Allegretto. WHEN MY VERY FIRST DAY. When my very first day to the field I had got, I dis- co-ver'd great Poetry by George Soane, A.B., to the Music of E l'Assiria,' in Verdi's Opera of Nabucodonosor, or Nino.-Published by Davidson. OUR WAY ACROSS THE MOUNTAINS. The Poetry by George Soane, A.B.; the Music by Henry Russell.-Published in Davidson's Cheap and Uniform Edition of his Compositions. Con Anima. Spring has vi'-lets blue, all be-sprent with dew, And the summer's song rings cheer -i-ly;-And win-ter is chill, yet I love him still, For he ne'er to me looks wea-ri - ly, As sing - ing we go, Our way across the mountains, ho! ho! ho! Our way across the moun-tains; ho! ho ho ho! ho! When winds are loud, and the gath'-ring cloud Pour-eth the show-er, drea-ri- ly, How it glad-dens the eye if the fire we ad lib. spy, From the cot-tage bla-zing mer-ri ly, O! When our way is past, and the fire at last Gives a wel-comehome right glow-ing-ly, More plea -sant the shout "of the storm with-out, While the wine is streaming flow-ing-ly. Then sing-ing we go, Our way a cross the mountains. ho! ho! ho! Our way across the mountains, ho! HEAR ME, LOVE. Poetry by George Soane, A.B., to the Music of Through the Forests,' in Weber' Opera of Der Freyschutz.-Published by Davidson. Moderato. Hear me, love- a mo-ment hear me; Let us not in anger part; I'M GOIN' OBER DE MOUNTAIN. Music by Henry Russell.-Published in Davidson's Cheap and Uniform Edition of his Compositions.. Jack buying hosses did engage, Took up a knife to blow him brains out. One morning Jack, as sure as you're born, One morning, when dis nigger rose, bear! On earth a - lone to pass her hours, And af- ter -wards lead apes down No offer yet! no offer yet! I'm sure I cannot make it out For ev'ry beau my cap I set: What, what, what are the men about? They don't propose! they won't propose ! I wish they'd try-for, Heav'n knows, Not married yet! not married yet! O! MY LOVE'S LIKE THE RED, RED ROSE. Andantino. O my love's like the red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June: O! my love's like the melody, That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bon-nie lass, So deep in love am I, And I will love thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry, Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. O! I will love thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry. |