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THE GLEN COLLECTIONOF SCOTTISH MUSIC

Presented by Lady Dorothea Ruggles-

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in memory of her brother. Major Lord

George Stewart Murray, Black Watch,

killed in action in France in 1914.

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PREFACE.

Encoueaged by the very flattering manner in which the Scotish Minstrel has

been received, the Publisher brings forward this Volume of Irish Melodies

upon a similar plan, and trusts that, upon examination, this work wUl be found

not less entitled to public approbation and patronage.

It is certain that the Scots and Irish divide between them the richest musical

inheritance in the world ; and so uninterrupted has been the intercourse of wan-

dering minstrels between the sister kingdoms,—so similar the style of their me-

lodies,—that no inconsiderable proportion of our finest airs has become a sort of

disputed property claimed by both parties,—a circumstance that renders the

present pubUcation almost a necessary continuation of the former.

In foreign countries,—in Italy and Germany, the very seats of scientific song,—

these artless airs have found admirers ; and some of their most eminent masters

have not disdained to adorn their works by incorporating them with their com-

positions ; but upon the heart of a native, " hke the memory of joys that are past,"

they produce those effects, " pleasant and mournful," of which a stranger can

form no conception.

With what emotions does every man listen to the strain that was first impressed

upon his ear by the voice of " the mother that looked on his childhood," whose

lullabies soothed his infant cares to rest, and whose memory is associated with a

thousand tender recollections of " scenes of wo and scenes of pleasure" never to

be forgotten

!

Aided by this powerful principle of association, our national melodies have

obtained an ascendency in the estimation of our countrymen, against which the

best music of the modern schools would vainly be brought in competition ; indeed,

by that numerous class who have been more indebted to nature for ears than to

teachers for science, they are almost regarded as the only music.

Who has not seen a numerous assembly unmoved by the most scientific com-

positions of the greatest masters, and sitting for a whole evening under the dis-

charge of all the thundering artillery of modern accompaniments with the most

unfeeling indifference ? But change the entertainment—strike up one of our old

Scotish or Irish melodies—let it be but tolerably performed, even by a single voice

or instrument,^and the audience shall become at once all hfe and feeUng, and

ii PREFACE.

testify, by demonstrations the most unequivocal, that that is the music which,

through the avenue of the ear, can make its way directly to the heart.

" The grand criterion of literary composition," says Cicero, " is that becoming

air which every reader imagines so easy to be imitated, yet will find so difficult to

attain."" Overlooking a criterion no less applicable to musical than to Hterary

compositions—supposing that airs, of a modulation so restricted as seldom to

exceed a sharpened fourth, or a flattened seventh, must be of easy construction,

—

many a musician has conceived himself capable of composing airs such as we are

considering,—a single trial, however, will probably convince him of his mistake.

No less a master than Geminiani was not ashamed to confess, that he had blotted

quires of paper in vain, in attempting to compose a second part to " The Broom

of the Cowdenknowes."

Through the force of novelty, or the peculiar powers of some favourite singer,

one new song after another becomes the rage of the day, which in a short time is

laid aside to be remembered no more. It bloomed but to wither—was born but

to die ; but our old national melodies are imperishable plants, unfading ever-

greens, which have no more to dread from the capricious innovations of fashion,

than the oak has to fear from the storm, which, instead of overturning, serves

but to fix it more deeply in its native earth.

For the publication of melodies of such unquestionable value it would no

doubt be absurd to ofier an apology ; but our readers are perhaps aware, that

these melodies have already been given to the world, adorned with all the poetical

talent of Mr Moore, and all the musical science of Sir John Stevenson.

To the merits of a Work so deservedly popular, and which, among the higher

ranks, has obtained a circulation so extensive, we will be the first to subscribe,

and have no wish that our humble performance should ever be mentioned in

competition with it ; but, if, by the economy of our typography and plan of

arrangement, we have been able to condense, into one portable volume, the most

valuable melodies that are there contained in nine or ten, and reduced the price

from seven or eight pounds to about as many shillings ;—if, in place of accom-

paniments m which the air is not heard, we have substituted those of which the

melody forms a constituent part, so that the full efi'ect of the whole may be heard

upon the Piano-Forte, either with or without the voice,—we think we have done

no unacceptable sei-vice to a lai'ge class of the community, among whom we may

reasonably expect our Work to find support and circulation.

In the poetical department, we have carefully excluded every thing, whether

in expression or sentiment, that could, by the most fastidious, be considered offen-

sive. It is painful to hear (as we have heard) licentious sentiments, veiled under

all the graces of poetical expression, warbled from the lips of some imsuspecting

PREFACE. iii

innocent, who, if conscious of their import, would have blushed at their impurity.

We have admitted nothing which a parent might not safely put into the hand of

his child. If we cannot pretend that our songs are all of high poetical merit,

they are at least all innocent ; and of the two, we would rather run the risk of

being denounced for dulness than lashed for licentiousness.

To our contributors of original poetry we beg to present our most grateful ac-

knowledgments,—particularlyjto Mr D. Weir of Greenock ; Mr Alexander Laing,

near Brechin ; Mr R. Hogg ; Mr Henry Scott Riddel ; and Mr James Hogg(the Etterick Shepherd) ; who have all entered with enthusiasm into the design

of this undertaking, and so successfully caught the true spirit of the melodies,

as to make " the sound seem but an echo to the sense," in a great number of

excellent songs.

For the industry that collected, and the science that arranged these melodies,

we are indebted to Mr R. A. Smith, of whose qualifications for the task the

public are already in possession of satisfactory pledges. He has spared no pains

to obtain the most accurate setts ; and they are here presented in all that wild ori-

ginahty and native simplicity, which forms their characteristic excellence, with

an accompaniment in a style so simple, that the right hand always plays the

melody to which the harmony is added in small notes below,—a plan for which,

we are quite sure, he is entitled to the thanks of every Httle Miss who has been

subjected to all the difficulties of singing an air, and at the same time playing

a running accompaniment in which that air was not included.

To be admired, the music of Ireland needs but to be known ; and that this

volume might prove both acceptable and accessible to the lovers of song, what-

ever could contribute to diminish the difficulty of performing, and facilitate the

means of attaining, these admirable melodies, has throughout received the most

anxious attention of the Publisher.

Edinburgh, 1st June, 1825.

INDEX TO THE lEISH MINSTREL.

Adieu, my loved harp,-

Away, away ! it cannot be,~

Ah ! Sheelah, thou'rt my darling,~

Awake the harp's slumber,_~~~~~~~

Ah ! chide me not, ~

Ah ! Sheelah in sorrow !_

Adieu, ye cheerful native plains,-

Alone to the banks,

AUTHORS.

.Unknown,),,,.^

~.Tanna]iill, —-Z). Weir,

^Unlcnown,

-Alex. Laing,~.

.Tannakill, —

AIRS. PAGE

-Lough Sheeling, 1 10

-Thehummingof the Ban, 24

~Nancy Vernon, 26

~0 save me from death, 30

~The lonely branch,™-™~-~~™~~~-™ 33

-PheUm O'Neale, 38

-The green woods of Treugh, ~ 78

78~T. Ca7npbell, Captain O'Kain,-

Come from the sea James Hogg,——Cuishlih ma chree,- JOO

Dear harp of Erin, —. .-.-..-——D. Weir,^

Dear Erin, how sweetly,

—

Curran,^

-Daniel the Worthy,-

-Patheen a Fuen,

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86

Ere morning my baek,

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.Unknown,..^ -Moll Roone, 18

Farewell, farewell, dear Erin's isle,—Z). Weir,.

Far, far from my country,-

From the court to the cottage,-

Fair Abra's eyes,-

Fly not yet, thou radiant moon.

Peggy Bawn, 32

-D. Weir, Castle Tirowen, 62

-Unknoivn,, Thaddy, you gander, 62

~R. Chambers, Dennis, don't be threat'ning, 86

^Unknown, Planxty Kelly, 92

Go with me to yonder lawn, R. Hogg,

Go, Edmund, join the martial throng. Unknown, ~

Go home, go home to your rest, James Hogg, .

—Planxty Connor,-

—The little harvest rose,.

—The Dandy, O,-

24

49

88

How sweet in the stillness,-

How light is my heart,-

How bonnie is the glen,-

.Unknown,

^Tannahill, —.^Thomas Lyle,

Thamama Hulla,

-The Leitrim County,-

TheMaidofDerby,-

17

22

46

INDEX TO THE IRISH MINSTREL.

AUTHORS.

Had I a heart for falsehood framed,

—

Sheridan,

How dear to me the hour, Barnes Hogg,

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Had I a cave, ——Burns,,

AIES.

-Gramachree, ,^.

~The twisting of the rope,-

-Aileen Aroon,

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— 96

I go not forth in pride of might, R. Hogg,.

I sought at eve the moonlight bower,-X). Weir,

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It is not in thy power, fair maid, Ditto.

Insummer,whentheleaves weregreen, Unknown

It was a summer evening,. —Knox,

I have felt all the pleasures,*

If the world were unkind,.

I sat in the vale,-

If e'er I'm thine,-

~Ehin. Picken,~.

.,-D. Weir,

,H. S. Riddell,

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James Hogg, ~-

~.Aghrim's departure,-

~I wish I was on yonder hill,

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-The fair woman,-

-The banks of the Shannon,.

-Sly Patrick,

„The Fox's Sleep,

-On the Mountains of Wicklow,-

~The rocking of the cradle,

-The winnowing sheet,.

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My Mary, when the twilight still,— R. Hogg,~ -The Peacock,- 68

No not the tress,

No more shall Connel,-

Now winter isgane,.

^Wiffen,

..Allan Bayne,——The girl I left behind me,-

-Luggelaw,-

^Hamilton and Taiuiakill, The fair-hair'd child,-

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96

Ope thy casement, lady bright,-

Oour childhood'sonce delightful hours,i). Weir, -

O ! 'tis sweet when the moon, Ditto,.—

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Of all the sweet dreams, Ditto,

Oh ! strike the magic harp again,-

O mine be a cottage,-

Oh ! open the door,-

.Unknorvn,,—The snowy-breasted pearl, 6

-The old Woman, —. 9

-My lodging is on the cold ground, 12

-The little and great mountain, 14

-The Brown Maid,—- —_ 22

-The beardless Boy, ——_— 29

-Open the door, 30

..Mrs Wilson,.

-Unhiorvn,—..Burns, —

Oh, tell me what sound, H. S. Riddell, .

Oh ! were I away on the wilds, Ditto,

Oh ! where has the Exile his home }~Alex. Laing......

-Paddy's Resource,-

-The Sixpence,

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-Alas ! for poor Teddy Macshane,- 42

One night in my youth,-

Oh ! hush, my dear baby,

O might I but, my Patrick love !-

On a green bank.

One morning very early,-

Oh ! hush the soft sigh,-

O whistle and I'll come to you-

O Erin, my country,.

O do not think, because a while.

O'er the ocean bounding,

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.Tannahill,

~D. Weir,—- Unknown, ~

~Ditto,

-The Lass that wears green,-

-The Lady of the desert,

Geo. Byron,

~Unknorvn,—..Burns,

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-D. Weir,...

.Unknown,.

O Patrick, fly from me,-

Tell me, dear Eveleen,—

Gramachree,

-Coulin,

-Noble Sir Arthur,-

~St Patrick's Day,—

-Planxty Irwine,.

James Hogg, Maid of the Valley,-

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INDEX TO THE IRISH MINSTREL.

AUTHORS.

Ohj the face of brave Captain Megan,Colman,

O ! the light of this world, Unknown,

AIRS. PAGE

-Captain Megan, 89

-The old head of Dennis, 104

Poor emblem of departed pleasure, .~.J}itto,~ —The faded rose,.

Quit not yet the shady bower,-

Smile through thy tears, —

~DiUo,~

Swift fly the hours, ™.

—

-Unknorun,—.^

Since thou, lovely maiden, H. S. Riddell,

Shepherds, I have lost my love, Unknown,

She left us when spring time, Knox,.

