If my sweet William, if my sweet William William, who high upon the yard 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; We only part to meet again; 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, sails 8 mong your crew?' In ev'ry port a mistress find ;- Thy eyes are seen in diamonds bright, Thy skin in ivory so white;Thus ev'ry beauteous object that I view Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely Sue Though battle calls me from thy arms, Let not my pretty Susan mourn; Though cannons roar, yet, safe from harms, William shall to his dear return ;Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye. The boatswain gave the dreadful word, The sails their swelling bosom spread, No longer must she stay on board: 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. THE POET'S BLESSING. The Words translated from the German of Uhland, and adapted, expressly for this work, to an As I roam'd the fields a-long, listen-ing to the lin-net's song, I be-held an old man there Toiling hard with hoa-ry hair: Bless-ings on this field!' I cried; Such a faith-ful labour-er's pride! Bless-ings on this wither'd hand, Scattering seed along the land !' Answer'd me, his look severe, 'Friend! these songs of lighter hours 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. When I'm dead and gone a - way, Let my thirsty sub-jects say, 'A month he reign'd, but that was 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 mar-ried and a'; And is na she very weel aff, Her mother then hastily spak: E'en tak to your wheel, and be clever, Tocher and havings sae sma';- To be woo'd, and married, and a'.' 'Toot, toot!' quo' the gray-headed father, Locks the wind us'd to blaw; To be woo'd, and mar-ried, and a'. (Weel waled were his wordies, I ween), 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; Married and carried awa'; WOO'D, AND MARRIED, AND A'. 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, He took, and he sat down beside her, A weel and a reel for to ca'; She cried, Was he that way to guide her? And out at the door and awa. Wooed, and married, &c. The first road she gaed was her mither, Wha said,Lassie, how gaes a'?' Quo she, 'Was it for nae ither That I was married awa, But to be set down to a wheelie, And at it for ever to ca'? And syne to hae't reel'd by a chieldie Wooed, and married, &c. Her mither said till her, 'Hech, lassie! Sae lang's ye hae youdith and vigour, Nor gang sae white-finger'd and braw; Wooed, and married, &c. Young luckie thus fand hersel mither'd, And wish'd she had ne'er come awa; At length wi' hersel she consider'd, That hameward 'twas better to draw, And e'en tak a chance o' the landin', However that matters might fa': Folk maunna on freits aye be standin', That's wooed, and married, and a'. 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 way on the wave, like a bird of the main, And aye as it lessen'ed, she sigh'd and she The moor-cock that craws on the brow of Ben Connel, He kens o' his bed in a sweet mossy hame; The eagle that soars on the cliffs of Clanronald, Unawed and unhunted, his eyrie can claim ; The solan can sleep on his shelve of the shore, The cormorant roost on his rock of the sea; But, O! there is ane whose hard fate I deplore,Nor house, ha', nor hame, in his country has he. The conflict is past, and our name is no more; There's naught left but sorrow for Scotland and me. the lad I shall ne'er see a - gain. But red is the sword of the stranger and slave. The hoof of the horse, and the foot of the proud, Have trod o'er the plumes on the bonnet of blue: 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, re- sist-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 gal - lop 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,' |