The charms of this fair one a villager caught A noble and rich one was he,Great offers he made, but by Nancy was taught That a poor girl right honest might be. She still gather'd wild flowers, sweet lilies and roses, And cried through the village, 'Come, buy my nice posies.' The father of Nancy a forester was, And a poor little stroller was she; But her lover so noble soon married the lass ;She, as happy as maiden could be, No more gather'd wild flowers, or lilies and roses, Nor cried through the village, 'Come, buy my nice posies.' Larghetto. AH! SURE A PAIR WAS NEVER SEEN. From the Duenna.' Ah! sure a pair was never seen So just ly form'd to meet by na-ture! The youth ex - celling so in mien, The maid in ev' - ry grace-ful fea-ture! O how happy are such lovers, When kin-dred beau-ties each dis- co-vers! For THE TROTH I HAVE PLIGHTED I NEVER WILL BREAK. The Words by Neale, Esq.; the Air from an Italian Waltz, adapted by George Ware. Moderato. weak, The troth I have plight-ed There's a magic in soothing the wearisome hour; I have lov'd thee in sickness-I'll love thee in I ne · ver will break. Thy comfort in sorrow, thy stay when most weak- WHEN THE DOVE LEFT THE ARK. The Poetry by Miss Mary Leman Rede; to Irish Melody, Moore's Believe me if all those. Larghetto. When the dove left the ark o'er the water-whelm'd world, To flut-ter her trem-u-lous way, How soon she re-turn'd, for the blue wave had curl'd O'er all, nud denied her a spray : It is thus, when my fight for a mo-ment I mark, Dear source of my plea-sures, from thee, I re-turn to thy THE WIFE'S SONG. The Poetry by a Lady; the Music by Henry Russell.-Published in Davidson s Cheap and Uniform Edition of his Compositions. bud of the rose, In the morn-ing that blows, Im-pearl'd with the dew, Impearl'd with the Fine. dew; The bud of the rose, Im- pearl'd with the dew. More fra-grant her breath Than the flow'r-scented heath, than the flow'r-scented heath At the dawn-ing day, The hawthron in D. C.:: al Fine. FLY NOT YET. Moore's Irish Melody. O stay Hours like these so seldom reign, This hour we ne- ver can re-gain. O! where-fore go we hence? Then stav O! stay Hours like these so seldom reign, This hour we never can re- gain; O! where-fore go Fly not yet the glass with scorn, we hence? Here woman reigns, young Cupid smiling, Then stay, oh, stay Hours like these so seldom reign, wwww THE MOUNTAIN MAID. Andante. A while the maid the stranger ey'd, And, re-as- sur'd, at last plied: That Highland halls were 0 re pen still To wil der'd wand'rers of the hill; Nor think you un- ex- pected come To yon lone isle, our de. sert home: Before the heath had lost the dew, This morn a couch was pull'd for you.' 'Now, by the rood, my lovely maid, Your courtesy has erred,' he said; 'No right have I to claim, misplac'd, The welcome of expected guest. A wanderer here, my fortune toss'd, My way, my friends, my courser lost, I ne'er before, believe me, fair, Have ever drawn your mountain air. 'I well believe,' the maid replied, As her light skiff approach'd the side,'I well believe that ne'er before Your foot has trod Loch-Katrine's shore; Old Allan-hane foretold your plight,- 'He saw your steed, a dappled gray, The stranger smil'd:- Since to your house For one kind glance of those bright eyes ;- SOME LOVE TO ROAM. The Poetry by Charles Mackay; the Music by Henry Russell.-Published by Davidson. Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle chosen band, in a moun-tain land, And a life in the woods, for me; But a chosen band, in a mountain land, And a life in the woods, for me! rall. When morning beams o'er the moun-tain streams, O! Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, When the shrill winds whis-tle free; But a chosen band, in a moun-tain land, And a life in the woods, for me, And a life in the woods for me, And a life in the woods for me! The deer we mark, in the forest dark, And the prowling wolf we track; And for right good cheer, in the forest here, O why should a hunter lack? For with steady aim at the bounding game, And hearts that fear no foe, To the darksome glade, in the forest shade, O! merrily forth we go. Ho, ho, ho! Some love to roam, &c. |