . _ CT7 i— j ^ r— cause ; The glorious name, an Englishman, struck n *- n -f* n j i n i "5 ■■ M _ j .1 1™ . 1 ij ... _ .. MTV • A * 1 J .A 1 _ W • ... * !— J l— e) <& b J — i—3 *=* terror to the foe, And con-qu’ring William mm 3 fix’d a fame, that shall for ages grow. On nrv : .. -1 -J t- j«^ T /vrr- ■ * r © a__ n_. 1 r_ rr^rnrr f TV F . r_ a ® I - - i r b x X Albion’s cliffs let commerce smile, and cheering plen ty IF -ft -T-i i — T- a- s - “ h T /v. ■} p* - -J - A i B -J f\s L r .. _ «• ® r a n r r ~ t y2J * 1 U J bring, Then sweet content shall bless the isle, and & x 0 „ & . & • i r*n-r'o A_ £ J J .. a £i p- x . j I® f i3 Lis Pm . r V^-l w -L > — -l M George its gracious king, and George its gracious king. 36 YE SPOTTED SNAKES ! ■3 Ye spotted snakes, with double tongue, Thorny ms 2 3= £ hedge-hogs be not seen ! Newts and blind worms i do no wrong, Come not near our fairy - e[ 2. —a. & p — rv 9 ?5-— 3 — E==s-- -p L • jj-1 m queen, come not near our fai-ry queen. Phi-lo mel with me-lo - dy, Sing in your sweet lulla- by lul-la lul-la lul-la - by lul-la lul-la lul-la- mm by. Never harm, nor spell, nor charm, Come our Sp love - ly la - dy nigh ; So good night, so good light, so good night, with lul - la lul - la- jpl-j Z--p--z*z* EiECElftlilE^EEIE jfE±-9-±l by lul-la lul-la lul-la - by lul-la lul-la lul-la -by. 37 NANNIE, O. Be-hind yon hills where Lu - ga flows, Many 7v _ * _Z1 ^ .. . J 1 Ztl.t-. "T— r . IfrT CS_4. -J 1- n n - ® r ,r — r — -a. — a — 4 — J-dl “*■ — — L moors an’ mosses many, O, The wintry sun the nr _.....* e __ .d d . * ! n:^-. p ...... r A _ ... 31 F I IT\ r .. _ i — :: day has clos’d, And I’ll awa to Nannie, O ; The mm west - lin ? wind blaws loud and shrill, The 7T d d: :: n A, F 1 7a r ® . . J d ^ ... M yi - — 4 night’s baith mirk and rainy, O ; But I’ll -nr — , -i K J »_ ffi. £ :: in i a P'-j- -p- r 3 . - L i — —L get my plaid, and out I’ll steal, And nr -P’ 9 ; , - — pl j ■7T- r w .. e ^ ^ Ei u m — r Z r . c C .. !_ U U - -BUI „ ^ j- , .I _ l_ JEJ2 owre the hills to Nan - nie, 0. My Nannie’s charming, sweet, and young, Nae artfu’ wiles to win ye, O ; May ill befa’ the flatt’ring tongue That wad beguile my Nannie, O, 38 THE POST-CAPTAIN. giipE m When Steervvell heard me first impart Our i 7 \ ~n r'_ r f _ r __ L_ L 4 • U t- B brave commander's story. With ardent zeal his F=F ^U-*< s * J — * Ji- -1— J j -Ji youthful heart Swell’d high for naval glory. Re- solv'd to gain a valiant name, For bold adventures P | , ... k r, h* ! w i _L_ f*-T j 4 i . p* - i .. * s - £ ' « I ' ® 5B_*r — 3 . & 1— ea-ger, When first a little cabin-boy on tt ~ “ e r : rr t 7T 0 . ~ P * „L J X r -Vs n r L __L f | 1 * - -U J -L J- 1 board the Fame, He would hold on the p P~ *— — * ^ -j . : . & <“ r- E ' ' P ^ 4 ... . _ rrs: j r r 9Z ^ , 2= : — — jig-ger, While ten jolly tars, with mu-sic-al £ f t« 5= rr-r irfciir 3 =S3: tt- ■“ n ^ ^ ■ re. - 4 — x- .j _p ® & j. jg — ktj -« B Joe, Hove the an-chor a-peak singing yco heave = 7**- ®-- 6 - :=p- K r - L ■ ^ ■ Jb- - UbkI J .-1 — : — veo, yeo, yeo, yeo, yeo, yeo, yeo heave yeo. 39 'Ol jr—f—r $ : i :=T 1-T-r — n © ^9 M, Lj> L. 3 - ^ a 7 L- - ^ ^ i Ten jol-ly tars with mu-sic-al Joe, Hove t imv ^ Mi r" he -n — nr : - vr - ^ 7ST : J _ — 4- - 3 4 | 9 - -■ f . * - 4- -& an - chor a -n- t - peak, hove 1 die £ m - chor a - •X 1 .9 ' -r ;; -P r?rs r n w c \ c -5 ® X— c z p peak, sing - ing yeo heave yeo. To hand top-gallant sails next he learned, With quickness, care, and spirit, Whose generous master then discerned, And prized his dawning merit; He taught him soon to reef and steer, When storms convulsed the ocean, Where shoals made skilful vet’rans fear, Which marked him for promotion ; As none to the pilot e’er answered like he, When he gave the command, hard a-port. ! helm a-lee ! Luff, boys, luff, keep her near, Clear the buoy, make the pier. None to the pilot e’er answer’d like he, When he gave the command, hard a-port? helm a lee ! Luff, boys, luff, keep her near, Clear the buoy, make the pier. 40 THE WOODLAND HALLO ! [j. LORD.] COPYRIGHT. r w - e: -p- — — T /V 5 XX -ar w T f ... .. P- P - ns _r 12 r *r L* I w 331 — S — P — 1 L -4 — ^ &— g — i In our cottage that peeps from the “TT“ 4*- — g- Tsr— gr ;■ Ml- . . yV J _ » . » r ^ a ... m ® ^ , , J 1 ■ F- k - ^ . *. r f J , tr . . -B— g -l- B --5 3 b-P- w L — t skirts of the wood, I am mistress, no mother have iiiil I ; No mother have I ; yet blythe are my days, for my father is good, And kind is my lover, hard-by: They both work to-gether be- iiiiiliEfiiiiiii neath the green shade, Both woodmen, my father and 41 '-O. -O. -rr— — — rr-s— ~ t 7ST 77* „ -1 ‘ . . Z. • -| j? f TS 1 K p 1 r fi_ . 5S. If* rK r b, — 4 — — | Lr*-** Joe. Where I’ve listen’d whole hours to the echo that "77 - 3-^5 a. * ^ 1 N y A 9 ttS |EF - I 8L. • Lf S , d — ! B P s 4 “ 1 -J L — 1 t — £* X made So much of a laugh or Hallo ! Hal- lo! So much of a laugh or Hallo ! From my basket at noon they expect their supply, And with joy from my threshold I spring; For the woodlands I love, and the oaks waving high, And the echo that sings as I sing. Though deep shades delight me, yet love is my food, As I call the dear name of my Joe ; His musical shout is the pride of the wood, And my heart leaps to hear the — Hallo! Simple flowers of the grove, little birds live at ease, I wish not to wander from you ; I’ll still dwell beneath the deep roar of your trees, For I know that my Joe will be true. 42 The trill of the robin, the coo of the dove, Are charms that I’ll never forego, But resting through life on the bosom of love, Will remember the Woodland Hallo ! THE TAILORS. (A fencing duet.) To-morrow I your sport will spoil, IVe learnt to fence — and here's my foil. For one, two, three, and away ! Sir, I’m your man ; don’t look so fierce ; I’ll parry carte and parry tierce . He’s quite the thing, I do declare. Ay, now sir ! there ! and there ! and there ! ( Fencing.) With one, two, three, and away! I had you then ! Phoo ! devil a bit ! A hit, a hit, I swear a hit ! (Fencing.) With one, two, three, and away ! Yes, there, I own, you had me plump, I'll make you hop, and skip, and jump. Huzza! the day’s my own, I swear, So, there! and there ! and there! and there! ( Fencing) With one, two, three, and away ! 43 O NO! WE NEVER MENTION HER. [scot’s air.] WORDS COPYRIGHT. We do not often mention her, Her 3sz$~:5: :3: ■=* H zts: name is seldom heard, Yet mem’ry holds, as — P-2— , — i — r» — k — n ■ H - - ®. &£zi p — 4 ~ : :: ± *- : : t-r' : U — X ever dear, That still enchanting word ; From place to place they carry me, In hope that my re-gret, For one so lov’d may pass a -way; But ne’er shall i for - get. They’d have me find, in change of scene, The pleasures others see, But such delights will ne’er again Have any charms for me. 44 And though I never more behold The spot where first we met, Nor do I see the willow tree, Yet, can I e’er forget? THOU HAST LEFT ME EVER, JAMIE Thou hast left me ever, Jamie, Thou hast left me ever; Thou hast left me ever, Jamie, Thou hast left me ever. Often hast thou vowed that death Only should us sever, Now thou’st left thy lass for ay — - I will see thee never ! Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie, Thou hast me forsaken; Thou hast me forsaken, Jamie, Thou hast me forsaken. Thou canst love another maid, While my heart is breaking; Soon my weary eyes I’ll close, Never more to waken, Jamie ; Never more to waken. 45 HOME, SWEET HOME! [SICILIAN AIR.] WORDS COPYRIGHT. i§=Ieep§i§ mpi Mid courts and mid pleasures, tho’ fc=fc size oft we may roam, , Be it never so r n r . > 1 r i V ¥ r i J a h i i w m : Z. 3 r • y * a • • J . - J I r b" L_J L - J L a ! ~ — U — lowly, what place is like home? So i “i A " r" r . — » . _ 7 ZA .1 TP .. [Vy I r- ■ - - « ■ 15 . 7P_. sc s5p:_c — ! b ^ — ~ - t? ± 8L. X heav’nly a charm seems to be with us tj t — ar — - — 1 > A, . . - 9 • | : c — * 9 ' » f n a ■ t k ~ r -t — 1 g-3 L US, * c- 1 ' i- 1 there Which, tho’ sought thro’ the world, we shall not meet else - where. Home, Home, 46 tr -p _ ' 1 — T — r j ... . "J frs . — ► “ a * t n r t -S — — -7- — —J L .2- fl L x Sweet, sweet Home, Sweet, sweet Home, What S - - n~-J| place is like Home? What place is like Home ? A wand’rer from home, all enjoyments are vain ; Give me then my humble dear cottage again, Where the birds sang so gaily, and came at my call ; Oh ! give me sweet peace of mind, dearest of all. Home, Home, Sweet, sweet Home, &c. SONG. O Memory, thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever, And turning all the past to pain 5 Thou, like the world, the opprest oppressing, Thy smiles increase the wretch’s woe ! And he who wants each other blessing, In thee must ever find a foe. 47 THE GREEK SAILOR’S SONG. [C. H. PURDAY.] COPYRIGHT* r “ = ~r ~:r“ $ :: : ii TV r f ► 5 1 S-- Q i — J ** f • — — — The moon shines bright arid the bark bounds light, As the stag bounds o-ver the ss 3^ X =t= i=P lea; - -We love the strife of a &ZZW.Z M a & ft 1 • - T. S- > = « sailor's life, And we love our dark blue mmm mm sea. - - Now high, now low, to the depths we go, Now rise on the surge a- ^=N gain; We make a track o’er the 48 — j * ► s ::: * • .r ► f \ . .1 L 1 i - ... 9 1 r L r . ,_i . ' 11 .. 5 s* - x U £ ^ 23 *? ^ ocean’s back, And play with his 'hoary * 7 r ^ 9- — t — 9- X — ^ T r; 2 r t ^ • w t ... r r a T W X 1 i — b— t — 1 mane. We make a track o’er the iiliiiiiiiij ocean’s back, And play with his hoary mane. Fearless we face the storm in its chace, When the dark clouds fly before it; And meet the shock of the fierce Si-roc, Though death breathes softly o'er it. The landsman may quail at the shout of the gale ; Peril’s the Sailor’s joy; Wild as the waves, which the vessel braves, Is the lot of the Sailor boy; Wild as the waves, which the vessel braves. Is the lot of the Sailor boy. 49 MIND NOT WHAT THE GRAVE ONES SAY. [t. garter.] rr 1 m P- 1 -a — 1 T yr v i 1 9 « . j. j j i r rs irr ! - ----- r L_ Jl 1 1 — - - A I Mind not what the grave ones say, vT" IT © ^ ' .. JZ ^ _ -J EL .. rr^ r i — • r_ r ff .... •» ^ - M 2-1 yj — 1 t — — -L bj ** 9 Let us live for - - plea - - sure ; -rrz +w f: : ■■ - - : . :: r *■ w r s j r rvs c : _ . _ r ~r r w ^ _ _ . . -^u - - 1 1 . * Sport, and frolic all the day, — p. ¥ __T P— y~ ff TO~ i W © r- ‘11 • rry IT . r 1 . ttb . ^ :: - t -JJL: Not con - fin'd to - - mea - sure ; D 50 % — —Z3=~ 3=F=: i — J M Z _• Seize the moments whi le we can, £ — * — * % , \ i - p =44 y2 - l <3 — * a :: 1:JJ Death will soon de - stroy it. Cynics, Stoics, all agree, Youth’s the season made for joy ; What is health and liberty, If our time we don’t employ ? Let us then enjoy this hour, Nor let fleeting moments pass; Or we soon shall lose the pow’r To enjoy a cheerful glass. THE WOODLAND MAID. The woodland maid, my beauty’s queen, In nature’s simple charm array’d, This heart subdues ; — that matchless mien Still binds me to the woodland maid. Let others sigh for mines of gold. For wide domain, for gay parade ; I would, unmoved, such toys behold, Possessed of thee, sweet woodland maid. 51 THE TIRED SOLDIER. [t. combe.] Bold and expressive . The ti - red Soldier, bold and brave, Now n=i i =S EE: yests his wea- ry feet, And to the shel-ter Dim, m HiMi i=znt of a grave, Has made a safe re treat. f To him the trumpet’s piercing breath, Calls MU 3 forth to arms in vain, Ned quarter’d in the S^y :ftz~E arms of death Ned quarter’d in the arms of death, Will ne-ver march, march again, Will d 2 52 Dim (?) f i - i r -J- - m frfc a, l r «• ^ n r If • i r vLd i FZf | — J ~ p :: never never march a- gain. To him the trumpet’s n P piercing breath Calls forth to arms in vain, Ned quarter’d in the arms of death, Ned quarter’d in the ad Lib ^ — r=> tr rr -+~- . A -p— f— r - — t ,/V it’s _ • . , -») U A. fiv r .. ^ • r . ... r 92 k | r l~y — U arms of death, Will ne - - ver march a- -rr- „ : ;; -r w. : z: . ~“T1 A* D V ' ? VAX ™ rrr i ^ n l = — £ gain, Will never never march a - gain. 53 THE BOSOM THAT BLEEDS WHEN A BROTHER’S DISTREST. [IRISH MELODY.] Slow m S3EE m m :z— a: The bosom that bleeds when a m liippiilS Brother’s dis-trest, The lip that can whisper swe*et m :at=a ±ZZ3t < 8 — - 1 hope to his breast. Are all that I boast as my mm t i £ ! . journey I hold, Through scenes that would make even ~TT ^ - — c — ^ , - “1 _ “1“ “T ^ n ^ % K • 1 J i J .. JL F D - -0 • H "H • J w w ’ m r :s :d 6 ::: ^ -± sympathy cold ; Then ask you why 1 shed the tear, As, gentle youth, your course I steer? The 54 *0>s rose of pleasure scents the morn, But » t =s H N m I - - i : ’ -l J — a — li kd I — - 4 ah ! beware the lurking thorn. Oh ! Friendship will smile, and yet doom you to want, And ignorant pride at humility taunt ; And falsehood in truth’s rosy mantle betray, And love lead your feet through the slippery way ; But wear, dear youth, the brow serene, And boldly meet each troublous scene, Pale vice to native glooms will fly, Nor combat virtue’s beaming eye. SEA-GIRT ENGLAND. (A CHORUS.) Sea-girt England — fertile land, Plenty, from her richest stores, Ever with benignant hand Her treasure on your bosom pours. England, to yourself be true ; When your realm is truly blest, Tis when a monarch’s love for you Is by your loyalty confest. 55 AS BURNS THE CHARGER. [W. SHIELD.] li pi^ yill i=g l As burns the charger when he hears the Trump . l=Efe £ EpS=p|pE jnrr trumpet’s martial sound, the trumpet’s mar-tial Trumpet p & * Oboe iU#- iiasyi lil ===--1 sound, - the - trumpet’s mar-tial sound, - _ frrj liiEiiililPiiipgi Eager to scour the field, he rears and m spurns th’ inden-ted - ground, 56 i i He PMlilUliiigiil snuffs the - - air, - e - rects his flow - ing E|=3=fc:i main, his flow ing main, - his flow i=jii=9=Et:ij= --W- E|=EE ing main, - He scents the big war, and sweeps along the ten. Trumpets iEpi=iPiyiiEpy ra— and plain. He scents the big war, 57 £ rr= = ^ A A .... f\ A 1 !- J- 1 ± T ± t* T sweeps along the plain, - sweeps, I — 0 sweeps, m sweeps, sweeps, =t scents the big war, and sweeps a -long the ffi f plain, He spurns th’ indented ground, and sweeps a-long the plain. Im- pa tient thus my ardent soul bounds forth on wings of wind, And spurns the moments as they roll with 58 lagging pace be - hind, - - - With UllOiliPii^ippip lag ging pace be- s mm 1 m * 4-^-4 hind, As burns the charger when he hears the Trumpet is=Mppiiiiii=^i trumpet’s martial sound. The trumpet’s mar-tial Trumpet p * Oboe • ie 1 sound, - The trumpet’s martial sound, 59 '«5>> 54- 5 3 =*=« =? - - Im - patient thus my ardent soul bounds .