But the billows were all so rolling drunk, And they foam'd and roar'd, "We scorn such a lord, He's a king only half-seas-over!" Then his majesty summon'd both Commons and Lords, "Let's be merry and wise," quoth he; "And to quell this commotion, let's drink up the ocean, And so be lords of the sea.' In the merry old times, In the merry old times, In the merry, merry, merry, old times. WHEN THE WIND BLOWS. [Music by W. HORSLEY.] When the wind blows in the sweet rose-tree, "Tis not for any one here, I trow. The gentle wind bloweth, The happy cow loweth, The merry stream floweth, For all below. Oh! the Spring, the bountiful Spring, She shineth and smileth on ev'ry thing. Where come the sheep? To the rich man's moor. That's a fate that none can cure. Yet Spring doeth all she can, I trow. She brings the bright hours, She weaves the sweet flowers, She dresseth her bowers For all below. Oh! the Spring, the bountiful Spring, She shineth and smileth on ev'ry thing. OH! WHO WILL O'ER THE DOWNS SO R. L. PEARSALL.] FREE* [Music by R. L. PEARSALL, O who will ride o'er the Downs so free, O who will with me ride, O who will up and follow me, To win a blooming bride ? Her father he has lock'd the door, I saw her bow'r at twilight grey, I promised her to come at night,- I promised her to come at night, * The words of this song are written in allusion to an event supposed to have taken place in the neighbourhood of Winterborne, in Gloucestershire. One Hickenstirn (or Hickers Stirn, as he is called by the common people), who lies buried in the church there, is said to have been a knight who lived by pillage. He fell in love with a neighbour's daughter, won her affections, was refused by her parents, but, with the assistance of his friends, carried her off from her father's house. Such events were not uncommon in the middle ages. SHAKSPEARE.] O, BY RIVERS. O, by rivers, by whose falls [Music by Dr. WILSON. Melodious birds sing madrigals, The shepherd swains shall dance and play, With a fa, la, la. Where silver sands and pebbles sing There shall you pass the welcome night With a fa, la, la. LO! WHERE WITH FLOWERY HEAD. [Music by T. MORLEY.] Lo! where with flow`ry head, and hair all brightsome, Unto the winds delightsome. Ah! for pity and anguish, THE RED-CROSS KNIGHT. Blow, warder, blow thy sounding horn, For the Christians have fought in the holy land Loud, loud the warder blew his horn, Let the mass be sung, and the bells be rung, SOLO. The warder look'd from his tower on high I see a bold knight, and by his red cross, SOLO. Then loud the warder blew his horn, "I see a bold knight, and on his shield bright He beareth a flaming cross." SOLO. Then down the lord of the castle came, BASS SOLO. "Oh! I am come from the Holy Land, And we have fought in the Holy Land, And have won the victory; For with valiant might Did the Christians fight, And made the proud Pagans fly." "Thou'rt welcome here, dear red-cross knight; Come, lay thy armour by, And for the good tidings thou dost bring We'll feast right merrily, merrily; For all in my castle shall rejoice That we've gain'd the victory; And the bells shall be rung, And the feast eat merrily." SLEEP, GENTLE LADY. J. R. PLANCHE.] [Music by Sir H. R. BISHOP. Sleep while we sing good night, good night. THE BLUE-BELLS OF SCOTLAND. "Oh! where, and oh! where is your Highland laddie gone ?" "He's gone to fight the Russ for our Queen upon the throne. And 'tis oh! in my heart, I wish him safe at home." "Oh! where, and oh! where did your Highland laddie dwell ?" "He dwelt in merry Scotland, at the sign of the Bluebell. And 'tis oh! in my heart, I love my laddie well." Suppose, and suppose your Highland lad should die ?" "The bagpipes shall play o'er him, I'd lay me down and cry. And 'tis oh! in my heart, I wish he may not die." APRIL SHOWERS. (FROM THE GERMAN.) H. W. LONGFELLOW.] [Music by J. L. HATTON, Patter, patter! Let it pour; |