When first in Lun-nun I ar-riv'd, On a vi- sit, on a visit; When first in Lunnun I ar-riv'd, 'Midst heavy rain and thun - der; Then es - pied a lass in green, The bonniest lass by eyes e'er seen! I'd often heard of Beau-ty's Queen-Thinks I, by gum, I've found her! Sing tol de rol de rol de rol, Tutti hut - ti tutti hutti, Ri tol de rol de ri She stood stock still-I did the same, Gazing on her, gazing on her, She stood stock still-I did the same: 'Madam,' says I, and made a bow, 'If you will me permission give, I'll see you home, where'er you live ;'- Tol de rol, &c. do; Sing tol de rol de ri do. 'Walk in, kind sir,' says she to me, Quite politely, quite politely; 'Walk in, kind sir,' says she to me;'Poor lad!' they cried, he's undone.' 'Walk in, kind sir.' 'Not so,' says I, 'For I've got other fish to fry,I've seen you nome, so now good bye: I'ze Yorkshire, tho' in Lunnun.' Fol de rol, &c. My pockets soon I rummag'd o'er, Tol de rol, &c. I sold the ring and got the brass, Tol de rol, Sze. Allegretto Moderato. THE STORM. dis-tant whirlwinds rise, To the tempest-trou-bled Hark! the boatswain hoarsely bawling:'By topsail-sheets and haulyards stand! Down top-gallants quick be hawling! Down your staysails,-bund, boys, hand! Quick the topsail sheets let go! Now again the boatswain calls :- Reef the mizen; see all clear; All above us one black sky; ocean, Where the seas contend with skies. The foremast's gone !' cries ev'ry tongue out, "O'er the lee, twelve feet 'bove deck. A leak beneath the chest-tree 's sprung out,- Come, my hearts, be stout and bold Four feet water in the hold!' While o'er the ship wild waves are beating, Both chain-pumps are chok'd below; For only that can save us now! Let the guns o'erboard be thrown; The leak we've found,-it cannot pour fast; Up, and rig a jury foremast ; She rights, she rights, boys! wear off shore. Close to th' lips a brimmer join: THE MODEST BACHELOR. By T. B. Brett, St. Leonards. just to his mind, just to his mind,'Mongst England's fair daugh-ters one just to his mind. He's modest as any can possibly be ; His age, you should know, too, is just thirty-three; A face that is pretty-the form rather tall- [stood; A fine flow of wit, and good-humour likewise: A neat pair of feet, and intelligent eyes. The next thing required is a good taste for music Respond to these requisites,-I am her man. HARK! THE BELLS ARE GAYLY RINGING. Poetry by George Soane, A.B.; Music from Verdi's Opera of Nino.-Published by Davidson. Allegro Moderato. Hea-ven, to the lord of lands and power; 'Tis a Hark! again the bells are pealing, Tell me what those sounds convey? Per-cy's born 'Tis because, his nonage over. to-day. Marries now the noble lover, While the merry birds are singing ;'Tis a Percy weds to-day! THE PEASANT BOY. The Poetry and Music by John Parry. Andante. Thrown on the wide world, doom'd to wander and roam, Be reft of his pa-rents, be reft of a home, A stranger to plea-sure, to comfort, and joy, Be hold little Ed-mund, the poor pea-sant boy! O! pi-ty, O! pi-ty the poor peasant boy; O! pi-ty, O! I'm willing to labour, I'm willing to toil, For Fortune will ever on industry smile: pi-ty the poor peasant boy! But, ah! not a creature will deign to employ A wand'rer like Edmund, the poor peasant boy. Then pity, O! pity! the poor peasant boy. |