< fp forth on wings of wind, And spurns the mo- ip $i=^=§= m ments as they roll, spurns the moments as they roll, i £ ig spurns the moments as they roll with 3 = lag - ging pace behind, spurns, spurns. spurns, spurns, and spurns the moments as they roll with 60 lag l=3z i gmg a - pace - Cadenza & V tr f 3 be- i gzzg; hind, lagging - pace - be - hind. BANISH EVERY FEAR. Let not sorrow dare to borrow Pleasure from the happy bride ; She in duty should her beauty Show in all her richest pride : Nuns by cloisters bounded, Are by grief surrounded ; For young Love ne’er ventures there. But thy bridemaids wreaths will bring thee, Bridal songs they’ll come and sing thee; Come, then, banish every fear. 61 ’-O' WHEN WAR WAS HEARD [IRISH MELODY.] When War was heard, and Erin’s call A- rous’d me from thy side, No danger could my TT }> 1 j n A - s - - > < • r: ... .. * jts rrs“~r _ • i v «r. ^ _ 4 • > a | — X — ! t— 1 ^ - - jJ heart appall, For thee I would have died. -T! fSS p-* «r- * sr • ^ ^ r ^ r r m i - n « 1 L P t - 5 * 1 «*» — But when our moments sweetly flew, Be- neath the spreading tree, The se-cret charm of life I knew, To live for love and thee. 62 When gloomy care disturb’d thy rest, Or sorrow dimm’d thine eye, Oh ! did not then this tender breast Return thee sigh for sigh ? But did delight thy bosom know, And love thine hours employ, We shar’d the sympathetic glow, And mingled tears of joy. WOMAN’S TRUTH. I love the laughing eye of blue, The coral lip, sweet balm distilling; The cheek of damask-tinted hue, The snowy bosom’s gentle thrilling. I love the sparkling eye of jet, Bright beaming with warm rays of pleasure And O ! I love the gay brunette, Who conquers with the smiling treasure. But dearer far than beauty’s eyes. Is radiant truth, which changes never ; And I that angel Woman prize, Who loves but one, and loves for ever ' 63 TO SIGH AND COMPLAIN. [dr. ARNE.] 64 ^ ::: ■— &— jtr 1 —ar— — — — dfe kL ::: - A » ... ^ ' — 1 1 i [ \ JJ field, And glean the rich spoils of the field. THE BOAR-HUNTERS. A woodland life amid the hills, We hunters sweetly pass away ; Bounding over rocks and rills. From dawn to set of day. Oh ! sweet it is, at dewy morn, To chase the savage boar, And hear the echoes of the horn Mingled with his roar. 65 COME UNDER MY PLAIDY. [scot’s air.] ZZzA i 3 Come un-der my plaidy, the night’s gaun to a h b b b ^ i-izzma fa’, Come in frae the cauld blast, the i=£i: mi ■e i drift, and the snaw; Come under my plaidy, and -b b b- lie down be-side me, There’s room in’t, be- i mmmm 4 — 4 - lieve me, dear lassie, for twa. Come under my plaidy, and lie down be-side me, I’ll H ‘&—ZM. I hap ye frae ev’ry cauld blast that will blaw ; Come 66 under my plaidy, and lie down beside me, There's iHiiiggigiiiiiiiEg room in’t, dear lassie, be-lieve me, for twa.” “ Gae ’vva wi’ your plaidy ! auld Donald, gae ’wa ! “ 1 fear na the cauld blast, the drift, nor the snaw “ Gae ’wa wi’ your plaidy — I’ll no lie beside ye, Ct Ye might be my gutchard ; auld Donald, gae ’wa! “ I’m gaun to meet Johnny, he’s young and he’s bonny, “ He’s been at Meg’s bridal, fu’ trig and fu’ braw ; “ O there’s nane dance sae lightly, sae gracefu’, sae tightly, “His cheeks are like roses, his brow's like the snaw.” “ Dear Marion, let that flee stick fast to the wa’; “ Your Jock’s but a gowk, and has naething ava ; “ The hale o’ his pack he has got on his back : “ He’s thretty, and I am but threescore and twa “ Be frank now and kindly, I’ll busk ye ay finely ; “At kirk or at market they’ll nane gang sae braw ; “ A bien house to bide in, a chaise for to ride in, “ And flunkies to ’tend ye as aft as ye caV’ 67 “ My father ay tell’d me, my mither and a’, ' Ye’d mak a gude husband, and keep me ay braw ; “ It’s true I loe Johnny, he’s young and he’s bonny, “ But, wae’s me, I ken he has naething ava ! “ l hae little tocher, ye’ve made a gude offer; “ I’m now mair than twenty, my time is but sma’; “Sae gie me your plaidy, I'll creep in beside ye, “ I thought ye’d been aulder than threescore and twa!” sft crap in ayont him, beside the stane wa', Whare Johnny was listening, and heard her tell a’; The day was appointed, his proud heart it dunted, And s track ’gainst his side, as if bursting in twa. He wander’d hame weary, the night it was dreary. And thowless, he tint his gate ’mang the deep snaw : The howlet was screaming, while Johnny cried, “W omen “Wad marry Auld Nick, if he'd keep them ay braw. “ O the deil’s in the lasses ! they gang now sae braw, “ They’ll lie dow wi’ auld men o’ threescore and twa; “ The hale o’ their marriage is gowd and a carriage; “ Plain love is the cauldest blast now that can blaw. “ Auld dotards, be wary ! tak tent wha ye marry, “ Young wives wi’ their coaches the y r ll whup and they’ll ca’, “Till they meet wi ? some Johnny that’s youthfu’ and bonny, “ And they’ll gie a horn on ilk haffet to claw.’’ 68 a. s:: . _ r*_ SL m. EL j rrr • r i . L J f- . ■ 1 f=\ 5 - 1 - -- — U j j _ k signs of fear express'd. Can a wand ring wretched z «•" :: rru u c. i mr . j _ - W - & j- T\ I W” L ^ r _r ... j L 7 ^ - t* creature. With such ter-ror fill thy br€ jast? Do my n . f. w ..... - T _ n i . C A. A 1 a? ^ rr\ : ^ L r~ _ r: r r e 1 C 7= _E= 1 ^=1-5 fren-zied looks a - larm thee? Trust me, sweet, nrrpr d .. i -• .. m * -0 J i ^-b— * — d — -< 4 if •it h thy fears are vain, Not for kingdoms would I -IL- Al fr l!-I-fr= P— T-- — -T^ ^ U P~ P- - — W~ -f-rll ^ *= -- S? 1 ^ ! =t=fe±*=H harm thee, Shun not then poor era - zy Jane. Dost thou weep to see my anguish, Mark me and avoid my woe, When men flatter, sigh and languish, Think them false, — I found them so. e 2 \jOr>yjO r '\jO r, uOr"j(7' For I loved him so sincerely, None could ever love again, But the youth I lov’d so dearly, Stole the wits of Crazy Jane. Fondly my young heart receiv’d him, Which was doom’d to love but one, He sigh’d, he vow’d, and I believ d him. He was false — and I undone. From that hour has reason never Held her empire o’er my brain, Henry fled with him for ever, Fled the wits of Crazy Jane. Now forlorn and broken hearted, And with frenzied thoughts beset, On that spot where last we parted, On that spot where first we met, Still I sing my lovelorn ditty, Still I slowly pace the plain, Whilst each passer by, in pity, Cries, ‘ God help thee, Crazy Jane/ 77 KITTY OF COLERAINE. :3E1* As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping, With a L pitcher of milk from the fair of Coleraine, When she ippppa a^^ saw me she stumbled, the pitcher it tumbled, And si tsr ^ all the sweet butter- milk water’d the plain. w Oh! vvhatshall 1 donow! Twaslookingatyou now, Sure &pi=p§Pi 4 — 4 sure such a pitcher I’ll ne’er meet again, ’Twas the £ m pride of my dairy, O Barney Me Cleary, You're sent as a plague to the girls of Coleraine. 78 I set down beside lier, and gently did chide her. That such a misfortune should give her such pain: A kiss then I gave her, and before I did leave her, She vow’d for such pleasure she'd break it again. Twas hay-making season, I can’t tell the reason. Misfortunes will never come single ’tis plain, For very soon after poor Kitty’s disaster, The devil a pitcher was whole in Coleraine. GLEE. Awake, iEolian lyre, awake ! And give to rapture all thy trembling strings ; From Helicon’s harmonious springs, A thousand rills their mazy progress take. The laughing flow’rs that round them blow, Drink life and fragrance as they flow. Now the rich stream of music winds along, Deep, majestic, smooth, and strong, Through verdant vales and Ceres’ golden reign ; Now rolling down the steep amain, Headlong impetuous see it pour, The rocks and nodding groves re-bellow to the roar. 79 PRETTY POLLY. Macheath. -4 TN p:: £ a d3 ■■■ rp-F ::: - E -Fr -g s~ t::£ = &r-F=; Pretty Polly say, when I was away, Did your T 1 —ZK El SH fancy never stray, To some newer lo - ver. Polly Without disguise, Heaving sighs, Doating eyes. 1 My constant heart discover, Pond - ly let me loll, Macheath. £ Fond - ly let me loll, O pretty, pretty Poll. My heart was so free, It rov’d like a bee, 'Till Polly my passion requited I sipteachflow’r, 1 £ — p — ^ r - - . 4 jjL. a E-— E p-l £ b la ts b- • U »- chang’d ev’ry hour, 1 sipt each flow’r, I chang'd ev’- 0 li ry hour, But here ev’ry flower ’s u - nited. 80 BONNY KATE. The wind ^p§;jp3=s;i3=! was hush'd, the fleecy wave Scarcely -rHH ^ "f 3 -r—H *-*--*: :rr A ” P _ j- m A . *»• _ - ff\ * n a - : j— j l — *he vessel's sides could lave. When on the mizen l 7- * " * r ~r p- sr^ s _ - - Ok 7T _a. J ® r* -i “l- r 'h_L -T* CL ..S J-Ll P L- -LJ — J — >--l top his stand Tom Clueline taking, spies the land, Oh 23 sweet reward for all his toil, Once more he views his native soii, Once more he thanks indulgent fate, That _L _ - q 5 : "s:: a^—FH K _ . EF-T-J “1 K, r — r« « ' fz: : :*-jL n . : j S'® c 1- -jd-.- E-E&-^± ar - ~ j i . w brings him safe to bonny Kate,Once more he thanks in- m ztzzzwz: dulgent fate, That brings him safe to bon - ny -IT-frf f— f 1 - - -f-,- KT * \ 1 bl - w • __ J -J Jja An ^ 1 - -d — J — J— « ■ J Kate, That brings him safe to bon - ny Kate 81 Now high upon the faithful shroud, The land that seemed awhile a cloud. While objects from the mists arise, A feast presents Tom’s longing eyes. A ribband near his heart that lay, Now see him on his hat display, The given sign to shew that fate Had brought him safe to bonny Kate. Now near a cliff, whose heights command A prospect of the shelly strand. He sees his Kate, his cares are o’er, The long boat’s mann'd — -he jumps ashore. What now remains were easy told, Tom comes, his pockets lin'd with gold. And now to crown his happy fate. He steers to church with bonny Kate. GLEE. To be jovial and gay, to be merry and wise. To pass time away is a boon that I prize; With friendship and glee, to fill up the span, Is a life that suits me, and 1 will if I can. 82 WHERE THE BEE SUCKS. * ft jq l j r . « .. j *— -h-N -rn „ ZJ" :: L Jfe” > w -tti t r rxtn n ® . » - rP c — a 4 ^ r_ . i:f=c=r:-_n=x : Where the bee sucks there lurk I, In a cowslip’s bell I nr , □: A-K_ .J h ft * • ^ - - » 4 J- lie, There I couch when owls do cry, when owls do I g- ■■ i “P^BT « ‘ ^ • TT. . r J ^ * ° r~ x < y -1 ^ l ffl ^ fcfc- ■ cry, when owls do cry, On a bat's back do I su ; - s — ■■ r h & - r P pr hrr ® r r _ ^ r r ■ Li P P . fly, ---------- Af - ter sunset merrily, merrily, Af - ter sunset mer - ri- ly , Merrily, merrily shall I live now, Under the :^=e: I blossom that hangs on the bough, Merrily, merrily /f'b" — p* — ;t f=ff p_ ' r n r E 5F- "U L 1 ^ L X shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the liHii ill 5 bough. Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. RISE! CYNTHIA, RISE! - --rq J * • T T* -f-4 : ** [_! UL Rise, Cynthia, rise. Rise, Cynthia, rise, the • .0. - f : 1— j— ! t r - ruddy morn on tiptoe stands to view thy face, TT^-i j — — /V- —5 J ) 1 __ . fW * r»t * 1 P’ r IF"* ■ s:_::r® J* -ft i f- r — U- — t: Rise, Cynthia rise, Rise, Cynthia, rise, the -TT^-i w « ST fry" ft P ' — h /vz r — a ► "^F £ - * f_S^ _L ““ — figs* — UT-L -W-fc J ' ruddy morn on tiptoe stands to view thy face. r— -fci ' - * A *:t > • , a -» * w P r -i r u r 1 . i ! F-S— L L w*' * J L Phoebus by fleetest coursers borne, Phoebus by 9 __ 9 ^ . ; P r - r l . r . r i 7^7 r f . ! ^ ---■ - 1 •5 - rvs 1 — ^ L L- L 1 fleetest coursers " borne, Sees none so fair in -p-*- P-T-l P -s F ■ * f :rs i i L 1 La L_ 1 r pi* it [TS r “ ^ La- " ... • fflS yi yi— te ^ i — 48 all his race, Sees none so fair in all his race. ^ t _ . — r 7V^ r ^ m ^ r .___ . r r ^ w r f TV . . ( L J t F L - r f yz x ■' t •- u x The circling hours which lay behind, Would 84 THE CUCKOO SONG. J ~ if P w - ==f =£=3=j ?==£ L. " - L - % 2 M *-1 When daisies pied, and violets blue, And — — -r— n ±rr: a * p-j p J L_ ©. t L _ zx — — — a anc' r & 2C-X. _El L H b , . - 1 ■b, . t- 1 — — . , lady’s smocks all silver white, And cuckoo buds of -rr#-ar$ rrl — 1 E StL pZ - - a m. _5vZI ~X~ -f~\ r 1 L . — — H — — ^ L _ m u _EL> L_ L_ f _T f- 2-i- u- u- j-u- b, u- -u-i vellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight. The 85 Cuckoo then on ev’-ry tree, Mocks married men, > j — ~i ... s -a : hli /d ° .... | a JSL . — ...J 9 £ 1 KTJ 3 r .. L L ■ o Mocks marrie r | id men, Mocks married men, And m « J w q =\ F — — p 9 1 ^ — 0 - — p— _ £: # U-- thus sings she, cuckoo, cuckoo, =f- : 9 ^ - I *►4” a £ -p P---- f h _ 3^'" 1 L i £ L ^ » jp J--d - - -- cuckoo, cuckoo, O! word of fear, . ' r- a~ -i r e ... J - - - b r i .. g r sr * 0! word of fear, l In - pleas - ing to a tr /!_ ,a®E_ _ ^ - 4 * T a □5 _K_L_ .... .2 .. i tP 1 . V - r x 1 ir . f-i T--I-8 L 1 - a l-L j — — n — sjii married ear. Unpleasing to a married ear. When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry locks are ploughman’s clocks, And Turtles tread, and Rooks and Daws, And maidens bleach their summer smccks The Cuckoo then, &c. 86 WHEN A WIFE’S IN HER POUT f— F f U U— — U L 1 _i_ When a wife’s in her pout / As she’s s i 1 | ometime no & fr p t:-f. p—~ ~ p l £2 t 1 :: t— fc_ a 2 t : :? — “hzidr doubt, The good husband’s as meek as a lamb, -fH ■f f k— P — p ■■■ 9 P ^-E=E= k &»l - F Her vapours to still, First grants her her will, tr And the qui-et-ing draught is a dram, Poor man! And the quiet -ing draught is a dram. 87 THE STORM. landsmen, all to me, Messmates hear a brother * - — , H &=* "j ft K, 1 f A .. — _ A r T ® a ! -i JL. LT\ A 11 J ° 1 - > 1 ■ 2* i— u s 1 J ! X sai-lor, Sing the dangers of the sea. From ■y^T~ f t p.. w® :.3. . -f , v- ,A Wj ^1. T r ® /pT- MTS ® . I -t— i ^ ^ x y u- J- — bounding bii-lows first in motion, When the - i ^ —-I 5 d 0 h- * 3" i -d S- -j § b $E -j ^2 ~ I, a - L-H 1 - 1 1 — j ^ Jb . distant whirlwinds rise, To the tempest-troubled =p»r fg-i: ~r — ^ h~T — A LI & .1 1*1 rt\ ^ E i nr ’• ^ Tfl -i U_ U I_2 -JJ o - cean, Where the seas contend with skies. 