And I've seen all the lands that are famous in story, I've seen good King George, and the Lord May'r of With kings of far countries, and many a queen, The great Pope of Rome, and the Duchess of D'Angoulême, Up from King George, to Sir Watkin I've seen. But no, not princesses, kings, dukes, nor commis sioners, No, goodness knows it, my envy could move; For indeed in my heart I do love that Llangollen, And sweet Jenny Jones, too, in truth I do love. I parted a lad from the vale of my fathers, And left Jenny Jones then a cockit young lass; But now I'm returned a storm-beaten old mariner, Jenny from Jones into Morgan shall pass. And we'll live on our cheese and our ale in contentment, And long through our dear native valley we'll rove; For indeed in our hearts we both love that Llangollen, And sweet Jenny Morgan with truth will I love. T. H. BAYLY.] SHE LEANS UPON HER MOTHER'S ARM. How young!—how bright!—how beautiful!— As she glides by them tremblingly, With blushes on her cheek. Soon from the tender mother's hand, Receives the gentle child; OH, HERE'S TO THE HOLLY. W. M. LOGAN.] [Music by E. J. LODER. Oh, here's to the holly that kills melancholy; And hangs in the hall at Christmas time, When wit sparkles out, and wassailers shout A stave of Christmas rhyme. With berries red he smiles on high, Enthroned with his mistletoe bride- Oh, the holly's the tree-youth doats upon thee, Oh, here's to the holly that kills melancholy, May all our friends in health survive Oh, the holly, &c. Oh, here's to the holly that kills melancholy, That gladdens each heart with twelfth-night rhymeWhen each takes a part with right merry heart, To make the most of time. How many meet by chance to-night, To sport 'neath the mistletoe bough Whose hearts will speak and breasts unite, Oh, the holly, &c. FLOW THOU REGAL PURPLE STREAM. JOHN O'KEEFE.] [Music by W. SHIELD. Flow thou regal purple stream, Tinted by the solar beam; Cheer my heart and glad my eyes. A month he reigned, but that was May. THE NORMANDY MAID. H. S. VANDYK.] [Music by J. Barnett. I once knew a Normandy maid, And he was most sadly afraid The maiden would choose for herself. He kept her safe under control, By means of a strong lock and key- Her window with irons was barr'd; Some branches I burn'd, and the smoke And let down this poor trembling maid. ANONYMOUS.] OLD KING TIME! [Music by Mr. JOHN BARNETT. King Time! old Time! we gaily sing, In bygone years, who now can tell The monarch oak to Time still bends, When will thy reign, King Time, be o'er? When meet the noble and the free! C. JEFFERYS.] FAIR GENEVIEVE! [Music by S. GLOVER. The summer's glow was on thy brow, joy's fire flashed from thine eye; Thy step was light as fairy sprite beneath a moonlit sky; Thy witching smile, devoid of guile, shone never to deceive, The artless truth of trusting youth was thine, fair Genevieve! Too soon, alas! life's pleasures pass-the rose we prize to-day The morrow's dawn shines coldly on, and hastens its decay. Thus fall chill showers on human flowers, in silence left to grieve Their joy is flown-their hope is gone-like thine, fair Genevieve! Mayst thou have birth, fair child of earth, where suns for ever shine! Thou'rt gone before, where grief no more shall touch a heart like thine! |