RED IS THE BILLOW SPRAY. Native Hindostanee Melody, arranged by C. Horn to the Poetry of W. Reader. The moon breaks forth from her clouds awhile, Vivace. FISHER'S SONG. Translated from the German, and adapted to an Air by Von Rhyn. Up and down, all day long, Life glides by us, like our song. In our lit-tle fisher boat, on the rest-less sea we float: Up and down, all day long, Life glides by us, like our song. Far from care, far from pain, Far from thoughts of greedy gain, Over life's tempestuous tide; Far from thoughts of greedy gain. WHAT SHALL WE HAVE FOR DINNER, MRS. BOND? Allegretto. From The Mayor of Garrett.' 'What shall we have for din-ner, Mis-tress Bond?' 'There's beef in the lar-der and kill'd. Dill dill dill dill dill dill dill dill dill'd, Come here and be kill'd. 'Send us the beef first, good Mrs. Bond; But they will not come to be kill'd, Mrs. Bond.' And get us some ducks dress'd out of the pond.' Dill dill, &c. Dill dill, &c. Mrs. Bond then flies to the pond in a rage, With plenty of onions. and plenty of sage. Dill dill, &c. She cried, 'Little wagtails, come here and be kill'd, For you must be stuff'd, and my customers fill'd.' Dill dill, &c. John Ostler, go and kill a duck or two;' 'Ma'am,' says John Ostler, 'I'll try what I can do.' Dill dill, &c. I've been to the ducks that are in the pond, THE NIGHT-WATCH.-A SONG OF THE SENTINEL. Poetry by Alfred Creighton.-Arranged expressly for this Work, to a celebrated Air by Meyerbeer. Moderato. bright-ness bear-eth but one pain, And that, they flew The night-watch! the night-watch! I love, I love it well, When the white moon, in the midnight Heaven, And our bow Is dipp'd as too fast. a cloud of milk-white foam As the poet's wid soul explores Allegretto. THE LITTLE HAY-MAKER. Composed by Reeve. 'Twas in June, ro- sy June, that I saun-ter'd one morning, All alone through the fields, just as Pho-bus was dawn-ing, When for-tune so fix'd it, for which the deuce take her, I must fall deep in love with a pretty hay-mak-er-Yes in love, deep in love, deep in love with a pretty hay-mak - er, Her words were-'Stand by, sir.'-I strove to for- Deep in love with a little hay-mak - er. Made me fall deep in love with this little haymaker,- friend; My cares in a whiff of to-bac-co I smoth-er, For life, I know, short-ly must end. While Ce-res most kind-ly re-fills my brown jug with good ale, I will make my - self mellow; In my old wick - er chair I will seat my-self snug, Like a jol-ly and true happy fel-low; like a jol-ly, like a I ne'er trouble my head with the cares of the nation, jolly, like a jol-ly and true hap-py fel-low. Then I'll laugh, drink, and smoke, and leave nothing Drowned Narcissus, from his metamorphosis And Pan promoted on Corydon's mare; And Momus shouted, The jest took hold of Latona the cold; With witty Pandora, And Malla with Flora did company bear; Too high to be mated, Although she hated not hunting the hare. And Phoebus to Hermes, and Hermes to me; I piped and mused, In language unused, their sports to declare; Till the house of Jove Like the Spheres did move;Health to those who love hunting the hare! |