In virtues great and strong, Oh! whilst the nation hails, On Brunswick's royal line, AWAY, AWAY, TO THE MOUNTAIN'S BROW. AWAY, away, to the mountain's brow, Where the trees are gently waving; Away, away, to the mountain's brow, Where the stream is gently laving; And beauty, my love, on thy cheek shall dwell, Like the rose as it opes to the day; While the zephyr that breathes through the flow'ry dell Shakes the sparkling dew-drops away. Away, away, to the mountain's brow, Where the trees are gently waving Away, away, &c. Away, away, to the rocky glen, Where the deer are wildly bounding; And the hills shall echo in gladness again, To the hunter's bugle sounding; While beauty, my love, on thy cheek shall dwell, Like the rose as it opes to the day; While the zephyr that breathes through the flow'ry dell Shakes the sparkling dew-drops away. Away, away, &c. OH, I SHOULD LIKE TO MARRY OH, I should like to marry, Oh, I should like him dashing! Oh, I should like him gay! The leader of the fashion, And dandy of the day! Oh, I should like, &c. Oh, I should like his hair, ww Would envy being mine! His cab, too, he must drive, All things just his own way; I'm sure he'll never grumble, Oh, I should like, &o THE OAK AND THE IVY. In the depth of the forest an old oak grew, The pride of the greenwood there, O'er its branches the ivy her mantle threw, When the forest boughs were bare; And her shining leaves so green In the midst of a winter scene. stand The pride and the boast of our native land! Oh, the oak of the forest told me true, And I echo the tale in song, That the ivy its branches made fair to view, While the oak made the ivy strong. 'Twas a union good, In the old deep wood Had each for itself grown there, The plant alone Had no beauty shown, www And the boughs of the tree been bare! Then long may the oak and the ivy stand The pride and the boast of our native land! May we copy the oak and the ivy green, And, like Britons, go hand in hand; As firm as the oaks, may our sons be séen, In the cause of their native land. Like the ivy, share The arms of the parent tree: In our strength and might, |