Sweet isle of thee, J. Player,

Stranger, whence soe'er you come,

—

Unknown,

She was mine when the leaves, Knox,^

-Mary, do you fancy me,-

—Thomas Lyle, The Moreen, 1.5

-Open the door softly,— ™- 21

-Macfarlane's Lamentation,—~~— 26

-Banks of Banna, 37

-Groves of Blarney, 56

-O'Connor's Lament, 58

-The Brown Irish Girl, 65

-Kathleen's Dirge, 100

There came to the beach, T. Campbell,

The moon throws her shadowy light. Unknown,—The minstrel boy to the glen is gone, James Hogg,

Though fortune ever has been "kinAj-Unknown,

Those strains, those strains, Unknown, ——

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There was a time, .—D. Weir,

The silent moon that cheers the night, Robert Wight,-

Their groves o' sweet myrtle, —~

—

~Burns, ,

Savournah Deelish,-.

If the sea were ink,-

The Moreen,

-The Coina, or Dirge,.

-Father Quin,--

The moon dimm'd her beams,.

'Tis hard to forget,

.

The cold winds of winter,-

'Tis sweet to hear the voice of love,.

These are moments of bliss, ~~-

There's gowd in the breast,

'Tis painful to think, ~

The harp that in darkness,

.

The breeze of the night,—The harvest is o'er,

.

The bosom that beats.

The moon calmly sleeps,.

-James Hogg, .

.Unknown,

-Miss Balfour,

- Tannahill,

-Ditto,

...Unknown,

-D. Weir,

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-Within this village dwells a maid, 16

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45

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74

76

82

84

90

-102

-105

-The Maid of Killalla,.

Humours of Glen,-

-Unknown,———Young Terrence M'Donough,,.

-Z). Weir, Daniel's Dream,

-Ditto,— New Langolee,.

-Ditto, The Wren,

~D. Weir, -The Armagh Nightcap,

-The Red Fox,

-Gage Fane,

-Paddy Whack,—

-Kitty Tyrell,.

-Miss Molly,-

-Garry Owen,

-The pretty girl milking the cow,~106

Would'stthouknow hersacredcharms, W. Hamilton,..

Why weep thus, dear Norah ?™ Unknown,

When sorrow left her native sphere~~D. Weir,~

-The Summer is coming, — 8

-Crooghan a Venee, „„„ 10

-The Brown Thorn, 50

INDEX TO THE lEISH MINSTREL.

AUTHORS. AIRS.

What sounds can compare,. Unknown, Johny Macgill,

When the bright spark of freedom,—!). Weir, Black Joke,

When war was heard, .Unknown, The Hermit of Killarney,

We sought the green, the shadygrove, Alex. Laing, Carolan's Receipt,

Why weeps yon Highland maid, „..,~James Hogg,

When the fair star of Eve, H. S. Riddell,

The dear Black Maid,-.

Noch bonin Shin doe,—.

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98

Yon winter bower is fairer,

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Ye maids of green Erin, ~~

Ye friendless stars,

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..Thomas Lyle, The Rose Tree, 80

..Tannahill, The fair Maid ofWicklow, 90

,Tannahill,.^ GambaOra, -,-™„102

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The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee,

Bnt I have no refuge from famine and danger,

A home and a country remain not for me.

Ah! never again in the green shady bowers.

Where my forefathers liv'd, shall I spend the sweet hours.

Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers.

And strike the sweet numbers of Erin go Bragh!

Oh, Erin! my country, though sad and forsaken.

In dreams I re\isit thy sea-beaten shore;

But, alas! in a far foreign land I awaken.

And sigh for the friends who can meet me no morelAh! crael fate! wilt thou never replace meIn a mansion of peace, where no perils can chace me?Ah! never again shall my brothers embrace mej

They died to defend me, or live to deplore.

Where is the cabin-door, fast by the wild wood?Sisters and sire, did yon weep for its fall?

Where is the mother that look'd on my childhood ?

And where is the bosom friend, dearer than all?

Ah, my sad sonl! long abandond by pleasure,

Yihy didst thou doat on a fast-fading treasure?

Tears, like the rain-drops, may fall without measure,But rapture and beauty they cannot recall.

But yet, all its fond recollectioiis sappressing.

One dying wish my fond bosom shall draw,Erin, an exile beqneaths thee his blessing,

Land of my forefathers Erin go Bragh!Buried and cold, when my heart stills its motion.Green be thy fields, sweetest Isle of the ocean.And thy harp-striking bards sing aloud with devotion,

Erin mavonrneen, Erin go Bragh!

Campbell.

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While life remains, we ne'er must part.

And death's rude hand alone shall tear thee

From this sad,lonely,broken heart!

Thy hour of pride was quickly shaded,

Thy balmy sweetness soon was o'er,

In one short night thy beauties faded.

And now thou charm'st the eye no more.

The guardian thorns which close caress thee

Wound not this tortured breast of mine;

Ah, no! the heart to which I press thee

Has felt a deeper sting than thine !

Poor emblem of departed pleasure,

I view thee with a mournful eye!

Thy faded form I still will treasure—It tells of bliss long since gone by.

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Can my spirits fail me?Shield<'d thus by love and truth.

How should fears assail me?29 Voice Lady, since the fall of night.

Far have we been roaming;

Lady, ere the morning light.

Many a mile is coming.

1. Voice Then the shady bower farewell

Now the hill we're climbing;

May we reach the friar's cell

Ere the matin's chiming!

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Angels hover o'er us!

Soon we'll hear the convent bell.

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Though cold 'tis around me, and drear;

Oh. sweetly forgive me for chasing thy rest,

And the sigh of delight from my breast,

O lady, flies to thee!

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From the hall of Nithona they rise;

They come to speak peace to my sorrowing soul,

And wipe the big drops from mine eyes;

But despair to the dark brow of Connal is dear,

He lists not to music's mild breath

Ah! where is the vow that enchanted his ear,

That thou would'st be constant till death?

Whence, whence is that shadow that sails o\t the plain,

'Neath the quivering beam of the moon?'Tis the white-bosom'd maid I shall view her again,

And love all our moments shall crown.O daughter of Cluthar, thy footstep is near,

Lo'. here is the thorn on the heath

Ah. blest was the vow that enchanted mine ear,

That thou would'st be constant till death!

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Who sorrows when she sees me sad,

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Such is the heart that's made for mine.

Whose soul with generous friendship glows.

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Such be mine, if such there be!

William Hamilton.

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bition's rays May flash up_on ourmind. But give me back the morn of life WithN^

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is; P?1^fond thoughts twin'd. As it sweetly broke on bowVand hill, And youth's gay mind!^ 'uths gaym^

O our childhood's days are neVr forgot.

On life's dark sea;

And memory hails that sacred spot,

Wherf'^er we be.

It leaves all Joys,

And fondl\ sighs,

As youth comes on the mind.

And looks upon the morn of life,

With fond thoughts twin'd.

As it sweetly broke on bow'r and hill.

And \ outh's ga\' mind.

When age will come with locks of grej-.

To quench youth's spark.

And its stream runs cold along the way.

Where all seems dark

'Twill smiling gaze,

As memory's blaze

Breaks on its wavering mind.

But 'twill never bring thi' morn of lile.

With fond thoughts twin'd.

As it sweetlv broke on bow'r aiu* lilll.

And youth's gay niiml.

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A-dieu,my lov'd Harplfor no moroshall tlio vale Re -er .ho thy

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Whcn battle's fell strife launch''d its thunders afar.

And valour's dark brow wore the honors of war,

'Twas thou breath'd the fame of the hero around.And young emulation was wak'd by the sound.

Ye daughters of Erin, soon comes the sad dayWhen over the turf where I slc^ep, ye shall say—"Oh! still is the song we repaid with a tear,

And silent the string that delighted the ear!"

H'H'i- ITEKP 7'HVS, DEAR J^ORAH.1^ Air Crooghan a Venee.

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dead to thy mer.its, his heart be un.blest? No;dear_est of maids, let no

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But into what climate soever he wander,

What fairy scenes tread in, what beautv ma\ see,.

Though fortune her store of allurements should squander.

His heart shall be changeless to Ireland and thee.

Shall the fJowery-brimmM Shannon, sweet stream, cease to move me.

With that homely clean cot where Ive spent my best days,

And Norah, far dearer than all that's there lovely.

To crown the bright vision that fancy would raise?

If I fall, dearest maid, and thy love would condole me.

As far from the lap of green Erin I lie,

Let this pious thought, which I swear to, console thee

'Twill be Heaven and thou that divide my last sigh.

Far better I augur: beside this pure fountain.

To anchor my hopes on thj bosom of snow.

While the broad sun of eve, as he dips by yon mountain,

Shall oft leave us happy, and find us still so.

12Ol "^-tlS SWF.KI' VrHF.JS" I'HF. MOO.W

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childhood to dream, Andto think of the maid that is dear.

O! 'tis sweet! and who that has known (an forget,

All the charms of the night^ lovely hour,

When wandVing that moment _perchance ma\ have met

Her he lov^d in the moon-lighted bower?

Yes! that bower is remember"'d wherever he goes.

And its moonlight can n("er fade awa};

In storm, and in sunshine, forever it glows.

And breaks through the brightness of day.

D. Weir.

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1 */ GO XOT' FORTH IJ^ PRIDE OF MIGHT'.

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com-bat for my country's right. But cheerless and a _ lone : I

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flap_pii.g in the breeze on high, Do glorious stand _ards stream

^^ IifThere is no fair one to confess

The love she long conceal'd.

And to the thrilling soft caress

With maiden fondness yield :

To steal a kiss with glowing lip.

Since it may be the last,

And when we part upon the ship

A longing look to cast.

Yet, though that careth for me nowNo kindred heart there be,

1 love thee,0 my Country! thou

Art all in all to me !

But son of mine shall never tread

By Erin's stream and vale.

And, glorying as his father did.

His native country hail

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O Erin! thou art fair and wide.

And happy hearts hast thou; '

But none more true with thee abide

Than his that leaves thee now.

This soul of mine is desolate,

This cheek of mine is dry,

And onward to a wilder fate

From hopelessness I f1> .

R. Hogg.

14OF Aih The. sweet' dbeajsis.

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dawn of light. Sweet maid, sweet maid,so dear to me, Sweet maid,so dear to me

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^^Of all the sweet hours that oer me flew. Of all the blest hours I e'er enjoy.

And many sweet hours this bosom knew, It's when I look on that sparkling eye

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Sweet maid, sweet maid,they were with thee. Sweet maid, sweet maid,so dear to nie.

And how I've gaz'd on the golden sky. And when I gaze 'tis rapture to feel

Hecause the dear moonlight hour was nigh. When a rosy kiss from that lip I steal.

Sweet maid, sweet maid,to meet with thee. Sweet maid, sweet maid,so dear to me,

n. Weir.

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him,Where ec_hoos sing to his mu_sics tone,And fairies listen be_hind him

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How wildly sweet is the minstrel's lay

Thro' cliffs and wild woods ringing!

For,ah! there is love to beckon his way.

And hope in the song he's singing.

The bard may indite and the minstrel sing.

And maidens may chorus it rarely;

But unless there be love in the heart within.

The ditty will charm but sparely.

James Hogg.

SMILE "fHROVGH YHV T'KARS.Same Air.

Smile thro' thy tears, like the blush moss rose, Smile thro' thy tears, like the pale primrose.

When the warm rains fall around it;

Thy fond heart now may seek repose

From the rankling griefs that wound it

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For a parents loss the eyes may fill

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And weep till the heart runs over;

But the pang is long and deeper still

That falls on the grave of a lover.

When the zephyrs play around it;

In me let thy trembling heart repose,

I will ward the sorrows that wound it

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'Twere a futile wish such love to crave.

As warm'd thy maiden bosom;

While Henry sleeps, where the alders wav>

Oer the night-shade's drooping blossom.

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IHOVGH FORtVJ^E KKKB H^S BEEJV KIJ^D,Air Within this villapfe dwells a Maid.

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s • w c* U ' dview, And ma_ny a lip of co_ral dye, And cheek of ro_seate hue;

It=^^Yet never never did I meet

A mind so pure, a he,->rt so kind,

A breast so void of all deceit.

