The Thornless Rose-W. Kirby, Poetry by Rosa- Though the Pine has tower'd green.............. 293 Though Winter blast the Weeping Year 403 367 127 399 The Tippler-C. Walther.............................................................. 272 The Tired Soldier-T. Coombe ..... The Topsails shiver in the Wind-Dr. Arne ....... 319 124 To me a smiling Infant came-M. Sharp, the Poe. 434 56 The Wanderer's Return-Mozart, Poetry by D. To my Mother-Translated from the German of The War that for a Space did fail................ 180 198 -The Washing-Day-To the Air "There's nae Luck .......... 40 To the Brook and the Willow-Sir J. A. Stevenson 226 To the Clouds-Translated from the German of Goethe, and adapted to an Air by J. P. Lutz.... 319 To the Daisy-The Air Ah vello a mi Ritorna,' in 116 24 105 To the Maid I love best-Hook........... To the Setting Sun-Translated from the German, and adapted to an Air by Dessauer................... Tom Starboard was a Lover true-Reeve......... 345 Tom Steady left his native Shore-M. P. King 404 .... 90 94 332 388 272 407 Turn to me, Love-SirJ.Stevenson, Poetry by Moore 231 69 369 163 'Twas in June, rosy June, that I saunter'd 327 28 "Twas within a Mile of Edinboro' Town ......... 323 116 Up, up, with the Signal There was a Jolly Miller-From Love in a Village' 325 Upon the barren Sand 362 mother, the world, a good mo-ther is she, Says to toil is to wel-come her fare; Some bounty she hangs us on ev-e-ry tree, And bless es us come, bro-thers, a - rouse! let the owl go to rest; O! the dance, lads- Come, dance, lads come, dance, come, dance a way, a - way, a The prince may boast if he can, he can, Our mother, the world, &c. Andantino. STAY, TRAVELLER, STAY. Stay, traveller, stay, speed not a - way; The snow is falling fast; The snow is fall-ing fast; The prowl-ing wolf now seeks his prey; All Nature's charms seem lost. No dainty fare my cot contains, With wealth I ne'er was bless'd; Though small my store, still what remains Thou'rt welcome to, my guest. Ah! 'twas on such a night as this My aged grandsire's spirit fled; Then stay-or thou like him may miss Thy path, be robb'd, and left for dead. Oh! traveller stay, &c. m WHEN FORC'D FROM DEAR HEBE TO GO. Andante con Espressione. When forc'd from dear He-be to go, What an-guish I felt at my heart! And I thought, but it might not be so, She was sor-ry to see me de-part. She cast such a lan-guish-ing view, My DAVIDSON'S UNIVERSAL MELODIST. To see, when my charmer goes by, Some Hermit peep out of his cell; How he thinks of his youth with a sigh, How fondly he wishes her well. On him she may smile if she please, 'Twill warm the cold bosom of age; But cease, gentle Hebe, oh! cease,Such softness will ruin the sage. I've stole from no flow'rets that grow To paint the dear charms I approve; For what can a blossom bestow, So sweet, so delightful as love. I sing in a rustical way, A Shepherd, and one of the throng; Yet Hebe approves of my lay; Go, Poets, and envy my song. WE WERE BOYS TOGETHER. 3 The Poetry by G. P. Morris; the Music by Henry Russell.-Published in Davidson's Edition of his Songs. Con Anima. hea-ther, In child-hood where we met; Nor the green home, to mem-'ry dear, Its sorrows and its joys, Which call'd the transient smile or tear, When you and I were boys. We were youths together, Your heart was like a feather, While mine was dash'd with care! To you came wealth with manhood's prime, To me it brought alloys, Ne'er imag'd in the primrose time When you and I were boys. We're old men together! The friends we lov'd of yore, With leaves of Autumn weather, Are gone for ever more! How bless'd to age the impulse giv'n, The hope time ne'er destroys. Which led our thoughts from earth to heav'n. When you and I were boys. THE WHITE COCKADE. A Favorite Jacobite Song, supposed to have been written by a Lady of Aberdeenshire. |