88 LIVELY. Hark, the boatswain hoarsely bawling, By topsail sheets and haulyards stand, Down topgallants quick be hauling, Down your stay sails, hand, boys, hand. Now it freshens, set the braces, Now the topsail sheets let go, Luff, boys, luff, don’t make wry faces, Up your topsails nimbly clew. SLOW. Now all you on down-beds sporting, Fondly lock’d in beauty’s arms, Fresh enjoyments, wanton courting, Safe from all but love’s alarms. Round us roars the tempest louder, Think what fears our minds enthrall, Harder yet, it yet blows harder, Now again the boatswain calls, QUICK. The topsail yards point to the wind, boys, See all clear to reef each course, Let the foresheet go, don’t mind, boys, Tho’ the weather should be worse. Fore and aft the spritsail yard get, Reef the mizen, see all clear, Hands up, each preventer brace set, Man the fore yard, cheer, lads, cheer. 89 SLOW. Now the dreadful thunder roaring, Peal on peal, contending clash, On our heads fierce rain falls pouring, On our eyes blue lightnings flash. One wide water all around us, All above us one black sky, Different deaths at once surround us, Hark, what means that dreadful cry. QUICK. The foremast’s gone, cries evTy tongue out O’er the lee twelve feet ’bove deck A leak beneath the chest-tree*s sprung out, Call all hands to clear the wreck Quick the lanyards cut to pieces, Come, my hearts, be stout and bold, Plumb the well* — the Leak increases — Four feet water in the hold. SLOW. While o’er the ship wild waves are beating, We for wives or children mourn, Alas! from hence there’s no retreating, Alas! from hence there’s no return. Still the leak is gaining on us, Both chain pumps are choak’d below, Heaven have mercy here upon us, For only that can save us now. 90 QUICK. O’er the lee beam is the land, boys, Let the guns o’er-board be thrown, To the pump, come, every hand boys, See, our mizen-mast is gone. The leak we’ve found, it can’t pour fast, We’ve lighten’d her a foot or more, Up and rig a jury fore-mast, She rights, she rights, boys, wear off shore. Now once more on joys we’re thinking, Since kind fortune sav’d our lives, Come, the can, boys, let’s be drinking, To our sweethearts and our wives. Fill it up, about ship wheel it, Close to th’ lips a bririimer join, Where’s the tempest now, who feels it? None — our danger’s drown’d in wine. CHORUS. Victoria! let fame to the master be given, His rifle the star of the target hath riven : He hath no peer, Seek far or near — Victoria, Victoria 1 91 EUE AROUND THE HUGE OAK. j S ft..* jS. A * _ 9 ... .... m, A -Q-J P ' M 1 9 - L, 9 a r rs o ' 9 V ■ m y- ■ i ** L U. TT ictf Ere around the huge oak that o’ershadows the - - s A 9. & rh b 1 M — e a ; 1 ES' tft a L. -- _ r m ■~© ^ 1 mill, The fond 1 - vy had dar’d to en - twine, ^ * — - — __ - =S : H ^ — .. "PS 7T * ~ I’" 3 4^ - . J L i L ' J" §T IT Ere the church was a ru - in, that nods on 5 P&E3 V T 4 *-> = the hill, Or a rook built his nest in the & ^i-r=? P » W Z1 £ ?B — F— pine, Or a rook built his nest on the pine. Could I trace back the time, a far distant date, Since my forefathers toil'd in the field, And the farm I now hold on your honour’s estate. Is the same that my grandfather till’d. He dying, bequeath'd to his son a good name, Which, unsullied, descended to me, For my child I’ve preserv’d it, unsullied with shame And it still from a spot shall be free. 92 MY FRIEND AND PITCHER. nr* t: -r — ri r“T fTv L” h ® ® J d i_ " w . ■- x - 1 e msL -4 « — The wealthy fool with gold in store, Will -zr* — v — ► A :-v " . gfT ~ 1 F S' - Co =j * K ®- 5 asl i nc ) m p — i . ■ ore, My ch; a ij ^ -3 arming girl, m . . -j — /g iy friei — — ^ id, and r-T r T _ T — 1 d ”1 1 A * - -K~- - ... • J * i fAs * -i_. "l • W 1 ti u • J r i ®h fv -4- 1 ( 1 _i2 ! 4 v pitcher. My friend so rare, my girl so fair, -rr-fc — 1 fx T -~--- sff— ^-ar 7T- 2 I a. £ E- U - l_ r L rrs ■ w • ® _L_ L . tl IL tit 52_=3iE=I= 5 ^-iC u ! With such, what mortal can be rich-er. Give me but these, a fig for care, With my -rr->^ — — — 11 ^2 58 W — j- d — i-j-jfc-i-j — 2: — 3: 1— rJr-rH sweet girl, my friend, and pitch - er. 93 From morning sun Fd never grieve, To toil a hedger or a ditcher. If that, when I come home at eve, I might enjoy my friend and pitcher. My friend so rare, &c. Tho’ fortune ever shuns my door, I know not what can bewitch her, With all my heart can I be poor, With my sweet girl, my friend and pitcher. My friend so rare, &c . GLEE.— MIDNIGHT. The thieves are on the prowl, love, The cats are on the howl, love, And couples, cheek by jowl, love, Are padding through the street, love. Watchmen are on the dose, love, And goblins now have rose, love, And the night cart now throws, love, A stinking stench, my sweet love. 94 DEATH SONG OF THE INDIAN. - 7 r« r~i # • A : f : > 7vr ry 5 * n • p ----- pr" r .. ® r i • e - . ! 15 — & 0 - The sun sets in night, and the stars shun the “5 L E el fi.. I - i ~ r i" ® 1 Cl L P b>i t* — 1 — day, But glo - ry remains when their lights fade H 1 * -i — Eii- away. Be -gin, ye tormenters, your threats are in -rr^ r=J =3: ..... ... . j E A. ::zr : s - zcr its -6 I E = 1 ^ s i - _ e 0 - j l_ ^ i ^ $ ^ ^ ] g-i — — i-- — — — HJM vain, For the son of Alknomook shall never complain. Remember the arrows he shot from his bow, Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid low. Why so slow ? — Do you wait till I shrink from the pain? No! — the son of Alknomook shall never complain. Remember the wood where in ambush we lay, And the scalps which we bore from your nation away Now the flame rises fast, they exult in my pain, But the son of Alknomook can never complain. I go to the land that my father is gone, His ghost shall rejoice in the fame of his son. Death comes as a friend — he relieves me from pain. And the son of Alknomook has scorn’d to complain! 99 THE LAST SHILLING. • . A A I — r — f --—— pt n — f «T -j ... - * d’l k 1 . ... .rT:r^sr^r^. i i r _» L . M LLJ L U» 1 As pensive one night i in my garret I sat, My last ^ * h /sr * ^ ^ w __ & F=F:: shilling produc’d on the ta - ble, That ad- .it ... l 0 TT^ o r * — i 9 IS * !k. 7T L r ^ * i I A fr\ . i r g 1 ■r 6 U 1 vent’rer, cried I, might a hist’ry relate, If to think and to speak it were a - ble, it were 9- 1 f ... , IT 1 * — i ^ t — i — rH p — L © — p Sj W ’ rr - ^ kj — Ei- 3 k 52_- e. _ i — . ^ — u — ■ ** a - ble, If to think and to speak it were a -ble, Whether fan cy or ma-gic ’lavas F 2 100 N ^ K I — :^L^E±rr g=E feilppil play’d me the freak, The face seem’d with life to be »qs: ©- ±=±: t=:=a:zzi: hill - ing, And cried, in-stant-lv speaking, or seeming to speak, Cried, instantly speaking, or in 9 9 seeming to speak, Pay at-ten-tion to me thy last m .a-.,-® 3 shilling, thy last shilling, Thy last shilling, gppIiHiiilS Pay at - tention to me, thy last shilling. 101 l was once the last coin of the law, a sad limb, Who, in cheating was ne'er known to faulter, Till at length brought to justice, the law cheated him, And he paid me to buy him a halter. A Jack tar, all his rhino but me, at an end, With a pleasure so hearty and willing, Tho' hungry himself, to a poor distress’d friend, Wish’d it hundreds, and gave his Last Shilling. ’Twas the wife of his messmate, whose glistening eye, With pleasure ran o’er, as she view’d me, She chang'd me for bread, as her child she heard cry, And at parting, with tears she bedew'd me. But I’ve other scenes known, riot leading the way, Pale want their poor families chilling, Where rakes in their revels, the piper to pay, Have spurn’d me, their best friend and Last Shilling. Tho' thyself hast been thoughtless, for profligate bail, But to-morrow all care shalt thou bury, When my little hist’ry thou offerest for sale, In the interim, spend me and be merry. Never, never, cried I, thou’rt my mentor, my muse, And grateful my dictates fulfilling, I’ll hoard thee in my heart. Thus men counsel refuse, 'Till the lecture comes from the Last Shilling. 102 ’TWAS WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBURGH. [scots air.] ’Twas with - in a mile of nr- . : — -f . 5 t e • A. r Zm _I Jt — : zr. r 0 • T W — 4-^- s — 4 — e- 1 Edinburgh town, In the ro - sy time of the tr 7Y7 9 . _ r _ * » A 9 ftV- - r r Trf c r 1 A 52 — t - - £5 r ... 5= E? year, Sweet flowers bloom’d, and the grass was down, And each shepherd woo’d his dear ; - Bonny Jockey, blythe and gay. Kiss’d sweet Jen - ny mak - ing hay; The 103 »> las - sie blush’d, and frown-ing cry’d, Na, na, it win-na do ; I can - na, can - na, -77 -r h h — t zsz _ ? _r : ^ e ^ » • -TBi i pn - • r « • J L_ b — £ J-* win - na, win - na, man - na buckle to. Jockey was a wag that never wad wed, Tho’ lang he had follow’d the lass ; Contented she earn’d and ate her brown bread, And merrily turn’d up the grass. Bonny Jockey, blithe and free, Won her heart right merrily. Yet still she blush’d, and frowning cry’d, Na, na, it winna do ; canna, canna, winna, winna, manna buckle to. But when he vow’d 'he wad mak her his bride, Tho’ his flocks and herds were not few, She gied him her hand, and a kiss beside, And vow’d she’d for ever be true. 104 Bonny Jockey, blithe and free, Won her heart right merrily ; At church she nae mair frowning cry’d, Na, na, it winna do ; I canna, canna, winna, winna, manna buckle to. RED GLEAMS THE SUN. Red gleams the sun on yon hill tap, The dew sits on the gowan ; Deep murmurs thro’ her glens the Spey, Around Kinrara rowan. Where art thou, fairest, kindest lass? Alas ! wert thou but near me, Thy gentle soul, thy melting e’e Would ever, ever cheer me. The laverock sings among the clouds The lambs they sport so cheerie. And I sit weeping by the birk ; O where art thou, my dearie ! Aft may I meet the morning dew, Lang greet till I be weary ; Thou canna, winna, gentle maid ! Thou canna be my dearie. 105 WILLIAM AND NANCY. [DIBDIN-] Bleak was the morn when William left his y - T\ P . a « _ *5T T A ® 1 1 M . . P & . . . 9 ... X r .. * F. . .» .... c . r r . W .. P -fc§! Nan - cy, The flee - cy - snow frown’d I zrs: on the whiten’d - shore, - Cold as 5F B — T A. F h- » - n — ? &=£= - w : t E - '=~ £ iz s - — 1 & — ‘^0 — es— — - ^ fears that chill’d her dreary fan-cy, While she her sai - lor from her bo - som ir - r F — - — F I r ^ _ r ... . f Tv _ r r r z L U2 a — . — i L— 1 L tore. - To - his - fill’d - heart - a* w F ^ T F*i m — t A r && El 1 r. _n_r i — ~ • - - 3 ^r— | — 1 a? X lit - tie Nancy press - ing, While a young Tar the ample trow - sers ey’d ; In gr — Jl i — p~- s — ■ - 5 i_ : * ~p * - & - a - =E ± U2 ** . : I s:i _ ■ need of firm - ness in this case dis- ». ^ — r r rrs _r r r: ~r 9 ■ t -fc A >- S 5 t - L - fcj -#- — u tress - ing; Will check’d the rising sigh and fond - ly cried, Ne’er fear the T-r- -Iff r — A - i-t q— i 7T“ » • i " J L • a. • * 1 rrs c * r_ s t 'SV-' >> ^ — pe - rils of the fickle o - - cean, Sor-row’s all a no - tion, Grief all in - :: “”T - T3: :: v : TT ! . * .......... p: h 9 fis-i C. . J- * t? vain, Sweet love take heart, for 107 — J> —p- _JL - rf- T { — 'W~ & — J b 1 ■■■ — we but part, In joy, in ir pf £ Till ■■■ p — p._.= pi — -F— Lg -- F— - 4 - — 4 *—- 0 1 J 0 i 1 meet - a - - gain. Loud blew the wind, when leaning on that willow, Where the dear name of William printed stood ! When Nancy saw upon a faithless billow, A ship dash’d ’gainst a rock that topp v1 the flood. Her tender heart with frantic sorrow thrilling, Wild as the storm that howl’d along the shore ; No longer could resist a stroke so killing : Tis he! she cried, nor shall I see him more, Why did he ever trust the fickle ocean ? Sorrow’s all my portion ; Misery and pain. Break my poor heart. For now we part, Never to meet again. Mild was the eve, all nature was smiling, Four tedious years had Nancy pass’d in grief, When, with her children, sad hours beguiling, She saw her William fly to her relief, 108 Sunk in his arms with bliss he quickly found her, But soon return’d to life, to love, and joy, While her grown young ones anxiously surround her, And now Will clasps his girl, and now his boy. Did I not say, though 'tis a fickle ocean, Sorrow’s all a notion, Grief all in vain ? My joy how sweet. For now we meet, Never to part again. TO-NIGHT. Oh! cast not a damp on this hour of delight, Nor check the glad pulse that is bounding to-night ; The scene sparkles gaily and bids us be blest. For fled are the visions of sorrow and fear, The sunshine of beauty is warm on the breast, And all that is lovely seems loveliest here. To-night not a tear must be suffer'd to roll, But the drops that may fall from the brim of the bowl; For tho’ like the bubbles that float in our wine, We rise on the surface, and fade with a breath, Yet the bubbles themselves have a moment to shine. And they dance on the wave, ’ere they sink into death. 109 THE PARENT OAK. [m. p. king.] Tr~g ~ .~f*3 :: : S* - **- T — r f**T A L _* + s r — _ ; -3 -n ^ — 1 rjs m ^ - - ■ W" "'a , ’9“ *•<-, a- — w— 2 The parent oak his stately head, Ma- jestic in the forest rears; Lord of the woods, his branches spread, Proud monarch of a thousand years; lilies Lord of the woods, his branches spread, Proud IV*. nr-g 1 7vT 1 IT T T 1 r * s LiA _ . • j ■ — j tV\ a.^ 1 • - ~ m » • l* - * * a — * a arms de - cay, Sur - round and prop his fal - ling age. And as his hoa - ry T— ■ nr— P-1— “ rm- -rl J qrn. t fTS- * M ® ^ - ' a * “1 "2 T yj iff 9 _ . Q ■ " ™ .. arms de - cay, Sur - round and prop his * - n ^ =5r»ffl tfe-va fal-lin g age, Sur-rour -w- a id an( 1 prop his fa -|fc3=fl lling age. TELL ME WHERE IS FANCY BRED. Tell me where is fancy bred, Or, in the heart, or in the head ; How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply. It is engendered in the eyes ; With gazing fed ; and Fancy dies In the cradle where it lies. Let us all ring Fancy’s knell ; I’ll begin, ding dong bell. 112 MY NANNIE, O. [SCOTB AIR.] Be - hind yon hills, where Lugar flows, ’Mang muirs and moss - es ma - ny, O, The r ^ win *• try sun the day has closd, And m I’ll - a - wa - to Nan - nie, O. ? J TR. 4^r 5 iiHgHii SI Th° west-lin wind blaws loud and shill, The =£=£=!