So warm_yet so rcfin'd

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0,when in distant lands I roam.

Through many a clime, o'er many a sea.

My beating heart will wander home.

And rest its hopes on thee.

HOW SITF.F.T' IJ^ IHE S'flLLJ^ESS.17

Air Thamama Hulla.

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earth for a moment to leave. And cherish the thoughts that would

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1It is sweet to remember the friends that were dear.

Who moulder in death, and are vanished away;

And to think, as we mourn, that a sigh and a tear

Shall mingle for us when departed as they;

For, ah; it were fearful to think when we die

That our loss would cost no one a tear or a siuh.

1^/ snVGH'l' At F.rK I'HF. AlOOJVLIGHf EOM'FR.

Air_I wish I was on yonder hilL

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care has deep_ly marked this brow. And grief has done its worst to me'^ I^^t-

O! I could weep as now I gaze Beloved shade, if,at this hour.

On love's own bower, and flowery ways. Thou comest near thv once-lov'd bower.

To think of thee, beloved shade. Let not those tears, nor let those ^ighs,

So late in youth and health array'd. Disturb thee in thj' native skies;

What would avail my tears? But come in some sweet dreamThy heart is cold,, and o'er thy grave To speak of peace, for in thy tomb

The tear-drop of the night appears. My' heart is laid, and there no beamAnd flowers in mournful silence wave. Can break, its darkness to illume.

D.Weir.

YHF. S.4IL0R''S HFT'T'Rjr.

Cheerfully?^ :^K:

Air Moll Roone.

1 i-i t ^\i^Ere morning, my bark, will tnv" Jour_ney be o''er;-We welcome the

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Cer my eyelids when slumber her wit(her\' threw.

And weary and worn out I sank on the deck,Methought to the arms of my Mar\- I flew,

And our little one kiss'd me and clung to m^- neck.

Then swiftU", my bark, oVr the waters awa\iThe curlew there measures our course through the air,

O sweet round my home spreads the calm smiling ba\-.

And kind is the heart that will welcome us there!

20 tHOSE stB^/J^s, Those sTr^ij^s.Air The Coina, or Dirge,

Slow

Oh lull thoso chords each tale they weave

Bids the big tear of anguish roll:

Minstrel! their liveliest strains but leave

A deeper sadness on my soul;

For long within this lonely breast

Has sorrow held her gloomy reign,

Till ev'ry feeling is at best

Ting'd with a darker shade of pain.

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Air Open the door softly.

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Swift fly the hours when, in youths happv day,Love and wine wreathe the

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mDear to our hearts is the magical chord

That vibrates to sympathy's finger;

Fondly we hang on a sigh, or a word,

And, 'raptur'y,b\- beauty we linger.

Oh! dear to our hearts is the magical < hord

That vibrates to sympathy's finger.

Sweet is the tune when in union of soul

Each cheek with a smile is enlighten'dj

Care flies abashd from the vine-blushing bowl.

Each eve by good humour is brighten'd.

Oh! sweet is tlio tune when in union of soul

Each cherk with a smile is enlighten'd!

22 oh! ST'RIKE T'HK magic harp AGAIJV.Air The Brown Maid.

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^OhI strike th«' mag-ic harp a -gain, And charm mj

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strain. Which grac''d thv ro seato lips to — da^^^=^^Come, lull my sorrows to repose,

With numbers such as angels sing,

And tearh me to forget my woes,

By pouring rapture from the string'

M*".* Wilson.

GREF.JV IJVISJ^ORE.Air The Leitrim County.

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1. _. — ica _ rol a song, In re_ mrm_brance of her I _ dor How

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grief, tho' her words were but few. She hung on my bo_soin, and

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igKd, O be true, When you**rf far from, the green ln_ is -more!

m m smAh. Eveleen, my love! hadst thou seen this fond breast.

How, at parting, it bled to its core.

Thou hadst there seen thine image so deeply imprest.

That thou ne''er oouldst have doubted me more.For my king and my country undaunted I fought.

And brav'd all the hardships of war as I ought,

But the day never rose saw thee strange to my thought.

Since I left thee in green Inismore.

Ye dear native mountains, that towV on my view.

What joys to my mind ye restore!

The past happy scenes of my life ye renew.

And ye ne'er seeni''d so charming before.

In the rapture of fancy already I spyMy kindred and friends crowding round me with joy.

But my Eveleen, sweet girl, there's a far dearer tie

Binds this heart to the green Inismore!Tannahill.

24AWAVj AirAirJ IT CAsN'J^Ot BE.

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A_way, A. waylit cannot be That love will rv-or smile a_gain,Fbr

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dreams of youth, our ear_l^ bliss, Which first and fond af_fec—tion knew,Must

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*^r :t11 their pro_mise come to this. That all they tAld us proves un_true

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Away, away! it cannot be.

Since folly broke the golden chain

That bound this faithful heart to thee,

Which love can never bind again.

V\Tiat though we lovd in sorrows day,

When this was all the bliss we knew;In happier hours it fades away

False maid, false maid, a long adieu!

D. Weir.

GO Wn'H ME To YOJ^DER l.AWJ^.Air Planxty Connor.

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part-ing be_fore us, And the sun ris_ing oVr us. Our first vows of

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Air_ Mac Farlanes Lamrntation.

Slowly. Since thou,lovo_ly maiden, no longer wilt stay, But leave me un_

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The hour of our parting my bosom alarms,

And when shall this bosom again be at rest?

Sure he thus accustomed to doat on thy charms,

Deprived of thy presence, can never bo blessed!

When the wild blasts of winter blew waste o'er the hill,

And withered the fair flowers that painted the plain,

Oh,thou wert a flower that delighted me still.

And I cared not how long till they blossomed again.

But now though the beauties of spring-time are come.

These beauties can only bring sorrow to me,

For my soul must remain in the depths of a gloomEven darker than winter, in absence of thee!

H.S. Riddell.

ah/ SHEEL.4Hy T'HOV^PT' .M Y^ DARLIJ^G< Air Nancy Vernon.

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Ah!Sheelah.thou''rt my darling,Thegolden inuage of my heart,Howr

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fcH^ n Ml n h J ^ -I T in T J f#ichcfrlcs* »prms thU morning. It bring* the hour when we mast part; Tho'

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When tossed upon the billow,

And angry tempests round me blow,Lot not th<' gloomy willow

OVrshade thy lovely lily brow;But mind the seamarfs story.

Sweet William and his charming Sue;111 soon return with glory,

And, like «weet William,wed thee too.

Ah! Sheelahi thou'rt my darling.My heart is thine where'er I go.

Think on our days of pleasure,While wand'ring by the Shannon side.

When summer days gave leisureTo stray amidst their flow'ry pride;

And while thy faithful loverIs far upon the stormy main,

Think, when the wars are over.These golden days shall come again;

Ah! Sheelah, thon''rt my darling.These golden days shall come again.

Farewell, ye lofty mountains.Your flowVy wilds we wont to rove;

Ye woody glens and fountains.The dear retreats of mutual love.

Alas! we now must sever.O! Sheelah, to thy vows be true!

My heart is thine for everOne fond embrace, and then adieu;

Ah! Sheelah, thou"'rt my darling.One fond embrace, and then adieu!

Ta, ihill.

28T'HERK WAS A l"IJSl F.

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Slow. r^ 4 i-^-L-j-.^There was a time when peace andjoy Like i _vy round our mo _ nicnts

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And in those davs of pure de_light,We ne_ver thought an hour like this Would

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come, our hap-pi-ness to blight, And min_gle mis!. r\' witli ourljliss

S B ^But, oh! my life, my love, forget

That such a dream your path had crost;

Forget the hour that e'er we met,

For honour, love, and life, are lost.

And, in this hour of dark distress.

Forgive me this is all I crave;

Let that one word my bosom bless,

And pitv tell it o'er my grave

.

D.Weir.

It will readily be perceived that this song is almost a paraphrase of Emmet's letter

to Miss Cnrran, a few hours before his execution. The melancholy fate of this

yonng Gentleman, and the devoted love of the survivor, are but too well known

(o recjuire note or comment

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O MIjy^E HF .4 CO'f'fAGF..

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hralth from its wing is be_stow_ ing. When mild_Tv tho hoa-vens aro

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i ilist the pil-grims talc, And strew him a couch for his dream _ ing.

^^ ^Oh! sweetly the woodbine shall wind along,

Blossoms each lattice adorning.

Whilst the larks melodious song

Salutes the bright beam of the morning.

Vow tell me ye minions of pleasure,

As night's lagging moments you measure,

Can ye, 'midst the city throng.

Bestow on your hearts such a treasure?

dooh'. OPEj^ t'he door.

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Tho' thou hast bfienfalsp, I'll ever prove true, OhI o.pen the door to me, Oh

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Cauld is the blast upon my pale cheek,

But cauldor thy love for me. Oh!The frost that freozos the life at my heart,

Is nought to the pains frae thee, Oh.

The wan moon is setting behind the white wave.

And time is sotting with me. Oh!Fause friends, fause love, fareweel! for mair

111 neVr trouble them, nor thee. Oh!

She has opon''d the door, she has open'^d it wide,

She sees his pale corse on the plain. Oh!My true love! she cried, and sank down by his side.

Never to rise again, Oh)Burns.

AW.IKF. I'HE HARP'^S SLVMBER.Air ^O save me from death.

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change the sad song which her last harper gave, When he sung of his^^ ^m^-^&mt^ f^ p^^E"J. ' *l T^;oun_try, and saw her a slave; But re-mem-ber a _ gain, 'The^ s-F—F-

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-ri_ous strain, Which was heard in the Isle of tlie free and the brave.^^I eThen change the sad strain, and let gladness arise,

Since the long night of sorrow and sighing is past.And welcome the light which has dawn'd in the skies.

For the day-star of freedom has risen at last.

And the eyes that hav<^ wept now smile in ther ray,As they gaze on the beam of the opening day*

They remember again.The glorious strain.

Which was sung ere their liberty vanished away.

Awake the harp's slumber, the harp which has longBeen as mute in the hall, as the Minstrel who gave

A name to the harp, and awaken''d the songThe first happy song in the Isle of tlie brave.

Like the bird of the morning that sings through the sk%,

And meets the bright sun as he rises on high;

Oh. remember again,

The glorious strain.

And hail with its music the light that draws nigh.D.Weir.

Slowly

Air Pfggy Bawn

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Faro-well, farr_well, dear E-rin's isle! My na-tivr land,a-dieu. I ve

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seen thy hours of sun _ shine smile, And niarkd thy sor_rows too. The

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winds will on _ ly hear me weep For thee, my Pefj_gy Bawn,

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And though I haste bej ond the sea.

Where sweeter scenes may smile,

My heart unchang'd will turn to thee,

My own, my native Isle.

But now a long, a kind farewell

To mountain, grove, and lawn,

While tears alone my parting tell

From thee, my Pegg^- Bawn.

D. Weir.

.4h! CH IDE ME J^OJ'.

Air The lonely branch.

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Ah! chide me not, that oVr my chrek No tears of si-lent sor_row

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steal, Nor deem the ar_dent pas_sion weak,Mv bo_som long has learnt to foel

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No words mv secret flame re_veal. No sighs the tale of love im-part? Yet

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looks of outward peace con_ceal The sadness of a bursting heart.

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Yet do not blame me, if a while

I wear the semblance of repose,

And woo a fleeting summer smile.

To gild the darkness of my woes;

Oh. 'tis the lingering ray that throws

O'er the dim vale a blaze of light.

And, bright in parting splendour, glows

The herald of a cheerless night.

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Fcrling.

Air_Tho Mairl of Killala.

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m^-sight,The flowery brake,the spreading tree, In_vite my soul to har. mo_nv.

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The curling wave that gently flows,The zephyr's breath that softly blows,The river winding to the sea.Invite my soul to harmony.

The murmnrihg stream that glides along.The bird that warbles nature?s song.The mountain towering to the sky,Invite my soul to harmony.

The verdant hills clad oVr with sheep.The distant sails upon the deep,The sky around, and all I see,

Invite my soul to harmony.

