THE ROSE OF AFFECTION. Of all the sweet flowers that bloom in the spring, The thrush and the linnet, the pride of the vale; THE OAK AND THE IVY. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by E. RANSFORD, In the depth of the forest an old oak grew, The pride of the greenwood there; O'er his branches the ivy her mantle threw, When the forest boughs were bare. She clung like a bride to his sturdy side, And her shining leaves so green Made him blithe and gay through the live-long day, In the midst of a winter scene. Oh! long may the oak and the ivy stand The pride and the boast of our native land! Oh the oak of the forest told me true, That the ivy his branches made fair to view, Then let's copy the oak and the ivy-green, While we all unite in our strength and might As long as the oak and the ivy stand The pride and the boast of our native land! OLD ENGLAND FOR EVER SHALL WEATHER THE STORM. D. A. O'MEARA.] [Music by THOMAS WILLIAMS. Old England! thy stamina never has yielded Triumphant you still shall support Freedom's dome; Distress for a moment may dim your bright glory, But the cloud shall pass over-no care shall deform: Thy councils and people shall tell the proud story— Old England for ever shall weather the storm. Old England, &c. Thy force, single-handed, has e'er been victorious; CHARLIE IS MY DARLING. [ANONYMOUS.] Charlie is my darling, My darling-my darling! Charlie is my darling, The young cavalier! 'Twas on a Monday morning, When first I saw my brave Monteith, As he came marching up the brae Wi' Highland bonnet on his head He came to fight for Scotland's rights, Oh! Charlie, &c. ADIEU, ADIEU, MY NATIVE SHORE! [LORD BYRON.] Adieu, adieu! my native shore The night winds sigh, the breakers roar, Yon sun that sets upon the sea We follow in his flight; Farewell, awhile, to him and thee! My native land, good night! With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go Nor care what land thou bear'st me to, F Welcome, welcome, ye dark blue waves! MEET ME BY MOONLIGHT. J. A. WADE.] Meet me by moonlight alone, [Music by J. A. WADE. And then I will tell you a tale- Oh! meet me by moonlight alone. Daylight may do for the gay, The thoughtless, the heartless, the free; For though dearly a moonlight I prize, I care not for all in the air, If I want the sweet light of your eyes. THE BLUE BONNETS OVER THE BORDER. Sir WALTER SCOTT.] March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, [Music by A. LEE. Why, my lads, dinna ye march forward in order? March, march, Eskdale and Liddesdale, All the blue bonnets are over the border! Many a banner spread flutters above your head, Mount and make ready, then, sons of the mountain glen, Fight for your Queen, and the old Scottish glory. Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing, Come from the glen of the buck and the roe; Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing; Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow. Trumpets are sounding, war-steeds are boundingStand to your arms, and march in good order! England shall many a day tell of the bloody fray, When the blue bonnets came over the border! THE BANNER OF WAR. PRINCE HOARE.] [Music by JOHN BRAHAM. Behold the "Britannia," how stately and brave For empire designed, o'er the turbulent wave Yet love in a true Briton's heart And the fair cheek of beauty with tears is impearl'd On the shore how alert, how intrepid her crew- Yet one tear ere the heroes depart, One sigh shall be drawn from the heart; Now, forth to the contest! the battle swells high, Hark! the sons of Britannia "To victory!" cry, |