=£= mm night’s baith mirk and rai - ny, O ; 1'U a-- ,£U ■, 3 pr 4 - vj^ at % sjJr u-ru* 113 get my plaid, and out I’ll steal, And tr the hill to Nan - nie, O. My Nannie’s charming, sweet, and young, Nae artfu’ wiles to win ye, O ; May ill befa’ the flatt’ring tongue, That wad beguile my Nannie, O. Her face is fair, her heart is true, As spotless as she’s bonny, 0 ; The op’ning gowan, wet wi’ dew, Nae purer is than Nannie, O. A country lad is my degree, And few there be that ken me, O ; But what care I how few there be 1 I’m welcome ay to Nannie, O. My riches a’s my penny fee, And I maun guide it cannie, O ; But warld’s gear ne’er fashes me. My thoughts are a’ my Nannie, J - 114 Our auld gudeman delights to view His sheep and kye thrive cannie, O, But I’m as blythe that hauds his pleugh, And has nae care but Nannie, O. Come weel, come woe, I carena by, I’ll tak what Heav’n will send me, O ; Nae ither care in life hae I, But live, and love my Nannie, O. WELL DRINK, WE’LL DRINK, WE’LL DRINK, BOYS, (A GLEE.) We’ll drink, we’ll drink, we’ll drink, boys, Hang those of care who think, boys, Time flies away, Then drink your fill, Nought more’s to pay, Drink what you will. We’ve paid to drink an hour, boys, Joy now is in our power, boys : Then pleasure seize I scorn the flask Twill give more ease To drain the cask. 115 O BRING ME WINE. [W. SHIELD.] Risoluto O bring me wine, bring me wine, bring me i ¥ ¥ wine £ wine, - wine, - wine, bright mm M EE source of mirth, For from the favor’d i ous sips the lips of him who joy s== 3 r pi- : P -i -i & I 3s:i . L 1 jest, - the - taunt, - the - song, - has i -f =— W ;E=!e?e birth; - the - jest, - the - taunt, - the Risoluto mi ii * 5 fc song has birth, the so 116 ng has birth. Wine, wine. £=r-?-— *5- — g — * i m m ' — ^ • & i ±=y= P-* -L_d wine o’er the soul sheds influence kind and gives a =*=3= summer to the mind, and gives a summer to the in.. - r 1 * — --f rIS P n r P"““ I r . L 1 w E-— — — J mind, a sum - mer, a sum - mer, — 0 : p 1 1 m - I - — *^s E -■ E- -3 ■ — 1 = PI gives - a - summer, - Wine - gives - a tr 4 3z: — r-r & * . _L . _ r* H — -r - ^ r- l. r r~ r~ ~ a _ * ' t: | su - m - mer I?— < 5=3= 3==S ^ a 3- - to - the - mind. =P=e5=§= When ro - sy wine, - - when wine begins to 117 vo> tr :zaz tr : F tiow, the gobdin care takes flight, care, tr tr Eli 4 — 4 — r~w ~r- Just as a fiend, and Flvte care takes flight, 4 -j -tfto-U---- ® i € — 3-S-a i night departs, at morn’s ce - lestiai glow ; 5t:&l±zi Just as a fiend, and night departs at do Ice nr — ±“=1 i£I— =" i-Z3 m 1 -f 7V * -d ZT . V 0* P p fT\ _ 4 p -- - • I IT %u L 1 ~L— J d~ morn’s ce - lestiai glow. - - There’s magic ft r 1 /-s"™" " ,i " J ^ 4 rS • Si> IT A l ® ...p p _ a . , r - ■ i r- •— %ut L_ -fc 1 — 1 4-1 ma - gic lodg’d with - in the grape ; It 3E_e H *-f=p= r-s .» © > “ F "3 & L - b U=l = makes the lover view, His nymph with beauties 118 espressivo rrr ~ j ff- “1 r /Y. — j-J r . . a. a P ■ -j r™ t ■■ lxS J L. - r r_ l - F-a 1 r 1 — - new, Gives softness to her eye, her air, her T _p — — f~ r> ™" p ■ ■ i — "r ' r ^ rj ^ .“r . m _ _ : F:rr . , - — [ shape, Gives lustre to her eye, her air, her 3 r="rrr-n — n— — ~ w-t:*— ri— r t ,.|X , .... T r ~ r p t d Id- d shape. Wine, wine, wine o’er the soul sheds influence 3F-i=-4— — rf -a -U --h-i—t—* — ¥-1 kind, And gives a summer to the mind, and gives a ± — r r :’„n rV-F era ? - - - i— (i-i — J- ---■J 4 — summer to the mind, a summer, a summer, i 7 a • A. -I P a _ Pa 13 1 1 r - P ^ ... — j iz __ r ^ ® ^ m fT\ . l _ r _ 1 _r " L_ : T: • « » T gives a summer, wine gives a sum - mer Cadenz :a -* A Tl. 4 ^ — r E « .-i' ' .1 i || (tv jm. d J J J i - . 0-. ..J W A i-J-J IJ to the mind, wine gives a sum mer to the mind. 119 THE HAPPY SWISS BOY. [SWISS MELODY.] WORDS COPYRIGHT ~X 1^5 1 s S " T> ~K T t- ^ t jLJ Come, o - ver the mountains, my tt ' * ar - t ■ — E r • , tsz — s r — p ^ 22 t L Ls _L~ ! * e! — d - — Bonny Swiss boy ! And haste to thy labour a- nr ^ — .. ... P s — - s s; 5 r r ... M ^ ^ S i.. ^ 5Z2 — t • way ; Come, over the mountains, my YT “5“ 5 ' P ; V A _ # A A " :r p ^ r -p- LiY « * r - - 2 L* _U« L bonny Swiss boy! And haste to thy labour a- way. The sun now shews his rosy beams, The g=l=g qs —p. pill flocks are hast’ning to the streams; Come 120 (7 ^ k Jl D* t f 7> V- $ T £ T f > . p - T 5 «-— — li 1 1 1 1 r~ w | over the mountains, my bonny Swiss boy, And haste thy la - bour - way, You will find me, you'll find me a happy Swiss boy, As I trip o’er the hills, far away ; You will find me, you’ll find me a happy Swiss boy, As I trip o’er the hills, far away ; Where a lovely Shepherdess, my dear ! Stays waiting a song from me, I fear. You will find me, you’ll find me a happy Swiss boy, As I trip o’er the hills, far away. ALBION, THY SEA-ENCIRCLED ISLE (A GLEE.) Albion, thy sea-encircled isle, With plenty shall for ever smile ; Kind nature sheds her genial showers, To raise thy fruits and paint thy flowers ; While all the graces of the spring, Along thy cheerful vallies sing : What Nature yields, what arts command, Is found in Britain’s happy land. 121 THE DAY RETURNS. [scots air.] 3TT»— H rw ■■ - "j TT“ i n I T V-T y( ... t % r w - j s r_ w_ 1 i ¥ . . l_ L. T . . — The day returns, my bosom burns, The £ * 1 !> La. - & = =M F c- -J=a -- d S 1 bliss - ful day we twa did meet; Tho’ win - ter wild in tern- pest toil’d, Ne’er -rr I s > J „ ^ n — > .. rr ljo r * 1 -M M 1 — i ' S J — — ~L— -J l - - U ; sum-mer sun was hauf sae sweet. Then i j-i Me a* the pride that loads the tide, And cross es o’er the sul - try line, Then G 122 zm e n 1 1 V-T A. i B. I. -J □ CEl n. EL tL T_. ^ ' W e * king - ly robes, than crowns and globes, Heav’n rr - gr. m z — nrs. r r ' r a- n gave me more, it made thee mine. While day and night can bring delight, Or nature aught of pleasure give ; While joys above my mind can move, For thee and thee alone I live. When that grim foe of life below, Comes in between to mak us part, The iron hand that breaks our band, It breaks my bliss — it breaks my heart ! THE NEGRO. That lash was kind, it reached my breast ! And see the red-blood torrent flows; I thank thee. Driver, for the smart, It brings relief to Tanga’s woes ! Now white-born tyrant, scourge, whip on ! T scorn thee with my latest breath ; Lash, lash, white fiend, I court the thong : He sighed, and closed his eyes in death ! 123 A DOSE FOR THE DONS. [dibdin.] Dearly as the stream that guides its vital motion ,Be cherish’d by each grateful bri - tish heart, The (7 _ — § . ii 1 . ft — - i r — » £ ' ' — .. s : fb- P Ml ^ - r-k-Ua—t— =at==i=i great e - vent that gave the lordly o - cean, To English tars, fresh laurels to impart ; Valentine’s day in smiles came on, Love r-F— x *--- (ST ~T /V - J -a - K : '■f • r “ r t l 35 3 a r r : r r~P- + r~ r — — L 1 -U 1 ^ — t filled the seaman’s anxious mind, De- g 2 124 lighted with past scenes so sweet, While ardent fEEpiiiilP hope kept every pulse a £ £ *3} t* ^ 1 t r~ live, - Sweet hope that some glorious m kiiibzzzs: moment might ar - rive to serve that wife, and King, and friend he left be - hind, ibJM m When Jarvis with his gal - lant fleet i 1IH *=- Dis - covered the proud Don, 125 Strange signal guns all night distinctly hearing, When day’s faint dawn presented first the shore ; We auxious on the starboard tacK were steering, While east by north, eight leagues, CapeVincent bore; Near ten, propitious hope came on, Our signal for a large fleet flew ; When instant with a press of sail, Formed in two lines, onward we gaily stood ; Till boldly dashing through the yielding flood. While honour fired each ship’s determined crew, We proudly bore up within hail Of the astonished Don. Ships twenty-seven now bid a bold defiance, Fifteen our number, and of smaller size ; So towering elephants look down on lions Till of their courage they become the prize; For now the trying hour came on, That each must act a glorious part; Fate on one grand manoeuvre hinged, One mighty stroke, prompt, dangerous, and bold : But what, of English tars, the courage can withhold ? We broke their straggling line, scared every heart, And Jack the tawny whiskers singed Of the astonished Don. 126 Here might I dwell on this unequalled action, That soars beyond example out of sight, That gained four ships, that broke a dangerous faction; But English seamen never brag — they fight. Then let perfidious France come on, Aided by Holland and Spain, In the deep a watery grave to meet; Fair England proudly with one voice shall sing. The worth and virtues of a patriot King; While some such heroes lead the glorious strain, As Jarvis and his gallant fleet That humbled the proud Don. PLIGHTED FAITH. (A DUET.) Of plighted faith so truly kept, Of all love dictates tell; Of restless thought that never slept, Since when she bade farewell. The rising flush, the frequent tear, The flush of hope, the chilling fear : So may the sympathetic soul Direct kind fancy’s wing, Where future hours in transports roll, And love’s rewards shall bring. SHE NEVER TOLD HER LOVE. She never told her love, She never told her love, But let concealment like a worm in the _ -Tf _ (T - — J \— P W q • — _j L . (V\ - rJ j i .. H 1 1 * ! 07 j L M- *•# ...J L-d — bud, Feed on her da- mask cheek, She ^ I z=== Mzc— zErrz—r : "J d-d Hi. * L ei.. =• Q ' ' rr\ ^ ‘ r ■ 52 tr LI j fe: sat like patience on a monument, smiling. smi - ling at grief, smiling, smi - ling at grief 128 MY MOTHER BIDS ME. gt* 2 *l_: : “5— «rr J— N“T“n u~ • m r • J . s w iJS o_ . .3 NT M m . zsr ^ZT 1 a-4-± 3^ = — — — •* — ■ — • — 4 My mo - ther bids me bind my hair, With nr* « 1 =u_=J mm 1 1-1 1 V, T ai & _ : j- ^ _ t 05 jfl -i rz. ->■ ' • N" i - t — — J — L LX_| *--L 2 h! « r bands of ro - sy hue, Tye up my sleeves with 3FV-: h B X-f-P =-b -he-. * s ar a sl-J—j 1- a ribbands rare, And lace my boddice blue, Tye 1 m— F7 — 1 - > }■ ^ 1 7T TFT-* m - r p — - 1 T ffV . r p "'.P 1 3 ^ X t. 1— LJ -4- — * U- 1 w 1.1 up my sleeves with ribbands rare, and lace, and i -=M=- lace my boddice blue. For why, she cries, sit p m still and weep, While others dance and play 3 29 I SZfC=^\ Jt :^5-jt=^=±=at ^======3= : -L ^ — A- las, I scarce can go or creep, While Lubin is a - way, A - las, I scarce can go or i :s — £ creep, While La - bin is a - way. While Lubin is a - way, is a - way, is a - way. Tis sad to think the days are gone, When those we love are near, I sit upon this mossy stone, And sigh when none can hear. And while I spin my flaxen thread, And sing my simple lay, The village seems asleep or dead, Now Lubin is away. 130 POOR SALLY. ^= 3 =::^ Come, buy, who’ll buy, Come, buy poor Sally’s -p-3- (I 4 * 0*1 i at n £35 * « _ « _ . — .a_ _L gi LlluI ? — LJ- ■ fcr 1 j £ts a wooden ware, Who all for money barters, My pins, my toys, my shoe -knots rare, My bodkins Tr^'-p ^ — — j I ts i :: zi = 5 :-n— :: 7S~ P a J [ r* d -J „ * os r r ® 1 s . a** r. V^- — lace, and garters; Full cheap my various goods I sell. Thro’ village, street, and al - ley. In £ i rr i '*• 1 i 5 ft r t b*- 1 — L — ^ ^ £-1 London, where Fm known full well, They 131 "7 P “I l \ '1 £ l J J 9 A ' Its i 4 call me lit- tie Sal-ly, They call me lit -tie -77-fr-ft— 5 -v ‘“j La :==r£— 1 I* f tv -a -,-r a ^ -j Jt - 1 ■ J p : r _ 1 52 . "J L_. Sally, They call me little Sai-ly, In London where ppgn iSlEfril Fm known full well, They call me little Sally. Now thus from town to town I stray, Light hearted, free from sorrow. And when I eat my meal to day, I care not for to-morrow. So ne’er again Til London see. But range each hill and valley, Come, spend a trifle, sir, with me, And think of little Sally. MASONIC GLEE. By mason’s art th’ aspiring dome In various columns shall arise, All climates are their native home, Their godlike actions reach the skies. 132 m BEN BACKSTAY. L Ben Backstay lov’d the gen - tie An - na, Con- ipH stant as pu - ri - ty was she, Her honey words like B mm succ’ring man-na. Cheered him each voyage he -,-J- mg $ made to sea, One fa - tal morning saw them part-ing, While each the o-ther’s sorrow dried, They, by the tear that then was starting, They, by the tear that then was 6 ► N L -jt^ tr -4- s . K * • n 1 I J ■ 1 w r -r| 9 | V77 ^ 1 . t. ±S starting, Vow’d they'd be constant till they died. 133 At distance from his Anna's beauty, While roaring winds the sea deform, Ben sings, and well performs his duty, And braves for love the frightful storm. Alas! in vain — the vessel batter’d. On a rock splitting open’d wide, While lacerated, torn, and shatter’d, Ben thought of Anna, sigh’d, and died. The semblance of each lovely feature, That Ben had worn around his neck, Where art stood substitute for nature, A tar, his friend, sav’d from the wreck. In fervent hope, while Anna burning, Blush’d as she wish’d to be a bride, The portrait came, joy turn’d to mourning, She saw, grew pale, sunk down, and died GLEE. When for the world’s repose my fairest sleeps, See Cupid hovers round her couch and weeps, Well may’st thou weep, proud boy, thy power die Thou hast no dart when Chloe has no eyes. 134 ONE BOTTLE MORE. Assist me, ye lads, who have hearts void of £ .J" 1 az r~ r sl ^ . i ZiVi ^ w Tl m r - r * r - iT ® — U Lt ± i v . ... — — i 11 guile, To sing in the praises of old Ireland’s isle, Where true hos-pi-ta- li- ty o-pens the door, And 3E*3=1 8- V -P— ^ ~ ' T--^ K~ ^TH L 1 T\ _ ^ L r/7 — . ** » r* o — w 1^ w — friendship detains us for one bot-tle more; One bottle more, arrah, one bot-tle more, And friendship de - tains us for one bot-tle more. 135 Old England your taunts on our country forbear, With our bulls and our brogues we are true and sincere, For if but one bottle remains in our store, We have generous hearts to give that bottle more. At Candy’s, in Church-street, Fll sing of a set, Of six Irish blades who together had met ; Four bottles a-piece made us call for our score, And nothing remained but one bottle more. Our bill being paid, we were loth to depart, For friendship had grappled each man by the heart, Where the least touch, you know, makes an Irishman roar, And the whack from shillelah brought six bottles more. Slow Phoebus had shone through our window so bright, Quite happy to view his blest children of light, So we parted with hearts neither sorry nor sore. Resolving next night to drink twelve bottles more. 136 TO ANACREON IN HEAV’N. liiplp lH To A - nacreon in Heav'n where he sat in i t=f m m full glee, A few sons of harmony sent a petition, That i a~* EE he, their inspirer, and patron would be, When this answer arriv’d from the jolly old Grecian; Voice, g=£=f£RF=f SE: fid -die, and flute, No longer be mute, I'll nn H H- ~t — lend you my name, and inspire you to boot, And be- SHI fc m of. side PH instruct you like me to entwine, The tr C ITO HUS. t~e * — P t ±a myrtle of Venus with Bacchus’s vine And be- 137 nr*— T— 1— I i~T -1 • 1-T W -- 4-4—4- =■ w sid .H ■ _ es r ■li i flt nstruct you like me t ;o entwine, The tr A P r & w • • a i ft) - — E-- . 