HAD I A HEART FOR FALSEHOOD

R. B. SHERIDAN.]

FRAMED.

Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd,

I ne'er could injure you;

[Irish Air.

For though your tongue no promise claim'd,
Your charms would make me true.

To you no soul shall bear deceit,

No stranger offer wrong;

But friends in all the aged you'll meet,
And lovers in the young.

For when they learn that you have bless'd
Another with your heart,
They'll bid aspiring passion rest,

And act a brother's part;
Then, lady, dread not here deceit,
Nor fear to suffer wrong;
For friends in all the aged you'll meet,

And lovers in the young.

I HAVE WAITED FOR THY COMING.

J. E. CARPENTER.]

[Music by W. V. WALLACE.

I have waited for thy coming
As the flow'ret for the dew,
As the swallow for the spring-time,
Or the lark for morn's bright blue;

I have waited in the starlight

On the spot where oft we met;
I have linger'd in the noon-tide,
But I'm lonely, lonely yet.
By the streamlet and the fountain—
In the valley, on the hill,-

I have waited for thy coming,—
Thou hast left me lonely still.

I have waited for thy coming
Night by night, and day by day,
Fox I'm happy when you're near me,
But I'm sad when you're away;
In my dreams alone I view thee,
But they only bring me pain,
For too soon the spell is broken,
And I wake to watch again.
By the streamlet and the fountain,
In the valley, on the hill,
I have waited for thy coming,-
Do not leave me lonely still.

PHYLLIS IS MY ONLY JOY.

Sir C. SEDLEY.]

Phyllis is my only joy,

[Music by J. W. HOBBS.

Faithless as the wind or seas;
Sometimes coming, sometimes coy,-
Yet she never fails to please.
If with a frown

I am cast down,
Phyllis, smiling
And beguiling,

Makes me happier than before.

Though, alas! too late I find
Nothing can her fancy fix;
Yet the moment she is kind
I forgive her all her tricks;
Which though I see
I can't get free;
She deceiving,
I believing,

What need lovers wish for more?

UNDER THE SNOW.

J. E. CARPENTER.]

[Music by W. II. WEISS.

Under the snow, under the snow,

Primroses, lilies, and violets grow!

What though the winter be gloomy and drear,
Soon there'll be sunshine, and then they'll appear.
Thus may the heart, that seems perish'd and cold,
In its deep centre affection enfold:

Pearls may lie hid 'neath the cold water's flow-
Beauty and truth may lie-under the snow!
Under the snow, under the snow,

Dwelling in darkness, the spring flowers grow-
Waiting the time when the sunshine appears,
E'en as the cold heart is melted by tears!
So the dark winter of sorrow and care
Fits us the better the summer to bear:

Judge yet not, then, by the cold outward showHearts may beat warm though hid-under the snow!

THE BLOSSOM'S ON THE BLACKTHORN. [Music by S. Glover.

CHARLES JEFFERYS.]

The blossom's on the blackthorn,
The woods are full of song,
The winds steal o'er the flowers,
And bear their sweets along:
Like stars the bright-eyed daisies
Upon the meadows glow,

Then up! and through the greenwood
A-maying let us go.

But hark! what thrilling music

Is that which sounds on high?

It is the gay lark soaring

With song up to the sky:

Again! it is the robin,

Perch'd on the bending bough;

Then up! and through the greenwood

A-maying let us go.

The bees are gaily humming

While in the sun's warm glance;
Cheer'd by the south wind's whisper,
The green leaves gaily dance :-
All Nature seems so happy,

Above, around, below,

Then up! and through the greenwood
A-maying let us go.

THERE WAS A JOLLY MILLER.

J. BICKERSTAFF.]

There was a jolly miller once

Lived on the river Dee,

[Old Air.

He danced and sang from morn till night,

No lark so blithe as he;

And this the burden of his song

For ever used to be,

"I care for nobody, no not I,
If nobody cares for me."

I live by my mill, God bless her!
She's kindred, child, and wife:
I would not change my station
For any other in life:

No lawyer, surgeon, or doctor,
E'er had a groat from me,
"I care for nobody, no not I,
If nobody cares for me.'

When spring begins his merry career,
Oh! how his heart grows gay;
No summer's drought alarms his fears,
Nor winter's cold decay;

No foresight mars the miller's joy,
Who's wont to sing and say,
"Let others toil from year to year,
I live from day to day."

Thus, like the miller, bold and free,
Let us rejoice and sing,

The days of youth are made for glee,
And time is on the wing;

This song shall pass from me to thee,
Along the jovial ring,

With heart and voice, let all agree
To say "Long live the king."

J. E. CARPENTER.]

BELIEVE IT.

Oh! ask not others if I love,

[Music by S. GLover.

To no such wild chance leave it;
But ask thy heart the truth, and if
It answers 66 Yes," believe it.

Why should you doubt you have the power
To charm my soul or grieve it?
Read but my looks, hear but my sighs,
And they will say-believe it.

The sunshine woos the budding flower
That opens to receive it;

The heart would perish felt it not
Love's genial warmth-believe it.

E'en so my fond heart turns to thine
To succour or bereave it;
Then judge it only by thine own,
And that will say-believe it.

COUNTY GUY.

Sir WALTER SCOTT.]

O County Guy, the hour is nigh,

The sun has left the lea,

[Italian Air.

The orange-flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea;