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In the depths of the desert, when lonely and drear
In the down-hill of life, when I find I'm declining
I cannot change as others do
I love, I love the night v.
If I had a thousand a-year, Gaffer Green
I had knock'd out the dust from my pipe, t'other night
Just like love is yonder rose
Life is like a summer morning
Life is not all a desert waste
Light of heart am I
Let sages rave with visage grave
Let Fame sound the trumpet
Laughing in the sunshine
List to the lay of the Gipsy band
My own fireside! Those simple words
Music hath a magic
My bright Savoy, my bright Savoy...
Merrily rolls the mill-stream on...
Meet me to-night in the path which lies
Never despair!- let the feeble in spirit
No fish stir in our evening net ....
Our fire on the turf, and our tent 'neath a tree
O'er the mountain, through the valley
One day when to Jove the black list was presented
Oh! say not the world is lonely...
o County Guy, the hour is nigh
Oh! why was I thus left compassionless, dreary
Oh, never heed, my mother dear!
Of all the girls that are so smart
0, leave the gay and festive scenes
Over the sunny hills I stray...
"O Marian the merry, who gave you that fairing
Old Tubal Cain was a man of might.
Oh! do you remember the old soldier's daughter
Oh! would you be happy, to others be kind
Oh! trifle not with woman's heart
Oh! it must be a fearful thing
One winter morn in careless mood
Oh! never despair, for our hopes oftentime
Oh! come and be my love
Oh! Time is sweet when roses meet...
Oh! she was good as she was fair
Oh! I am the child of the forest wild
Oh ! none can tell but those who've roved
On Linden, when the sun was low
Oh, ye tears! oh, ye tears !...
Phyllis is my only joy
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky
Rock'd in the cradle of the deep
Should he upbraid ...

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beneath yon cloud so dark

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See yon happy, rosy boy

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Seek not to know the future

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Speak! O speak to her in kindness

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She's all my fancy painted her

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Somewhat back from the village street

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She's sportive as the zephyr

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Stars of the summer night

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Sing!--sing!--sing!

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Some poets praise the violet's hue

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Sleep, gentle sleep! around my pillow

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Smile on, young bride, smile on, smile on

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See the course throng'd with gazers...

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She walks in beauty like the night

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Solemnly, mournfully, dealing its dole

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The merry bells of England, how I love to hear them sound 148
The last faint ray hath left the flower

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The roses long have passed their prime
T'he rain-rain-rain

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The melodies of many lands

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The blossom's on the blackthorn

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The bud is on the bough again

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The rose upon my balcony

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The ice-the ice has a realm of his own

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The blind boy's been at play, mother...

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The heart has many a dwelling-place...

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The morning sun shone bright above

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The sapling oak lost in the dell

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The shades of night were falling fast...

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The peace of the valley is fled

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The past has many memories

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The old house by the lindens

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'he mountain maid from her bower has bied...

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The mist is on the mountain

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The river flows through pleasant vales
The summer is come! the summer is come!...

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They are gath'ring summer roses

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They say I'm old; because I'm grey,

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Tell me, my heart, why morning prime

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To the west ! to the west! to the land of the free...

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Tell me not in mournful numbers

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“ They tell me, dear father, each gem in the sky''

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""Tis easy to forget the past”

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They may talk as they please of their far-spreading waters 213
'Tis the last rose of summer

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There is a reaper whose name is Death

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There was a brave old mariner

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'Tis a libel on woman to say through the casement

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Up in the morning, over the mountain

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Under the walnut-tree dance with me

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Under the snow, under the snow
Under a spreading chestnut-tree
When lovely woman stoops to folly
What a happy life was mine
Why chime the bells so merrily?
" What shall I bring thee, maiden, sey poin
When at the social board you sit
We watched her breathing through the night
Witlaf, a king of the Saxons
" What will tomorrow bring ?"***
We mark it in the fleecy clouds...
Why, fair maid, in every feature
Woodman, spare that tree
When Adam delved and Eve span
You must wake and call me early
Yes! it comes at last! ...
You speak of sunny skies to me...
You all knew Tom Moody, the whipper-in, weli
Yes, 'tis a spell hath o'er me cast
You'll always find a welcome here

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MASONIC SONGS.
Adieu ! a heart-warm, fond adieu
Believe me,

if every strange symbol and sign
Come, let us prepare
Come, let us be gay, and join in the lay
God save our gracious Queen
Oh! banquet not in this festive scene
Our lodge it is squared
Oh! three times three is a mystery
The junior warden calls
When first I hail'd the sacred craft

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LONDON: SATILL AND EDWARDS, PRINTERS,

CUANDOS STREET.