My gaun-tlet's down, my flag unfurl'd, What- e'er my be; For thee, my love, I'd lose the world, For thee, my love, I'd lose the world, Or win a world in thee! Yes, thou shalt be my po- lar youth's be-wil-d'ring tide, To land of pro-mise, bliss a- far, My young, my beam-ing OUR COUNTRY IS OUR SHIP. Our country is our ship, d'ye see, A gal-lant ves - sel too, And mands, Should take his stand, and lend a hand, As the common cause demands. How stands the glass 8- round? For shame, ye take no care, my boys; How THE ABSENT LOVER.-WHAT AILS THIS HEART O' MINE? As sung by Mr. Wilson.-The Poetry by Miss Blamire. Moderato. What ails this heart o' mine? What means this wat'-ry e'e? What mak's me aye turn cauld as death, When I tak' leave o' thee? When thou art far a-wa', Thou'lt dear - er grow to me; But change o' folk, and change o' place, May gar thy fancy jee. "hrough the heather, a-round him ga-ther, Ye're a' the wel-com-er early; A round him cling, wi' a' your kin,-For wha'll be king but Char-lie? Come through the ad lib. heather, a - round him gather; Come, Ronald, come, Donald-come a' the ) gi-ther! An' crown your right - fu' law-fu' king, For wha'll be king but Char - Ke? The Highland clans, wi' sword in hand, Frae John-o'-Groat's to Airly, Hae to a man declar'd to stand Or fa' wi' royal Charlie. Come thro' the heather, &c. The Lowland a', baith great and sma', Declar'd for Scotia's King an' law, Come through the heather, &c. There's ne'er a lass in a' the land, But vows baith late and early, Then here's a health to Charlie's cause, His very name my heart's blood warms ;- Come thro' the heather, &c. Moderato. O! TURN THOSE DEAR, DEAR EYES AWAY. Music by J. De Pinna. O! turn those dear, dear eyes a way,-My cheek with love, with love is · tell a tale too true, too true; See not my blush-es rise, love, Nor listen to my 3 sighs, love; For blushes, sighs, and eyes, love, All speak, all speak of Who has e'er been in Lon-don, that over-grown place, Has seen Lod-gings to Let' stare him full in the face: Some are good, and let dear-ly; While some, 'tis well known, Are so dear, and so bad, they are best let alone;-Der - ry down down down derry down! Next night 'twas the same! and the next, and the next: In six months his acquaintance began for to doubt him, The doctor look'd wise ;-'A slow fever,' he said; Will kick'd out the doctor ;-but, when ill indeed, So, calling his host, he said, 'Sir, do you know I'm the fat Single Gentleman, six months ago.' Derry down, &c. 'Look'e, landlord! I think,' argued Will with a grin, "That with honest intentions you first took me in: But from the first night-and to say it I'm boldI have been so damn'd hot, I have sure got a cold.' Derry down, &c. Quoth the landlord, 'Till now I ne'er had a dispute; I've let lodgings ten years-I'm a baker to boot⚫ In airing your sheets, sir, my wife is no sloven; And your bed is immediately over my oven,' Derry down, &c. 'The oven! says Will.-Says the host, 'Why this passion? In that excellent bed died three people of fashion! Why so crusty, good sir?''Zounds!' cries Will in a taking, Who wouldn't be crusty with half a year's baking?" Derry down, &c. Will paid for his rooms.-Cried the host with a fren-zi'd looks alarm thee? Trust me, sweet! thy fears are vain : Not for tr kingdoms would I harm thee;-Shun not, then, poor Dost thou weep to see my anguish? None could ever love again, cra - zy Jane. From that hour has reason never |