The Words translated from the German, and adapted, expressly for this work, to an Air by Dessaner. Allegretto.

COME, ROVE WITH ME.

The Poetry by Charles Mackay, Esq.-The Music by J. F. Danneley.

glade and green-wood dell: I've vows of truth to make, I've tales

MY LODGING IS ON THE COLD GROUND.
Composed by Signor Giordani.

The piper came to our town, to our town, to our town-The pi-per came to our town, And

He play'd a spring the laird to please, A spring brent new frae

grog-gy;

In fact, alto - ge-ther pea-soup- co - lour'd weather;-Shop win-dows all

shutter'd, The pavement all butter'd, police - men pa - ra-ded, The street bar-ri-ca - ded, d tempo.

And a peel from the stee-ple of Bow- o- o! Low wo-men in pat-tens, High

ladies in satins, And cousin suburbans in flame-colour'd turbans; Quite up to the at-tics,

inviting rheu-matics; A great mob col-lecting with-out much selecting, And

Pomposo.

some, it's a pity, are free of the City,

As your pockets may happen to know.

[PATTER.]-Now, John, put up the shutters, lock the door, and clean the glass over it; the three Master Bells are coming to look through the fanlight.-(Maid curtseying.) If you please, sir, missis's compliments, and wou.d you oblige her and little family with four front windows-she has all her tape at your shop!-Very sorry; all my fronts are engaged; but she's quite welcome to all the backs, looking into the churchyard-my compliments !— Miss Maggs, my love, I hope you have room at the window?-(Miss M.-quite jammed in) Plenty, mem, thank you-we could squeege in one more !-O! do look opposite! what a beautiful cashmere!-Yes, she's had her wi| of the shop, and her shawl of it tool-(Citizen bowing.) Proud day for the City, sir !-(Pomposo.) O vary-veryinstalment chief magistrate—first dignitary-first metropolis ! — - King of London!!! Illustrious pinmaker !!! (Citizen bowing.) True, sir, true-I 'm a participle of the municipal myself.—A splendid sight, Mr. Dangle-here you see all the beauty and fashion of Cheapside.-- Yes-and the cheapside of beauty and fashion !-O fie !-you are such a quiz !-Bless me! look at the streets! every body seems agog!-Yes, ma'am, even the Giants !-(In the street.) Maree! Maree! here's a nice deep door to stand up at !-(In agony.) Drat the door the scraper has just scraped acquaintance with my ankle!-Come-move on! move on -Don't helber me !-(Affetuoso.) Ŏ Billy! What's the matter, Jimmy?-Look up there-isn't she a angel!-She'll live in my art! Ah! you've no chance, Billy!-Vy not, Jimmy -'Cos she lives in the heart of the City!-(Boy.) O cry!-look how that boy's velveteens are coming through the lamp-iron!-Betsy, my dear, do you stand comfortable? O very-on one leg-but when I put down the other, it goes into the gutter. Never mind-it will be over in an hour.-Why I say!-1 say, my fine fellow-your hand's in my pocket!-Lord! your honour, it's so cold one's glad to put one's hands any wheres!Lost anything, sir?—No, sir.-More lucky than me-I put in my pocket a pint of shrimps-and I've had 'em all picked as I came along!

[PATTER.]-Here it comes !-here it comes!-(Trumpet obligato.) That's the Show-it always leads with a trump-(Woman.) If you please, sir-no, not you; the tall Gentleman-would you chlige my Tommy with a picka-back —No, I won't-you must pick a back somewhere else !(Irishman.) A back is it?-Here, honey-put the legs of ye round my neck, and hold on by my eyebrows!-Here they come! Clear the way! Clear the way !— stand back!-stand back, you Pensioner -I shan't!-You must!-1 shan't!-But you must!-I can't-my wooden-leg's stuck in the plug !-Stand back !-O my head! my head!-My eyes, Jack-look at those constables' staffs-there's breakers ahead!'-Ah! do you know why them staffs are like bees?—No, I don't. It's 'cause they give such lots of whacks!-There goes the City Marshal !-Him !-lawk! I took him for the Duke of Wel lington! (A medley of music.) No great things of a band, I think-Christmas waits on a small scale !-There's a flag-I call that a proper wapper.-I say you chaps in the mustard caps! you'll have a tine draggle-tail to your banner! Let 'em alone-it's like the weather-won't hold up-(Child.) A tin man! a tin man! a tin man'Hush, you little fool-it's a man in armorial bearings !—(Lady.) Splendid suit of armour, sir !—(Pomposo.) 01 vary-vary-I am told it belonged to the Black Prince.-O, Prince Le Boo!-There's another suit in brass-pray, is that mentioned in history?—Yes, ma'am-in Brassbreech's Memoirs.-There's the state footmen- what lusty fellows -No wonder they eat their master out of house and home in a twelvemonth.-(Distant shouting.) Here he comes there's the coach !-Bless me, what a vehicle—like a gilt birdcage !-More like a Chinese lantern on its trovels Well, I do admire the horses-sich spiritty creturs!-Ah! the coachman's a great brute to 'em !Indeed! Yes, look at 'em !—all cut into ribbons 1-Pray, is that the Lord Mayor, with his nose flatted against the glass-No; that's the gentleman that bears the City Mace!-Oh! then, of course he's the City Grocer. And that little man in the back of the coach Oh! that's the great man himself!-(Cheers.) Hooray!-hooray!-why don't you shy up your hat?-'Cos it may be shy of coming back again—(Lady.) Allow me to ask-is the new Mayor of correct principles ?-O vary,-vary!-Polly, my dear, why don't you wave, then!-So I do, Ma, as well as I can. hooray! hooray! the Lord Mayor for ever -Hush, child-don't say for ever, it's so like a skit upon him-you know he only comes in at one ear and goes out at t' other! On the 9th of November he has to vacate the chair. -Poor dear Man I—it must be a painful thing, sir, to be obliged to part with his seat of honour !—Oh, vary, vary.

