I have heard bells chiming full many a clime in, While at a glib rate brass tongues would vibrate The pleasant waters of the river Lee! I have heard bells tolling "old Adrian's mole" in, Sound far more grand on The pleasant waters of the river Lee! There's a bell in Moscow, while on tower and kiosko, From the tapering summits of tall minarets. That sound so grand on WHERE SHALL THE LOVER REST? [Sir WALTER SCOTT.] Where shall the lover rest From his true maiden's breast Parted for ever? Where, through groves deep and high, Sounds the far billow; Under the willow, Eleu lo ro!-Soft shall be his pillow. There, through the summer's day, Never again to wake Never! oh, never! Eleu lo ro!-Never! oh, never! Where shall the traitor rest- Who could win maiden's breast, Borne down by the flying, With groans of the dying. Her wing shall the eagle flap His warm blood the wolf shall lap, Shame and dishonour sit By his grave ever, Blessing shall hallow it Never! oh, never! Eleu lo ro!-Never! oh, never! CRABBED AGE AND YOUTH. WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE.] [Music by Sir H. R. BISHOP, Crabbed age and youth Age's breath is short; Youth is nimble, age is lame; Youth is hot and bold Age is weak and cold; Youth is wild, and age is tame; Oh, my love-my love is gone! Oh, sweet shepherd, hie thee; I LOVE THE MERRY SUNSHINE. J. W. LAKE.] [Music by STEPHEN GLOVER. I love the merry sunshine, It makes the heart so gay To hear the sweet birds singing With their wild-wood notes of duty, From hawthorn-bush and tree ; Oh, the sunshine is all beauty, The merry sun for me. I love the merry sunshine, Through the dewy morning's show'r, With its rosy smiles advancing, It charms the soul in sadness, Oh, the sunshine is all gladness, MY OLD FRIEND JOHN. JOHN LEGGE.] [Music by EDWARD LAND. 'Tis forty years, my old friend John, No change that friendship knew. And turn'd our wreaths of heather In fancy, as we deck'd their tombs, Since we were boys, merry, merry boys, &c. And our frail forms are fading fast,- When we were boys, merry, merry boys, Through many sunny years, friend John, COME FERRY ME O'ER. MRS. GROOME.] [Music by MRS. GROOME, "Come ferry me o'er, come ferry me o'er ; And oh! but I've mourn'd for him sairly. Thou shalt be fee'd for it rarely." "If I ferry you o'er, if I ferry you o'er, Will you bring back the laddie we all adore? There's a gallant band ready with sword in hand To win back his ain for him fairly!" "Oh! ferry me o'er, ferry me o'er, I'll bring the bonnie lad hame once more. Oh! ferry me o'er, ferry me o'er, I'll soon return wi' our Charlie." OH! WILT THOU BE MY BRIDE? MARK LEMON.] [Music by FRANK ROMER. Oh! wilt thou be my bride, Kathleen? My only wealth is this poor heart, Which beats alone for thee. The gems that others bring, Kathleen, Oh, do they speak of love and truth I've not rich robes for thee, Kathleen- The pride of queenly splendour fades |