My subjects are many, Gladd'ning the earth as they bloom in the sun, Earth's weary ones come To my roseate bowers, I make glad by the flowers; Owns a power within, The crush'd spirit to win! Gladd'ning the earth as they bloom in the sun, I'm the queen of the flowers, And where flow'rets are not, Beware of the spot! Who loves not the flowers loves not the sun, OH, NO! WE NEVER MENTION HER. T. H. BAYLY.] [Music by Sir H. R. BISHOP. Oh, no! we never mention her, My lips are now forbid to speak That once familiar word: From sport to sport they hurry me, And when they win a smile from me, They bid me seek in change of scene For oh! there are so many things They tell me she is happy now, They hint that she forgets me too,- But if she loves as I have loved, THE SEA. BARRY CORNWALL.] [Music by NEUKOMM The sea, the sea, the open sea, The blue, the fresh, the ever free: It runneth the earth's wide regions round; I'm on the sea, I'm on the sea; I am where I would ever be, With the blue above and the blue below, If a storm should come and awake the deep, I love, oh, how I love to ride On the fierce, the foaming, bursting tide, The waves were white, and red the morn, I have lived, since then, in calm and strife, With wealth to spend and a to THE BRAVE OLD "TEMERAIRE." J. DUFF.] [Music by J. W. HOBBS. Behold! how changed is yonder ship, The glory of the tide "She was the second ship in Nelson's line at the Battle of Trafalgar, and having little provisions or water, she was what sailors call 'flying light,' so as to be able to keep pace with the fast sailing 'Victory.' When the latter drew upon herself all N 266 THE BOOK OF MODERN SONGS. As when she came to Nelson's aid, When sailors speak of Trafalgar, the enemy's fire, the 'Temeraire' tried to pass her, to take it in her stead, but Nelson himself hailed her to keep astern. The Temeraire' cut away her studding sails and held back, receiving the enemy's fire into her bows without returning a shot. Two hours later she came out with an enemy's seventy-four ship on each side of her, both her prizes, one lashed to her mainmast and the other to her anchor."-Ruskin's Notes on the Turner Gallery. INDEX. PATRIOTIC SONGS. A song for the oak, the brave old oak Happy land, happy land In the depth of the forest an old oak grew O'er Nelson's tomb with silent grief oppress'd Old England is our home, and Englishmen are we... There's a land that bears a well-known name... The boast of old England, the pride of our Queen NAVAL AND MILITARY. At midnight's dreary hour is heard a fearful song Ah, pilot! 'tis a fearful night Behold! how changed is yonder ship Behold the Britannia, how stately and brave Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling I'm afloat, I'm afloat, on the fierce rolling tide Not a drum was heard, nor a funeral note No stone marks the spot where the young hero sleeps.... Oh, let me like a soldier fall... ... Old Cunwell the pilot for many a year Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd |