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To be ruled by a merciful Queen,
To be govern'd by justice and laws;
Then let us be merry and sing-
This, this is true liberty's cause.

C. JEFFERYS.]

Here's a health, &c.

VIVA, VICTORIA.

[Music by S. GLOVER.

Rouse, ye lovers of peace and order,

Of true freedom with honour united, Rally round the old banner of England,

And its glory shall never be blighted. We have bold hearts in Britain's dominions, Who dare all that freemen should dare; But the throne and the Queen is our watchword, And let traitors and foemen beware,

Viva, viva, Victoria!
Viva, viva, Victoria!

Health to the Queen! strength to the throne!
Viva, Victoria!

We'll have peace, but it must be with honour,
We have need of no new names in story;
But if war sound the tocsin, then Britain
Still has heroes enough for its glory!
Shame the brawlers who trade in sedition,
Misleaders who traffic in lies,

And beware, lest these self-seeking martyrs,
Would-be lions, prove wolves in disguise.

By the head or the hand, if he toileth,
May the honest man live by his labour!
But the drone that can work and will not,
Shall not rest on the strength of his neighbour;
To the throne as the safeguard of freedom,
By our birthright, allegiance we swear;
For the Queen, as the monarch of freedom,
To the King of all kings be our prayer.

THE HARDY NORSEMAN'S HOUSE OF

B. L. PRARSALL.]

YORE.

[Ancient Norse Melody.

The hardy Norseman's house of yore
Was by the foaming wave!

And there he gather'd bright renown,
The bravest of the brave.

Oh, ne'er should we forget our sires,
Wherever we may be;

They bravely won a gallant name,
And ruled the stormy sea.

Too narrow was their native land
For hearts so bold and free;
From bay and creek they sailed forth,
And conquer'd Normandy.
Then let their glory oft be sung,
In thrilling harmony;

And let it aye be borne in mind,
They ruled the stormy sea.

A thousand years are nearly past,
Since erst a Norman band

At Hastings fought, and won the crown
Of Saxon Engle-land.

The sceptre of the main they left
To their posterity,

Who, mindful of their ancient fame,
Have ruled the stormy sea.

The Norman and the Saxon foe
Are long since dead and gone;
Their language and their races both
Are blended into one:

And we, their children, still maintain
Their old supremacy;
Wherever vessel spreads a sail
We rule the stormy sea.

LONGFELLOW.]

BEWARE!

(FROM THE GERMAN.}

[Music by J. L. HATTON.

I know a maiden fair to see, Take care!
She can both false and friendly be, Beware!
Trust her not, she is fooling thee.

She has two eyes so soft and brown, Take care!
She gives a side-glance and looks down, Beware!
Trust her not, she is fooling thee!

And she has hair of golden hue, Take care!
And what she says it is not true, Beware!
Trust her not, she is fooling thee!

She gives thee a garland woven fair, Take care!
It is a foolscap for thee to wear, Beware!
Trust her not, she is fooling thee!

THE HAPPIEST LAND.

LONGFELLOW.]

(FROM THE GERMAN.)

[Music by J. L. HATTON

There sat one day in quiet,
By an alehouse on the Rhine,
Four hale and hearty fellows,
And drank the precious wine.

The landlord's daughter filled their cup
Around the rustic board;

Then sat they all so calm and still,

And spake not one rude word.

But when the maid departed,

A Suabian raised his hand,

And cried, all hot and flush'd with wine,
"Long live the Suabian land!
The greatest kingdom upon earth

Cannot with that compare;

With all the stout and hardy men,
And the nut-brown maidens there!"

"Ha!" cried a Saxon, laughing, And dash'd his beard with wine, "I'd rather live in Lapland,

Than that Suabian land of thine; The goodliest land on all this earth, It is the Saxon land;

There have I as many maidens

As fingers on my hand!"

"Hold your tongues, both Suabían and Saxon!" A bold Bohemian cries;

"If there's a heaven upon the earth,
In Bohemia it lies;

There the tailor blows his flute,
And the cobbler blows the horn,
And the miner blows the bugle,
Over mountain, gorge, and bourn."
And then the landlord's daughter
Up to heav'n raised her hand,
And said, "Ye may no more contend,
There lies the happiest land !"

PESTAL.

W. H. BELLAMY.]

Yes! it comes at last!

[Italian Air.

And, from a troubled dream awaking,

Death will soon be past!

And brighter worlds around me breaking.

Hark! methinks I hear sweet voices sing to me"Soon thou wilt be free, child of misery;

Rest, and endless joys in heaven are waiting thee; Spirit, spread thy wings and flee !"

Yes! the strife is o'er,

With all its pangs, with all its sorrow; Hope shall droop no more,

For endless day will dawn to-morrow.

Proud oppressor, vain thy utmost tyranny;
Come and thou shalt see I can smile at thee;
Mine will be the triumph-mine the victory-
Death but sets the captive free!

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Yes! it comes at last!

And, from a troubled dream awaking,
Death will soon be past,

And brighter worlds around me breaking.

I'LL KEEP THEE IN REMEMBRANCE.

J. E. CARPENTER.]

[Music by J. E. PERRING.

I'll keep thee in remembrance still,
I'll treasure every word you say;
Thy ev'ry look my soul shall fill,
Through many a future day:
There cannot come a time when I
May cease to fondly think of thee,
Nor be a place beneath the sky,
Where thou'lt forgotten be!

I'll keep thee in remembrance till
My life's last sigh has pass'd away;
For memory is undying still,
Though love itself decay.

I'll keep thee in remembrance, thou
Art still to me a guiding star;
But one that I must worship now
Alone-unseen-afar!

I do not ask thee still to view

This lone and wayward course of mine,-
Enough if I may still pursue

The path o'er which you shine!

I'll keep thee in remembrance till
My life's last sigh has pass'd away;

For memory is undying still,
Though love itself decay.

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