While the stream shall flow, And my garners are bravely stored: There's a welcome still At the joyful miller's board. Well may the miller's heart be light, For the rich man's smile and the poor man's pray'r And they bless the name Of the miller's dame In cots where the lowly mourn; At her coming go, And joy and peace return. Fair is the miller's daughter too, She hath lighten'd toil He hath loved so long, And the miller's heart was glad. Merrily rolls the mill-stream on, &c. MOLLY CAREW. [SAMUEL LOVER.] Och hone! and what will I do? Sure my love is all crost Like a bud in the frost; And there's no use at all in my going to bed, For 'tis dhrames and not sleep that comes into my head, And 'tis all about you, My sweet Molly Carew And indeed 'tis a sin and a shame! The snow can't compare With your forehead so fair, And I rather would see just one blink of your eye You're more distant by far than that same! I'm alone in this world without you. Och hone! but why should I spake When your nose it defies Paddy Blake, the schoolmaster, to put it in rhyme, Though there's one Burke, he says, that would call it snub-lime; And then, for your cheek! Troth, 'twould take him a week They a pattern might be For the cherries to grow. 'Twas an apple that tempted our mother, we know, Such cherries might tempt a man's father! I'm alone in this world without you. Och hone! by the man in the moon, You taze me all ways That a woman can plaze, A For you dance twice as high with that thief, Pat As when Magee, you take share of a jig, dear, with me, For fear the old chate Wouldn't play you your favourite tune; While you wear, on purpose, a bonnet so deep Och hone! like an owl, Day is night, dear, to me, without you! Och hone! don't provoke me to do it; That loves me-and more, And you'd look very quare if some morning you'd meet And her cow, I go bail, Would jump if I'd say Katty Naile, name the day." And though you're fair and fresh as a morning in May, Is over, I'll marry for spite! And when I die for you, My ghost will haunt you every night! THE CHILD AND THE BUTTERFLY. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by J. W. CHERRY. An old man saw a little child A butterfly pursuing, That flutter'd gaily in the sun, 'Twas vain-the merry boy went on The laughing boy to manhood grew, And, ere we've snatch'd the wish'd-for prize, Old age comes creeping o'er us. Ah! chide not then each idle sport WHAT WILL TO-MORROW BRING. W. E. STAITE.] [Music by J. W. HOBBS What will to-morrow bring? Strife or repose? Pleasure or sorrowing? Nobody knows! Fortune is fickle, May smile or may frown, Time with his sickle What will to-morrow bring? Oh! nobody knows! Time but unrolls; There! where no mysteries Though earth be "no more" for us The bliss then in store for us SMILE ON, YOUNG BRIDE. R. W. ROWLEY.] [Music by C. W. GLOVER, Smile on, young bride, smile on, smile on, Heed not their fading now; Let brighter hopes and sweeter thoughts Thy life has been a dream of love, Oh! dream on, dream on still. Earth is to thee all gladness now, Has swept across youth's sunny sky, But all is bright and fair; And though perchance a change may come When these sweet dreams have flown, Heed not the thought, be happy now, Smile on, young bride, smile on! |