Allegretto. REMEMBER, LOVE, REMEMBER. Composed by Parke. 'Twas ten o' - clock one moon-light night, I e-ver shall re mem-ber, When ev'ry star shone twink-ling bright In frosty dark De cem-ber, When at the win-dow, tap, tap, tap, I heard a cer-tain well-known rap, And with it these words most clear, 'Re-mem-ber, Ten o'clock, my dear; re- mem-ber, love, My mother doz'd before the fire, re-mem-ber.' And did I heed a treat so sweet? O! yes, for mark the warning, And there we met, no more to part, To twine for ever hand and heart: And since that day, in wedlock join'd, The window shutter brings to mind,'Remember, love, remember.' O, THINK NOT THAT THE FAIREST FACE. Mozart's Das Madchen und der Vogel,' arranged by Muzio Clementi, to the Poetry of David Thomson. Allegretto. O, think not that the fair est face Which ere my eye can see Thy 2 image from my heart can chase, Or make me wish 'twere free ! The bright est Allegro. THE WORLD IS A WELL-FURNISH'D TABLE. content with a little, Enough is as good as a feast, Enough, e-nough is as good as a feast. THE ADVENTURES OF MAJOR LONGBOW, OR 'PON MY WORD IT'S TRUE-WHAT WILL YOU LAY IT'S A LIE? A-ther walk or fly;- Up-on my life it's true,- What will you lay it's a e? I swam from Dublin Bay, To the middle of the sea, With three men on my back, For, damme! there's nothing hurts me. I fought a shark on my way, And bung'd up his left eye; Upon my life it's true, What will you lay it's a lie? I met a ship in distress, Bumping among the rocks; I lifted her up (you may guess), And carried her safe in the docks. There I drank a whole puncheon of rum, Eat an ox and a half-or nigh;Upon my life it's true, What will you lay it's a lie? To the mermaids, taught the quadrilles, They danc'd and got so hot, I toasted a whale on a fork; Drank thirty dozen of wine, In the time you could draw a cork; Pick'd my teeth with a Unicorn's horn, Which by chance came trotting by -Upon my life it's true, What will you lay it's a lie? I went to a play in Florence, Where I saw such a tragedy fellow, From the boxes, tears fell in such torrents, In the pit I put up my umbrella; But the tears fill'd the pit with water, Not a thread in any clothes was dry;Upon my life it's true, What will vou lay it's a lie. In the east I din'd with a friend, Where they have no window-sashes; The sunbeams euter'd the room, And burn'd his wife to ashes :'Sweep your mistress away,' said he; 'Bring wine for my friend and I';Upon my life it's true, What will you lay it's a lie? I came home on a congreve-rocket; So swift the seas I cross'd, That, only for Nelson's pillar, Dear London I'd surely lost; With joy, shook hands with the statue, Cpon my life it's true, What will vou lay it's a lie? SAW YE MY WEE THING. The Poetry by Hector Macneil.-The Music as sung by Mr. Wilson. ripe lips, and sweet-er than ro-ses;- Whar could my 'I saw nac your wee thing, I saw nae your ain Nor saw I your true love down on yon lea; Dark was the blue o' her saft-rollin' ee; wee thing wander frae me?' It was, then, your true love I met on the lea: Wild flash'd the fire frae his red-rollin' ee :- Defend ye, fause traitor! for loudly ye lie.' THE BRAES O' GLENIFFER. KEEN blaws the wind ower the braes o' Gleniffer, The mavis sang sweet frae the green birken-tree; And now it is winter wi' nature and me. And naething is seen but the wide-spreading The trees are a' bare, and the birds mute and dowie, They shake the cauld drift frae their wings as they And chirp out their plaints, seeming wae for my 'Tis winter wi' them and 'tis winter wi' me. Yon cauld fleecy cloud skiffs alang the bleak mountain, And shakes the dark firs on the steep rocky brae, While down the deep glen brawls the snaw-flooded fountain, That murmured sae sweet to my laddie and me. It's na its loud roar, on the wintry winds swellin', It's na the cauld blast brings the tear to my A LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE. Composed by Henry Russell; and published in Davidson's Cheap and Uniform Edition of his Compositions. Vivarc. To the Melody of A Life on the Ocean Wave.'-Published in Davidson's Cheap Edition of the Songs of A life by de galley fire, the Ethiopian Serenaders. An' a home in de ole caboose, Is de one I much admire, As I cook de captain's goose. A life by de galley fire, &c. An' when dese Nigs on board A life by de galley fire &c. Wid a slice of de pickle ham, An' dere, till de eight-bell strike, Wid all tings nice I cram. A life by de galley fire, &c. |