If my sweet Wil- liam, if my sweet William William, who high upon the yard Rock'd with the billows to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sigh'd, and cast his eyes below; The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, Shuts close his pinions to his breast, My vows shall ever true remain; Change as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee! 'Believe not what the landsmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: They'll tell thee sailors, when away, THE POET'S sai lors, tell me true, In ev'ry port a mistress find ;- Thy skin in ivory so white;- Let not my pretty Susan mourn; The sails their swelling bosom spread, They kiss'd; she sighed; he hung his head. Her less'ning boat unwilling rows to land ;'Adieu!' she cries, and wav'd her lily hand. BLESSING. The Words translated from the German of Uhland, and adapted, expressly for this work, to an Answer'd me, his look severe, Like the wrath of heaven it falls, Flowers, not corn, to life it calls.' Waken not too many flowers; Just enough to deck the land, And fill thy little grandson's hand.' FLOW, THOU REGAL PURPLE STREAM. The Words by John O'Keefe; the Music by Dr. Arnold.-Published by Davidson. Allegro. Allegretto. WOO'D, AND MARRIED, AND A'. The Poetry by Joanna Baillie.-The Music as sung by Mr. Wilson. The bride she is win-some and bon-nie, Her hair it is snoo-ded sae sleek, And faith-ful and kind is her John-nie, Yet fast fa' the tears on her cheek. New pearl-ings the cause o' her sor-row, New pearl-ings, and plen-ish - ing too;-The bride that has a to borrow, Has e'en right mei-kle a' do- Woo'd, and mar-ried, and a', Woo'd and married and na she very weel aff, a'; And is Tocher and havings sae sma';- 'Toot, toot!' quo' the gray-headed father, Locks the wind us'd to blaw; To be woo'd, and mar-ried, and a'. Then out spak the wily bridegroom; (Weel waled were his wordies, I ween), 'I am rich, though my coffers be toom, Wi' the blink o' your bonny blue een. I'm prouder o' thee by my side, Tho' thy ruffles and ribbons be few, Ye're woo'd and booket and a'; She turn'd, and she blush'd, and she smil'd, And she play'd wi' the sleeve o' her gown; And she nippet her boddice sae blue; www WOO'D, AND MARRIED, AND A'. The Poetry by Mrs. Scott.-To the Music of above Tune. THE grass had nae freedom o' growin' Nor in the toun could there be stowin' The toun was for ever in brulyies: Wooed, and married, and a', She's wooed, and she's carried awa. But had he a' kenn'd her as I did, Sae lang's ye hae youdith and vigour, 'Sae swift away hame to your haddin'; Nor gang sae white-finger'd and braw; Wooed, and married, &c. FLORA M'DONALD'S LAMENT. The Words by Hogg, the Ettrick Shepherd.-The Music by Neil Gow, Jun. Andantino. Far over yon hills of the heath-er sae green, And down by the cor- rie that sings to the sea, The bon-ny young Flo-ra sat sigh-ing her lane, The dew on her plaid, and the tear in her ee. She look'd at a boat, with the breez-es that swung, A gallant and young, Fare - weel to the lad I shall ne'er see a - gain. The moor-cock that craws on the brow of Ben He kens o' his bed in a sweet mossy hame; me. The target is torn from the arms of the just, The helmet is cleft on the brow of the brave, The claymore for ever in darkness must rust; But red is the sword of the stranger and slave. Why slept the red bolt in the breast of the cloud, WE ALL LOVE A PRETTY GIRL UNDER THE ROSE. Moderato. Oons! neigh-bour, ne'er blush for a tri-fle like this! What harm with a fair one to toy and to kiss? The great-est and grav-est, a truce with grim-ace, Would do the same thing, would do the same thing, would do the same thing, were they in the same place. No age or pro-fes-sion, no sta-tion is free,-To so-ve-reign beauty man - kind bends the knee; That power, resist-less, no strength can op-pose,-We all love a pretty girl un-der the rose, un-der the rose, un-der the rose; We all love a pret-ty girl un-der the rose. PADDY SHANNON. Moderato. Pad-dy Shan-non, high mounted on his trot-ing little po-ny, Set off in a gallop from Leather Lane to Bow, To o-gle wid-ow Wil-kins, whom he courted for her mo-ney, And, tug-ging, at his bri-dle, cried, 'Whoa,my love,wnoa!' Beneath her bow window Young Shannon took his sta-tion,-The night it was dark, so he whis-per'd, 'Yo! ho!' Then he sweet-ly se- re-na-ded her, with 'Whack,now bo - de - ra-tion, Missis Wil-kins won't you mar-ry me?' 'No,my love, no;''Mis-sis Wil-kins, won't you mar-ry me?' 'No, my love, no,' |