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King Canute

Hill & Co........... 232

My Mistress is as fair as fine

Novello & Co. 232

When the Wind blows in the sweet

Rose-tree

Ditto

233

Oh! who will o'er the Downs...

Ditto

234

Oh! by Rivers

D' Almaine & Co. 235

Lo! where with Flowery Head

Ditto

235

The Red-cross Knight

Ditto ............... 235

Sleep, gentle Lady

Ditto

237

April Showers

Addison and Co. 237

The Blue Bells of Scotland

D' Almaine & Co. 237

The Last Rose of Summer

Addison and Co. 238

In going to my lonely Bed

Novello & Co. 239

Who is Sylvia?

D'Almaine & Co, 239

Down in a Flow'ry Vale

Novello and Co. 240

The Heart that can feel for another D' Almaine & Co. 240

The Kiss, dear Maid

Ditto ............... 241

The Sun its bright Rays

Ditto

241

Just like Love....

B. Williams...... 242

Rest, Warrior, rest

Leoni Lee ....

243

As it fell upon a Day

D'Almaine & Co. 243

My Love is like the Red, Red Rose Ditto

244

To Mary in Heaven

Ditto

244

Wilt thou be

my

Dearie

Ditto

245

She walks in beauty

246

Soldier, awake

D'Almaine & Co. 246

Old Winter comes down

247

Allen-a-Dale

D' Almaine & Co. 248

The Sailor's Lullaby

Ditto

249

The Lover's Mistake

Willis & Co....... 250

Her smile I Shall never forget

250

The Fisherman's Song

251

Love's Wealth

252

When Adam delved

253

Tom Tackle

253

Love's Holiday

255

MASONIC SONGS,

The entered Apprentice

Spencer

256

Masonic Anthem

257

The Farewell

258

Three times three

Z. T. Purday 259

Believe me, if every strange Symbol

and Sign

259

The new entered Apprentice

260

The Junior Warden's Song

263

Oh ! banquet not

263

Installation Song

The Truths of Masonry

265

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TIE BOOK

OF

POPULAR SONGS.

LIFE IS LIKE A SUMMER MORNING. C. JEFFERYS.)

[Music by S, GLOVER. Life is like a summer morning,

When the skies are blue and bright;
While the rosy hours are fleeting,

Little reck we of their flight.
Loving hearts are beating near us,

Loving eyes behold our glee,
Hope and joy are on before us,

And their votaries are we.
We are merry, we are merry,

As the birds that skim the air;
Hope and joy are on before us,

Ånd there's sunshine ev'rywhere.
We have known no touch of sorrow

That a kind word could not quell;
We have never felt the anguish

Of a long and sad farewell.
Through the same green fields we wander,

In the same old house we bide,
With the same dear eyes to watch us,

With the old parental pride.

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We are happy, we are happy,

In the blessings that we share ;
Hope and joy are smiling on us,

And there's sunshine ev'rywhere.

SPRING BLOSSOMS. J. E. CARPENTER.]

[Music by S. GLOVER. Beautiful, beautiful blossoms of spring, Heralds of gladness, what rapture ye bring, Giving, as round us your incense ye cast, Hope for the future and faith in the past ; Types of our childhood, now passing away, Emblems of happiness though ye decay; Earth would no fruits own, around us to fling, But for the beautiful blossoms of spring !

Beautiful buds that in meekness appear,
First-born of all in the happy new year,
Wooing us back to the woods and the fields,
Whence the delight that your innocence yields ?
'Tis that we feel when the winter is o'er,
Summer will all that is lovely restore ;
Proving we still to the future may cling,
When fading away from the blossoms of spring!

SUMMER ROSES. J, E, CARPENTER.]

[Music by S. GLOVER, They are gath'ring summer roses,

But I only seek the shade,
For the sunshine is but fleeting,

And the flowers too soon must fade;
It is sweet to hear their voices

In the calm, clear summer air,
Though for me the time is over,

I might join their frolic there.

Yet I take the flowers they bring me,

For I would not have them see
That a wreath of summer roses

Could bring aught but joy to me.
They are gath'ring summer roses;
They are young, and

gay,

and fair,
And they think not of the season

That will leave the branches bare ;
That each hope they fondly cling to

Soon must fleet and fade away,
As the roses they are culling

Soon will wither and decay.
Yet when youth is round us smiling,

Who would bid it seek the shade,
Though the sunshine is but fleeting,

And the summer roses fade ?

AUTUMN FRUITS. J. E. CARPENTER.]

[Music by S. GLOVER, Come buy my fruit, ripe autumn fruit,

Why mourn the buds of spring,
While autumn's bounteous store supplies

Such fruits as these I bring ?
Here apples smile whose rosy cheeks

Your own put in the shade,
And blushing peaches seem to court

The lips for which they're made.
Ah! wherefore mourn the buds of spring,

For summer roses sigh,
When autumn trees yield spoils like these ?

My fruit, ripe fruit, come buy!
Come, buy my fruit, ripe autumn fruit:

I've melons rich and rare,
I've plums that seem of velvet made,

So soft the bloom they wear ;

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