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Fresh broach'd is my cask of old ale,
Well timed now the frost lias set in
We'll make him at home to a pin ;
But cannot extinguish true love.
If you can but keep scandal away;
And what the great orators say ;.
And hail down our chimney rebound,
While the bellows blows bass to the sound.
But, out of the trifle that's given,
I'll distribute the bounty of heaven;
But, if I add nought to my store,
I've a mine that will never grow poor.
ALLEN-A-DALE. Sir W. Scott.]
[Music by MAZZINGII. Allen-a-Dale has no faggot for burning, Allen-a-Dale has no furrow for turning, Allen-a-Dale has no fleece for the spinning, Yet A llen-a-Dale has red gold for the winning. Come, read me my riddle! come, hearken my tale, And tell me the craft of bold Allen-a-Dale. The Baron of Ravensworth prances in pride, And he views his domains upon Arkindale side
The mere for his net, and the land for his game,
THE SAILOR'S LULLABY.
Seamen fear no danger nigh,
Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby,
Soothes them with their lullaby.
Still no danger they descry;
THE LOVER'S MISTAKE.
[T. H. BAYLY.]
Who, sleeping,—“Love never should sleep!"
Her monkey, in muslins array’d;
'Twas the form of his beautiful maid.
Whose nods gave new life to his hopes ;
As he threw up the ladder of ropes ;
The happy delusion was o'er!
But man never wooed monkey before.
Her father fear'd danger no more;
Soon made her escape at the door !
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HER SMILE I SHALL NEVER FORGET. JESSE HAMMOND.]
[Air, " Jessie of Dumblane." Farewell, my dear Mary, the beam of thy beauty
No longer shall brighten the path I pursue, For loud on the blast rolls the mandate of duty,
And glory bid pleasure and Mary adieu;
But though, lovely maid, it seems madness to lose
thee, Yet absence shall soften the sigh of regret, For memory pledges, when fondly it wooes thee,
Thy smile, thy sweet smile, I shall never forget. Farewell, my first love, but the tear that's now falling
Preserve as a relic, a relic from me,
That heart-drop of sorrow thy lover shall be ;
thee, Let memory soften the sigh of regret, For the tear shall declare must ever adore thee,
And thy smile, thy sweet smile, I shall never forget. Farewell, then, for ever, the night-star that listens,
My vows may record in the temples above, And the last parting tear, in the moonbeam that
glistens, Shall stamp as a seal, the sweet bond of my love; For I swear, till the night of the tomb overtake me,
And the sun of my life shall for ever be set, My fondness for Mary shall never forsake me,
And her smile, her sweet smile, I shall never forget
THE FISHERMAN'S SONG.
And the sullen roar of the angry sea,
[ALARIC A. WATTS.] Well, what if Fortune frown, love,
Heed not her fickle ray,
That cannot thus decay!
What are gold and gems to me,
A prize-a prize like thee!
Is a heart, a form like thine ;
May soon, may soon be mine!
All brilliants else eclipse,
Save the rubies of thy lips.
Lest Hope fall sick the while;
Nor wait for Fortune's smile.
Our hearts and hopes are gay;
We'll tie the knot to-day.