The Tippler-C. Walther...................................................... 272 The Topsails shiver in the Wind-Dr. Arne....... 319 The Wanderer-Thomas Dibdin 58 The Wanderer's Return-Mozart, Poetry by D. To my Mother Translated from the German of 273 318 The War that for a Space did fail.. To the Brook and the Willow-Sir J. A. Stevenson 226 To the Maid I love best-Hook.. 24 404 377 The White Cockade-Favorite Jacobite Song 3 436 The Wife's Song-Henry Russell, Poetry by a Lady 171 The Wild Irish Boy 75 The Wild Irishman-Whitaker, Words by C. Dibdin 381 Truisms, or Incontrovertible Facts..... 332 388 The Wish-J. F. Pinto...................................................... 407 ...... 272 Turn to me, Love-SirJ.Stevenson, Poetry by Moore 231 69 The Woodman-Charles Dibdin 163 The World is a well-furnish'd Table-From 'Love 'Twas in June, rosy June, that I saunter'd ..... 327 28 351 250 59 There is not a Breath-Alexander D. Roche, Poetry Up in the Morning early-Scotch Melody, Words Upon the barren Sand ............................................................ 278 ...... 326 .. 207 There was a Time ere Sorrow-P. Winter........ 99 Victoria's Sceptre o'er the Waves-C. Neate, Poe- 314 403 There was one Mr. Grigg wore a Cauliflower Wig 309 90 They tell me thou art chang'd 161 They tell me there are other Lands-Rossini, Poetry 166 Was I oblig'd to beg my Bread 58 They tell, one Day, that Love, at Play-Steibelt, 356 This Book is all that's left me now...................................... 17 Water parted from the Sea -Dr. Arne............ 349 80 423 380 Though all may forget thee-Irish Melody, Moore's We all love a pretty Girl under the Rose-Dr. Arne 308 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 way, a way a-way, a-way, oh! And this is the life for a man, a man, oh ! 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. Oh! traveller, stay, &c. 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. 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 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 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. The Poetry by G. P. Morris; the Music by Henry Russell.-Published in Davidson's Edition of his Songs. Con Anima. We were youths together, 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 were boys. We're old men together!- 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. Allegro. My love was born in A-berdeen, The bon-niest lad that e'er was seen; But |