PHILIP THE FALCONER. W. H. BELLAMY.] [Music by E. J. LODER. Young Philip the Falconer's up with the day, With his merlin on his arm, And down the mill-meadows has taken his way The miller's to market to buy him some corn, A maiden is loitering under the thorn, And Philip's grown tired of a bachelor's life, Thinks the miller's young sister would make a good wife; And so comes a whisper, and so comes a smile, And then a long leave-taking over the stile. The miller's returned to a comfortless home, He sought o'er the hills, through the valleys and fields, But the birds sang less sweetly, the streams murmur'd low, The winds were all cross, and the mill wouldn't go: “Oh, Mary,” he said, and her hand press'd the while, "Shall we talk of our wedding just down by the stile ?" She blush'd, turn'd away, but she didn't say "nay," So they married one morning early. SHE WAS SISTER TO THE ANGELS. She was sister to the angels, Like a sunbeam was her laughter, And has left us but a dream. There are flowers that fade in summer, We their beauteous forms may view; As the flowers our childhood knew. That had less of earth than Heaven, T. H. BAYLY.] SING ON, SING ON. [Music by J. C. CLIFTON Oh! give me a sweet and a shady bow'r And let not a ray of the sun have pow'r To peep thro' the woodbines from morn till night: Then sing me the songs that I used to hear, In our own sweet home more fair than this; And if on my cheek you behold a tear, Sing on, sing on, for such tears are bliss. When last we met in that lonely bow'r We knew not the meaning of such fond tears: Who shar'd in the pleasure of former years. A SEA-SIDE SERENADE. THOMAS MILLER.] [Music by HENRY FARMER. On thee while fondly dreaming, And think her beams resemble And as the stars lie sparkling So Hope comes faintly shining, When thou art not with me. Or to the lighthouse turning BANKS OF ALLAN WATER. M. G. LEWIS.] On the banks of Allan Water, [Scotch Air. When the sweet spring-time did fall, The fairest of them all. For his bride a soldier sought her, On the banks of Allan water, When brown autumn spreads its storc For the summer grief had brought her, On the banks of Allan Water On the banks of Allan Water, But the miller's lovely daughter Both from cold and care was free, On the banks of Allan water There a corpse lay she. COME DWELL WITH ME. T. H. BAYLY.] [Music by A. LEE, Come, dwell with me, come, dwell with me, With a distant view of each changing scene. The sheltering boughs seem over green, The streamlet as it flows along Come, dwell with me, &c. The tendrils of the purple vine Come, dwell with me, &c. O LET ME LIKE A SOLDIER FALL. EDWARD FITZBALL.] [Music by W, V. WALLACE. O let me like a soldier fall Upon some open plain; This breast, expanding for the ball Brave, manly hearts confer my doom, I only ask of that proud race Though o'er my clay no banner wave Enough, they murmur at my grave THE LADS OF THE VILLAGE. CHARLES DIBDIN.] [Music by C. DIBDIN. While the lads of the village shall merrily, ah, D |