to our coun-try's cause; Li-ber-ty in-vites us, Li-ber-ty unites us, Hon-our

Where the eagle soareth,

Where the torrent poureth,

Where the tempest roareth,

Freedom's host shall be.

Li-berty.

Every land shall hear them,
Every echo cheer them,
Every breeze shall bear them
Shouts of victory.

See the foe before us, &c.

Vivace.

THE CARRIER-PIGEON.

American Melody.-The Poetry by Percival.-The Music by P. K. Morgan.

Come hi-ther, thou beau-ti - ful ro - ver, Thou wan-d'rer of earth and of

Who bear-est the sighs of a

lover, And bring-est him news of his fair:

air;

O perch on my hand, dear-est
Here is bread of the whitest and sweetest,
And there is a sip of red wine;
Though thy wing is the lightest and fleetest,
'Twill be fleeter when nerv'd by the vine:
I have written on rose-scented paper,
With thy wing, a soft billet-doux;

I have melted the wax in love's taper,-
"Tis the colour of true hearts' sky-blue.

min-ion, And turn up thy bright eye and peck.
I have fasten'd it under thy pinion,
With a blue ribbon round thy soft neck ;-

So go from me, beautiful minion,

While the pure ether shows not a speck.
Like a cloud in the dim distance fleeting,
Like an arrow he hurries away:
And, farther and farther retreating,
He is lost in the clear blue of day.

wreck'd as he was home-ward bound, With in a league of En-gland's coast,

Love sav'd him sure from be-ing drown'd, For all the crew but Tom was lost.

His strength restor'd, Tom hied with speed,
True to his love as e'er was man;
Naught had he sav'd, naught did he need,
Rich he in thoughts of lovely Nan.
But scarce five miles had poor Tom got,
When he was press'd;-he heav'd a sigh,
And said, though cruel was his lot,
Ere flinch from duty he would die.'
In fight Tom Starboard knew no fear;
Nay, when he lost an arm, resign'd,
Said, love for Nan, his only dear,

Had sav'd his life, and fate was kind.'

The war being ended, Tom return'd,-
His lost limb serv'd him for a joke;
For still his manly bosom burn'd

With love-his heart was heart of oak.
Ashore, in haste Tom nimbly ran

To cheer his love-his destin'd bride;
But false reports had brought to shore,
Six months before, that Tom had died.
With grief she daily pin'd away,-
No remedy her life could save,
And Tom arriv'd the very day
They laid his Nancy in the grave.

BARNEY BRALLAGHAN'S COURTSHIP.
The Words by T. Hudson; the Music by J. Blewitt.

'Twas on a win-dy night, At two o'-clock in the morn-ing,

tight, All wind and weather scorn-ing, At Ju-dy Cal-laghan's door, Sit-ting up-on the

pa-lings, His love tale he did pour, And this was part of his wail-lings: On ly say

-의

You'll have Mis-ter Bral-la-ghan; Don't say nay, Charming Ju-dy Cal-laghan. On

THE VILLAGE SMITHY.

The Poetry translated from the German of Korner; the Music by Godfried Weber.

Shel-ter'd well by friend-ly moun-tains, Wash'd by clear and cool-ing fountains, In a

still and green, Love-lier hamlet ne'er was seen, Love-lier hamlet ne'er was seen.

LOVE'S RECRUITING.

Composed by J. Barnett.

pair! 'List with Love! 'List, 'list with Love! 'List with love! 'List, 'list with Love!

'Come, maidens,-to Love's camp repair,

Enrol yourselves recruits;

But of deserting, ah! beware,

Love each deserter shoots ;

'List, 'list with Love!'

Beneath Love's gallant banner, then

Enlisted many a tender maid,
But found, when she'd go home again,
Smart-money sore she paid.
Fly, fly, from Love.

TOM STEADY.

Composed by M. P. King.

Allegro Moderato.

Tom Stea-dy left his

na - tive shore, In search of gold to roam; And

vow'd he would re- turn no more, To her he lov'd at home, To her he lov'd at

home, Till For tune smil'd up on his fate, And gave him wealth for