THE SAILOR BOY.

The Poetry by S. May.-The Music by T. P. Chipp.

e- mo-tion, My mo-ther wept o'er me, for it was our first part-ing: The

slumbers when rock'd by the bil-low. Visions of home will de-light him while dreaming, And

crcs.

when through the sky morn's red tin ges are stream-ing, Will cher - ish

the heart of the

poor sail - or boy, Will cherish the heart of the poor sail - or boy!

Our cannon soon thunder'd their hostile defiance,
To crush the proud foe who had scorn'd our alliance:
With vict'ry and wealth now in triumph returning,
For home with impatience each bosom was burning.
At night, though I safely recline on my pillow,

In fancy again I am rock'd by the billow,
And see the wild ocean's white foam in my dreaming;
But, when through the sky morn's red tinges are
streaming,

They vanish, and gladden the poor sailor boy.

The Words translated from the German, and adapted, expressly for this work, to an Air by Dessaner. Allegretto.

COME, ROVE WITH ME.

The Poetry by Charles Mackay, Esq.-The Music by J. F. Danneley.

Come, rove with me! Come, rove with me! O'er glade and green-wood

glade and green-wood dell: I've vows of truth to make, I've tales

My lodg-ing is on the cold ground, And very hard is my fare;

The piper came to our town, to our town, to our town-The pi-per came to our town, And

He play'd a spring the laird to please, A spring brent new frae

'yont the seas; And then he ga'e his bags

Pomposo.

THE LORD MAYOR'S SHOW.
The Words by Thomas Hood.-The Music by J. Blewitt.

8

How well I remember the ninth of November! The sky very fog-gy, the sun look-ing

grog-gy;

In fact, alto - ge-ther pea-soup- co - lour'd weather;-Shop win-dows all

shutter'd, The pavement all butter'd, police men para-ded, The street bar-ri-ca - ded, d tempo.

And a peel from the stee-ple of Bow-oo!

Low wo-men in pat-tens, High

ladies in satins, And cousin suburbans in flame-colour'd turbans; Quite up to the at-tics,

inviting rheu-matics; A great mob col-lecting with-out much selecting, And Pomposo.

some, it's a pity, are free of the Ci-- ty, As your pockets may happen to know. [PATTER.]-Now, John, put up the shutters, lock the door, and clean the glass over it; the three Master Bells are coming to look through the fanlight.-(Maid curtseying.) If you please, sir, missis's compliments, and wou.d you oblige her and little family with four front windows-she has all her tape at your shop!-Very sorry; all my fronts are engaged; but she's quite welcome to all the backs, looking into the churchyard-my compliments !Miss Maggs, my love, I hope you have room at the window?-(Miss M.-quite jammed in) Plenty, mem, thank you-we could squeege in one more !-O! do look opposite! what a beautiful cashmere !-Yes, she' ́s had her wi| of the shop, and her shawl of it tool-(Citizen bowing.) Proud day for the City, sir !-(Pomposo.) O vary-veryinstalment chief magistrate — first dignitary-first metropolis! King of London!!! Illustrious pinmaker!!! (Citizen bowing.) True, sir, true-I 'm a participle of the municipal myself.-A splendid sight, Mr. Dangle-here you see all the beauty and fashion of Cheapside.-- Yes-and the cheapside of beauty and fashion !-O fie !-you are such a quiz!-Bless me! look at the streets! every body seems agog!-Yes, ma'am, even the Giants (In the street.) Maree! Maree! here's a nice deep door to stand up at !-(In agony.) Drat the door the scraper has just scraped acquaintance with my ankle!-Come-move on! move on -Don't helber me !-(Affetuoso.) Ở Billy! What's the matter, Jimmy -Look up there-isn't she a angel!-She'll live in my art! Ah! vou've no chance, Billy!-Vy not, Jimmy -'Cos she lives in the heart of the City!-(Boy.) O cry!-look how that boy's velveteens are coming through the lamp-iron!--Betsy, my dear, do you stand comfortable? O very-on one leg-but when I put down the other, it goes into the gutter. Never mind-it will be over in an hour.-Why I say!-I say, my fine fellow-your hand's in my pocket!-Lord! your honour, it's so cold one's glad to put one's hands any wheres!Lost anything, sir!-No, sir.-More lucky than me-I put in my pocket a pint of shrimps-and I've had 'em all picked as I came along!

