I MISS THY KIND AND GENTLE VOICE. [Music by L. WILLIAMS. I miss thy kind and gentle voice L. WILLIAMS.] I miss thy cheerful smile, That could with happy hearts rejoice, Amid our favourite haunts alone The scene is changed since thou art gone- And every bird and every flower That in my path I see, But brings to mind some happy hour And when the summer days are o'er, That voice, sweet as the song-bird's lay, So mem'ry turns to those bright days COME O'ER THE TIDE. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by J. W. HOBBS. Come o'er the tide, come o'er the tide, Somebody's waiting and would be your bride; But maidens don't always their lovers forego, If the first time they're asked they by chance should say "No!" Then come o'er the tide, &c. Come o'er the tide, come o'er the tide, "THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS."* S. LOVER.] Above the sparkling waters, [Music by S. LOVEB. Where Venice crowns the tide, So near the home of pride; A palace and a prison And dark between a link is seen- Row, gondolier, row fast, row fast, But not alone in Venice Are joy and grief so near, The mystery attendant upon the Councils of Venice increased the terror of their rule. A covered bridge between the Ducal Palace and the state prison served as a private passage, by which suspected or condemned persons were transferred, at once, from examination to the dungeon-hence it was called "The Bridge of "Tis next the "House of mourning" "Twixt joy and grief, the passage brief- Row, gondolier, row fast, row fast, Who seeks for joy unclouded And in a brighter sphere; To Eden's bowers-this earth of ours- Fly, fly sweet hope, fly fast, fly fast, BLACK EYES OR BLUE. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by E. L. HIME. Black eyes or blue, black eyes or blue, Which the most lovely, most brilliant and bright? Those softly beaming with heavenly hue, Or those shining out like the stars of the night? Each in its turn plays a mischievous part, Why then dispute what its colour may be ; Some love the blue for their temperate glow, OH! SAY NOT WOMAN'S HEART IS Рососк.] BOUGHT. [Music by J. WHITTAKER, Oh! say not woman's heart is bought When first her gentle bosom knows Oh! say not woman's false as fair, Ah, no! the love that first can warm THE FALCONER'S SON. As down through the meadows I wander'd one eve, "Twas the close of a midsummer day, All was silent around, and you'll scarcely believe Now was it not strange that the very next day For myself I can say (ah! smile at it you may), That I thought to see, coming over the lea, And when in the evening I sometimes repair Though maidens are there, who perhaps are more fair, Still he always proposes me queen. And a secret I'll tell, but be sure keep it well"Tis my heart he already has won, And before the spring-tide you may guess who'll be bride Of young Harry, the falconer's son. THE OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMAN. ANONYMOUS.] [Old English Air. I'll sing you a good old song, His hall so old was hung around And quaff'd his cup of good old sack, To warm his good old nose, Like a fine, &c. |