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HAD I A HEART FOR FALSEHOOD

FRAMED. R. B. SHERIDAN.]

[Irish Air. Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd,

I ne'er could injure you ;
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 ineet,

And lovers in the young.

your heart,

For when they learn that you have bless'd

Another with
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,
Foi I'm happy when you're near n.e,

But I'm sad when you're a way;
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.]

[Music by J. W. HOBBS. Phyllis is my only joy,

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. H. 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 flowBeauty 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. CHARLES JEFFERYS.]

[Music by S. GLOVER. 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.]

[Old Air. There was a jolly miller once

Lived on the river Dee,
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.”

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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."

BELIEVE IT. J. E. CARPENTER.]

[Music by S. GLOVER. Oh ! ask not others if I love,

To no such wild chance leave it;
But ask thy heart the truth, and if

It answers “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.]

[Italian Air, O County Guy, the hour is nigh,

The sun has left the lea,
The orange-flower perfumes the bower,
The breeze is on the sea ;

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