1 -f= 2 — -H w . __ ! s : IJ myrtle of Venus with Bacchus' - s vine. The news through Olympus immediately flew, When old Thunder pretended to give himself airs, If these mortals are suffer’d their scheme to pursue, The devil a goddess will stay above stairs : Hark, already they cry, “ In transports of joy, “ Away to the sons of Anacreon we'll fly, “ And there, with good fellows, we’ll learn to entwine “ The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus’s vine. “The yellow-hair’d god and his nine fusty maids “ From Helicon’s bank will incontinent flee, “ Idalia will boast but of tenantless shades, “ And the bi-forked hill a mere desert will be. “ My thunder, no fear on’t, “ Shall soon do it's errand, “ And, dam’me! I’ll swinge the ringleaders I warrant, “ I’ll trim the young dogs, for thus daring to twine, "‘The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine.” 138 Apollo rose up, and said, “ Pr’ythee ne’er quarrel, “ Good King of the Gods, with my vot’ries below, Your thunder is useless,” then, shewing his laurel, Gry’d, “Sic evitable fulmen, you know. “Then over each head, “ My laurels I’ll spread, “ So my sons from your crackers no mischief shall dre ad “ While snug in their club-room they jovially twine “ The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus’s vine. Next Momus got up with his risible phiz, And swore with Apollo he’d cheerfully join, “ The full tide of harmony still shall be his, “ But the song, and the catch, and the laugh shall be mine ; “Then, Jove, be not jealous, “ Of these honest fellows,” Cry’d Jove, “We relent, since the truth you now tell us, “ And swear, by Old Styx, that they long shall entwine “The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus’s vine. Ye sons of Anacreon, then join hand in hand, Preserve unanimity, friendship and love, ’Tis yours’ to support what’s so happily plann’d, You've the sanction of Gods, and the fiat of Jove, While thus we agree, Our toast let it be. May our club flourish happy, united and free, And long may the sons of Anacreon entwine, The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus’s vine. 139 BRITONS, STRIKE HOME! "Tr^T- - ~ — p- — — fe - A J ar _ W 9 r -_rL r . lts /i r ._■■■ ~ ^ - .x_x. — i — £ £ 1 L4 1 - -1 -L Britons, strike home, revenge, revenge your - - - sr — r = p» - f h. .» i - S2- - - - - U Country's wrongs, Britons, strike home, revenge, re- venge your country's wrongs; Fight, fight, and re- Hlli y 9 . Pj-g-p- -m - 4 =-^ cord, Fight, fight, and re -cord yourselves m Druid's songs, Fight, fight, and record, Fight, fight, and record, record yourselves in Druid’s songs. 140 LE PORTRAIT. ... _ i n bZ j ^ ~r zj • J J r — ^ « 3 --— j— p— - Portrait eharmant, portrait de mon a - mie, sfcV- -j q - r _ H— : - r-ll rrs t: 1 ' J a w jj ^ -4~>~A 4 l — J-e Ga-ge d’amour. par l’amour ob-te-nu. -rr% — ■ r* \ . T — - f V “n T 7T~ « l P r -m - J • r J -c :: j Ah! viens m'c >ffrir un bien que j'ai p er -dU; Te voir encore me rapelle a la vi - - e. Art enchanteur qui mi rend sa presence, Tu fat cree par l'amant malheureux. Pour adoucir ses d’eplaisirs affreux, Et pour charmer les ennuis de l’absence. % 141 Oui, les voila, les traitsde ce que j’aime, Son doux regard, son maintien candeur; Lorsque ma main les presse sur mon coeur, Je crois encore la presser elle meme. Non tu n’as pas pour moi les m&mes charmes, Ment temoin de mes tendres soupirs, En rapellant nos fugitifs plaisirs, Cruel portrait, tu fais couleur mes larmes. Pardonne, helas! cut injuste langage, Pardonne aux cris de ma vie douleur, Portrait charmant, tu n’est pas le bonheur Mais bien souvent tu m’en offre i'image. 142 GARDEZ VOUS BERGERETTE Apeineeusje at - teint T& - ge, Ou fil - le peut ai-mer; Qu’un ber - ger du vil- 3 3 - ^ W-m± l A “2” “3 — — CS— ic r zr~ —2 r LTv L Lrgr 9 "i _ S 0 -1 iJxZ: yjs i i i _ l_ z* w- la - ge, 1 _ en - ta de m’enflammer, Ah ! 17 * S t * f 7 ' S , S 2 a ! & j rr r~ r _ r ®r ® — . U ** _j — : £ u - — - tjr-L ci - le et qui fait doubler ses attraits, Qui rend le plaisir plus fa-ci-le qui fait ex-cu-serses ex- -J k o I® TT 1 *’ i 9 w r a A, & r L »> — p— — r i ■ £ ces, Qui rend plus ac - ces - si - bles les -tt* T =£5=* -*-■ .P ft- f As * *p—\ & P - P — ’ U _ il l* grands dans leur Palais, Qui sait rendre sen- TT^-“P ... « . Ml ft ?*' Ga L r rr r II SJJ — UJ Li U — u- — u -J -JJ si -bles jus - ques aux sous prefet. H 2 148 Qui donne de Fame pcetus, Et de la joie aux moins lurons T Qui donne de F esprit aux betes, Et courage aux plus poltrons, Qui donne des Caresses, Aux tendrous de Paris, Et qui donne des bosses, A beaucoup de Maris. C’est l’amour, l’amour, &c. Que fait une nouvelle artiste, Qui veut s’assurer des amis, -Que fait une jeune modeste, Pour se mettre envogue a Paris, Que font dans les coulisses, Les banquiers, les docteurs, Ex que font les actrices, Avec certains auteurs. C’est 1' amour, i’amour, &c. Sur les rochers les plus sauvages, Dans les palais, dans les vallons, Dans l’eau, dans Fair, dans les boccages, Sur le chaume, dans les salons, Que fout toutes les belles, Les amans, les epoux, Que fout les touterelles, Et meme les coucous. Cest l’amour, l’amour, &c. 149 LE GENTIL HUSSARD. ~TT~n r 3 — “® ttt: 1 3 -j-. . LAN /S a — -E w LI < 0 ^ 7 — r- -V 1 Ah! que l'amour auroit pour ir J ' loi de charmes, 0 n ! w . q P r !*A a r r i * i _ L Quoi j’ai quiu 2 ::e ans et pas encore d’aman t, ik ~-~ — b — . ~y "“p ^ (h ffl - _ .. ! P KLT^ J J Gentil T w Hussard vien m s es-suy*er mes larmes, [/ • pi A r w it - r T A- J TTf "TT- El LTi a L 1 ^ W. [ JJ Mon coeur pro met d e t’ai j imer tendre - ment. #-■ ' -- -j • T '-T 1 h- I ■TV.. __F _L •d - J ' "r “ J L - UJ i 1 . . L jus. . 42 L * < La, 1 1 a, la, • P - ~rr t- ? * . 1- i X u r -1 1 T1 ! j w ! J ^ SJ — 4 J— -- ::: ” 3 ^ ■ A 150 Ainsi chantoit unejeune fillette ; Ells croyoit desirer le bonbeur, Mieux eut valu hklas pour la pauvrette, Qu’ amour n’eut jamais paru dans son coe ir. Hussard la vit, i’Adora, su lui plaire, Brulent amour les embrasa tous deux, Jamais ce dieu ne forma sur la terre, Cseurs plus ardents ni plus aimable nosuds. Hussard gouta le bonbeur de la vie, Mair ce bonbeur ne dura qu'en seul jour, Puis fut forc& de quitter son amie, Honneur parloit de lui c&der Tamour. Dans les combats hussard perdit la vie, Bien jeune encore s’etoit mourir, helas! Mais tout un jour dans les bras de sa mie, II fut heureux — ah! ne le plaignez pas. 151 CE QUE JE DESIRE. ii -’s»_er7SZI® an 0-p' Ce que je desire et qui j’aune, C’est toujours toi, ^ C’est toujours toi. Pourmon ame le bien su- SZ±: is s 4—*- — 5 3==^: preme, C’est encore toi, C’est encore toi, Si j’ai debeauxjourdanslavie. Ah! c’est partoi,Etmes m wmM & mm larmes, qui les es - suye, C’est encore toi, C’est encore toi, Et mes lar - mes qui les es suye, C’est encore toi, C’est encore toi. 152 Si je place ma confiance, C’est n’est qu’en toi, Sije prends leQon de Constance, C’est bien de toi. Aux doux plaisir, si je me liore, C’est pr&s de toi, Si je seux encore longtems vivre, C’est bien pour toi. Quel autre pourrait me plaire, Autant qui toi, L’ame a la vie est necessaire, Bien moins que toi. Je sens trop que mon existence. Ne tient qu’ a toi, Avec toi tout est jouissance, Et rien sans toi. 153 DANS UN DELIRE EXTREME. - - r t -a- • ’B [T| o * - . ! — o — J — Ll-j^x. - - u ! c— l L[ — — Dans an delire ex-tre-me on vent fuir ce qu’on Tno T m ai - me on, pretend se ven - ger on jure de chan- -.ZZK-T±K—e ger on devient m - fi- de - le on court de bellen belle, on court de bellen bel-ie, et Ton revient tou- m t P, * jours a ses premiers amours, et Ton revient tou- £ CP — z- jours, toujoucs a ses premiers amours, a ses pre- few * 5 ± ^ A miers amours, a ses premiers amours. 154 '-Ok ^ Ah, d’une ardeur sincere, Le terns pent nous distraire, Mais nos plus doux plaisirs Sout dans nos souvenirs On pense encore a celle, Qu’on adore celle, Et Ton revient toujours, A ses premiers amours. Dans ce Paris, plein d’or et de mis&re, En Tan du Christ mil-sept-cent-quartre vingt, Chez un tailleur, mon pauvre et vieux grand-pere, Moi, nouveau ne, sachez ce qu’il m’advint. Rien ne predit la gloire d’un Orph6e A mon berceau, qui n’etait pas de fleurs ; Mais mon grand-pkre, aecourant & mes pleurs, Me trouve un jour dans les bras d’une fee. Le bon vieillard lui dit, Tame inquiete, ‘ A cet enfant quel destin est promis ?’ Eile repond. ‘ Vois le sous ma baguette, Gargon d'auberge, imprimeur, et commis. Un coup de foudre ajoute a mes presages : Ton fils atteint, va perir consume; Dieu le reoarde, et Tosieau ranime Vole, en chantent, braver d’autres orages. De Berangeu. 155 VIVE HENRI QUATRE. i 7 ^ O i 5 — sr: . i e=r A 2 r r L - ^ r .. LZ T rv fn ,i i ~r ^ ± s -l— ^ " -ux i?: ±-g t Ixastredes nuits de son paisible eclat, Lancoit des (►— r-j 0 A. ^ 1 rT — 5l_: ^ : i 1 r L <8 rr\ ' ^ .L a L i 52 -5— k — feux sur les tentes de France, Non loin du Camp un rp . KT ^ 1 , in ^ 5 1 CL _Ej*. rrv ?! s . ^ r i -LF. ° ro ® a L- ^ u -v~- igr- pa t jeune et beau soldat, Ainsi char Si N , itoit appu - ye sur T», in 1 ? B • «k I • i A _• ,d. 3.3... : c c -,3 ^ a jt r “ r ^i KIJ , " ^3 ^ , sa lan - ce, Allez volezZephir joyeux, Portezmes TT*S— q— M A, r r- - . '-t _ L . . . L [ l T\ _i 52 „ r 2 2 . - -..-2- £ h* chants vers ma patri - e; Dites que je veille en ces -7T ^-rTT-»~rzT ^7 n fx L. _cxr ^ i r_ r w _U. * «. g . -u t J;- . iS" 1 lieux, Dites que je veille en ces lieux,Pour la gloire -rr* — h jsr — z z— 8- P *— 1 i---p . f. t 7V7 ... p - 1 r- =*- u- -L fc -P rf\ ?r . p La_ t r_ _ ^ — K y^- - 5 5- — yt et pour mon ami - e, Dites que je veille en ces 158 lieux,Dites que je vielle en ces lieux,Pour la gloire et pour mon ami - e, pour mon ami - e. A la lueur des feux des ennemis. La sentinelle est placee en silence : Mais le Fran^ais, pour abreger les uuits, Chante, appuye sur le fer de sa lance - Allez, volez Zephir joyeux, Portez mes chants dans ma patrie, Dites que je veille en ces lieux, Pour la gloire et pour mon amie. L’astre du jour ramene les combats, Demain il faut signaler sa vaillance, Dans la victoire on trouve le trepas, Mais sije meurs a cote de ma lance: Allez encore joyeux Zephir, Allez, volez dans ma patrie, Dire que mon dernier soupir, Fut pour la gloire et mon amie. 159 is LE PETIT TAME OUR. s. i±3tz m mz3zzML ar Je suis le petit Tambour, De la garde natio- g— g— cjg=g=cgr-|g— p^iT na - le, Fautvoircomme j’m’en re-gale D'rouler Fta- Fine ^ K gi^=ii PlplfS=^gl pin nuit et jcur. L’matin j’commence ma m = ^ : m i ron-de, Par monsieur I’sergentmajor, D’lapour e- m p-A-p. t veiller tout le monde, Je me promene en tapant m fort, Eh v’lan rataplan taplan MadamYe- -rr*~ r — — 1 — t * V — ■ ffi-- Zfc-S ^ — V* •“■S 3 S — q— * * W - * & — d ._ia a - g $ h 1 — - veille monsieur gronde, Eh v’lan ra- taplan ta- D. C.S. plan, C’que c/est qu’d avoir du talent. Je suis 160 Sur 1’orielle ma cocarde, Mon briquet k mon c6t&, Quand j’porte un billet de garde, Comme j’srappe avee fiert&. Eh v’lan, rataplan taplan, Maint ’portiere me regarde, Eh vlan rataplan taplan, C’que c’est qu’d ’avoir du talent. Je suis, &c. y Certain mari m’donne la piece, Pour lui porter un billet, II est d’gard’chez sa maitresse, Mais sa femme connait Psecret. En v’lan rataplan taplan, Au remplacant elP s’addresse. Eh v’lan rataplan taplan, C’que c’est qu’d'avoir du talent. Je suis, &c. A la garde descendante, Passant devant sa maison, J’vois un bizet qui s’absente, Vite je fais carillon, Eh v’lan rataplan taplan, DTavis sa femme est contente, Eh v’lan rataplan taplan, C’que c’est qu’d’ avoir du talent. Je suis, &c. 161 Le soir apr&s mon service, J’vas danser aux porcherons, A mainte fillette novice, J’fais pincer le rigaudon. Eh v’lan rataplan taplan, J ’brille la comme a l’exereise, Eh v’lan rataplan taplan, C’que c’est qu’d’ avoir du talent. Chez un ami quand j’m’adresse, Pas redouble vite en avant, Pour un creancer rien n’presse, Pas ordinaire tout bonn’ment. Eh vian rataplan taplan. Mais quand j’vas voir ma maitresse, Eh v’lan rataplan taplan, C'est pas de charge — et quel talent. Je suis le, &c. Je suis, &c, i Q 162 WHEN THE ROSY MORN. £ When the ro - sy mom ap - pear - ing, £e=£ £ £ Paints with gold the ver - dant lawn, Pi £ Bees on banks of thyme dis - port - ing, 3 2 4-v- Sip the sweets and hail the dawn. Warbling birds the day proclaiming,. Carol sweet the lively strain, They forsake the leafy dwelling, To secure the golden grain. See, content, the humble gleaner, Take the scatter’d ears that fall. Nature, all her children viewing, Kindly bounteous, cares for all. 163 c THE LAMPLIGHTER. p-ri m *r rd 22 ! a 7T 3FO , — l, ! •_ r . i £ ”1 r rrS J , L ^ < 52 ^ -L I’m jol - ly Dick the lamplighter, They * _- t; £ a.:: red t * >v _ * . A _ « ... ~ s r - - B. L_ [T\ . P ! P E.L r r l- . say the sun’s my dad, And trul y I believe it, - m ~rn 3”' 'V'l ' ■ C:r:£ -£~E-I A. ^-J fi- .. .2.. i L n .iLM . m . sir, For I’m a pretty lad. Father and I the •u. ... <*> GL r. r F w gp IT dZ E L< TP «_J p — f T\ “t ^ - - — ^12 world delight. And make it look so gay, The sc* *•£-* 2E ! t=!±=s — t «: -TD— d Us j r T\ — : 1 ^ L _ w * W 1 -L U 1 U-L difference is, I lights by night, and father lights by * p. T .a — A A_ & . . 4z . _l. .. r : : r r 1 TV - - ... 1 L ... ... 3 W £ day, The difference is, I lights by night, And father * _ Jk. M r iN ------ — ± FE-^Er- 2 ^ lights by day, And father lights by day 164 '-O'- But father’s not the likes of I, For knowing life or fun, For I strange tricks and fancies spy, Folks never show the sun. Rogues, owls, and bats can’t bear the light. I’ve heard your wise ones say, And so, d'ye mind, I sees at night Things never seen by day. At night men lay aside ail art, As quite a useless task, And many a face and many a heart Will then pull off the mask. Each formal prude and holy wight Will throw disguise away, And sin it openly at night, Who sainted it all day. His darling hoard the miser views, Misses from friends decamp, And many a statesman mischief brews fo his country o'er his lamp. So father and I, d'ye take me right, Are just on the same lay, I bare-fac’d sinners light by night, And he false saints by day. . 165 CAPTAIN WATTLE AND MISS ROE. iliHliii 111 Did you ever hear of Captain Wattle? He was *-’h=~z-.=x=zi====f = pj: •ft ti g — w i all for love, and a lit -tie for the bottle, We m p p- — & p — p know not, tho’ pains we have ta’en to enquire, rt-F-F ~!5 ~ *> JF ^ b-.“ p~ - p K 3E fr-fcfc: L "U Lf r 53 fc*- U £*-T If gunpowder he invented, or the Thames set on 2 - - j W — - — — lii: p — p fire, If to him was the centre of gra-vi-ty known, The longitude, or the philosopher's stone, Or I, whether he studied from Bacon or Boyle, Co- 166 *d^=P=p: gzzs: be pernicus, Locke, Kater-felto, or Hoyle, But 8 . , » W - ■*T r — .. Cot-ta-ges ap- pearing, as he’s nigh to drop; 171 Threads the ma-zes tow’rd the mountain’s top! AGNES. ^ ■A* 1 9 ah. ft _ 1 .j'j'j n_ * . p r _ r_ @ r . p. . 4 ■1 r /T I. W e | W . m L p p — r -4 b- i ®, .I r r _ 1 ^ L — — ' "1 & i b ! b t J — .j SADI. Oh, how briskly then the way-worn traveller ? — , E — E-i-t — qn x is * • c i-i 8 . L k i p El i -JJ $2— 4 cw - P- i* ! t — b - 1 - 1 1 JJ Threads the ma-zes tow’rd the mountain’s top! Ac. Tho’ so melancholy day has pass’d by, ’Twould be folly now to think on’t more. Sa. Blythe and jolly he the cann holds fast by, As he’s sitting at the goatheard’s door, Ag. Eating, quaffing, At past labours laughing, Sa. Better far, by half, in Spirits than before. Ag. Oh, how merry then the rested traveller Seems, while sitting at the goatheard’s door. i 2 HOW CHEERFUL ALONG THE GAY MEAD. [DR. ARNE.] How cheerful along the gay mead, The > — fs» zzzst: dai - sy and cow - slip ap - pear, - - The > “ k P .*• sr a — Ti ar fe X ■ -E, . - " r 5 g; -> -- - u — flocks as they care - less - ly feed, - Re- e ^ r -*1 : 1 P~t 2L. Cl 3 • J p J $ • r 9 1 1 joice in the spring of the year ; - The pi .. 1 r "s - t T , - L J ^ . V . - b | -is* n • f» r ' .T p _ F a . ,2 - ^ a_ i L-J : xfc .. . inyr - ties that shade the gay bow'rs, - The f7 ^ ^ T" j K_ ? , \ ® ^__L ,r ff • j- i 45 & a .p. .1 r __ r |L- j - A 00.1 \ - - 1 herbage that springs from the sod, - Trees, 173 Shall Man the great master of all. The only insensible prove. Forbid it fair gratitude’s call, Forbid it devotion and love; Thou Lord, who such wonders could raise And still can destroy with a nod. My lips shall incessantly praise ; My soul shall be wrapt in my God. ISABEL In youth when love assailed my mind. My transports none can tell. Till riper years to me consigned The lovely Isabel. Nor can May morn such charms disclose, When birds their matins swell, Or Night’s tear, sparkling on the rose. Compare with Isabel. 174 RISE, GLORY RISE. [DR. ARNE.] t-tHt 1 r: . T---k fw ” ::::: ■ *T ] I .i.i'’ l. r m » i if r Gy 1 r: n i P - j" : r - fcE~:f W _cl _ - J L J I S_ jp Rise, rise, rise, glory rise, glory J e=R= F Ft r~ P-- — =v — f>- T . * i-5* y- - 1 rise in - all thy charms, in all thy all thy charms - - - - - - - 175 3Pf=rj - in =f=dr= all thy charms, Spread thy TEiEiElSEi $=fc=* guild-e w — m . :: 2 d banners r7=-~> :~t — i“_ round, Make — :s==Jfi thy thun F f=F q=~i -JF . 2M=i3 — 4 — — ~~S d’ring cour — - — ^rn* - ser be S9=F=ff ±r4 >und, mpman — r Tra-t 6-Eeee bound, =T^ - — - — bound, ma : =P=l=f l ke thy thun ^ — - — S — j— s iM *3i a i* l ^-EHEizrE^EEE^ - - d’ring co £_i5T 3-^5E=H=: ur - ser bound, make thy thun - - S==^F=^-r [3*=-- I — =• H T—h-’-t-T ; i: ::;: - - d'ring cour - ser bound. 5F-~- — fT ; -1 — :£-~W— p~T $=* *=N=j £=UE£ “ Bid the drum, bid the drum and truin-pet m join, Warm my soul with rage di- £ vine, Warm my soul with rage di- i^s Siplilifepl vine, with rage di- vine ; - Bid the drum, - bid the trumpet, the trumpet join. iigipisjpl Ww'«l 177 zrs; i- .. . i»*-: A I j’ . .. L-- . 1 r rr\ ? .. a 1 _L~ . I — i — 1 L — - 1 * warm mv P TT 9 '“f ^ r_ a. ■ □ .. e i _ -T- T- r r S w Lftt L. w - Lul soul with rage di - vine, -rr -> r - 4 . q . _ - ~o ^ a - * 7 „_3 . _ 118 f T\ .. ^ ^ • § a \U **"«* L — • with rage di vine. i _ - fj - . q ^ » - ... S * ^ a K {Jri .J 15 d r a P w — J — J — 1 All thy pomps a - round thee call, To conquer love will ask them all, To ___ 7* - -• * - - p: _ sr~q qs _ . _ . ^ SB ^ J ■ & f:r E£F -i A 1 con - quer, love will ask them all, 178 ifSiiSiHipi all thy pomps, all thy pomps a - round thee call To con - quer, love will ask them -77 — — - m ■ — -r TV w . - -1 - 1 V- r -i r° ....... 4 ” d. all. all. all, to con - quer love will ask them all. THE PAIN AND THE PLEASURE. (A DUET.) Oh, tell me what is it that spurns rule or measure, And yet is composed of the pain and the pleasure ; So cold, and yet burning! so sweet, yet distressing! Oh, tell me, what is it — an ill or a blessing? ’Tis love ! it is love ! so untamed and capricious ! So tender, yet cruel ! so strange, yet propitious ! That feeds on the heart, yet the heart’s fondest treasure, Tis love that imbibes both the pain and the pleasure! 179 THE GARLAND OF LOVE. [hook ] Moderato ’JET dOtL IS T IS . I Tv XJ T 1 K r © f m o t r r yr zzcl ^ i L — — 4 — - — 1 p x How sweet are the flow - ers that jrrtfc a: • is: 7 v s^zr: :p:„. ^ r _ r - . is _ r Hn 1 L L * 4 - J J ? -| grow by yon fountain! And sweet are the m cow - slips that span - gle the grove, And ~t:±i 7T T - - * ■ - i W w T • w r- r P fh J . * d i . | i r b r sweet is the breeze that blows o - ver the Yf j" ^ | “ fk 7T - 1 r r . 9 t 3 1 » i | if - * fh ] . . _ J 1 * b“ J « — b moan -tain, But sweet - er by far is the (7 _ _ __ _.l R“' rtf r* A A_._ te, h — -- , 1 L 1 «i 0 f- — J- L- 5 h- 5__d E= lad that I love ; I'll weave a gay nr “5 rtf 1 er • -1 S 4 : . n s : . f# J J | : r if r ®T . £±v J 1 * r b r - 2 r .. r W —4 L v ifi* — ^ „ i 'y& -(?J t b :: gar -land, a fresh blow - ing gar-land, With 180 li - lies and ro - ses, and sweet bloom-ing po - sies, I’ll weave a gay gar -land, a fresh blow-ing gar-land. With - li - lies and ill iipl ro - ses, and sweet bloom-ing po-sies, To ~U~ IS f£L it* aa mo ®_ - .p ® JS 7T © i . _L _L. A. E JJ3 m. 1 ZTLZ 1 __ LZ L_ 2L r r W a ^ - {jjp ■“ -b u JJ give to the lad my heart tells me I love. It was down in the vale where the sweet Torza, gliding In murmuring stream, ripples through the dark grove, I own’d that 1 felt, all my passion confiding, To ease the fond sighs of the lad that 1 love; Then I’ll weave a gay garland, &c. 181 Ml I LO’E NAE A LADDIE BUT ANE. [scots air.] #=£=? !S “ — -4* — — | Sfe h, :p — hj=H — - r 4 - — ■ - . **- - I lo’e nae a lad - die but 7T - t S rtv w w r 0 s ane, He lo’es nae a las - sie but wmm me; He’s will - ing to mak’ me bis ain, An’ his ain I’m will - ing to iipispipfgiii be : He coft me a roke-ly o’ blue, A ISipplSiiPIiif pair o’ mit - tens o’ green, An’ his 182 L LX a A ^ mi — f • «i , - r * ( TS i - I . _TL _ & I P * _ r ^ . t -4 K * F -ah" I-CL+: — g — e* price was a kiss o’ my mou ; An’ I -Tf > iT V T — ’ n~l nf ^ ~ ^ J T , -$■ rr\ i, : • ... 'N- I T i 1 W- 5 — « paid him the debt yes - treen. VIVE L’ AMOUR. Dear husband, take no jealous flights, Twill make yo^yv forehead tingle, The dames of Franc^Pnow well their rights. Or better far live single. The heart will still go pit-a-pat, The eye will seek to lure; What, banish ogling, and all that! Au eontraire — Vive 1’ Amour! Of spinning wheels I hate the sound. And knitting is so teazing ; But in the dance’s giddy round I find the art of pleasing. My foot is to the tune so pat, 1 cannot sit mum chance, What, banish ogling, and all that! Au eontraire — Vive la Danse ! 183 OPE THY CASEMENT, LADY BRIGHT. [IRISH MELODY.] SEliiiipIlinSIipiii Ope thy casement, La - - dy bright, Tis thy lo - ver calls; Pearly dews of night, Now hang on thy moss co-ver’d walls ; Tho’ -EgEpEEHEEfe* 5® m g dark is the night, and the dews they are & chill, Yet l brave the rough blast from the rr " j :: 'jo i "T - -4 JJ < j js e .1 — & — ; j E--£— •“ * hill, O la - dy, ’tis for thee. 184 Breathe one soft word, Lady bright. To ray ’raptur’d ear, I will bless the night, Though cold ’tis around me, and drear; Oh ! sweetly forgive me for chasing thy rest, And the sigh of delight from my breast, O Lady, flies to thee ! ON A ROSE TREE, WHICH HAD WITHERED AND AGATN APPEARED IN ITS PRISTINE BEAUTY. Mary’s sweet rose blossom’d gay, A beauteous flow’r it did display, Alas! it wither’d soon; Its fragrance lasted but a day, So fast all beauty fades away. Like rainbow tints in June ! But Mary’s tender kindness prov’d, That faded beauty still she lov’d. Her kind assistance gives; By care the tree again has bloom’d Is once more charmingly perfum’d, In loveliness it lives. 185 HUSHABEE, MY SWEET WEE DONALD. ^ . — h-3z~- [J. PARRY.] > ±=az )-zz4z Hush - a - bee, tny sweet wee Donald, iiiippii'piiilii Picture o’ the great Clanronald, Thou’lt be chief o’ a’ the clan, If thou art spar’d to be a man. Then VP hush-a-bee, mysweetweeDonald,hush-a-beemyboy. Leeze me on thy bonnie craigie, An’ thou live thou’lt lift a naigie, Travel the country thro' and thro’ And bring me hame a Carlyle cow. Then hushabee &c. 186 Thro* the lawland, o’er the border Weel, my babie, may thou furder Herry the louns o’ the laigh countrie, Syne to the highlands hame to me. O ! hushabee &c. O GIN MY LOVE WERE YON RED ROSE. O gin my love were yon red rose That grows upon the castle wa’, And ] mysel’ a drap o’ dew, Into its bonny breast to fa’ ! Oh, there beyond expression blest, I’d feast on beauty a’ the night ; Seal’d on its silk-saft faulds to rest, ’Till fley’d awa by Phoebus’ light. O were my love yon lilac fair, Wi’ purple blossoms to the spring ; And I a bird to shelter there, When wearied on my little wing: How I wad mourn, when it was torn By autumn wild, and winter rude! But I wad sing on wanton wing, When youthfu’ May its bloom renew’d. 187 JACK’S FIDELITY. [dibdin.] If ever a Sailor was fond of good sport ’Mongst the girls, why that Sai • lor was gIi§I;=fe§^=iiiE:ii=i=p Of all siz - es and sorts I’d a wife at each port, But when that I saw'd Polly mmm wMwrn m Ply, - I hail’d her my love - ly and Si i szizfcz: ~" F~- — y EK giv’d her a kiss, And swore to bring up once for P-rf-, W f* __ ^ “K T p . r - p sr — t p t \ ty r p . . r r- « d t w t — t- id - . . b_s — 5-tF all, - And from that time black Bar-na-by splic’d us till this, From that time black Barnaby splic’d us to this, I’ve been constant and true to my Poll, I’ve been con-stantand true to my Pol!. And yet now all sorts of temptations Pve stood, For I afterwards sail’d round the world, And a queer set we saw of the devil’s own brood, Wherever our sails were unfurl’d ; Some with faces like charcoal, and others like chalk, All ready one’s heart to o’erhaul, Don’t ye go to love me, my good girls, said 1, walk, I’ve sworn to be constant to Poll. 189 I met with a squaw out at India beyond, All in glass and tobacco pipes dress’d, What a dear pretty monster! so kind and so fond, That I ne’er was a moment at rest, With her bobs at her nose, and her quab, quab, quab, All the world like a bartlemy doll ; Says I, — you miss Copperskin, just hold your jaw, For I shall be constant to Poll. Then one near Sumatra, just under line, As fond as a witch in a play, 1 loves you, says she, just only be mine, Or by poison I’ll take you away ; Curse your kindness, said I, but you can’t frighten me, You don’t catch a gudgeon this haul, If I do take your rats bane, why then do you see, I shall die true and constant to Poll. But I escap’d from ’em all, tawny, lilly, and black. And merrily weather’d each storm. And my neighbours to please, full of wonders came back, But what’s better, I’m grown pretty warm, And so now to sea I shall venture no more, For you know being rich I’ve no call. So 1 11 bring up young tars, my duty ashore, And live, and die constant to Poll. 190 ■-<5^ V>. OSCAR’S GHOST. [scots melody.] — :t :: -sr- _ rn s t is _ ^ : s * n • (_ : r ^~-— O see that form that faint-ly gleams! Tis Os - car come to cheer my dreams : On wings mmifiiti of wind he flies a - way ; O stay, my love - ly Os - car, stay. Wake, Ossian, last of Fingal’s line, And mix thy sighs and tears with mine. Awake the harp to doleful lays, And soothe my soul with Oscar’s praise. The shell is ceas’d in Oscar’s hall, Since gloomy Cairbar wrought his fall ; The roe on Morven lightly bounds, Nor hears the cry of Oscar’s hounds. 191 '-O* <-&' SWEETEST MAY. [scots melody.] El z& A Sweet est May, let love in - spire thee; ig Take a heart which he de - signs thee : • n P-- r-3-^fcsr— *-r-fe-—£—e! 'V- - A ' ■ Lb * III -.11 1 ^ » 5 ta* — :: + : 5= As thy con - stant slave re - gard it ; For its faith and truth re - ward it. Proof o’ shot to birth or money. Not the wealthy, but the bonny, Not high-born, but noble-minded, In love’s silken band can bind it. 192 HOW SWEET THIS LONE VALE. [scots air.] =fc- -S ^ TV « li EL a T - » - ... riZ TL fVs o L F 1 "'Ml » • "I ** 07. Tj T. s How s ;weet this lone vale, and how zcr jl -r ~r a « zr t z rz ^ ^z azz»zr a~ ^ — a~ ~r T -~rr az: ^ 0" T 1 LLi ^ ^ I sooth - ing to feel-ing Yon night-in-gale’s tr ft- -p-f— :* L r: !L Sr- l-t==b — i Izip S^r— - notes, which in me - lo - - dy melt ; Ob- *: :5~:3::5={ 5 - • 1 ■H h 1 h Ur 1 ? - > ' Q - *- 1 : ; L - U-l — livion of woe oer my mind gently stealing, A nr - -fc f-. P K-: 5Z • e ..:n_ — • — • "IT <-* e *>- : 5 — 0* - pause from keen sorrow a moment is felt. The moon’s yel - - low light o’er the 193 '<7i SMILES AND TEARS. Some say that a woman is lovelier far When a tear dims her sweet-beaming eye ; But no, let me see it beam forth like a star, Rendered bright by the smile that is nigh. And yet I confess that their tears have the power To mould lovers hearts as they choose ; For, ah! who could see the poor rose in a shower And the shelter of pity refuse. iV 194 PROSPECT OF HOPE. [reeve.] zzzic rE £33 4fcri In the downhill of life, when I find I’m de - clin ing, May my fate no less for - tu - nate be; Than a snug el -bow pEpf chair can af - ford for re - dining, And a znzz Si tm wmmmimm cot that o’er - looks the wide sea. ^ — s— : q :: q~ -3 ::: T h * :zg :i — : 4 3 :: j j fc: E— =t— -ti-:; -pp- With an ambling pad poney to pace o’er the rsfc PP :t=t JOt: £ lawn, While l car-rol a- way i-dle sorrow; And 195 rr “ “ Jk r " ' i ■r • A © • - - ¥ r . | p » -W \ r s w If” T m r r r ^ ■ rfL t t — & ~ L 9 — L»- J t i=“ : kt: — 1 biy the as the lark that each day hails the mor - row, to - mor - row, to - mor-row, look forward with hope for to - mor - row. With a porch at my door both for shelter and shade too, As the sunshine or rain may prevail, And a small spot of ground for the use of t he spade too With a barn for the use of the flail, A cow for my dairy, a dog for my game, And a purse when a' Mend wants to borrow ; I’ll envy no Nabob his riches or fame, Nor what honours may wait him to-morrow. k 2 196 From the bleak northern blast may my cot be completely Secur’d by a neighbouring hill, And at night may repose steal upon me more sweetly. By the sound of a murmuring rill : And while peace and plenty I find at my board, With a heart free from sickness and sorrow. With my friends will I share what to-day may afford, And let them spread the table to-morrow. And when T at last must throw off this frail covering, Which I’ve worn for three score years and ten : On the brink of the grave I’ll not seek to keep hovering, Nor my thread wish to spin o’er again : But my face in the glass I’ll serenely survey. And with smiles count each wrinkle and furrow; As this old worn out stuff which is threadbare to-day, May become everlasting to-morrow. HONEST NATURE ANSWERS, NO. What is love ? an idle passion, Sage advisers call it so ; Can l treat it in their fashion ? Honest nature answers, no. Wise ones, cease, in vain your preaching, Age has turned your hearts to snow, Can I profit by your teaching ? Honest nature answers, no. 197 DEATH OR VICTORY. [dibdin.] -77 _ r • :±: :: d A T 4 ff * m i\\ Lv r : :£r. : i * A ^ | L — — — — — - — -L Hark the din of dis - tant war, How cr -r _ - ::: zwr- : : : ^ _w_ . 