In my cottage near a wood, Love and Ro sa now are mine! Ro ev - er fair and good, Charm me with those smiles of thine! Rosa, part - ner of my life, Thee a lone my heart shall prize; Thee, the @ - vils bear, Since life itself will quick decay, And pleasure pass a When tempests threat the sky, And darken through the air, When angry lightnings fly, Then, if the sun his golden rays How short his mortal date! Friendship, love, will vanish! Shall we yield to froward fate, And hope banish? No: come, thou greatest bliss of life, Fair Hope, the balm of ev'ry strife; And with thee bring the social train,Then joy shall ever reign. Andante. IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT. In the dead of the night, when with labour op- press'd, And joy the sweet blessings of rest, A boy knock'd at my door, I a woke with the noise, 'Who is it,' I said, ⚫ Who He answer'd so softly, so gently, so mild, 'I am a poor little unfortunate child; It's a cold rainy night-I am wet to the skin, And, alas! lost my way-so pray let me in.' In compassion I rose, and, striking a light, I open'd the door, when a boy stood in sight; He had wings at his shoulders-the rain from them dripp'd, And with a bow and arrow the boy was equipp'd. I stirr'd up my fire, sat him down by my side, And with a warm napkin his tender skin dried; is it,' I said, that my rest thus destroys?' If you please, I would fain by experiment know, Andante. ERIN GO BRAGH! Green were the fields where my fore-fa-thers dwelt, Oh! E - rin ma-vour-neen slan-laght go bragh! Tho' our farm it was small, yet comfort we felt, Oh! Erin ma - vour-neen, slan-laght go bragh! At length came the day when our lease did ex- pire, And fain would I live where before liv'd my sire; But, Ah! well-a- day, I was forced to re- tire, E rin ma-vour-neen, slan-laght go bragh! With principles pure, patriotic, and firm, Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh! Attach'd to my country, a friend to reform, Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh! supported old Ireland, was ready to die for't,If her foes e'er prevail'd, I was well known to sigh for 't But my faith I preserv'd, and am now forc'd to fly for'. Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh! I |