Then, farewell, my trim-built wherry There's a brave little bark stealing out in the dark The sea was bright and the bark rode well The fresh'ning breeze swells the canvas again... 'Twas twice three hundred noble ships 160 'Twas when the fight was at the height 162 Upon the hill he turn'd... 185 What shall the soldier's watchword be? 164 Beautiful maiden, pure as the snow... 62 89 Come, dwell with me, come, dwell with me From the white-blossom'd sloe my dear Chloe requested I do not love thee-no, I do not love thee 37 I dream of thee, sweet Madoline 23 I give thee all, I can no more 126 I had gold, I had gems, I had houses and land 190 Love not, love not, ye hopeless sons of clay Of all the sweet flowers that bloom in the spring Take her she hath long been ours Tell me, Mary, how to woo thee.... The bright stars fade, the morn is breaking The summer's glow was on thy brow... There is beauty in the sunbeam They say there's an isle where but roses grow 'Tis said that absence day by day. Thou art gone from my gaze Though I mingle with the throng Upon the hill he turn'd We have been friends together When linge ring sunbeams fade away Where the dewy twilight lingers... Why did she leave him ?-they grew up together. CONVIVIAL. Away with all water wherever I come Come, send round the wine, and leave points of belief... Drink! drink! drink! Drink of this cup, you'll find there's a spell in Flow, thou regal purple stream.... Hail to the night as we gather once more... Here's a health to the Queen, and a lasting peace... Here's to the maiden of bashful fifteen Many have told of the monks of old.... Oh, 'tis I am a Gipsy king Old Christmas, jolly Christmas 189 23 38 157 Old Simon the cellarer keeps a rare store... Pour out the Rhine wine, let it flow Sing! Who sings ?... Since the first dawn of reason that beam'd on my mind They tell me I'm false and unkind to my lass... SONGS OF HOME. After roving many years Hail to the night, as we gather once more Happy land, oh! happy land Have you seen the new cottage just built by the squire In the dear old chimney corner... In the dreary winter weather ... 'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam... When the children are asleep, and the early stars retire RURAL SUBJECTS. Can I e'er forget the valley... Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill Where the woodside shadows play ... While the lads of the village shall merrily-ah! COMIC AND SATIRICAL. A lover one day-'twas in Venice, they say A man whose name was Johnny Sands 31 ... 256 Och, there ne'er was a piper like Teddy O'Roon 208 122 Old Simon the cellarer keeps a rare store... 41 Sally, Sally, shilly shally 186 Sure, now, what are you crying for, Nelly? 124 To my village fair no lass can compare 108 'Twas a beautiful night, and the stars shone bright 170 'Twas a Michaelmas eve, and rather late. Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen Bawn... SCOTCH. A happy bit hame this ain world would be Charlie is my darling Green grow the rashes O! Hame, hame, hame! oh hame I fain wad be Hey the bonnie, O the bonnie PAGE 58 I have heard the mavis singing I have seen great anes, and sat in great ha's 70 177 211 John Anderson my jo, John, when nature first began Let us haste to Kelvin Grove, bonnie lassie O My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here 42 238 98 ... ... The sun has gane down on the lofty Ben Lomond Young Jamie loed me well, and he sought me for his bride. 245 63 243 116 110 194 Cold blows the winter wind... My love, still I think that I see her once more Och! Kattie, my darlin', I'm dyin' ... Oh! come to the west, love-Oh! come there with me Oh! Molly Bawn, why leave me pining? Oh! the Lake of Killarney is wide as 'tis deep ... Oh! I'm not myself at all' Oh! did you not hear of Kate Kearney? Oh! my heart is in Ireland, in dear little Ireland... 'Twas a cold winter's night, and the tempest was snarling... 125 When I parted from Erin, heart-broken to leave thee Who in the winter's night Widow Machree-it's no wonder you frown With deep affection and recollection... Young Rory O'More courted Kathleen Baun GLEES, DUETS, &c. Blow, gentle gales, and on your wings Cold, oh! cold the March winds be Deserted by the waning morn Gathering flowers from the break of morn ... Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings. The chough and crow to roost are gone What fairy-like music steals over the sea... Where the woodside shadows play When icicles hang on the wall MISCELLANEOUS. Above the sparkling waters... Adieu, adieu, my native shore Art thou in smiles while I am sad? A fair girl was sitting in the greenwood shade A mother came when stars were paling 97 244 3 172 222 Blow, blow, thou wintry wind 153 Brothers, sisters-ye who toil Bring me wild flowers, happy, young flowers... 216 214 Child of earth with the golden hair 80 Can I e'er forget the valley... Can they then so soon forget? 230 247 Cease your funning Cherry ripe, ripe I cry. Come, let us he happy together. + remember the maiden of sunny Cashmere |