A curious tale I'm going to unfold About a soldier stout and bold, Whose wife 'tis said was an arrant scold. At Waterloo he lost an arm, Ri too ral, &c. Which gave him pain and great alarm, Ri too ral, &c The story goes, on every night, To have an arm, cost what it might. Ri too ral, &c. He went at once, strange it may seem, The limb was finished, and fixed unto Ri too ral, &c. He started home, and knock'd at the door, Ri too ral, &c. With policemen soon the place was fill'd, They took him at once before the Mayor, This rais'd in court a bit of clamour, He was locked in a cell, from doing harm, With eagerness he stepped over each chair, He left his house, at length outright, For he can't get sleep either by day or night, CHILD OF EARTH WITH THE GOLDEN CHILD of earth with the golden hair, To dwell with creatures of mortal mould, Child of earth with the golden hair. Thou shalt dance with the fairy queen, Through summer nights, on the moonlit green, To music murmuring sweeter far, Than ever was heard 'neath the morning star! I'll rob of its sweet the humble bee, Roam, roam, &c. Dim sleep shall woo thee, my darling boy, Roam, roam, &c. THERE'S A LIGHT IN HER LAUGHING EYE. THERE'S a light in her laughing eye, A sparkling beam from the mind within ; As the lightning's flash in the sky, Tis a gleam from the world that knows no sin. There's a charm in her gracious smile, A charm that drives each doubt away: As the dawn to some favor'd isle, Is the dawn of hope to some glorious day. There's a light, &c. O, there's a charm in her gentle sigh, 'Tis a whisper we catch from the blest above. SOME LOVE TO ROAM. SOME love to roam o'er the dark sea foam, When morning beams in the mountain streams, To follow the stag o'er the slippery crag, And to chase the bounding roe. Ye ho, ye ho, &c. The deer we mark, in the forest dark, And the prowling wolf we track ; And our right good cheer i' the wild wood here, To the darksome glade in the forest shade, Ye ho, ye ho, &c. ISABEL. WAKE! dearest wake! and again united, And where our first vows of love were plighted, There oft I have gaz'd on thy smiles delighted, And there I'll part from thee. Isabel! Isabel! Isabel! One look, tho' that look be in sorrow, Fare thee well! fare thee well! fare thee well! Dark is my doom, and from thee I sever, "Twere cruel to link thy fate for ever, With sorrow like my own. Go smile on livelier friends, and never Lament me when I'm gone. Isabel, &c. And when at length in these lovely bow'rs, Some happier youth you see; And you cull for him Spring's sweetest flow'rs, When you laugh with him at these vanish'd hours, Oh! tell him to love like me. Isabel, &c. THE DEW IS ON THE GRASS. SOFTLY, Softly will I pass, As I steal out, love, to thee, In the bosom of the deep. When the dew is on the grass, And the moonlight on the tree, Softly, softly will I pass, As I steal out to thee. Gently, gently will I glide, To our quiet trysting tree, When the dew, &c. |