For if you and I were one, All confusion would be gone, And 'twould simplify the matther intirely- KATE KEARNEY. [LADY MORGAN.] O, did you not hear of Kate Kearney, O, should you e'er meet this Kate Kearney, Who dares inhale her mouth's spicy gale MOTHER, HE'S GOING AWAY. SAMUEL LOVER.] [Music by S. LOVER. "Sure, now, what are you crying for, Nelly? I suppose, now, you're crying for Barney, "If he's going away, all the better, Blessed hour when he's out of your sight; KATTY AVOURNEEN. DESMOND RYAN.] [Music by F. N. CROUCH. Twas a cold winter's night, and the tempest was snarling, The snow like a sheet cover'd cabin and sty, When Barney flew over the hills to his darling, And rapp'd at the window where Katty did lie. "Arrah, jewel," says he, "are you sleepin' or wakin'? It's a cold bitter night, and my coat it is thin,The storm is a brewin', the frost is a bakin', O, Katty avourneen, you must let me in." "Ah, then Barney," says Kate, and she spoke through the window, "How could you be takin' us out of our bed? To come at this time it's a shame and a sin too,- ; "A-cush-la," says he, "it's my eye is a fountain That weeps for the wrong I might lay at your door Your name is more white than the snow on the mountain, And Barney would die to preserve it as pure. I'll go to my home though the winter winds face meI'll whistle them off, for I'm happy within, And the words of my Katty shall comfort and bless me, No, Barney avourneen, I wont let you in." MY HEART AND LUTE. THOMAS MOORE.] I give thee all, I can no more, [Irish Melody. My heart and lute are all the store A lute, whose gentle song reveals And better far, a heart that feels Though love and song may fail, alas! O'er life's enchanted strain, Let Love but gently touch the strings, J. P. HATCH.] CHARMING MAY. [Music by G. H. RODWELL. Oh, charming May, oh, charming May! Thou com'st from thy bow'rs Charming, charming, charming May! Thou com'st from thy bow'rs 'Mid perfume and flow'rs, Charming, charming, charming May! IT WAS DUNOIS, THE YOUNG AND BRAVE. Air" Partant pour la Syrie." Sir WALTER SCOTT.] [French Air. It was Dunois, the young and brave, Was bound for Palestine, But first he made his orisons Before St. Mary's shrine. "And grant, immortal Queen of heav'n,” "That I may prove the bravest knight His oath of honour on the shrine, He graved it with his sword, And follow'd to the Holy Land |