The ev'ning come, he sought not home, Grown wild with dread, now seeks him dead, That bids farewell, To dulce, dulce Domum. THE RED RED ROSE my love's like a red red rose, That's sweetly play'd in tune. And I will love thee still my dear, 'Till a' the sea gang dry, my dear, THE ROSE. A DUET. Air-Rousseau's Dream." THE Rose's age is but a day; It blows at morn, and fades at night. LET FAME SOUND THE TRUMPET. LET fame sound the Trumpet and cry to the war, Let glory re-echo the strain, The full tide of honour may flow from the scar, And Heroes may smile on their pain, "The treasures of Autumn let Bacchus display, Let India unfold her rich gems to the view, Oh! give me the Friend that I know to be true, What's glory but pride? a vain bubble is fame, And riot, the pleasure of wine; 'What's riches but trouble? and titles a name, But Friendship and Love are divine. I GO WHERE THE ASPENS QUIVER. 1 go I go, &c. I go where the breezes murmur, The sweet soft tones you lov'd to hear, Have lost their sweetness now; Is the whisper-"Where art thou?" But, love, thou art gone for ever, And the weary are at rest; To weep for thee, when the willows weep, I go, &c. LISTEN! LADIES, LISTEN! Mac Crone. WHILE your eyes with pity's tear, Chide not now your Minstrel Boy, Let him sing of love and joy, Then while your eyes, &c., Trust, oh! trust me, ladies fair, I'd not change your smiles for thrones, Then while your eyes, &c. THE KING AND THE JACKETS OF BLUE. Jerrold. SOME nations may boast of their walls Like the gallant, &c. Our sailors are lords of the sea, Though they roll in the old world or new! None bolder, none stronger, none nobler can be Then the jolly stout jackets of blue, Then the jolly, &c. Each flag that flies over the main,' No matter whate'er be its hue, Must strike, as it has struck, again and again, To the gallant stout jackets of blue, To the gallant, &c. The jacket to Neptune is dear, So he spoke thus to each of his crew, "All honour, and glory, and worth shall appear, With my own jolly jackets of blue." With my own jolly, &c. The King in his majesty great, Remains to his own colour true, And 'midst all his robes and his ermines of state, Remembers his jacket of blue. Remembers his, &c. Then loud let each brave sailor sing, Here's a health and long life to our blue jacket King, To our King, &c. WHY COMES HE NOT. Baily. WHY comes he not? Why comes he not? Oh sister can you say, My boy and I have watch'd the path Together all the day. I'm jealous of the eager child, I fain would be alone, That his first coming may be seen, He comes-'Tis he! I hear his steed; You think I am deceiv'd? But hark! I might already have beheld The form of him I love. He darts like lightning from the trees, He waves his hand aloft, Again I hear those words of love, That I have heard so oft. I envy not the Dame whose Lord She never knew the boundless joy THE MULETEERS RETURN. 'Tis night, where strays my muleteer? When he is from his mountain home; Oh! speed, ye mules, the queen of night, They come! they come ! their tramp I hear, And soon they'll bear my muleteers THE MARGATE HOY IN QUARANTINE. Air" Garry Owen." ONE Mr John Wilkin, one very fine day, "There's board and lodging in the ship, On Board of the Hoy, to Margate." Like a dutiful wife, she complied with his wishes, |