To arms, once more, to arms! the cry 'Twas one morn, when the wind from the northward blew ... 40 122 179 190 253 ... 187 200 184 'Twas post meridian, half-past four ... ... SONGS OF THE AFFECTIONS. Be mine, dear maid; this faithful heart Farewell, my dear Mary, the beam of thy beauty I still love thee, I still love thee... 206 49 124 129 If I had known thou couldst have died I have listen'd to your song... I have said that I would love thee I rise from dreams of thee I do not ask to offer thee a timid love like mine I think on thee in the night I'll keep thee in remembrance still ... Sweet girl! though only once we met ... Should he upbraid, I'll own that he'd prevail. The fountains mingle with the river PAGE When the summer sun is shining CONVIVIAL SONGS. At the peaceful midnight hour Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn Dear Tom, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale Hurrah for merry Christmas I am a friar of orders grey I love, I love the night. King Death was a rare old fellow Let dukes keep their racers, my lord have his stud 46 6 131 List to the lay of the Gipsy band ... SONGS OF HOME. 182 137 I had knock'd out the dust from my pipe t'other night RURAL SUBJECTS. And this is the mill-stream that ten years ago Our fire on the turf, and our tent 'neath a tree See yon happy, rosy boy ... ... The summer is come! the summer is come! COMIC AND SATIRICAL. A peacock came, with his plumage gay A fond youth serenaded his love Cried William when just come from sea PAGE 139 "Have you heard the strange news just come down, Gaffer Green ?" ... In the days of creation, when Jove was allotting ... Oh! why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Grey? There was a jolly miller once ... The little lane, the greenwood lane ... The bee loves the flower, and the wind loves the sea The Pope he leads a happy life ... ... Will nobody come to the mistletoe bough? Argyle is my name... Allen-a-Dale has no faggot for burning Is there for honest poverty... My Highland home, where tempests blow O merry row, O merry row... O Nannie, wilt thou go Oh, my love is like the red red rose She's sportive as the zephyr Thou lingering star, with lessening ray ... The red moon is up o'er the moss-cover'd mountain "Whar hae ye been a' day ?" Wilt thou be my dearie? Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon... Of all the spots sae bonnie "Oh! where, and oh! where is your Highland laddie gone IRISH. As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping. As beauteous as Flora I'm sitting on the stile, Mary I'll seek a four-leaved shamrock... Kathleen, mavourneen, the grey dawn is breaking PAGB 89 151 107 119 97 163 212 102 186 Oh! the moments were sad when my love and I parted One day by that lake I was straying... Och hone! and what will I do ?... ... So, my Kathleen, you're going to leave me There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin... Down in a flow'ry vale, all on a summer morning... 240 In going to my lonely bed Life's a bumper, fill'd by fate Lo! where with flow'ry head My mistress is as fair as fine Good night, good night, beloved! Glorious Apollo from on high beheld us Hail to the chief who in triumph advances I know a maiden fair to see... In the merry old time of our ancestors ... Just like love is yonder rose... List, dearest, list, 'tis the nightingale calling .. Mynheer Vandunck, though he never got drunk Oh, ye tears! oh, ye tears! Oh, don't you remember the beautiful glade. Oh! bold Robin Hood is a forester good.. O who will ride o'er the Downs so free O, by rivers, by whose falls... Patter, patter! Let it pour... Slowly and softly music should flow... Sleep, gentle lady, the flowers are closing The winds whistle cold... ... The hardy Norseman's house of yore There sat one day in quiet When Bibo thought fit from the world to retreat... When the wind blows in the sweet rose-tree Who is Sylvia ? what is she? 235 169 232 64 169 230 234 235 237 24 43 47 237 47 77 16-1 ... 165 ... 10 213 MISCELLANEOUS. Adieu, my native land, adieu! A song for the fields, for the merry green fields An old man saw a little child Autumn leaves lie strew'd around me here As Jeannie came from market And this is the mill-stream that ten years ago Bird of the wilderness ... Bear and forbear, whatsoe'er be your station Cheer, boys, cheer! no more of idle sorrow Dear boy, throw that icicle down Fill a goblet, merry folk Farewell to the mountain Fast and fair the stars were springing Give me the grasp that is warm, kind, and ready. Go, lovely rose! ... Go ask the roses why they bloom Go, breeze that sweeps the orange grove... How merrily this summer morn... He knows me not-he knows me not... In the days of creation, when Jove was allotting I love a dear old country face 46 34 11 18 161 27 I had a dream of beauty I heard the trailing garments of the night I love to follow the honey-bee Is there a heart that never loved I dreamt last night of our earlier days I shot an arrow into the air... |