THE MAY-QUEEN,-PART I. The Poetry by Alfred Tennyson, Esq.; the Music by W. Dempster.-Published by permission by Davidson. Allegretto con Vivace. o' the May, Mo-ther,—I'm to be Queen o' the May! The shepherd lads on every side 'll come from far away, For I'mto be Queen o' the May, Mother,-I'm to All the valley, Mother, will be fresh & green & still, So you must wake and call me early, call me early, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, Mother,-I'm THE MAX-QUEEN,-PART II. The Poetry by Alfred Tennyson, Esq.; the Music by W. Dempster.-Published by permission by Davidson. Andante. If you're wak-ing, call me ear-ly, call me ear-ly, Mo-ther dear, For would see the e-ver I shall see; Then you may lay me To-night I saw the sun set: he set and left behind The good Old Year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind; And the New Year's coming up, Mother, but I The blossom on the black-thorn, the leaf upon the Beneath the hawthorn on the green, they made me Queen of May; And we danc'd about the may-pole, and in the hazel copse, Till Charles's Wain came out above the tall white chimney-tops. There's not a flow'r on all the hills; the frost is WHERE'S THE HEART SO COLD? The Words by Miss M. L. Rede, to an Irish Melody, Moore's 'All that's Bright must fade.' woe and Then let sighs less deep, O'er thy lip come stealing; Be the tear you weep Fraught with balmier healing! Mem'ry vainly tries To speak to thee of error,- Hushes every terror. All thy many woes To thee were only given, To prove how purely glows The flame that mounts to Heaven. FORGIVE THE MUSE THAT SLUMBER'D. Irish Melody; Poetry by Leman Rede to Moore's Air 'd Mourn the Hopes,' &c. give the muse that slumber'd Up on thy dear, thy na- tal day, Nor think that 'tis un-number'd Among the first that claim her lay; Aud though she wants the fra -grance Of glowing fancy's beam di-vine, Af life and human folly, But mer-ri-ly, merri-ly sing, fal la! Come on, ve ro-sy hours, Gay smil-ing mo-ments bring: We'll strew the path with flowers, And mer-ri-ly, mer-ri-ly sing, fal-la! For what's the use of sighing While Time is on the wing Can we prevent his fly-ing? Then mer-ri-ly, mer -ri - ly sing falla! HERE'S TO THE MAIDEN OF BASHFUL FIFTEEN. Written and Composed by Richard Brinslev Sheridan.-Published as Song and Chorus by Davidson. With Spirit. I AM A YOUNG MAN THAT'S MOST HIGHLY RESPECTABLE. Words by Leman Rede, Esq., to the Air of The Irish Washerwoman.' am a young man that's most highly re- spec ta - ble; My na- ture's gen teel, and my feel-ings sus-cep-ti- ble: I want a father, a mother, an aunt,-In Fine. short, I can't tell what relations I want. I want an un-cle, with plenty of tip-pe- ry; I want a tai lor to find me in frip- pe- ry; I want parks and Da capo al Fine. mansions, want vil-las and grounds, Want I want a tandem to splash to the races now; I want a roadster that's good in his paces now I want smart footmen, a tiger-but, zounds! I scarcely can keep all my wants within bounds. I want a wife, with a villa to bring her to; I want a valet that's down to a thing or two; I want to be shown to each swellified haunt ;In short, I can't tell you one-half that I want. I am a young man, &c. racers and hun-ters, want foxes and hounds. I want edication, but that's nothing new, you know; An office of profit, and nothing to do, you know; I want moustachios adorning my face, A title, a fortune, and parliament place; I want admiration, and frolic, and blisses, too, Soft sighs, soft tears, soft glances, and kisses, too;- O! IT WASN'T FOR ME THAT I HEARD THE BELLS RINGING. Composed by Whitaker. me that I heard the bells ring-ing; Sing, hey down, ho down, der-ry down dee. O! it was'nt for me that I heard the bells ring-ing; Sing hey down, ho down, der-ry down dee. My true lovers' knot I away am now flinging; I've done with the sex-wil! live single and singing, O! it wasn't for me, &c. |