Moderato. JACK AND I SAW THEM NO MORE. Jack and I were both mess-mates a long time at sea, And ma-ny's the battle we've fought; Yet fear, d'ye mind, ne-ver touch'd him or me, Tho' oft on our sweet-hearts we shore; And the an-gel of truth did our love-vows en rol, Though Jack and I saw them no more, And the an-gel of truth did our love-vows en rol, Though Jack and I · more, no saw them no more, no more; though Jack and I saw them no more. Two landsmen, to win their affections, d'ye see, Larghe o. THE GRASP OF A FRIEND. The Poetry by William Jones.-The Music by Donizetti. 'Tis friendship and worth That en dear us to earth, And smi-ling -ly bright-en our way: All the sor-rows of life, And its feverish strife, The care of a friend will al Yes 'tis the bro-ther-ly clasp Of a warm friendly grasp That tells his de - vo- tion and love. maid who seeks my heart Cheeks of rose untouch'd by art? will own the colour true, When yield-ing blush-es aid their hue, When yield-ing blush es aid their hue. loves and rides a way, a way, a-way, a way,-He loves and he rides a - way. CHUNDAH'S SONG. A Hindostanee Melody, adapted by James Knox; the Poetry paraphrased from Sir W. Jones's Translation of the Persian of Hafiz. MRS. WADDLE OF CHICKABIDDY LANE. Moderato. Mrs. Wad-dle was a wi-dow, and she got no little gain; She kept a tripe and trot - ter shop in Chick-a-bid-dy Lane; Her next door neighbour, take a cup of tea, With a tick a Mrs. Waddle put her chintz on, and sent for Sammy Sprig, The titivating barber, to frizify her wig; Tommy Tick he dress'd in pompadour, with double-channel'd pumps, And look'd, when he'd his jazy on, just like the Jack of Trumps. With a tick a tee, tick a tee, &c. Mrs. Waddle came in time for tea, and down they sat together, They talk'd about the price of things, the fashion, and the weather: She stay'd to supper, too-for Tommy Tick, without a doubt, ['em out.' Was none of them that axes you to 'tea and turn With a tick a tee, tick a tee, &c. tee, tick a tee, tick a tick a tee. Thus Tommy Tick, he won her heart, and they were married fast, [could not last: But all so loving were at first, 'twas thought it They'd words, and with a large cow-heel she gave him such a wipe, [of tripe. And he return'd the compliment with half a yard With a tick a tee, tick a tee, &c. She took him to the justice such cruelty to cease, Who bound the parties over to keep the public peace; [muggy weather, But Mrs. Tick, one day, inflam'd with max and She with a joint-stool broke the peace and Tom my's head together. SPOKEN.] There he lay, with about a dozen cow-heels round him-singing, Tick a tee, tick a tee, &c. THE RICHEST PRINCE. The Poetry translated from the German of Korner; the Music composed by Wolff. Allegretto. In a state-ly hall at Worms one day, Sate German Princes four; With many :8: speeches counted they Their lands and treasures o'er, Their lands and trea-sures o'er. And first the prince of Saxony Extoll'd his rich domain: 'My mountains teem with silver,' said he, In many a deep, dark vein.' "Behold my land's luxuriance!' said The elector of the Rhine; 'The valleys with golden grain o'erspread, On the mountains noble wine.' 'Great cities, rich cloisters, all must agree,' Said Lewis, Bavaria's lord, 'Are prouder treasures: then to me The palm ye must accord.' Old Eberhardt, with beard of snow, 'Old count, we yield the palm to thee; Thy land bears jewels divine!' THE VILLAGE BELLS, OR MAY-DAY. Written and composed by Thomas Welsh. Allegretto. The village bells ring merrily round, And jo - cund sings each swain; The |