The beauty of the female face.The mind, the form, the easv grace.The modest smile, and sparkling eye.Invite my soul to harmony.

Rob* Wight.

OH^ t'f.ll mk tthaT soujvd.Air Paddy's resource.

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* t^WFs^tost o'er our be_ing piing pre_vail? 'Tis the soft melt-ing voice of the

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sings in tho dalr. When the strains of tho rest of the warblers are o''e

Oh, tell me what light, of the earth or the sky.

Can the deepest delight to the spirit impart?'Tis the bright beaming radiance that lives in the e\'e

Of the maid that affection has bound to our heart.

More charming is this than the glory of art.

More lovely than rays from yon bright worlds above:

It heightens each joy, as it soothes every smart,

Enchanting our souls with the magic of love.

Oh, tell me what drop is most melting and meekThat aught 'neath the azure of heaven can share?

'Tis tho tear-drop that falls from the dear maiden's cheek.

When she breathes o''er her lover her sigh and her prayer.

More tender is this, more celestial and fair.

Than the dew-drop that springs from the chamber of morn.

A balm that still softens the ranklings of care

That heals every wound that our bosom hath borne.

H.S. Riddell.

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^ ^^^^^^'But thou shalt smile, my dearest maid,

No ills like these await thee:

For I can give thee cause to hate

No more than thou canst hate me.

And never think to frown, fair maid^

Thou canst not; when thou triest,

Well I can see, beneath thy frown

Lurk smiles, the sweetest, slyest.R.Hogg.

Slowly,

SHEPHERDS, I HAV^E LOST" MV LOTE.Air .Banks of Banna.

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^^^mShepherds,! have lost my love. Have you seen my An_na,

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Pride of ov'— ry sha _dy grove, Up — on the banks of Ban_na?

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Never shall 1 sre them more,

Llntill her returning.

All the joys of life ar<' oVr,

B'roni gladness chang'd to mourning:

Whither is my charmer flown,

Shepherds, tell me whither?

Ah! woe for me! perhaps she's gone,

Forever and forever.

58 SHEF.LAH JJSr SORROir.Air—Phelim O Neale.

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good cheer; Our friends are in-vit_ed, Andr ta_dy. And full of

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now on their way, And th<- Par_son will join us, And bless us to-day.

atgf^ M 1I (annof be happy;,

Oh! how can I be?

M^ P"ather''s so cruel

To Mother and me.

She gave me some trifle.

And what did he sayr?

She would sure give me all

Ere she got me away."

"Oh! Sheelah, my jewel,

He good as you're fair _Thty are ailing and old,

They have little to spare;

We are healthy and ^•oung,

We are loving and true,

And their blessing is all

That I v«sh for with you?'

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Air The Sixpence.

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Oh! were I a_wa\ in the wilds of yon glen. And thou,love-ly

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m m msor_row no morre could come near me; The smile of thy face, and the^ I1.

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beam of thine eye, And the love of that bo_som so (cn^der, Such bliss as but

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E ^lives in the bow'rs of the sky To' my heart and my be_inp; could n ii_d

?=T mpAnd still, as we strayed nature's solitudes througli,

Would I gather each wild opening blossom,

To braid the fair ringlets that wave o'er thy brow,

And garland thy white-heaving bosom.

On our way by the moorland, the rock, and the stream,

Would the care of this spirit be o'er thee;

Oh! the world to me as a shadow would seem,

While I lived, only lived to adore thee!

The tear-drop is pure that the fond lover weeps,

When hopes long-departed awaken,

The moonbeam is bright on the heath-flower that sleeps.

When clouds have the welkin forsaken;

But thine eye is more bright, and thv' spirit more pure

Oh! though we have lived thus to sever.

Thine image of loveliness still must allure.

Must live on my memory for ever!

H.S.Riddell.

40IJ\^ SV^MMER, h^HFJV I'HF. LEArES WERE G R EE jy.

Air_Thc Banks of the Shannon.

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ShdTinon\ flow!.ry banks we sat, And there he told his talc; O

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b^— _well_a_dav. vou see me pine In sorrow and de_ spair, Yet

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no, dear \outh! I soft_ly said. Such love demands mj thanks, Ann!^!5=Sr=^ ^ ^ ^mS *^rr

htrr I vow p_tor_nal truth, On Shannon^s flowlrv banks.

I O. - " N^^^P^And then we vow'd eternal truth.

On Shannons flow'ry banks,And then we gathered sweetest flow'rs.

And play'd such artless pranks:

But, WOP is hie! the press-gang came.And forc''d my Ned away,

Just when we nam'dnext morning fair

Xo be our wedding—dav>

M\ love, he cried, they force me hence,Kelt still my heart is thine;

All peace be yours, my gentle Pat,

While war and toil are mine!

With riches 1 11 return to thee.

I sobb"'d out words of thanks,

And th<'n we vow'd eternal truth.

On Shannon's flow'ry banks.

And then we vow'd eternal truth.

On Shannon''s flow'r^ banks.

And then I saw him sail awa}',

And join the hostil(- ranks.

From morn to eve, for twelve dull months,His absence sad I mourn''d;

The peace was made, the ship came back,

But Teddj' ne''er return''d.

His beauteous face and manly formHave won a nobli'r fair^

My Teddy's false, and I, forlorn,

Must die in sad despair.

Ye gentle maidens, see me laid.

While you stand round in ranks.

And plant a willow o'er my head.

On Shannon's flow'ry banks.

42ohI m^herf. has t'hk exile his home>

Air—Alas, for poor Teddy Macshane.

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Oh! when will the Exile return.''

Ohl when will the Exile return?•When our hearts heave no sigh.When onr tears shall be dry.

When Erin no longer shall mourn;When his name we disown.When his mem'ry is gone

Ohl then will the Exile return!AlexT Laing.

Lively,

OJiTE J^IGHT" nv .MV VOV'tH.Air_The Lass that wears green.

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One night in my youth, as I rov''d with my mer_ry pipe,

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My chanter I plied, with mv b^art beating jrailv,

I ptp'cl up the strain, while so sweetly shi- sung.

The soft melting melody filTd all the valley.

The green woods around us in harmony rung.

Methought that she verily charm''d up ihe moon!Now, still, as I wander in village or c'itv.

When good people call for some favourite ditty,

1 give them sweet Kitty, and Ellen Aroon.Tannabi ' I ,

44oh! hush, juv df.^r b^ bv.

Air_Thp Lad\" of thf desert,

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the toar drop so soon in thi ne pye '

1^P^W^Tin fatlicr was tender, thy father was kind.

His last look at parting will neVr leave my mind;

For they've made him a grave, far far oVr the sea,

No more to return to m\ baby or me.

Oh! hush, my dear baby, lie still on my breast.

And 111 sing thcc a song, to lull thee to rest;

I 11 sit by thy cradle. Til watch oVr thy sleep;

And, oh! lovely bab\', why^ why should'st thou weep?

Thy mother ma\" weep, and th}' mother may sigh;

Hut let peace, and let happiness beani in thine eye,

For the joy of my heart is far o'er the sea.

No more to return to my baby or me.

D. Weir.

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457'HEIR GROrFS O' SWEE'f MYRILE.

Air __Th'' Humours of G1<t)',

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es^Their fjroves o'swcot m\ rtle,If>t foreign lands rPck-on,VMiere bright hMm-imj;

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siin^.mors rx-haln their porfump; Far dear-er fo me yon lone glen o''greenbrackeo,Wi'' the

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liurn steal-ing un-der the lang yeHow broom: Far dear-er to me y on hum blc broom

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-niang the wild flovv-ers, A-list' ntng the lin-net,aft wand-crs ni\ Jean.^ ^m^ ^*—#

Tho' rich is the breeze, in their ga% sunny- valleys,

And cauld Caledonia's blast on the wave;

Their sweet-scented woodlands, that skirt the proud palaee,

•What are they? the haunt o" the tyrant and slave.

The slave's spicy forests, and gold-bubbling fountains.

The brave Caledonian views wi' disdain:

He wanders as free as the wind on his mountains,

Save love's willing fetters the chains o' his Jean.

Hums.

46'tHE BOJ^J^IE BLUE FORGEf-M E-.YOT'.

Air_The.Maid of Derby.

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How bbnnie is tho glen in the greenwood shaw,Where the wild roses

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bloom, and the breez_es blaw, Thro'tho sun_ny summer dells When theS ^K- # K-

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O tell me a flower in the garden or wild,

,So modest, and so peerless, as summer's fair child;

Not a brighter floweret blowsEven the blush Celestial rose,

Must yield to the bonnie blue forget-me-not.

B\- the cress-covered fountain, where its sparkling waters run,

Th\' azure star with golden breast is smiling to the sun,

While the violets that bloomRound the fane at beauty's tomb,

Are gcmm'S with the bonnie blue forget-ine-not.

Dearest emblem of friendship, thou beauty of the grove!

Th\ pale blue eye like my Laura's beams with love;

And when Laura courts the shade.

Whisper softly to the maid.

That thy name, lovely flower! is forget-me-not .

Thomas L\le.

O MIGHT' I BUT' MV P.4T'R1CK LOrE.Air O Patrick, fly from me

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And thon mv Patrick savs to m<".

In truth ho has not riches;

That true lovp is but soldom priz''d

By those whom gold bewitches.

He tells me, he enough ran earn^

And that I need not fear it.

He tells me when the bosom's w,irni.

We mock the storm that's blowing;;

That honest hearts need fear no h»riii.

Though hard the world is goinp;

He tells nic; but ah, me! I fear,

I will from duly falter;—That scanty stores should s«'rve his turn, 1 wish he could as soon p<rsiiail'

If I would only share it. The mother as th<' danght<r.

O Patrick, fly from me, &c. O Patrick, fly from me, ft; .

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Air— Tell nae dear Evnleen

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On a grrra bank gentle Ma-ry vas seat-ed, Nights gloomy mantfe was^"i»>

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As she breath'd the inel_ting sound. Oh! sweet_est hope, thou art my

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pleas- ure, Till my Lov_er re _ turns to me!

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Wildly the wind from the mountain now rov'd

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The dews and the wind were unheeded by Mary,

She thought but of him she lov'd

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Again she sung,"Thou art my treasure.

Oh! sweet hope, I look to thee]

Heigh ho! a farewell to pleasure,

Till my Edmund returns to me.

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Air Th<» little Harvest ros<'

.'11 1 A_j ui.. u__ i.T?.^.'!Go, Ecl_mund,join the martial throng, And no_bly srrk an hono/d

nanif, Go, pour the tide of war a-long. And climb Xho rugg<>d ctcrp of famo.

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sometimes wipo tho ppnsivo tear, And sweet_ly think of me and love!

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^ ^^On Erin's sod you drew your breath,

From her you caught th(^ patriot glow,

Whose children spurn the thoughts of death.

And foremost meet the daring foe;

Yet whilst with pride you scorn to f 1^

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Or from the brow of battle move,Oh. sometimes breathe the tender sigh,

And dearly think of me and love!

Should Fate your early fall decree.Far, far from Erin's parent shore.

Where ne'er my doating t\es might see

Those looks of manly beauty more;

To Heaven shou'd rise the fervent pray'r.

To meet in lasting bliss above,

Within my breast the wound Id bi'ar.

And meekly die for you and love.

50WHF.J^ SORROW LEFT' HF.R JVAl'irF SPHFRF.

Air The brown thorn.

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Whrnsorrow left hor native sphi'ro,To scrk a home where she might

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She heard her blue-ey'd daughters sigh.

And saw their children born to weep,

But oh! she knew not why.

This, thif., she said,''sthe home for me.

Unhappy Island of the sea!

D. Weir.

.Y.IT'VRE .4JYD MELODW

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Thrn why from Italia hrr squallers invite,

When our own native strains are so forni'd to delight?

Here nature and melody walk hand in hand,

And discord nrVr blew her harsh trump oVr our land.

No, no, when such music assails ns,

Oh, oh, how fruitless the strain!

If the heart cannot feel, the sound nought avails us.

We neVr long to encore it again and again.

How sweet floats the song when the subject's reveal d,

Nor in shakes nor in graces its moral conceal'dl

But when science the thoughts of tlie poet conlroul ,

The notes may surprize, but untouched is the soul.