How well I remember the ninth of November!
The fine Lady May'ress an ostrich's heiress,
In best bib and tucker, and dignified pucker;
The learned Recorder, in Old Bailey order;
The Sheriffs together, with their hanging weather,
And their heads like John Anderson's pow-o-0;

Such hustle and bustle, &c.

The Aldermen courtly, and looking red portly;
And buckler and bargemen, with other great large

men;

With streamers and banners held up in odd manners;
A mob running arter, to see it by vater;
And the wharfs popping off as they go.

[PATTER.]-There she is what a beautiful plume! and what a lovely stomacher !-Now, Mr. Dangle, what do you think of our Mayoress ?-May I speak my sentiments ?-O, certainly!-Why, then, I think she has borrowed half the silks of Cheapside, and all the feathers of the Poultry -You are so severe!-Pray, sir, would you be so good as inform me what are those gentlemen with fur gowns on, like judges --Ah, they're no judges!-I mean those with white wands, like conjurors.-Ah, they're no conjurors-they're the Common Counc-Now, Bill, shout out! Huzzay, huzzay 1-Bless me, what makes the Sheriffs so poppolar?-It arn't them-it's the charrots-they were built at our master's.-Keep off the wheels there!-Pray, which are the Sheriffs!-Those in scat 'et, ma'am, with collars of A double S: all the great city posts have chains to 'em.-Here he comes! now, Barney, be ready with your goose !(Hisses and groans.) Hold your noise, ye young thaves o' the world, and born blackguards-I wish I was the mother on ye !-Vy, ve arn't a hissing at you, Judy: it's the Recorder he had us vipp'd last sessions) - There goes Alderman Gobble!-No, it ain't—it's Judge Cross, and there ain't ever a big wig as 'll eat and drink with bigger wigger !— Come, move on, move on!-Gee-up, Patten-makers !-Go along, Girdlers,-you'll be too late for dinner!-Shove along, Jack-did you see him take water!-(Woman.) Take water! what, with nothing in it -No, you fool, with boats and bridges and barges, and every thing in it!-(Bowing citizen.) Superb piece of pageantry? gorgeous spectacle! (Pomposo.) O, vary, vary-great magnificence-great opulence great corpulence-great greatness !—Miss Maggs, my love, I hope you have been gratified?-O, so much !—interesting sight-august ceremony-imposing effect extremely obliged-so very comfortable-whitscht! (sneezing)-Not quite open weather enough for open windows! (more sneezing)—Colds are catching, ma'am !-Then I wish they'd catch my turban, for I've just sneezed it out of window ! Such hustle and bustle, &c.,

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O, MARK YON LITTLE BOUNDING BARK.

Arranged expressly for this work, to a melody by Spohr.

Moderato. 6

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mark yon lit-tle bounding bark That skims along the main! Ye roar-ing

winds, be mer-ci-ful-Re- turn it safe again; And blow, ye breezes, gently blow, And

waft it near the shore: For one young heart would break with woe, should it re-turn no more!

A fair one stands at her lattice high,

And she sees it come in sight;

Her heart beats as it ventures nigh,

And she watches with delight.

Her lover's in yon little bark,

That rises with the foam;

Then gently blow, ye verdantį ales,
And waft the sailor home.