LUCY NEAL. As sung by the Ethiopian Serenaders.-Published by Davidson. Neal, O poor Lu-cy Neal! If I had you One night de Niggers gabe a ball; Miss Lucy Dere was no darkee in de hall could dance like She us'd to go out wid us, picking cotton in de And dere's whare fust I fell In lub wid my sweet Miss Lucy she was taken ill, how bad it makes me feel! De doctors' dey did gib her up-alas! poor Lucy Neal! by my side, how hap-py I should feel! Dey bore her from my bosom, but de wound dey cannot heal: And my heart, my heart is breaking, for I lub'd sweet Lucy Neal. O! yes, and when I'm dying, and dark visions round me steal, De last low murmur ob dis life shall be, sweet Lucy Neal. O poor Lucv Neal, &c. THE FINE OLD COLOUR'D GENTLEMAN. As sung by Henry Russell.-Published in Davidson's cheap and uniform Edition of his Compositions. Moderato. In Ten-nes-see, as I've heard say, dere once did us'd to dwell A fine old co-lour'd dar-ling, be-cause you know me well,-O! come a-long, my dar-ling, yha, yha, yha, yha, yha, yha! He had a good old banjo, and well he kept it When dis nigger took a snooze, 'twas in a nigger strung; crowd, And he us to sing de good old song, ob Go it while you're young;' He sung so long, and sung so loud, dat he scar'd de pigs and goats, For he often took a pint of yeast, to raise his upper notes. So come along, my darling, &c. And he us'd to keep dem all awake, because he slept so loud; Den de niggers held an inquest, when dey heard ob his deff, And de verdic' ob de jnry was, he died for want of breff. So come along, my darling, &c. sick, and Ja-mie at the sea, And My faither cou'd na wark, my mither cou'd na spin I toil'd day and night, but their bread I could na win; [his ee, Auld Rob maintain'd 'em baith, and wi' tears in Said, Jennie, for their sakes, oh marry me.' My heart it said nay, for I look'd for Jamie back, But the wind it blew hard, and the ship was a wrackThe ship was a wrack, why did na Jamie dee? Or why was I spared to cry, Wae's me! My faither urged me sair, my mither did na speak, But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to break : [sea, They gi'ed him my hand, though my heart was at auld Robin Gray cam' a court-ing to me. So Auld Robin Gray is gudeman to me! I had na been a wife a week but four, 4naante. COMIN' THRO' THE RYE. Gin a bo-dy meet a body Comin' thro' the rye; Gin a body kiss a body, Need a body cry? Ilka lassie has a laddie, Ne'er a ane hae I; But a' the lads they lo'e me weel, And what the war' am I? MEET ME IN THE GROVE. The Words by G. L. Saunders; the Music by S. D. Saunders, of the Academie Roya, Paris. Published by Davidson. Su-san dear, I'm on-ly thine; Then meet me in the grove, Where the ro- ses gently blow, And lis-ten to my love. Su-san, when the world's at rest, ad lib. meet me, meet me, where The night-in-gale still builds her nest, De void of guile or THE MINIATURE. The Poetry by G. P. Morris; the Music by J. P. Knight.-Published by Davidson. William was hold-ing in his hand The likeness of his wife, sorb'd, de-light-ed, and a maz'd, This picture is yourself, dear Jane- I've kiss'd it o'er and o'er again, 'And has it kiss'd you back, my dear?" Why, no, my love,' said he 'Then, William, it is very clear 'Tis not at all like me!' breast to a-dorn;-From the white-blossom'd sloe My dear Chloe request-ed A sprig, her fair breast to a - dorn: 'No, by Heavens !' I exclaim'd, 'may I With energy. perish, If ever I plant in that bo-som a thorn; No, by Heavens !' I ex plant in that bo - som claim'd, may I pe-rish, If ever I a thorn.' When I show'd her the ring, and implor'd her to marry, 'Yes, I'll consent,' she replied if you'll promise She blush'd like the dawning of morn:That no jealous rival shall laugh me to scorn.' I'M AFLOAT! The Music composed by Henry Russell.-Published by Davidson. above the pure air? I have rov'd thro' the world on thy bo-som, brave frown; But the great God protected, His shield-arm was firm, And the water-spout burst just a- stem or astern. O! I'm happier far, on the broad billow's foam, Than the, lord - ling who boasts the gay palace his home As bird in the |