No, no, when such music assails us,

Oil, oh, how fruitless the straini

If the heart cannot fe<'l, the sound nought avails us.

We neVr long to encore it again and again.

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Slow.

/T* i^\4S A SUMME B F.r^J^IJTG.

Air Sly Patrick

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It was a summer ov'ning,Ancl like the prpsout scone. When last 1

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lot be a_gai n."^'f memory shall re_niain, The pleasure of that ev^ning,That cann

lEE ^ to ^^ i jjze ftThe dews that now are falling

The morning shall exhale;

The wild ftow'rs that an closing

Shall open to the gale;

The sun that now is setting

Shall light another day,

But Mar\ is departed

For evi r and for ave.

The beauties of the morningShall manv" a heart delight.

While ev''ry favorite object

Is happy in their sight;

But he whose hopes are vanishd,Whose spirit is forlorn,

Longs for that starless evening

That never knows a morn.Knox.

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THF MOOjr DIMMED H F. R B F. .4 M S

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Ai r __ Young Terrence M9 Donough.

h W^fWr^^^-::a

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The moon dimm"'d her beams in a feath—er_y cloud, As she

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=t^sail'd through the star-stud-ded vault of the sky. And slowly the moss-covert^ . P

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55

"Oh. where is the warrior that awfully rose

In his might, like the wide-spreading oak on the heath?

Alas! the bright eye that flash'd fire on his foes.

For ever is closed in the slumber of death!

In his hall not a string of the Harp now is stirr'd.

The bards sit around, wrapt in silence and grief,

And only the sobs of his father are heard

Who shall comfort the sorrowing soul of the chief?

"Oh! where are the blood—crusted spear and the shield?

In indolent rest 'neath the wall they recline

And where are his dogs that were fierce in the field?

Round his grass-tufted hillo<k the\ lingering whineO hear me! thou spirit of Crothal, attend.

In pity look down on the house of thy rest;

For thee doth the fast-falling tear-drop descend.And thine the last sigh that escapes from my breast,"

54'tis H.4RP T'O FORGET'.

Air Daniel's dream.

Slowly.i

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'Tis hard to forgot the first love that we knew, Tho-iits hopes, and its

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promise, may all prove un-true; We de_light still to lin ger, and

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jy those bowVs,Which saw in love's morning our hap_pi-est hours.

P P f f P P P f ^ ^€—

TAs we there love to linger, we never forget

The time when we lov^, and the scenes where we met;

And though mournful the thought, there's a pleasure to dream

Near the bow^r of our loves, and to gaze on its Stream.

D.Weir.

l^^HF.J^ 7'HF. bright' SPARK OF FREEDO^M.Air Black Joke.

?5^=?5;^=^3m "T "T" "T ij:

N N fv K NlNi^zi:

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When the bright spark of freedom firstglows in the mind,And sev.ers theh:-*"

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J. J 1^,14^^chain which a despot would bind, It is then that the soul in_to lili.er_ty springs

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TAnd hails a new life and a world of its own,. A birth place of^I I ^

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froe_don), a rog_i6n un_known to the slave and the cow-ard who

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daro not be free. And who tanie_lv sub — mit to a ty _ rant's de-

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m—r^crfp, And in pal_aco or pris_on un_hopd_ing_lv sings

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O! give me the heart which unfettered remains,

In the depths of a dungeon, and towers amidst chains.

Which lived in a Wallace, a Russell, a Tell,

It is all that I ask, for the world it is wide,

There are spots where the tyrant can never abide.

Where the altars of freedom rise brighten the strand,

To guide the poor Exile to liberty's land _When with tears he has bade his own country- farewell.

Can the patriot Exile unfeelingly roam.

Nor think of his country, his birth-place, his home.

And all that once bound him to infancy's spot?

O speak not of this! when h<' fought with the brave.

And stenim'd the red current, nor would be a slave;

When he fled from the field which a tyrant had won;

When his countrymen bled and his land was undone.

Then that land he forsook _but 'tis never forgot.D.Weir.

66SHF. LEFT VS WHEJV SPR IJVG-'flJ^E.

Air Groves of Blarnry.

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rShe left us when Spring-timeHad! painted theplain,Anclproinis'd in^^ r P P

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•r "crAutumn To see us a-gain. Long, long speni''cl the summer,When she was a-

way. OAnd we sigh'd for the woodlands And f low''rs to de_cay.

^^^The tree at our window

Had scattered its leaves.

And the swallow had left ns

That sung frona the eaves,

When we thought of her promiseTo see as again.

And long''d for her coming;But all was in vain.

She left us in Spring-time,

In health and in joy,

But the breezes of AutumnHad blown to destroj:

We saw the long fun''ral

Come over the plain,

And the voice that could cheer us

Can cheer not again.

Knox.

•fHE MAID IJV BEDLAM.

Slowly.

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189 -1^One morning ver_y ear_ly, one morn_ing in the spring, I

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m— zX_lam, who monrn-ful_ly did sing; Herheard a maid in bed

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chains she rat-tlod on hor hands, while sw(*pt_l\' thus sung sh<s I

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31 ^FF rlove my love, be—cause I know my love loves me,

£ mf^O cruel were his parents, who sent my love to sea.

And cruel cruel was the ship which bore my love from me!Yet I love his parents since they''re his, altho' they've ruined m«'.

And I love my love, because I know my love loves me.

should it please the pitying powers to call me to the sky.

Id claim a guardian angel's charge, around my love to fly;

To guard him from all dangers how happy should I be!

For I love my love, because I know my love loves me.

1 11 make a strawy garland, I 11 make it wond'rous fine.

With roses, lilies, daisies, I 11 weave the eglantine.

And 1 11 present it to my love, when he returns from sea,

For I love my love, because I know my love loves me.

O if I wore a little bird to build upon his breast.

Or if 1 wore a nightingale to sing my love to rest.

To gaze upon his lovely eyes all my reward should be,

For I love my love, because I know my love loves me.

O if I were an eagle, to soar into the skv"i

I'd gaze around with piercing eyes where I my love might spy,

But, ah] unhappy maiden, that love you ne'er shall seel

Yet I love my love, because I know my love loves me.George Byron.

HAD I A HEART'.Same Air.

Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd, I ne'er cou'd injure you;For tho'your tongue no promise claim'd,your charms wou'd make m<- true;

To jou no soul shall bear deceit, no stranger offer wrong:But friends in all the aged you'll meet, and lovers in the young:

But when they learn that you have blest another with your heart,

They''ll bid aspiring passion rest, and act a brother's part;

Then, ladv, dread not here deceit, nor fear to suffer wrong:For friends in all the aged you'll meet, and brothers in the young.

Sheridiin .

5HSWF.F.'t ISLK.

Air O Connor's Lanunt.

Mo,l:

For the bright hours spent 'midst such scenes as thine.

Delightful spot, may be compared to thee,

And, as we backward look on life, they shine

Like"sunnv islands in a stormy seal'

J. Player.

I'Hb: COLD WnYDS OF WlyN'i'ER.

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Air New Langolee.

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he cold winds ^ win_ter howl'd bleak on the bil_low, And

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s ;i_long the dark shore, Yo'ung No_ra a_rose from her

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sad wj're their ec_ho<

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foar-troubled pillow. And wept when she thought on the o-coans wild i-oar

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It was not thf wavf, with its riid _cst roni-nio_tion, Coti Id break on her

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*^ sleep or dis-turh lior de_vo-tion, But ah! fon:

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%o_soni''s e-nio_tion. That whisper'd, my Patrick will meet nie no mor

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He left the calm bay when the morning was shining.

The winds were all hush'd on their pillow of blue.

Love's flower round her heart in its sunlight was twining.

And w<i\d in the breezj's as sweetly it grew.The storm has awoke and love's flower it lies weeping.In depths of the ocean her Patrick is sleeping,

And over his bed the wild' waves are sweepingHe recks not tlie tears of that maiden so true.

O weep not, fond maid, nor let sorrow awakenThe love—drrams of youth which will bless thee no morf-;

Like a rose_bud of promise by summer winds shaken,Th^ flower of affection lies nipt on the shore.

The spring-time will come with its swe< t sunny showers.

And roses will bloom in the cold wintry bowers.But, ah! lovely maid, amidst evergre«-n flowers.

Thy Patrick will meet thee where storms nev<T roar,

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ertoh! Hrs» The sofY sigh.

T«isdi«.Trli>r<f|; Ob! hush the soft sigh, maid, and dry the swopt tear, U\

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this

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im^aef' shall ov_<'rbo som thy bod(ar: Of Hop(''s pic-tur''d seen

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ool_ours df-cay. And love's fai_ry sea.sonT ,

as soon nnlts a _wa\ 1

l»-3#^f i gl\Miin its balni-broathing dow I delighted to sip,

Did I think a farewell would escape from that lip?

B^ honour commanded, the' far I should roam.The loadstone of love will attract me to home.

At noon, when the rose's warm blush thou shall see,

Oh, think of the wreaths thou hast woven for me!At night, when the moon in mild splendour shall move,Oh, view that fair planet, and think how I love!

O JTHISTL/': .4^'\''D i'lL COME YO Y^OV,^MY^ 1,4 D.Air Noble Sir Arthur.

Lively.-"

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O whistle and 1 11 come to you,my lad, O whistle and I 11 come5'•,[•* i ^t

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lip thp back stilo, and let nap-bo_dy src. And come as \r were na^ S^^ m ^ rt^n5=^'J^

om_ing to mo, And come as ye w<Te na com_ing to me^^I f Ch 1 1^ -^O whistle and I 11 come to you, my lad,

O whistle and I 11 come to you, my lad,

Tho' father and mother and a' should gac mad,

Thy Jeanj will venture wi' j e, my lad.

At kirk or at market, whene\>r yr meet me,

Gang by me as tho' that ye car'd na a flee.

But steal me a blink o' your bonnie black e'e,

Yet look as ye were na looking at me,

Yet look as ye were na looking at me.

O whistle anil 111 come to you, my lad,

O whistle and 1 11 come to vou, my lad,

Tho' father and mother and a' should gae mad,

Th^ Joanv will venture wi' ye, my lad.

Ay vow and protest that ye carena for me.

And whiles \e may lightly mj beauty a wee,

But court na anither, tlio' joking ye be.

For fear that she wile ^our fancy frac me.

For fear that she wile your fancy frae me.Burns.

62o

Slow I

f\4Ey FAR FFO.M ^M Y^ CO(/jyi'/fy\Air Castlp Tirowon.

Far, far from my country-, doar E_rin,fro-ni thco, ]\v wandf'rd,an

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(1^"XK <'X_ilo l)<_>ond tl)«- dark 5,ra; Bui nf\r cotild (his lone hrart for

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\\ S' ' 'hr green islc^ WTiero sum_nier's bright lints oVr the blue wa_ters smileiti

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How oft in thf twilight I ve stood on thti shore,

And gaz d on thy path where the wild billows roar,

'Till the home of my Fathers rose brightly to view.

And I thonghl that the vision before me was true!

But, ah! as I gazd,it soon vanisl^d awa3

,

And the night-cloud arose where the dark waters layj

But still to xny fancy it whisper'd a while,

Thy steps shall revisit thine own native Isle!

And dear shall each spot of thy childhood appear.

When seen in the morViing through memory's tear;

Tliat hour shall repay all the years that are past,

Wlien thy sire and X\\\ friends shall receive thee at last.

D. Weir.

In

Moderatf

Time.

FBOM I'HF COURT' I'O IHF COl'lAGF.

te ^ ^tAil Thad\, \ou Gander.

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,From the court to the cot—tage cbn_vey me a — way. For Ii

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wii-ry of gran-deur, and whalf fliry call gay, Where pride without nioasun-.Andm^^ t^f 5

P K N K m^^pomp without pleasure, Makes life in a cir-clc of )iur_ry df_rav- f^ir r<'_

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mote and re_tir'd from the noise of the town, III e>_ change my tiro_

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a plain rus_set gown; My friends shall fc• few, But well

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cho—srn and true. And sweet re_cre_a-tion oivr eve_ning shall crown^ 'H i m

With a rural repast, a rich bancjuot for rir.