9 At p** _i ^ P - i. . TS J \ a [ . » r r 12 m , 1 no-ble is the clangor ; Pale death ascends his E-bon car, Clad in ter - ri - fic an - - ger ; A iiiiiipppipiiiK doubtful fate the Soldier tries, Who joins the doubtful JC r if: =3-:: f ~ • | j- 1 * A i "i f 77 — r C±S r r___3 i — i — -- J — i — > — V w 5* quar-rel, Per-haps on the cold ground he lies, No jz: z 3 :: : : r-i- =: =: z T r - r - i M M g r £ r- 1 V--' • j u — 1 J ■ £ - 1 b -L wife, no friend to close his eyes, Though 198 no - bly mourn’d, per - haps returned ?F T— — — j ** r . P s r "ill P i - : ^ J w t — -i ~ ::=-U crown’d with vict'ry’s lau - - rel. How many who, disdaining fear, Rush on the desp’rate duty, Shall claim the tribute of the tear, That dims the eye of beauty ? A doubtful fate the soldier tries, - Who joins the gallant quarrel ; Perhaps on the cold ground he lies, No wife, no friend to close his eyes, Tho’ nobly mourn’d ; perhaps, return’d, He’s crown’d with victory’s laurel. What noble fate can fortune give ? Renown shall tell our story, If we should fall, but if we live, We live our country’s glory. Tis true a doubtful fate he tries, Who joins the gallant quarrel ; Perhaps on the cold ground he lies, No wife, no friend to close his eyes, Tho’ nobly mourn’d; perhaps, return’d, He’s crown’d with victory’s laurel. 199 KATE KEARNEY. [IRISH AIR.] i liiili -it t—r ~j£ r- Oh, did you not hear of Kate Kearney, She lives on the banks of Kil- i — W — » ■*0- ■® — #■ pzzzfe: arney, From the glance of her eye, shun 5=^|^ -u — danger, and fly, For fatal’s the glance of Kate Kearney. For that eye is so mo-dest-Iy ~TT *" 1 — K * “ -t - -r* & i Jfc3-=f=: ^-:=e-==- ^ ^ - “™U beaming, You’d ne’er think of mischief she’s frrrydk 200 dreaming, Yet,, oh I can tell, how fa - tal the spell, That lurks in the eye of Kate Kearney. Oh, should you e’er meet this Kate Kearney, Who lives on the banks of Kilarney, Beware of her smilej, for many a wile Lies hid in the^eawie. of Kate Kearney ; Tho’ she looks so bewitchingly simple, Yet there’s mischief in every dimple, And who dares enhale her sighs’ spicy gale, Must die by the breath of Kate Kearney. FRUITFUL EARTH DRINKS UP THE RAIN. % (A GLEE.) Fruitful earth drinks up the rain, Trees from earth drink that again ; The sea, too, drinks the air, The sun drinks the sea, And him the moon, — Is it a reason, then, do you think, . That I should thirst when all else drink? 201 THE SOLDIER’S RETURN. [burns.] -77— * rf * i - — fl 1 - (in x lT n x a xx r r j ! 4 . J J - P „ fa* gL fl* f- L : L 1 1 . • Tm ^ BP I When wild war's dead - ly blast was blawn, And gentle peace re - turn - ing, And eyes a - gain wi’ plea - sure beam’d, That had been blear’d wi’ mourn - ing. I left the lines and tent - ed fields, Where 202 Siilliliilli hum - ble knapsack a’ my wealth, A A leal light heart beat in my breast, My hands unstain’d wi’ plunder ; And to dear Scotia, hame again, I cheerly on did wander. I thought upon the banks o’ Coil : 1 thought upon my Nancy, 1 thought upon the ’witching smile, That caught my youthfu’ fancy. At length I reach’d the bonny glen, Where early life I sported, I pass’d the mill aud try sting thorn, Where Nancy oft I courted. Wha spied I but mine ain deijtr maid, Down by her mother’s dwelling ! And turn’d me round to hide the flood That in my een was swelling. m 203 WF alter’d voice, quoth I, Sweet lass, Sweet as yon hawthorn blossom, 0 ! happy, happy may he be, That’s dearest to thy bosom ! My purse is light, I’ve far to gang, Fain wad I be thy lodger; IVe serv’d my king and country lang, Tak pity on a sodger. Sae wistfully she gaz’d on me, And lovelier grew than ever; Quoth she, A sodger ance I lo’ed, Forget him shall I never; Our humble cot, and hamely fare, Ye freely shall partake o t: That gallant badge, the dear cockade, Ye’re welcome for the sake o’t. She gaz’d — she redden’d like a rose, Syne pale like ony lily, She sunk within my arms, and cried. Art thou mine ain dear Willie ? By him who made yon sun and sky, By whom true love’s rewarded ; 1 am the man ! — and thus may still True lovers be rewarded. i 204 The wars are o’er, and I’m come hame, And find thee still true-hearted; Though poor in gear, we’re rich in love, And, mair, we’se ne’er be parted. Quo’ she, My grandsire left me gowd, A maiiin plenish’d fairly; Come then, my faithfu’ sodger lad, Thourt welcome to it dearly. For gold the merchant ploughs the main. The farmer ploughs the manor ; But glory is the sodger’s prize ; The sodger’s wealth is honour. The brave poor sodger ne’er despise, Nor count him as a stranger. Remember, he’s your country’s stay, In day and hour o’ danger. WE ADORE THEE, O MARY. Devotion’s imprest in every breast, But manners and time, complexion and clime, The idols of worship vary And we adore thee, O Mary. The smiles on thy cheek, that tenderly speak. The flames in thine eyes, that strike by surprise, Transport to the realms of fairy : We must adore thee, O Mary. 205 JACK’S GRATITUDE. [dibdin.] I’ve sail’d round the world with - out PM — y — \^w~ fear or dismay, I've seen the wind foul and Pve ]T- f - f y £ . .ar — _ _ ► * _ p. e seen the wind fair, I’ve been wounded and <51 ship wreck’d and trick’d of my pay, But a 5c- :=; ^ r r-4- :p~t* “q - -fjS 5-1^== — J— a « brave British sai - lor should ne - ver des - pair. When in a French prison I chanc’d for to lie, With no light from the heavens, and scarce any air, In a dungeon, instead of in battle, to die, Was dismal, I own, but I did not despair. 206 Bat Lord this is nothing : — my poor upper works Got shatter’d, and I was obliged to repair; I’ve been shot by the French, and a slave ’mongst the Turks, But a brave British sailor should never despair. But for all these misfortunes I’d yet cut a dash, Lay snug up my timbers, and never know care, If the agent had not ran away with the cash, And so many brave fellows plung’d into despair. So coming long side of our bold Royal tar, I told him the rights on% for why should I care, Of my wrongs, and my hardships, and wounds in the wars, And if how he would right me I should not despair. Says his highness, says he, such ill treatment as thine Is ashame,and henceforward thy fortune’s my care, So now blessings on him, sing out me and mine, And thus British seamen should never despair. So straightway he got it made into a law, That each Tar of his rhino should have his full share ; And now agents, d’ye see, may coil up their slack jaw For the duke is our friend, and we need not despair. 207 Then push round the grog, though we face world, Let our Royal Tars pennant but fly in the air, And the sails of our navy again be unfurl’d, We’ll strike wond’ring nations with awe and despair. THE BONNIE WEE THING. Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing, Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine, I wad wear thee in my bosom, Lest my jewel I should tine. Wishfully I look and languish In that bonnie face o’ thine ; And my heart it stounds wi’ anguish. Lest my wee thing be na mine. Wit, and grace, and love, and beauty, In ane constellation shine ; To adore thee is my duty, Goddess o’ this soul o’ mine ! Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing, Lovely wee thing, wert thou mine, I wad wear thee in my bosom, Lest my jewel I should tine. 208 THE CAPTIVE RIVAL. [STORACE.] A r' . n ... i. “TTT - ^ r--T' -* ; IJZT * v p . Plung’d in dun-geon deep and drear, A -live my ri - val fills a grave. Unheeded starts his burning tear, A lonely dark, a lonely dark, a lone - ly dark e - ter - nal doom. - There, the TT ; Vr -- T ‘ ■j — i i hr T /■ -m ! l»«3. „| I 1 , — t 1 • 1 L~ A J*”® ^ * jr* * 1— J ^ -d x loathly scorpion crawls, There the loathly scorpion crawls, The lizard tracks his sli - my lair, 209 m ttrxi: i And as each pat - tring cave drop falls, And as each fell M 4-ezy pat - tring cave drop falls, He counts the death watch of de - spair, He counts the i=j=g; i -G © death watch of de - spair. - - - There from cavern’d chambers nigh, Oft bursts some I=h313e ¥2=«: ■ 4 — 4 fellow bondsman's groan, He lifts the fetter’d i — ; — t cc * T _ r ^ i 7T n J J W * ^ ~ :: -• 3 i « ! •u y H hand on high, And wildly answers with his 210 own, Wildly answers - - with his H =£= EfeEpEpE own, Wild - ly an « swers with his own. THERE BE NONE OF BEAUTY’S DAUGHTERS LIKE THEE. There be none of Beauty’s daughters With a magic like thee, And like music on the waters, Is thy sweet voice to me. When, as if its sound were causing The charmed ocean’s pausing. The waves lie still and gleaming, And the lull’d winds seem dreaming. And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o’er the deep, Whose breast is gently heaving, As an infant’s asleep. So the spirit bows before thee, To listen and adore thee. With a full but soft emotion, Like the swell of summer’s ocean. 211 LEWIS GORDON. [IRISH AIR.] *77 — s — fe fe I? — X^— T 7T — V J . . . ‘ *1 r 1 ^ 1 O ! send Le - wis Gor - don hame, 17 N_. j * — — : Bi i t— x b J i • m r 1 L_ ± 1 _ r j ... = 5—^ * & \ i And the lad I dare - na name ; Tho’ his back be Here’s to him that’s far a - wa\ Oh hon, my High - land - man ! Oh, my bon - ny High - land - man! 212 p r - L a IV © . % J J ’Jr . p . p* r. * r r ^ m ' sJJ Weel wad I my true - love ken, A- . . ^ N __ P — J 1 -i — • 9 r k - r - MS 8 Ji yz ! • — $ > J~--— — « mang ten thou - sand High - land - men. 0 ! to see his tartan trews. Bonnet blue, and laigh-heel’d shoes, Philabeg aboon his knee ! That’s the lad that I’ll gang wi\ Oh hon, my Highlandman, &c. The princely youth of whom I sing, Is fitted for to be a king; On his breast he wears a star ; You’d tak him for the god o’ war. Oh hon, my Highlandman, &c. O ! to see this princely one Seated on a royal throne ! Disasters a’ wad disappear, Then begins the jub’lee year. Oh hon, my Highlandman, &c. 213 I, LIKE A SHIP [beggars opera.] Ejfe El 3= EpEEEEEEIEiEEE: -< =S= W=z h-~± I, like a ship, in storms was tost, Yet a- fraid to put into land ; For seiz’d in the port the mm m ?§g vessel’s lost, Whose treasure is contra - band. The waves are laid, my du - ty’s paid, O joy beyond ex - pres - sion : Thus safe a shore, l gpmuifusipl ask no more, My all is in my pos - session, possession, My all is in my pos - ses - sion. 214 “ 5 = 3 = 3 : FILL EVERY GLASS. £beggars opera.] s- e==£ EE Fill ev’ry glass for wine in-spires us, And m fires us with courage, love, and joy ; -p — p m Women and wine should life em - ploy. Is there ouaht else on earth de - sir - ous, EF—3— ! — i _ m i. -e — - 9 P— — ■ sS— — rn — ~ :: sL .p. . . Fill ev’ry glass, for wine in - spires us, And m ill £ I m fires us with courage, love, and joy. 215 IF YOU AT AN OFFICE. Tbeggars opera.] If you at an office so-li-cit your due, And rzr ^ 2 " ~ : : :: at . . p - - r _ . . ^ . | W h, - f Tt L i L ^ r e _« "2 j 1 i 1 t — - would not have matters neg-lected, You must -rr - q “rl :q ~ 1 P J L _ L :i §5 .« $ + . A. i .-.- w f * r p quicken the clerk with the perquisite too, To i m HI do what his duty di - rect - ed. Or, te would you the frowns of a lady prevent, She too has this pal - pa - ble fail - ing, The 216 'O O'Oi. « rh— : E r P 1 srqi , , J-X uisite softens her into consent; That Jp q m - W . . 11 A # ■ * a T n - . a 1 fh . * b ® r c * r . 1 1 xjj — j p j - :L J . ° JJ rea - son with all is pre - vail - ing. THE SPRING OF THE YEAR. Gone were but the winter cold, And gone were but the snow, I could sleep in the wild woods Where primroses blow. Cold's the snow at my head, And cold at my feet; And the finger of death’s at my een, Closing them to sleep. Let none tell my father, Or my mother so dear, — I’ll meet them both in heaven At the spring of the year. 217 STRANGER, THINK ME NOT TOO BOLD. [moorehead.] ten to a sim - pie truth, lis L 218 The heart alone is worth a thought ; Features boast no real worth; Beauty may be sold or bought; True merit in the mind has birth. Yet think not, stranger, I would say Mine are features form’d to please I haste to chase the thought away, By simply shewing such as these. ’Twas you, sir, ’was you, sir, I tell you nothing new, sir, ’Twas you that kissed (he pretty girl, Twas you, sir, you ; ’Tis true, sir, 'tis true, sir, You look so very blue, sir, Tin sure you kissed the pretty girl, Tis true, sir, true ; Oh, sir, no, sir, How can you wrong me so, sir? 1 did not kiss the pretty girl — But 1 know who! ’TWAS YOU, SIR. (A CATCH.) 219 SOFT AS THE FALLING DEWS OF NIGHT. [R. LIGHT.] Soft as the fal - ling dews of nigjit, The “rr. “ ^ j i pn i j ~ — t /A /J ^ jad 1 _ . i . j i . ] a pK ~ w « ® 1 L3 .© • ® r:_ _r *• X — ^ -L- --b- 1 tear of pi - ty flows, Bright as the morn’s re- £- §i - : p» 0 t • f- w ”■ ^ turn - ing light, That gilds the op’ - ning cr_. : _ 1 r — r q = . x /S. . • n f ! r r_._r_: .... *3T ^ ' r_ T W * - - J qq*c i*j: ■* ^ x rose: That gilds, that gilds the opTi - ing rose: nr -ra : /> q ^ a F • i 4K p r- ' .. . f ty J * y 1 - -1 J Ly ® / u* - -U^ u Sweet as the fra - grant breeze of May, Her sym-pa - the - tic sigh, Mild as the dawn-ing l 2 220 V>! 