[PATTER.]-Here it comes 1-here it comes!-(Trumpet obligato.) That's the Show-it always leads with a trump-(Woman.) If you please, sir-no, not you; the tall Gentleman-would you chlige my Tommy with a picka-back-No, I won't-you must pick a back somewhere else!-(Irishman.) A back is it?-Here, honey-put the legs of ye round my neck, and hold on by my eyebrows!-Here they come! Clear the way! Clear the way!stand back!-stand back, you Pensioner 1-I shan't!-You must!-1 shan't 1-But you must!-I can't-my wooden-leg's stuck in the plug !-Stand back!-O my head! my head!-My eyes, Jack-look at those constables' staffs-there's breakers ahead !'-Ah! do you know why them staffs are like bees -No, I don't.-It's 'cause they give such lots of whacks!-There goes the City Marshal !-Him !-lawk! I took him for the Duke of Wel lington! (A medley of music.) No great things of a band, I think-Christmas waits on a small scale !-There's a flag-I call that a proper wapper.-I say you chaps in the mustard caps! you'll have a tine draggle-tail to your banner! Let 'em alone-it's like the weather-won't hold up1-(Child.) A tin man! a tin man! a tin man!Hush, you little fool-it's a man in armorial bearings !-(Lady.) Splendid suit of armour, sir !-(Pomposo.) O! vary-vary-I am told it belonged to the Black Prince.-O, Prince Le Boo!-There's another suit in brass-pray, is that mentioned in history?-Yes, ma'am-in Brassbreech's Memoirs.-There's the state footmen- what lusty fellows -No wonder they eat their master out of house and home in a twelvemonth.-(Distant shouting.) Here he comes-there's the coach !-Bless me, what a vehicle-like a gilt birdcage !-More like a Chinese lantern on its trerels Well, I do admire the horses-sich spiritty creturs!-Ah! the coachman's a great brute to 'em!Indeed!-Yes, look at 'em !-all cut into ribbons I-Pray, is that the Lord Mayor, with his nose flatted against the glass-No; that's the gentleman that bears the City Mace !-Oh! then, of course he's the City Grocer.-And that little man in the back of the coach Oh! that's the great man himself!-(Cheers.) Hooray!-hooray!-why don't you shy up your hat -'Cos it may be shy of coming back again 1-(Lady.) Allow me to ask-is the new Mayor of correct principles -O vary,-vary !-Polly, my dear, why don't you wave, then!-So I do, Ma, as well as I can. hooray! hooray! the Lord Mayor for ever!-Hush, child-don't say for ever,' it's so like a skit upon him-you know he only comes in at one ear and goes out at t' other! On the 9th of November he has to vacate the chair. -Poor dear Man I-it must be a painful thing, sir, to be obliged to part with his seat of honour!-Oh, vary, vary.

How well I remember the ninth of November!
The fine Lady May'ress an ostrich's heiress,
In best bib and tucker, and dignified pucker;
The learned Recorder, in Old Bailey order;
The Sheriffs together, with their hanging weather,
And their heads like John Anderson's pow-o-o;

Such hustle and bustle, &c.

The Aldermen courtly, and looking red portly;
And buckler and bargemen, with other great large

men;

With streamers and banners held up in odd manners;
A mob running arter, to see it by vater;
And the wharfs popping off as they go.

[PATTER.]-There she is what a beautiful plume! and what a lovely stomacher !-Now, Mr. Dangle, what do you think of our Mayoress -May I speak my sentiments -O, certainly!-Why, then, I think she has borrowed half the silks of Cheapside, and all the feathers of the Poultry -You are so severe!-Pray, sir, would you be so good as inform me what are those gentlemen with fur gowns on, like judges -Ah, they're no judges!-I mean those with white wands, like conjurors.-Ah, they're no conjurors-they're the Common Council-Now, Bill, shout out! -Huzzay, huzzay !-Bless me, what makes the Sheriffs so poppolar -It arn't them-it's the charrots-they were built at our master's.-Keep off the wheels there!-Pray, which are the Sheriffs! -Those in scat'et, ma'am, with collars of A double S: all the great city posts have chains to 'em.-Here he comes! now, Barney, be ready with your goose!(Hisses and groans.) Hold your noise, ye young thaves o' the world, and born blackguards-I wish I was the mother on ye !-Vy, ve arn't a hissing at you, Judy: it's the Recorder-he had us vipp'd last sessions! There goes Alderman Gobble!-No, it ain't-it's Judge Cross, and there ain't ever a big wig as 'll eat and drink with bigger wigger!Come, move on, move on!-Gee-up, Patten-makers !-Go along, Girdlers,-you'll be too late for dinner!-Shove along, Jack-did you see him take water!-(Woman.) Take water! what, with nothing in it -No, you fool, with boats and bridges and barges, and every thing in it!-(Bowing citizen.) Superb piece of pageantry? gorgeous spectacle! (Pomposo.) O, vary, vary-great magnificence-great opulence great corpulence-great greatness !-Miss Maggs, my love, I hope you have been gratified?-O, so much 1-interesting sight-august ceremony-imposing effect extremely obliged-so very comfortable-whitscht! (sneezing)-Not quite open weather enough for open windows! (more sneezing)-Colds are catching, ma'am !-Then I wish they'd catch my turban, for I've just sneezed it out of window 1 Such hustle and bustle, &c.,

Moderato.

O, MARK YON LITTLE BOUNDING BARK.

Arranged expressly for this work, to a melody by Spohr.

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mark yon lit-tle bounding bark That skims along the main ! Ye roar-ing

winds, be mer-ci-ful-Re- turn it safe again; And blow, ye breezes, gently blow, And

waft it near the shore: For one young heart would break with woe, should it re-turn no more!

A fair one stands at her lattice high,

And she sees it come in sight;

Her heart beats as it ventures nigh,

And she watches with delight.

Her lover's in yon little bark,

That rises with the foam;

Then gently blow, ye verdant ales,
And waft the sailor home.