On a mossy green turf^ hear some shady old tree;

The river's clear brink,

Shall afford me nn' drink,

And temp'rance my friend Iv physician shall be;Ever calm and sc^rene, with contentment still blest,

Not too giddy with joy, or with sorrow dcprcst,

111 neither invoke

Nor repine at death's stroke.

But retire from the world as I would to niv rest.

64J>ro! J^OT" T'HE t'ress.

Air Luggdaw.

laid, soft music's lond-ing Her soul to boau_ti_ful lips likr tliine.

Trcssos fall faded, smilos are fleeting,

Blue ej es oft shoot us an icy glance;

But, O! what spirit can still the beating

Of pulses that tremble and hearts that dance.

The kindest gift ^ the sweetest token,

Tress or smile, I would resign.

Once more but to hear one dear word spoken

By those so beautiful lips of thine.

Wiffen.

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ST'RA^GER, ITHEJVCESOE^EB VOV COME.6S

Air__Th<' Brown Irish Girl.

Chiorfullj

V J'-^i;- J^JJ'^ Tn :fr'^i ^^

sStranger,whencesoe'er you come,Wolconio tothis rustic clonip;Wrlcome

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iM^m 3to the hill, the glade; Wel(;ome to the forest shade: To our simplest home_ly

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fare Come, and welcome; banish care: Climb our hills, and health iii.hale,Borneup-

^ £t^ ^^^ ^•J^l^^^J \^^^on the perfum''dgale. Climb our hills^and health inhale,Borneup.onlhepeVfam\!lga!<'-

3^ ^^^I

Bury in yon wooded glen

All the strife of busy men;Let the streams that round it roll,

Softly murmuring, soothe thy soul:

See, the glorious. orb of dayGilds us with his parting ray,

Whilst above the woods afar

Sweetly shines the evening star!

Stranger, n^st thee here a while.

Till the morning sun shall smiley

Then explore the fairy scene,

Lovely like a waking dream.Worn and wasted by disease,

Pale and languid, ill at ease,

Saj', does healtli your care employ-Health the fostering nurse of joy?

Come and chase her on our hills.

Seek her by our purling rills,

Meet her midst our sliadowy trees.

Woo her in the balm\- breeite:

Health and peace and joy are here;

Child of sorrow, banish care,

Cease thy wanderings* leave thy woes.Yield to pleasure and repose!

66 WHF.J^ }r.4 R WAS HEARD.Air The Horniit of Killarnry.

-fe-

Whrn gloomy care disturb'd thy rest,

Or sorrow dimm''d thine eye.

Oh! did not then this tender breast

.Return thee sigh for sigh?

But did delight thy bosom know,

And love thine hours employ.

We shar'd the sympathetic glow,

And mingled tears of joy.

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'flS SWEET" ro HEAR tHE rOICE OF LOTE.

Cheerful-?

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Air The Wren.

Tis sweet to hear the voice of love. In some lone bowV, When

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r 4 "t ^t-^ iall is hush'd bo_side the grove, be.sido the grove. And the pale moon be_

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^n"iorning''s first and loveliest beam Breaks oVr the sea. Then trf me hear th(

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O ^voice of love. In some lone bow'r, When all is hushH beside (ho grove, be

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I• • • • • fside the grove, And the pale moon be^holds a _bove. Night's hap-py hour

r•

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D Weir.

68

Arr The Peacock.

Mod:

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^My Ma.ry,wh(n the twilight still Clos'd in the valley:,on thehill;Whrn

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^^—]—I—*— te^F^summer hre<'Z_es st!rr''d the bow'rs; When dew des.cend-ed on the flow''rs;When^tiE:^ =t ^^TT^ i

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cc-hoes, in the lone-ly dell, In gen_tle murmurs rose and fell, And

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IN N ^ 1^, h ^^ ?ii^=!s^

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thou didst so-li_ta-ry rove. Say, hast thou ev_er dream"'d of love?

51Not kinder is the beam that glowsAt noon-day on the opening rose,

Not purer to the raptured view

Appear the cool clear drops of dewThat on its lovol^' bosom rest.

Than are the thoughts within thy breast _Yes, Mary modest, guileless, fair —Love too must have a dwelling there.

Nought else can mortal being knowSo sweet on all this earth below,As is the holy joy to share

The blessing of a maiden's prayer.^The hope of farther bliss might cease,

And all the wishes r<'st in peace,

Were it allowed to claim a part,

My Mary, in thy young kind heart!

R.Hogg.

1*^F.DDF.D LOV^E.6.9

Air CaroLin's receipt.

Tenderly, We sought thegreen, the sha.dy..grove, When life was yoiint; and

^^''^ijr r rigr^rij rTP

And tho' our fortune is but low,

Tho^ we have yet but little store,

rH wield the spade, and ply the hoc.

And strive to make that little niorej

And when my daily toil is oVr,

With cheerful heart I'll homeward moveAnd smiling peace, and plentj, sure.

Will bless the home of wedded love.

AlexTLaing.

70o f:/f/vv;.My covj^t'rt.

Air_S«. Patrick's Day.

Cherrful,

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^^%u^ r r-J-np-t-r"^O F,_rin, my coun_try, for _ got for a while, Tho

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lf;>.r<- which ih^' rhil_Hrrn have shed oVr thy woes- For a

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liiclil s<^enis to break round the Eni_er_ aid isle. And n_ver thf

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light, And the- whirlwind is hushd,and (lie storms are a_wa\ ; No^ i ^m.

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more we de_spair, For hdpc- is there: And, oh. mv dear count r\,tl)o'

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dark _ n(-ss hang oVr thee. How fond— ly w gaze on th<-

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r^\'^ Ipro - mis _ inf>; 'ay* No more will the islos of ihr o _ cean d«_

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plorc thiCjFor the ".sun — burst" of frt'(-_doni will oomt- with tlu- day

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Th<!n, children of Erin, remember no more

The hearts that have wronpd you — forgive and forget^

For the dove with the branch is in search of your shore

Then bli-ss the hour when your isle it has met.

On the wings of love,

That peaceful dovo

Hath wearied its pinions far far o'er the wa\ej

Ere morning smile,.

'Twill reach your isle;

And, then, m\- dear country, no more will you hear

The sighs of your children, the j^ro;ins of the brave;

Your hopes will grow bright, and the bow will appear,

As the olive waves green o'er the patriot's grave.

D. Weir,

72o DO j\roT' -Thij^k.

In

Moclrrati-'

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Air Planxty Irwinf.

i± ^eO do not think,bpcausea while I revel with the careless crowfl,That

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pleasures power can eVr beguile The grief of which my soul is proud. And

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^deem not,wher,''nriidst court-ly joys, I min-gle with the light and vain, I

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find in ri_ots madd''nine noiso

^^A sol_ace for my bo-sonfs pain

5i=i^f

Yet those who seek mirths varied round. Thy mute resemblance oft I trace,

Fools who in foll\'s creed agree. Lest dull—eyed sorrow should forget

May deem my soul the jo\- has found, To mark some charm,some nameless grace.

The bliss it lost in losing thee. Which memory has not treasured yet,

Bat when Jjay pleasure''s votaries rest. Unmoved now meets my ardent gaze

And midnight wraps the world in shade. That eye whose glance has rapture given;

The sigh that rends this tortured breast We met not thus in youthful days;

Tells me thy image cannot fade. We meet no more unless in heaven.

Then,0 forgive me when I wearThe mark of mirth or pleasure's tone!

[ would not have the vulgar share

The woe which should be mine alone.

Think not I do thy memory wrongThat thus I seem from sorrow free.

The unmeaning smile I give the throng,

The silent tear is kept for thee!

75HOW Db.AF I'O .ME T"H F. HOUR.Air Tho twisting of the ropr.

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^iilft^r pn W cj:on the dew. When west ward far the tower—ing moun^tain^

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d*-"flings His sha_dow fringed with rain \>ows on the dew.

F=^^In ever\- flowering shrub then life is new.

That sweetly opes on heavc:n th»' gladsome eye;

So is life's morn but, ah! what can renew

The eve of life? we droop, hope, v earn, and die.

J? hies Hogtr.

74COJ^J^'^EL.

Slow.

« Air_Thc Girl I Kft bohind ni<^.

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No moro shall Connrl graco the hall, Froni bat_tlf won rf -

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turnini'! Lov'd niaidfns wrrp his rarl\- fall. And hoarv chiefs arc niournirt;

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No moro th''so choeks,like liljcs pale, Shall glow at rising dan-gcr; No

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nioro these lips with jo-ciind tiile Shall soothe the wea_r\' stran_frer!

^ ^^ mp^That meteor-sword of death no more

Shall light the path to glor\.

When vanqnish'd foemen fly the shore,

Or fall with wounds so gory-Beneath yon mountain's craggy steep.

Where waves the lonely willow.

On high the quiv'ring harp is hung.Swept by the tempest roaring-

The Bard a farewell dirge has sung,

And silent sits deploring.

Yet oft sad memory heaves a sigh,

The plaintive strain renewing,

Laid low in earth, brave Connel sleeps And oft the tears in friendship''s eye

On death's dark, dreamless pillow. Desccnd,his grave bedewing.Allan Bavne.

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•fHERE .'IRF .M O.M EJV'YS OF fi L / S S .

Air The Armagh night-cap.

^^13—==l==iz:S=t=g mZ.^-^^:-lr-j-There are moment sol liliss in this dark world of ours.That midst ail our

m^m

IS

^ "* T ^ i?r 13: .'^ ji ^ 131 * *rows in brightness will glow; Like the rain-bow of hope the\ o'er-

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T :?: ^ ^shadow those hours'. When the bosom runs oVr with its ful-n<!ss of wo«

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The un_kindness of friends may fall on the heart, LiUe the rush of the

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t—• c—whirlwind that ruf-fles the wave. The lovo-dreanis of youth from the

soul may de_part. And all that the\ spoke of mav sink in the grave.

mm^^=d

How oft in that moment when language would fail

To bring to the breast one emotion of joy,

A dream of the past like the sun in the vale.

Would beam on the tear-drop which hung in the eye!

Then_then would the bosom be hush''d as the sea

When the cloud and the sunshine recline on its blue;

And t<'ars like the raindrops in darkness would flee.

And vanish afar like the morn''s earl\' dew,D.Weir.

76 IHERF^S GOh^D /.V^ /HE fiRF..4S-l'.

Mod:

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Air_ The Rod Fox,

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Therc's fjfowd In the brfast of tlie primrose pale, And sil_]or in

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J J^E^= *=ff'vLry blos_soni; Th<r(''s ri(h — <s gal— ore in the breeze of th<

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ivale. And health in the wild—woods bo-soni. Then come, my love, at the

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^^ mhour of jo\, \^hen war_bling birds sing o'er us, Swci t n;i_Uire to

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us has no al_lov, And the world is all be fore us.

m p—• ^ &-ViT-

The courtier joys in bustle and power.

The soldier in war—steeds bounding;

The miser in hoards of treasured ore,

The proud in the pomp around them:But we have yon heaven sae bonn\- and blue.

And laverocks skimming out o'er us.

The breezes of health and the vallies of dew—O the world is all before us!

James Hogg.

If'HY' H'EEPS I'OJV HIGHLAJTD MAID^Air_The dear black Maid

77

Slow.

=1i yfet—•—•^

why woops J on Highland maid 0_vfr tho tar_tan plaid?

^ m^ 3 ill •*—•

Is it a pledge of care? Or arc tHo bloAd drops there? T*;!! mo, thou^^ ^1^. h ^ J^ M I n n I r I"* r^ ^ r^ r I

of humble seeming, Why the tears on her che'ek are gldaming?

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un_ pit — led therethat the joung and fair Should weep

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Stranger, that Highland plaid

Low in the dust is laid:

He who the relic wore

He is, alas! no more.

He and his loyal clan were trodden

Down, by slaves on dark CuUoden;Well o''er a lover^s pall—Well may the tear-drops fall!

Where now the clansmen true?

Where is the bonnet blue?

Where the claymore that brokeFearless thro' fire and smoke?

