Andantino.

Where in clusters

vine, And na-ture and

bine

Un-ruf-fied by the air.

In the east the rising sun

Display'd his golden crest; His daily race he had begun T'ward the glowing west. O'er the waters of the deep

His glitt'ring rays he shed, While the sparkling billows leap From out their liquid bed. See where bright Aurora twines Her tresses round her brow, As the rugged lofty pines With admiration bow:

Dewy mists, in sportive play, Their glitt'ring veils unfold; Like happy spirits, flee away

In tints of molten gold. Gentle zephyrs float around, And murm'ring surges meet, Blending their notes of souud In music wild and sweet. How the grateful bosom burns With wonder and with love, As the soul in rapture turns To brighter scenes above.

The New Sub - marine Tel - e-graph! The transit is novel, no doubt;

But, as things are not done now by half,
Only think that, the whole of the route,
You're on the New Submarine Telegraph.
Fol lol, &c.

I've heard there's a company forming,
And 'twill be advertised very soon,
Who the planets intend to be storming,
In order to people the moon.
If the famous projector you'd know,
'Tis Monsieur Antoine de Mooncalf,
Who will bring us green-cheeses, I trow,
On this far-famed New Telegraph.

Fol lol, &c.
And, i' faith! there's another scheme, too,
Which has recently been set in motion ;-
I confess 'tis a tough yarn to chew-
This trip to the depths of the ocean,
In cork-dresses and Mackintosh cloaks,
A certain prevention from drowning,
And a new apparatus-a hoax-
To pump air from the water surrounding.
Fol lol, &c.

Gravesend voyages will now be no go,
For they're common, and very immoral,
And our swells are all on the tip-toe
For a trip to the sea-caves of coral.
They're tired of the belles of the town,
So with mermaids would chatter and laugh ;-
That's the reason they want to go down
On the New Submarine Telegraph.

Fol lol, &c