BOLD Robin Hood was a forester good,
As ever drew bow in the merry green wood,
For the bugle's shrill ringing,
The echoes, the echoes, are singing.
The wild deer, the wild deer are springing from many a wood,
The summons we'll follow, we'll follow,
Through break and over hollow,
We'll follow the summons of Bold Robin Hood,
We'll follow the summons of Bold Robin Hood.
Here is a gay friar, as good as heart can desire,
Who absolves all your sins as the case may require;
Who with courage so stout, knocks his oak stick about,
And he puts to rout all the foes of his squire.
What eye hath e'er seen such a sweet maiden queen,
As Mary, the pride of the forester green,
The sweet garden flowers that blooms in the bower,
Where alone to this hour, the wild rose hath been.
We hail her in duty, the queen of all beauty,
We'll live and we'll die by our sweet maiden queen.
Bold Robin Hood, &c.
GOOD BYE, MY LOVE, GOOD BYE.
Good bye, my love, good bye,
My bark is in the bay;
And I must reach Isle Hydra,
Before the break of day!
But weep not though I go,
To the perils of the main ;
My blood red flag ere long,
Shall meet thy gaze again!
Hark! I hear the signal gun,
Day's bright orb its course has run,
Fare thee well, my lovely one:
List: again the signal gun,
One kiss, my love, good bye!
One kiss, my love, good bye.
Good bye, &c.
The breeze is blowing sweet, love,
The crew now wait for me;
Yonder like some wild bird,
My bark's white sails I see!
Then think not, love, of danger,
Dry up the timid tear;
Thou art the corsair's bride,
And should not harbour fear.
Hark! 'tis the signal gun, &c.
WHY, fair maid, in every feature
Are such signs of fear express'd?
Can a wand'ring wretched creature
With such terror fill thy breast?
Do my frenzied looks alarm thee?
Trust me, sweet, thy fears are vain ;
Not for kingdoms would I harm thee;
Shun not, then, poor Crazy Jane.
Dost thou weep to see my anguish?
Mark me, and avoid my woe:
When men flatter, sigh, and languish,
Think them false I found them so.
For I lov'd, ah! so sincerely
None could ever love again;
But the youth I lov'd so dearly
Stole the wits of Crazy Jane.
Fondly my young heart receiv'd him,
Which was doom'd to love but one.
He sigh'd-he vow'd--and I believ'd him,
He was false-and I undone.
From that hour has reason never
Held her empire o'
o'er my brain.
Henry fled with him for ever
Fled the wits of Crazy Jane.
Now forlorn and broken-hearted,
And with frenzied thoughts beset,
On that spot where last we parted,
On that spot where first we met.
Still I sing my love-lorn ditty,
Still I slowly pace the plain;
While each passer by, in pity,
Cries-God help thee, Crazy Jane!
THE LASS OF RICHMOND HILL
ON Richmond hill there lives a lass,
More bright than May-day morn,
Whose charms all other maids surpass,
A rose without a thorn.
This lass so neat, with smiles so sweet,
Has won my right good will;
I'd crowns resign, to call her mine,
Sweet lass of Richmond hill.
Ye zephyrs gay, that fan the air,
And wanton through the
grove, Go whisper to my charming fair, I die for her and love.
This lass so neat, &c.
How happy will that shepherd be,
Who calls this nymph his own:
O may her choice be fix'd on me,
Mine's fix'd on her alone.
This lass so neat, &c,
On the banks of Allan water,
When the sweet spring time did fall,
Was the Miller's lovely daughter,
Fairest of them all.
For his bride a soldier sought her,
And a winning tongue had he;
On the banks of Allan water,
None so gay as she.
On the banks of Allan Water,
When brown autumn spread its store,
There I saw the Miller's daughter,
But she smil'd no more.
For the summer grief had brought her
And her soldier false was he;
On the banks of Allan water,
None so sad as she.
On the banks of Allan water,
When the winter snow fell fast,
Still was seen the Miller's daughter;
Chilling blew the blast.
But the Miller's lovely daughter,
Both from cold and care was free;
On the banks of Allan water,
There a corse lay she.
LUBLY Rosa, Sambo come,
Don't you hear de banjo, tum, tum, tum ?
Lubly Rosa, Sambo come,
Don't you hear de banjo, tum, tum, tum ?
Oh, Rose, de coal black Rose ?
Dat you, Sambo? yes I cum,
Don't you hear de banjo, tum, tum, tum ?
Oh, Rose, de coal black Rose!
I wish I may be burnt if I don't lub Rose.
Tay a little, Sambo, I cum soon,
As I make a fire in de back room:
Tay a little, Sambo, I cum soon
As I make a fire in de back room :
Oh, Rose, de coal black Rose !
Make haste, Rosa, lubly dear,
I froze tiff as a poker, tandin here: Make haste, Rosa, lubly dear, almost froze waitin here.
Oh, Rose, I almost froze :
Come in, Sambo, don't tand dare shakin,
De fire is a burnin, and de hot cake a bakin;
Come in, Sambo, and top dat shakin,
De peas in de pot, and de hot cake a bakin;
Oh, Rose, bress dat Rose!
Sit down, Sambo, and warm your shin,
Oh, bress you, honey, for what make you grin ; Sit down, Sambo, and toast your shin,
Oh, bress you, honey, for what make you grin. Oh, Rose, bress dat Rose !
I laugh to tink if you was only mine, lubly Rose,
I'd gib you a plenty, and dat you well knows,
Ob possum fat and hominy, and sometimes rice,
Cow heel and sugar cane, an ebery ting nice;
Oh, Rose, bress dat Rose.
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