Not one gleam by glen or river,

It lies dropt from the hand for ever.

Stranger our fall deplore;

Scotia's name is no morelJames Hogg.

7S ADH:i\ YE CHEERFUL J^ATirE PLATES.Air Thfi Green woods of Treuf>h

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"^ 1 -tA_dieu, ye cheerful native plains^ Dungeon glooms receive^ ie

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e! Nought, a_las! for me remains. Of all the joys ye R^^*^ ro^-

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!

Banish'd from thy shores, sweet Er_in, I thro'^^ 1^^ 4rt

^IH J ilM.:J i^^lPlife must toil des pair_ ing. Lost and un_ known.

i^pgaHowl, y. windsj around my cell,

Nothing now can wound me,

Mingling with your dreary swell,

Prison-groans surround me,

Hodings wild

Treachery, thy ruthless doing,

Long 111 mourn in hopeless ruin,

Lost and exil'd

.

Tannahill.

YHE W0l7J^DEr> HUSSAR.Air Captain C Kain.

With

Feeling.

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A _loneto the banks of the dark-roll ing Danube Fair Adelaide hied when the

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79

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battle was oVr; O whither,shecriedl,hast thou wander'cl,my trun love,Orwhere dost thou^^^^^m m

N S N N^^##^N^^mwelter anj bleed on the shore? What voice wast 1 heardPHwas my Hon-rj. that cried! All

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i Id ,*^ I^N ^^ H!eS: N-«3X3 fe ^=i=;

mournful she hastend norwander'dshefar^^fhen bleed-ing a-lone on the heath she des_

^M tU-JJI"'cried,By the light of the inoon,her poor Wonnd-ed Hussar

P'^Lij'i[ pJ"^ #tf=£mit^

From his bosom that heav'd the last torrent was str«anning

And pale was his visage, deep mark'd with a scar.

And dim was the eye once expressively beaming,

That melted in love and that kindled in war.

How smit was poor Adelaide's heart at the sight.

How bitter she wept oVr the victim of war]

Have you come, my fond love, this last sorrowful night.

To cheer the lone heart of your Wounded Hussar?"

Thou shalt live',' she replied; heaven's mercy, relieving

Each anguishing wound, shall forbid nie to niournT'

Ah. no; the last pang in my bosom is heaving.

No light of the morn shall to Henry return!

Thou charmer of life, ever tender and true,

Ye babes of my mourning that wait me afar'^

His faltering tongue scarcely murmured adieu,

When he sunk in her arms, the poor Wounded Hussar.

Campbell..

80 WnV WIJs^l'F.E HOWF.R IS h\4 1E F. R

.

Air The Rose trfp.

t5i=K T|5^=t!s:

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Yon winter bov. or ii, iaircr Whfn moonshine is on the glado,Th«'Sp^^S=:?s

sH^ I^=!S^ ^ N Niz=<<-=—

«

t^M^ MFl^^glens to mo arc dear_or Tlian balni-\ siim-nicr's flowl.r\ sliade. As

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thro' the pines we wan_cier, Where rushes down the mountain stream, In

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^^J^^^ is:

all its na_tive gran_deiir, Re_flec—ted o''er b\ Cvn_thia"'s beam.

^I ranged the woodland border^

Where gay flowers in summer grow,

But all in wild disorder

Was wreath'd in the drifting snow. _Thouf;Ii not with flowers of Maj-, love,

But winter rose and holly—trfee,

With scarlet berries gay, love,

A garland will I twine for thee.

The Lvl<

0''FR T'HF OCF.AJS^ BOUJVDIJVG.Air_Maid of the ValU'v-.

Mod: with

Expression.OVr the o_cean bound i iig,Oth_er lands surrounding,l,ove, I will think of

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knrcl to hf'av_f'n, Bp. my sins for.giv-cn As my Iovp shall b<'. When my

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hopi'S arc ilcarfit AnH nn sou! si iir rrcst, Tlion I rf-monibcr tl

m ^m mPHt- ^1 hcf mv soul^s solf plcasurp;

ThcP its dfarist trcasiiro,

Life, hfalth, all to nip;

All of land or ocean,

All a world''s commotion.

Knits me the more to thee.

When new passions niovo nif.

When 1 cease to love thee,

Mav the heavens above me

Chasten my perfidy!

Even in woe and ciimb<r.

Even in death"'s last slumlier,

I will remenilier thee.Janu'S Hogg .

82V/s p^ij^FVL to I'Hljyff.

Air Ciajie Fane

Sk'Wisli.

fl l ji^l ^Jlj?

'Tis pain-ful to think that we can_not Tc — call The jo\"s of our

F=P? ^J i j J^|< Jj4^ |j 5

youth that aro sweet -est of all; 'Tis pain-ful to think of the

WV^^at we lovd, For once and for aye from our pr(_srnc<' rc-niov'c

I

t^

•s-%.m mX »%< >^*< %<<

VMien around the kind knee* of our parents we run,

As gay as the inserts, that dance in the sun,

We think not (hat death has the power to o'ershade

The light of the eje» in whose radiance we played.

When we fctole to the grcenjvood at evenings to meet

The maid that was lo-vely, and kindly, and sweet,

We drejtmt not misfortune would <Cime,to dispart

The heart that in uniion beat to otir heart,

'Tis painfol to think of the dajs that ha\e been,

The days of delight that no longer are seen5

'Tis painful fo thihk of the rank grass that waves

Oer tbe friends that we lovld, as they rest in their graves.

7 N.4rF. FF.LT all THE PLKASVRKS OF HOPE.Air Tlie Fox's sh'ep.

MiEMsd

^ See felt all the plea_sur<s of hope in nij \ou(h, VNliic

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riiavr doat_ed on vir _ tue, and

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doat—od on truth, And find thrsr are s

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phan-toms which fan_cy pre_scn_tod to view Like tho dews of fhr

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morn- ing are fled I grasped at oach jo\- while I

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Pi^ N IS ntm mM but a shade in' its stead.

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^bstrain'*d to pur_suo, And em-brac

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r=f^ i i^ ^ fVow no more, on the surge of aiuhitinn high tossed,

111 pillow my head on the wave;

Like the poor shattered shallop vsho^e rudder is lost.

The wreck of my hope I would save.

Now I feel, with the wise, what a fool I have been.

Not to know where true happiness liis—She lives in those hearts which, through li Pes tlieciuerrd

Can the visions of fortune dekpise.

Ebenezfr Fie

scene,

ken.

84 THE HARP 1 H.VI UW DARKJ^ESS,Air_ Paddy Whack.

InMotlrtimi-

VVithF'^lini

feH^^^i^J4to- \ II J

Thf harp that, in darkness and si_lonro for-sa.krn. Had

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slumber'd while a_gos roll'd slow_ly a_long, Once more in its own najivc-live

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land shall a_wa-ken. And pour from its chords all the raptures of song

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rchor_us shall war_ble sub-lime Shall rouse all the ar_dour of

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pa_tri_ot feel_ing. And snatch a bright wreath from the rrl_ics of time

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85

Sweet harp" on some tale of past sorrow while dwelling.

Still plaintive and sad breathes the murmuring sound;

The bright sparkling tear of fond sympathy swelling,

Shall freshen the shamrock that twines thee around.

Sweet harp!o''er thy tones though with fervent devotion

We mingle a patriot smile with a tear.

Sot fainter the smile, not less pure the emotion.

That waits on the cause which assembles us here.

Bihold where the child of affliction and sorrow,

Whose e\ !s never gazed on the sjil f iulo,i:r of light,

! taneht from thy trembling vibration to borrow

<"> niild Tzy of joy 'midst the horrors of night.

No n]Or<> shaH lie wander unknown and neglected,

From winter's l< i-l tempests a shelter to find;—

N'j nipre a sad o;itcasl, forlorn and dejectt^d.

Shall poverty add to the woes of the blind.

Oh, shades of our fathers', now awfully bending.

To witness those blessings we se«k to impart

Heboid how the glor^ of ('"rin is blending.

With feelings the sweetest that spi'mg from the heart.

Still, still these einolion«, tcgetlur uniting,

Let the harp ever sound o\r the Emerald Isle,

And in tones the soft tear of compassion c'xciting.

Shall teach by its magic the sightless to smile.

Written by Miss Balfour, and sent by her to the Irish Harp Society.

86 FAIR ABRA ."? F. y^F S .

Air Drnnis,dlori't be threat'ning

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S=SFair A-l)ra^s o\es, fair A-hra's eyes Oft fill mj breast withfond surprize_Sur_

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prize, and hope, and love, and pride. And ma_ny a glow_ing thoughtbesidr.^mThe light that lies in Aljra''s eyes,

No trick of vain allurement tries;

But sheds a soft and constant beam.Like moonlight on the tranquil stream.

Vet as the seas, from pole to pole.

Move at yon gentle orbs control,

So tumults in my boso.m rise

Beneath the charm of Abra's eyes .

For Abra's eyes I'd gladly shun

Till! flaunting glare of Fortunes sun,

And to the humble shade betake,

VShich they a brighter heav'n could make.

The wild-fire lights I once pursued

Should then no more my steps delude;

I'd fix my faith, and only prize

The stedfast light of Abra's eyes.

Fair Abra's eyes, fair Abra's eyes

Oft fill my breast with fond surprize,

Surprize, and hope, and love, and pride.

And many a glowing thought beside.

R. Chambers.

CVSH LAMAC HR FF.Air Patheen a Fuen.u\ r^

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Dear E _ rin, how sweet - 1\' thv green bo_soni ri _ses. An

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o_me_rald set in the riiij; of tho sea; Each blade of thy niead-ows my

m^^g^g

faith-ful heart pr!Z_es, Thou queen of the west, the worlds C.iish_la_nia_chrce.

Th\' sons they are brave, but, the battle once over.

In brotherly peace with their foes they agree;

And the roseate cheeks of thy daughters discover

The soul-speaking blush, that sajs,Cushlamachree,

Then flourish for ever, my dear native Erin,

While sadly I wander, an exile from thee!

And firm as thy mountains, no injury fearing.

May Heaven defend its own Cushlaniachree!

Curran .

GO HO.MEyGO HO.MF..Air_Tho Dandy, O.

LiviU.

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Go home, )^o lionic- to your rest, young man. The sk_) looks

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cold in the west, young man, For should we rove Through Mama's grove,

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fefe^EEEinoon—tide walk is the be

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?st, young man. (ro sleep, the her.\*ii.s look pal''.\tiung

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^y^ T—V y yman, And sighs are heard in the gale, young man; A walk in the night,By the

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dim moonlight, A maiden might (h.ince to be_wail, young man.

3m ^ ^mWhen all the world's awake, young man,

A proffer of love I may take, young man;

But the star of truth,

The guide of my youth.

Never pointed to midnight wake, young man.

Go sleep till rise of the sun, young man.

The sage''s eje to shun, young man,

For he's watching the flight.

Of demons to night.

And may happen to take thee for one, young man.Hogg.

89OH fHE FACE OF KRAV^E CAP'fAIJ^JVlEGAJ^.

Air__Capt Megan.

With great

Expression.'

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Oh the face of brave Cap-tain Me_gan Was as^N 1^ V K fc^ 1^^

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^broad as a big fry_ing_pan; Just ov_er his snout One

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onas snuff'd out, But the oth — er burnt bright op _

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ts ^s^

sweet Nan! Oh, it both-er'd the heart of poor Naif7\

mpI'm no beauty, si gh'd Captain Megan,

But 'tis manners alone niake the man,

And tho' my long nose

Should hang over my toes.

Would you like me the worse for it. Nan?Sweet Nan!

Would you like me the worse for it, Nan?

Nan leer'd upon Captain M<-gan;

Her skin was the colour of tan.

But the Captain she saw.

Had a je_ne_scai-quoi

:

So the Captain he conquer''d sweet Nan,

Sweet Nan!

Oh! long life to brave Captain Megan.Col man.

