I have no banquet hall, Kathleen, But I've a heart where thou wilt live EVER OF THEE. GEORGE LINLEY.] [Music by FOLEY HALL. Ever of thee I'm fondly dreaming; Thy gentle voice my spirit can cheer; Thou wert the star that, mildly beaming, Shone o'er my path when all was dark and drear. Still in my heart thy form I cherish; Ev'ry kind thought like a bird flies to thee. Ever of thee, when sad and lonely, All seem'd to fade before affection's spell. Can I forget how dear thou art to me. THE FIRESIDE SONG. H. F. CHORLEY.] [Music by V. WALLACE. When the children are asleep, and the early stars retire, What a pleasant world comes back, in the toil of day forgot, And the shadows of the past, how they gather round the fire, With the friends beloved in years, when the fear of death was not. Then we see the hawthorn hedge newly silver'd o'er by May, And the ash-tree, lithe and tall, where the mavis loved to sing; And the orchard on the slope, with its rosy apples gay, And the elder, dark with fruit, that was mirrored in the spring. When the children, &c. And the angels of our youth, that so long in earth are cold, They are calling us again, with their voices mild and low, Till our minds refuse to dwell by the coffin in the mould, And arise with them to heaven, where in glory they are now. Then with thoughts of rest at eve, be so ever hard the day, On our spirits cometh down a contentment calm and deep; O! better than the joys of the noisy and the gay, Is our quiet hour of dreams, when the children are asleep. When the children, &c. WHAT'S A' THE STEER, KIMMER? [Scotch Air. What's a' the steer, kimmer, what's a' the steer? Gae lace your boddice blue, lassie, lace your boddice blue, Put on your Sunday claes, and trim your cap anew, For I'm right glad o' heart, kimmer, right glad o' heart, I hae a bonnie breast-knot, and for his sake I'll wear't. For I'm right glad, &c. Where's Roland Todd, lassie? run and fetch him here, Bid him bring his pipes, lassie,-bid him tune 'em clear; For we'll taste the barley-mow, and we'll foot it to and fro; Sin' Jamie has come hame, we'll gie him hearty cheer. What's a' the steer, kimmer, what's a' the steer? Jamie he is landed, and soon he will be here. Bid Allen Ramsey run, bid him kill the fatted deerOh, the neebours little ken how we'll welcome Jamie here. What's a' the steer, &c. THE GOLD MINERS. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by E. L. HIME. Hurrah! hurrah! for the yellow gold, Teeming with treasures still untold, Plotting and plodding till youth departs, Then merrily ply the pick and spade, Here we pursue no idle trade, Hurrah! hurrah! for the countless heaps, The rich red gold in the mountain sleeps, The earth but yields up her wealth again, Then merrily ply the pick and spade, &c. Hurrah! hurrah! for the bright red gold, For are not its blessings still untold, Who'd not with his fellow-creatures share Then merrily ply the pick and spade, &c. LOOK ALWAYS ON THE SUNNY SIDE. STUART FARQUHARSON.] [Music by E. L, HIME. Look always on the sunny side- And safer through life's cares to glide And safer through life's cares to glide Look always on the sunny side- Nor tremble midst life's roughest tide- Why should the heart with vain regret Look always on the sunny side- And safer through life's cares to glide Look always on the sunny side- And safer through life's cares to glide, THE LOW-BACK'D CAR. SAMUEL LOVER.] [Music by S. LOVER. When first I saw sweet Peggy, "Twas on a market-day, A low-back'd car she drove, and sat But when that hay was blooming grass, As she sat in the low-back'd car, |