BYEGONES. FOR MUSIC. "LET byegones be byegones,"-they foolishly say, And bid me be wise and forget them; But old recollections are active to-day, And I can do nought but regret them : I love to look back on the years past away, If the morning of life has a mantle of grey If March has its storm, there is sunshine in May, Thus the present is pleasant, a cheerful to-day, Because it is tinged with the mellowing ray RULE, BRITANNIA! A STIRRING SONG FOR PATRIOTS, IN THE YEAR 1860. To the tune of " Wha wouldna fight for Charlie?" On RISE! ye gallant youth of Britain, For we love our country still,- Raise that thrilling shout once more, Rule, Britannia? Rule, Britannia, Conqueror over sea and shore! France is coming, full of bluster, And if foemen, blind with fury, Claims our chorus as before, They may writhe, for we have galled them Thunders with a lion's roar, Rule, Britannia! Rule, Britannia See, uprear'd our holy standard! Crowd around it, gallant hearts! What? should Britain's fame be slander'd As by fault on our parts? Let the rabid Frenchman threaten, Let the mad invader come, We will hunt them out of Britain, Or can die for hearth and home! For Britannia, dear Britannia Rise then, patriots! name endearing, Flock from Scotland's moors and dales, From the green glad fields of Erin, From the mountain homes of Wales,RISE! for sister England calls you, RISE! our commonweal to serve, RISE! while now the song enthralls you, Thrilling every vein and nerve, Hail, Britannia! hail, Britannia! Conquer, as thou didst of yore! Rule, Britannia! Rule, Britannia! THE EMIGRANT SHIP. FOR MUSIC. FAR away, far away, Bearing the exiles far away. Sad and sore, sad and sore, Many a fond heart bleeds at the core, Cruel dread,-to meet no more, Bitter sorrow, sad, and sore. Many years, many years At best will they battle with perils and fears : Cruel pilot, for he steers The exiles away for many years. |