90 The dibgf. of carolaj^'.Air The fair maid of Wicklow,

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with Ff4>lin)

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Yo niaidi of j^rci-n E_rin, wh)' sigh yr so sadr" The sum.nior' is

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.smi)_ ii)^', "all na.turr is glad. Tho suni-mcr may smilo, and the

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shanirov k ma\ bloom, But tho prido of grnrn E_rin lirs cold in the tomb.

rr^^y^^^^rnj^Vf Bards i]f our isle, join our grief with your songs,

For tho dcopost rogrot to his mern'ry belongs

;

In our rabins ;ind fields, on our mountains and plains,

How ofl hiue «<• sung to his sweet molting strains!

Ah! those strains shall .survive, long as time they shall last.

Yet they now but remind us of joys that are past,

And our da^s, crown'd with pleasure, can never return.

For the soul of sweet music now sleeps in his urn.

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KIT'tT I'VEELL.

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Tannahill.

Air_ Kitty Tyrell.

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Tllo breeze of the night fans the dark nioun-tains breast, And the

Sof the night ains

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liL'llt-bqiinding deer have all sun.k to thilr rest; Tho big sul_len waves lash the^ -^^m -p—p-

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ilough's rock-y shore, And the lone drow_s\ fisli-cr-man nods o<t his oar

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Tlio' pafh-less the moor, and tlio' star- less th<- ski<s. The star of nn

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tiieart Ji niv Kit-tys bright eves: And ioy- ful 1 hi

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glen, brake, and fell. In se_cret to meet my sweet Kit-ty T3;\ _ riTl

m m*=t if^^-^ T"^

Ah! long we have lov'd in her father's desjiite.

And oft we have met at the dead hour of night,

When hard—hearted Vigilance, sunk in repose.

Gave love one sweet hour its fond tale to disclose;

These moments of transport, to me, oh! how dear!

And the fate that would part us, alas, how severe!

Altho^ the rude storm rise with merciless swell,

This night I shall meet my sweet Kitty Tyrell.

"O turn, hapless youth! see the dark rloud of death

Comes rolling in gloom oer the wild haunted heath;

Deep groans the scath'd oak on the glen's cliffy brow.

And the sound of the torrent is heavy with wocVAway, foolish seer, with thy fancies so wild.

Go tell thy weak dreams to some credulous child,

Lbve guides my light steps thro' the lone dr<'ar\- dell.

And I fly to the arms of sweet Kitty Tyrell.

Tanniihi

92//.r jrOT* Y^F.7', 7'HOIJ R^DI.4J^T' MOO.W*

Air_Planxty Kelly.

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ir Written amon^ the Islands of the Grecian Archipelago.

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_rv's loom for her I love, So soon bo rent in twain!

mkta\' Oh! stav—Nor let the web thv beams have wov<- In

feIS.

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mem^— ry's loom for her I love. So soon be rent in twain!

mThy silver orb recalls the hour,-

When, at her touch, soft music's powerThrough every sense transported stole

And o'er her song my captive soul

In silent wonder hung:For such th' enchantment of her strain.

That bliss itself thrilled high with pain;But, as I fled those maddening pleasures.

Soft she sighed, in Lydian measures,' Oh! stay_Oh! stay_

The hours that glide on rapid wingSuch dear delights too seldom bring;

Then fly not yet so soon!

"Fly not yet'!_what spell divine

Breathes oVr the cadence of that line.

When trembling on her angel tongue.In dulcet notes, like those which sung

Creation's dawning da\ !

E en here, amid the holier balmOf Grecian skies, in midnight calm.While mortal sounds are sunk in slumbers.Her sigh still breathes those melting numbers,

Oh! stay_Oh! stay_And thus, sweet moon, thy setting light

Prolongs the dream that hangs to-night

On that remembered laj .

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With

t o n d ( r

Exprossionj

// I HE }^'OHLD h'F.RE VJVKI^^D.Air On the mountains of Wicklow.

m^^=s^ p;:

If thf world wf^ro un-kind and its smilos prov'd untrup, Would'st

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V dcjirM a-ry,re,mrinber me then?Might this heart that is thine turn in

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sor.row to you, And breathe from th}" kindnrss a joy out of pain?

^S^^^^For the love that can smile when the morning is clear,

Yet will frown when a cloud o'er its brightness may stray,

Is as false as the hopes which at noon disappear,

When we Iook''d for their promise to shine on out way.

Bnt,oh. I have known thee,dear maid of my heart,

From the first of our loves till this moment the same—And found thee unchanged, even now as thou art.

Though the cloud of misfortune oVrshadows my name.D.Weir.

/ S^T' IJV T'HK r.4LE.Air The rocking of the Cradle.

Slowly

N N N* • « I isi=

T ^I sat in the vale,'neath the hawthorns so hoa_ry, An d th e

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Slpep on, said my soul, in the depth of thy slumbfr,

Slf-ep on, gentle bard, till the shades pass away;

For the lips of the living the ages shall numberThat steal oVr thy heart in its couch of decay.

Oh, thou wert beloVd, from the dawn of thy childhood;

BelovM, till the last of thy suffering was seen:

Belov'd, now that o''er thee is waving the wild—wood.And the worm only living where rapture has been.

Till the footsteps of time are their travel forsaking.

No form shall descend, and no dawning shall come.

To break the repose that thy ashes are taking.

And call them to life from their chamber of gloom.

Yet sleep, gentle bard! for though silent for ever

Thy harp in the hall of the chieftain is hung,

No time from the memorv of mankind shall se\er

The tales that it told, and the strains that it sung.

H. S. Riddell.

96 HAD I A CAVE.Air Ailcen Aroon,

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Falsest of womankind, canst thou declare

All thv fond plighted vows fleeting as air?

To thy new lover hie,

Laugh o\r thy perjury,

Then in thy bosom try

What peace is there.

Burns.

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J\/^0}r WIJSTT'KR IS GAJVE.

^ N fe< N N S N ^Air The fair_haired Child.

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Now winter is gane an' the clouds flee a_way; Yon bonny blue^ ^ ^fe^

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skies how de_light_fu' to see! Now lin_ties and blaCk-birds siiij^

Ye mind when the snaw lay san deep on the hill,

When cauld icy cranrcugh hung white on the tree.

When bushes were leafless, an' mournfully still

Were the wee birds o' sweet Wood houselee.When snaw-shbwVs were fa'ing.

An' wintry winds blawing.Loud whistling o'«'r mountain and meadow sae rhill,

• We mark'd it wi' sorrowing ec:

But now, since the flowersAgain busk the liowers,

O come, my dear lassie, wi' smiling guidwill,

An' wander around Woodhouselee!1\* Verse l>y J. Hamilton, 9'} hy Taiinaliill.

98 r-'iJF b.ER 1 .4.\f -THIJ^^E.

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Clicrfulr

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?If eer 1 ni thir(',tlio birds of the air, The beasts of the field, and

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fish of the sea, Shall in our love and hap-pi_ness share,With-in their

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e_le_nients fair and fr<'e,And re_joice be—causee 1 am thine, love.

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r M J^^We'll have no flowers, nor words of love.

Nor dreams of bliss that never can be;Our trust shall be in heaven above;

Our liope to a far futurity

Must arise when I am made thine, love.

And this shall raise our thoughts more highTiian visions of vanity here below;

For chequer\l thro' life our path must lie;

'Mid gleams of joy and shades of woeWe must travel when I am thine, love. James Hogg.

WHKJ^^ 7'HF. FAIR ST'AR OF F.rK,Air Noch bonin shin doe,

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When the fair star of eve is its beau_ty dis -play-iii^; , A

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fTTPTTHiFten hast told niP Could neVr be-come wra_r\- for maid_rn to hear!

mpwAnd thus when the fi'(;liny;s thy soul had pervad<^d

That all the rapt thrill of pure love can convey, ^As if hy the touch of that being who made it,

Driving earth and its cares from remehibrance away,

Oh! would not thy bosom fond longings discover

lliat wo in this green glen might ever remain.

Where thus thou could'st live in the bliss of a lover.

And taste not the woes of the rude world again.

The leaves by the blast from the oak ma\- be shaken,

B-re yet be decayed all their beauty of green.

The gem from its lair in the rock can be taken

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In which it hath lain throujj;h the time that hatli been;

But love, in the soul that the heart's fervent feeling

Has taught in the years of our youth-hood to grow.

Shall live —therein live when the spirit is stealing

Away from the relic that ceases to glow.

H.S.Riddell.

100 SHE h\4S MIJ^K,Air Kathleen's dirge.

Slow.

But she faded more fast than the blossoms could fade,

No haman attention could save.

And when the green leaves of the forest decay d.

Till- winds strew'd them over her grave.

Knox .

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lo\r, and pain; Wake from th\- sleep. Low in the dicp; O-vor thy

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sleep, Calm in the deep; 0_ver thy green wave sport a — gain!

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Is not the wave

Made for the slave,

Tyrants, chains, and stern contronl?

l.and for the free

Spirit like thee.

Thing of delight to a minstrels soul?

Come, with thy song of love and of sadness.

Beauty of face, and rapture of madness,

O come unto me,

Maid of the sea!

Rise from the wild and surging main;

Wake from thy sleep,

Calm in the deep;

Over thy green wave sport again!

James Hogg.

102 .MOLI.W .Mr DEAR.Air Miss Molly.

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Young Drrmot holds on with his sweet botheration,

And swears there is only one flowV in the nation;

"Thou rose of the Shannon, thou pink of creation,

Och, go to the north with me, Molly, my dear!"

"The sun courts thy smiles as he sinks in the ocean,

Tile moon to thy charms veils her face in devotion.

And I, my poor self, ochJ so rich is my notion,

Would pay down the world for sweet Molly, my dear."

ThcThady can match all the lads with his blarney,

And sings me love-songs of the Lakes of Killarney,

In worth from my Dermot he^s twenty mJ4es' journey;

My heart bids me tell him 111 neVr be his dear. _ , ...-^ lannanill.

1"^ FRIEJV^DLT S7'.4BS T'H^'f RVLE fHE J^IGHT.Air Gamba Ora .

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That deck fair Limerick County,

That wealth, dear Cathlien, should be thine,

And air should share our bounty.

But fortune's gifts I value not,

Nor grandeur's highest station,

I would not change my happy lot

For all the Irish nation.

Gamba Ora, &c

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K- iO! the light of this world is all fad_ing and dark. And

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black are the clouds that en_cir_cle the sky! O! the sun nev_er

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toss it on high, When the waves of the wild o_cean toss it on high.

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fee BO! the flowers of the mountain are fairer by far

Than the nurslings of art in the gaudy parterre;

But though lovely and sweet as' the bright twinkling star,

Unmark'd by proud man, they are flourishing there.

O! the flow of the broad sparkling river is gay,

With the ship floating over its bosom of pride,

But the streamlet, far brighter, neglected may stra}'.

Where the blue-bell and heather bloom fresh on its side.

O! who then would trust to the hopes of this world,

Since its honours to virtue, are neVr, alas, given;

Since the true flag of g1or\" is never unfurl d,

Save before the bright portals that open to heaven.

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tHK BOSOM THA'f BEAI S.

Air Garry Owen.

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The bosom that beats when a brother''s dislrest,The lip that can

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his_per sweet hope to his breast, Are all that I boast, as my

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Journey I hold ! hrough scenes that would make ev_en sj mpathy cold.

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Jj i^ i^^ acSrose of pleasure scents the morn, But, ah! be-ware the lurk— ing thornl

^ ^mOh! friendship will smile, and yet doom you to want;

And ignorant pride at humility taunt;

And falsehood in truth''s rosy mantle betray-,

And love lead your feet through the slippery way;

But wear, dear youth, the brow serene,

And boldly meet each troublous scene,

Pale vice to native glooms will fly,

Nor combat virtut^'s beaming eye.

106IHE MOO.y CALJdl.\^ SLKF.rs 0.\^ T'HE OCFA-.V.

Air The prett^ Girl milking th( (^ow.

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Adieu, my dear land! we must sever,

The breezes will waft me away;

In calm, or in tempest, oh never

Will love to my country decay.

Let me gaze while thy hills o'er the ocean

Lie soft on its watery blue;—Thou art gone, and my bosom"'s emotion

Has falter''d,"My Erin, adieu!"

D. Weir.