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The glass enjoy'd by reason's plan,
The sinking heart bears np; Heaven gave the grape for health, but man
Put poison in the cup; And who would love's chaste power escape,
Which half our bliss composes? Give then, give me ruby grape,
But mingle it with roses.
AWAY WITH MELANCHOLY.
Away with melancholy,
On life and human folly,
But merrily let us sing,
For what's the use of sighing,
Can we prevent it's flying?
Then merrily let us sing,
Come on ye rosy hours,
We'll strew the way with flowers,
When Arthur first in court began,
He entertained three serving men,
The first he was an Irishman,
The second he was a Scot; The third he was a Welshman,
And all were knaves I wot.
The Irishman he lov'd usquebaugh,
The Scot lov'd ale called bluecap, The Welshman he lov'd toasted cheese,
And made his mouth like a mouse-trap.
Usquebaugh burnt the Irisman's throat,
The Scot was drown'd in ale. The Welshman had like to have been chok'd by a mouse,
But he pull'd it out by the tail.
MEET ME IN THE WILLOW GLEN.
Meet me in the willow glen,
Where the silvery moon is beaming,
When all the world is dreaming.
Songs of love I'll sing thee then,
No prying eye shall come, love,
And the busy village hum, love,
Meet me, Ac.
To melodious mandolins,
While to thee my melody
No prying eye, &c BESSY, THE SAILOR'S BRIDE.
Poor Bessy was a sailor's bride,
And he was off to sea,
And who so sad as she?
Forget me not, forget me not,
And whatsoe'er poor Bessy's lot,
A twelvemonth scarce had past away,
As it was told to me,
Came home again from sea.
He bounded up the craggy path,
But his poor wife and lovely child,
"Forget me not, forget me not,"
He asked the neighbours one by one,
They pointed to the old church-yard,
With the pretty child he loved so well,
FAR OVER LAND.
Far over land, far over wave,
A pilgrim am I roaming O'er mountains high, where tempests rave,
And billows loudly foaming:
Where'er I stray, by night or day,
Or pacing earth, or braving sea,
For her who never prays for me.
My vows are doubly given,
And blend with those of heaven.
Where'er I stray, &c.
AWAY, AWAY, TO THE MOUNTAIN'S BROW.
Away, away, to the mountain's brow,
Where the trees are gently waving;
Where the stream is gently laving:
Like the rose when it ope's to the day;
Shakes the sparkling dew drops away.
Away, away, &c.
Away, away, to the rocky glen,
Where the deer are wildly bounding;
And the hills shall echo in gladness again
And beauty, my love, &c.
OH! NO, WE NEVER MENTION HER.
Oh! no, we never mention her, her name is never heard,
My lips are now forbid to speak, that once familiar word;
From sport to sport they hurry me, to banish my regret,
And when they win a smile from me, they think that I forget.
They bid me seek in change of scene the charms that
others see, But were I in a foreign land, they would find no
change in me. Tis true that I behold no more the valley where we
met, I do not see the hawthorn tree, but how can I forget,
For oh! there are so many things recall the past to
me, The breeze upon the sunny halls, the billows of the
sea; The rosy tint that decks the sky before the sun is set, Aye, every leaf I look upon forbids that I forget.
They tell me she is happy now, the gayest of the gay, They hint that she forgets me too, but I heed not
what they say; Perhaps like me she struggles with each feeling of
regret, But if she loves as I do love, she never can forget.
"OH! NO, WE NEVER MENTION HER!"
Oh! am I then remembered still,
Remembered too by thee!
Whom I no more shall see?
Fresh anguish to my lot.
Yet would not be forgot.
Had they who parted us but known
They would have spared us both a pang,