1 H 1 A 1 J r — to A M J J L J a. s . J M ©_ ^ ^ - __ i. . L ~d — — €T tint of day, The beam that lights her ~rr . P ' n & - bj—« ::: i • r ^ HE~EE= II eye, The beam that lights her eye. Still, gentle spirit, o’er my heart Preserve thy wonted sway ; Teach me to blunt affliction’s dart, And sooth her cares away : Or if thy anxious efforts fail, While sorrows still pursue, I’ll wish, while list’ning to the tale, That good I cannot do ! SAY WHAT CAN MAKE A WOMAN FAIR. Say wnat can make a woman fair, And lovely to the eye ? What can the heart of man ensnare ? Tis charming Modesty ! Hail, Modesty ! thou’rt from above, Thy name let all revere ; — Without this virtue, woman’s love Can never be sincere. 221 >- sS*--- „¥~ W - . a nrz: :: Why the sigh that rends my heart, tr gES iE^Eggi^ *l=3=pc=i ?ee?Ee Why the sigh that rends my heart? f. ^EiiggjggEaiiaiii Gen - tie youth, O ! tell me true, 222 Gen - tie youth, 0 ! - tell - me true, Is - it then the same with you ? Is - it - then the same with you. Tell me when th’ appointed hour Calls us to the secret bow'r, Blushing, trembling, why I run, Early as the rising sun ? Gentle youth, O! tell me true, Is it then the same with you ! Tell me when the pains 1 feel, Pungent as the wounds of steel, 'When I feel the thrilling smart, Why I bless the pointed dart? Gentle youth, 0! tell me true, If it is the same with you. 223 THE SOLDIER’S ADIEU. 224 8 H : <*± • - ^ — j W ■ .. Sl “‘ ^ az. rrz . n r p _ - ■ r— ; 52 - 4-« 4 1 self might stand ap - pal’d, Where valours _ ,*L ... . . . ..._.. c nr^ ' ^ gfitr r .. . r ! r w 7S srr . rr:._. r - n s>^ r m A ... L - ■u tt 4 EB bn — self might stand ap - pal’d, When on the 225 My safety thy fair truth shall be, As sword and buckler serving’, My life shall be more dear to me, Because of thy preserving. Let peril come, let horror threat, Let thund’ring cannons rattle, I’ll fearless seek the conflict's heat, Assur’d when on the wings of love, To heav’n above, &c. Enough, with that benignant smile, Some kindred god inspir’d thee, Who saw thy bosom void of guile. Who wonder’d and admir’d thee. 1 go, assur’d, my life, adieu! Tho’ thund’ring canuons rattle, Tho’ murd’ring carnage stalk in view, When on the wings of thy true love, To heav’n above, &c. CATCH. Jack, thou art a toper, let’s have t’other quart, Ring, we’re so sober, ’twere a shame to part, None but a cuckold, bully’d by his wife, For coming late, fears a domestic strife ; I’m free, so are you, to call and knock, Knock boldly, the watchman cries past two o’clock 226 WHAT CAN THE MATTER BE ? p- ■f ; » - . ¥ P — — - — ~w~- — r — Hi o - r . ...... r Sr* — ti- 1^—1 L & ■ — E, ■ u L. -u At sixteen years old you could get lit -tie good of me, Then I saw No - rah who _ A OIL ... . A . .J3 1 9 j -P _ 9 .. A f ■ f TV 1 23 ® ! Gr & i f -i 1 F W 2 — U J b .U-7 L. -1 t— U soon understood of me, 1 was in love — but my- 7+s K * h .. A „P (» . . i til gf r~* rtT f r .. ® J . J « - m ■ • yj.) L - i L- ' - w r . r © ^ self, for the blood of me, Could not tell what I did ail. ’Twas dear, dear, what can the matter be ? Och, blood and 'ounds what can the matter be ? n Och, gramachree, what can the mat - ter be? IT* -s i ±-3 zz _ s <4- a> , .. _l - TJi i T\ ' * * • i a * JSJ K7J ** u u ■ *=• J : M Bo - ther’d from head to the tail. 227 I went to confess me to Father O’Flannagan, Told him my case — made an end —then began again, Father, says I, make me scon my own man again, If you find out what I ail. Dear, dear, says he, what can the matter be ? Och, blood and ’ounds, can you tell what the matter be ? Both cried, What can the matter be ? Bother'd from head to the tail. Soon I fell sick— 1 did bellow and curse again, Norah took pity to see me at nurse again, Gave me a kiss ; och, zounds ! that threw me worse again ! Well she knew what I did ail. But dear, dear, says she, what can the matter be? Och, blood and ’ounds, what can the matter be ? Och, gramachree, what can the matter be ? Bother'd from head to the tail. ’Tis long ago now since I left Tipperary, How strange, growing older our nature should vary All symptoms are gone of my ancient quandary, I cannot tell now what I ail. But dear, dear, what can the matter be? Och, blood and 'ounds, what can the matter be ? Och, gramachree, what can the matter be? Bother’d from head to the tail. 228 PADDY’S TRIP FROM DUBLIN. - r *j K ® S W r * g . p MS " O r , 1 - H - - . - x*i « §2 ±t an. b 1 «** «*» rf* tel 1 ’Twas bus'ness requir’d I’d from Dublin be 229 kind, Then you'll sail a - way. and i’ll 5iii=p5H=p^i^i! look mighty queer now. When l come up and see my- self all left be - hind. With my TT*— S 9 i US r — - J* — hr z i r cr~i 1 C L_ ^ SL A l m l_ L. ! r r~ r ^ 1 | ® 5! | le*jssEiEji ( taaaa 1 '3S3J3S3BI . i tal de rai lal de ral lal de ral la ral la, tal de ral la ral la la ral la la, And sing pal-li-luh, whil-li - lull. whil-Ii-luh, pal-li-luh, Whack, bo-de - ration, and Lan - go - lee. 230 A storm met the ship, and did so dodge her, Says the captain, We’ll sink, or be all cast away, Thinks 1, Never mind, ’cause Pm only a lodger, And my life is insur’d, so the office must pay. But a taef who was sea-sick, kick’d up such a riot, Tho’ I lay quite sea-sick and speechless, poor elf, 1 could not help bawling, You spalpeen be quiet, Do you think that there’s nobody dead but yourself’ With my tal de ral, & c. Well, we got safe on shore, ev’ry son of his mother, There i found an old friend, Mr. Paddy Macgee, Och, Dermot, says he, is it you or your brother ? Says I, I’ve a mighty great notion it’s me. Then I told him the bull we had made of our journey, But to bull-making, Irishmen always bear blame, Says he, My good friend, though we’ve bulls in Hibernia, They’ve cuckolds in England, and that’s all the same. With my tal de ral, &c. 231 BACHELOR’S HALL. m p—\ r- 5ti , ::± -p. .p -i I-. W ' 1 ¥ r m q._s I ..! ... I i ' r— .. -O- -1 ■> U i 1# — \sp-~ 1 L L — ^ « To Bachelor’s Hall we good fellows in- ' :jc*L-E & — ft 9 w — m H Q-i L. 1 f» W Ji ** rrs ^ S . _ ¥ i r r 1 \yJ ^ e# ^ & & - ^4. ~ L-U vite, To partake of the chace that makes up our de* light, We have spirits like fire, and of health such ._ m .-W—. n-T- E E E W " 7r...¥ ..... r f ... .P~i . ® ... j . ® j n ' rta L L ^ L__ l2* C? * JJ 'cz/ e? ' «i#8 a stock That our pulse strikes the seconds as F • - ■ — ijj - A. A. fc — fc-r A .. ^ r' fcL 05— 4 L -4 'SI ' 1 & -U — !_ — $ U W* . & true as a clock. Did you see us, you’d swear, as we mount with a grace, Did you see us, you’d 9 p p~ r — j &— i fct ^ 1 =B M N b = 1 i 0 j swear, as we mount with a grace, That Di- 232 = 1* t— * x P AT ^ ~r — r m ~ b r r ^ L 1 L i * > i? b • U» — U» a - na had dubb’d some new gods of the chace, A fcK .. . ^ r r ,3 w j ‘ * * — r rYS ** ^ _ ^ L [ .M® M — fc* jj! — W IcJ* That Di-a-na had dubb’d some new gods of the A. _ (S. 9 ft a IP 1 I L * w r 1 y- 5 Jj- L — - 1 : h-J £ chace, Hark away, hark away, Ail nature looks gay, And Aurora with smiles ushers in the bright day. Dick Thickset came mounted upon a fine black, A better fleet gelding ne’er hunter did back, Tom Trig rode a bay, full of mettle and bone, And gaily Bob Buxom rode proud on a roan; But the horse of all horses that rivaFd the day. Was the squire’s neck-or-nothing, and that was a grey Hark away, hark away, While our spirits are gay. Let us drink to the joys of the next coming day. 233 Then for hounds, there was Nimble, that so well climbs rocks, And Cocknose, a good one at scenting a fox. Little Plunge, like a mole, who will ferret and search, And beetle-brow’d Hawk’s-eye so dead at a lurch, Young Slylooks, that scents the strong breeze from the south, And musical Echowell, with his deep mouth. Hark away, &c. Our horses thus all of the very best blood, ’Tis not likely you’ll easily find such a stud, And for hounds, our opinions with thousands we'll back That all England throughout can't produce such a pack Thus having describ’d you, dogs, horses, and crew, Away we set off, for the fox is in view. Hark away, &c. Sly Reynard’s brought home, while the horn sounds a call, And now you're all welcome to Bachelor’s hall, The sav’ry sirloin grateful smokes on the board, And Bacchus pours wine from his favourite hoard. Come on then, do honour to this jovial place, And enjoy the sweet pleasures that spring from the chase. Hark away, &c. 234 YO HEAVE HO! $ fc H s f— yr ir * — lJ 5' ■ d 3 * nts. t~r H ^ — m ' L 1 W “ © ^ s r v My name d’ye see’s Tom Tough, I’ve -rr* s. -sr—re * - ~i i-3 r _j . a & » fk\ P A J ® J d j . 1 A p w r k~tj) & r « m 7 - - - -fc -5- * seen a lit - tie sarvice, where migh-ty billows % A, - r a ... J . — 1 A fT\ _TF P _. . W ‘ ^ ^ P 5E t ®- -- ^ " sf-- L ’ • Is roll, and loud tempests blow, I’ve sail’d with valiant Howe, I’ve sail’d with noble Jarvis, And in V. ... "“J - ' /\ l m § i a _j fT\ J _ . r r . ... «3 I a. H J J n F w-s-t- b— U-— 1 h — —-*-4 — j — px gallant Duncan’s fleet I've sung out, yo heave ho. Yet m w—W-~W- ■czat p — & — — c? — &a — ta- rn ore shall ye be knowing, I was coxon to Bos- rm SEE pp ca - wen, And e-ven with brave Hawke have I 235 - 7 T* i — ■ • % . C-V A, - 9 r " | f TS 06 . l*— 1 2 L. — I 5— no-bly fac'd the foe; Then put round the grog. so we’ve that and our prog, We’ll laugh -nr* " . f> 6A W 7\ ■ ! 1 . -i m « w -- m .... <1 . ! £2_ _ 3 ! L £l_ ® . * 4 1 — 1 ^ fep in care’s face, and sing, yo heave ho, We'll laugh in care's face, and sing out, yo heave ho. When, from my love to part, I first weigh’d anchor, And she was sniv’ling seed on the beach below, I’d like to catch d my eyes sniv’ling too, d’ye see, to thank her, But I brought up my sorrow with a yo heave ho. For sailors, though they have their jokes, And love and fell like other folks, Their duty to neglect must not come for to go, So I seiz’d the capstern bar, Like a true honest tar, And in spite of tears and sighs, sung out yo heave ho. 236 But the worst on’t was, that when the little ones were sickly, And if they’d live or die the doctor did’nt know, The word was gav’d to weigh, so sudden and so quickly, I thought my heart would break, as I sung, yo, heave ho. For Poll’s so like her mother, And as for Jack, her brother, The boy, when he grows up, will nobly fight the foe ; But in Providence I trust, For you see, what must be, must, So my sighs I gave the wind, and sung out, yo, heave ho. And now at last laid up in a decentish condition, For I’ve only lost an eye, and got a timber toe, But old ships must expect in time ro be out of com- mission, Nor again the anchor weigh, with a yeo, heave ho. So l smoke my pipe, and sing my song, For my boy shall well revenge my wrongs And my girl shall breed young sailors, nobly for to face the foe. Then to country and king, Fate no danger can bring, While the tars of old England sing out, yo, heave ho. 237 PADDY, THE PIPER. - N— — — — — — — j— ; S" — P" -r-F-* pj y\ . fc w j . r r r r L P f M - O & .4 L 1 I r I 1 yJr i± ^ ^ — — — — When I was a boy in my father’s mud e-difice. Tender and bare as a pig in a sty, -tt*--*— 71— S— X= =33 r- — f — M F— y r 9. .r 1^ ftr s i L , . * U — U-— - — u Out at the door, as I look’d with a steady phiz, rr^ a 4K a ‘I a ra 9 - J4 p a Who but Pat Murphy the pi -per came by? 238 never did try. He told me that he had a charm, To make the pipes pretti ly speak, Then squeez’d a bag under his arm, And sweetly they AL. it-L w — to to ^ - — ^ — w y W h “v’. . 4 . L 9 r a u set up a squeak. With a fa-ral-la la-ral-la loo, och hone, how he handled the drone! T r* 1 ^ — , - i* r» — — r~~r Tv ^ 1 - (T\ J - .a . . V2 ~ * w — And then such sweet mu - sic he blew, -T — ®. ft . — fr— _ r — i ® ET - TTS Zt 511 J & P L w BTI f TS •J* ..V.. Lrf 1 > Iff L if L- JJ twould have melt.-ed the heart of a stone. 239 Your pipe, says I, Paddy, so neatly comes over me, Naked, I’ll wander wherever it blows, And if my father should try to recover me, Sure it wont be by describing my clothes. The music I hear now, takes hold of my ear now, And leads me all over the world by the nose, So I follow'd his bagpipe so sweet, And sung, as I leapt like a frog, Adieu to my family seat, So pleasantly plac’d in a bog, With my faralla, &c. Full five years I follow'd him, nothing could sunder us, fill he one morning had taken a sup, And slipp'd from a bridge in a river just under us, Souse to the bottom, just like a blind pup. 1 roar’d out, and bawl’d out, and hastily call’d out, O Paddy, my friend, don’t you mean to come up? He was dead as a nail in a door, Poor Paddy was laid on the shelf So T took up his pipes on the shore, And now I’ve set up for myself. With my faralla, laralla loo, to be sure I have not got the knack, To play faralla laralla loo, aye, and bubberoo didderoo whack. 240 THE WEEPING WILLO W. srftzrrfzzrq » — f. _ w - ■ - -i f -s !& A, — 1— t . ' P— 2 — p— — — — -js 05 II ..VL ! rl — 1 ® jgs L. 1 leL-l—yt Where Hudson’s murm’ring billows, Kiss Jersey's verdant shore, Beneath the spreading willows, Sleeps i — t mm Henry of the moor. The pride of all the 1 ♦-F-— £ “ 5T- plain, Was Anna’s cho-sen swain, But An-na weeps, for Henry sleeps Beneath the weeping wil-low, Beneath the weeping wil-low. 241 They hail’d the bridal monow. Which dawn’d to see them blest, But ah! ere eve, what sorrow Fill’d Annas gentle breast* She saw the Hudson’s wave Become her Henry’s grave: And Anna weeps, for Henry sleeps Beneath the weeping willow. She saw beneath the willow Her lover laid to rest, The earth his nuptial pillow, And not her artless breast : Around his mossy tomb The early daisies bloom, There Anna weeps, for Henry sleeps, Beneath the weeping willow. CATCH. To the old, long life and treasure, To the young, all health and pleasure, To the fair, their face With eternal grace. And the rest to be lov’d at leisure. M 242 HURRAH! HURRAH! nr^-rs-r— fr !>-■ -rrrH E— d as — z. SL r u a r — LE i -a $ a._ ±..:~r • W — Our warrior hearts for bat-tie burn, Hur- tt* it - r- . p* _ § L* 1- ' « 1 £22 - 5, ^ i rah! hurrah! hurrah! To glo - ry now our nr*— s— i— d P T- p -f— p Fj F Tl ^ w r ^ . 8,1 K .. n iJ — u* p " B K steps we turn, hurrah! hur-rah! hur-rah! arVq p r f-p=| E== ? p- P~- : sa— 5= Ip — ts — ^ - e* =fe — Farewell to home and all its charms, We break from love’s entwining arms, hur-rah! hur- CHORUS. u-#-=rr*r±^-5 =M^ — e=-z=et-=— ±- rfrr-=T 7t - . i r t ©_ gr ^ r -- ~ r“- rTv ^ p.1 p W i r-- * — I U-1=U i*I rah! hurrah! hurrah; hurrah! Hurrah! hurrah! hur- ^ f— f P-T- P-r-z "I P- T-r « TP ^ r ^