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In my cottage near a wood, Love and Ro sa now are mine! Ro

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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

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@ - 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,
Vengeance to bear;

Then, if the sun his golden rays
Around the brighten'd world displays,
Creation wakes to new-born day,
Fair, smiling, young, and gay.

How short his mortal date!

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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.

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Thou hast wan-der'd here today? Like yon pretty but-ter - fly,

A way!

a-way!

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Andante.

IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT.
Published by Preston.

In the dead of the night, when with labour op- press'd, And

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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?'
I chaf'd him all o'er to keep out the cold air,
And with my own hand wrung the wet from his hair.
No sooner from wet and from cold he found ease,
Than, taking his bow, he said, 'Ma'am, if you
please,

If you please, I would fain by experiment know,
If the rain has not damag'd the string of my bow?
Then straight from his quiver an arrow he drew,
And aim'd at my heart, while twang went the yew:
'My bow is not damag'd, nor yet is my dart,
But you will find some trouble in bearing the smart.

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,
Though all taxes I paid, yet no vote could I pass, oh!
Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh!
Aggrandiz'd no great man-and I feel it alas, oh!
Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh!
Forc'd from my home-yea, from where I was born.
To range the wide world, poor, helpless, forlorn,
I look back with regret, and my heart-strings are torn,
Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh!

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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!

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