I AM A BRISK AND SPRIGHTLY LAD. I am a brisk and sprightly lad, But just come home from sea, sir: Of all the lives I ever led, A sailor's life for me, sir! Yeo, yeo, yeo, yeo, yeo, yeo, yeo, yeo! Whilst the boat-swain pipes all hands, With yeo, yeo, yeo, yeo, yeo, sir! What girl but loves the merry tars, Who o'er the ocean roam, sir? In ev'ry clime we find a port, In ev'ry port a home, sir. Yeo, yeo, &c. But when our country's foes are nigh, Each hastens to his gun, sir; w We make the boasting Frenchmen fly, FROM ALOFT THE SAILOR LOOKS. Allegro non Troppo. fo Composed by S. Storace. From a loft the sailor looks a- round, And hears below the murm'-ring bil-lows courage wants no whet, but he springs the sail to set, With a heart as fresh as rising OVER THE WATER TO CHARLIE. Allegretto. Come boat me ower, come row me ower, come boat me ower to Char he; I'n ower the wa-ter and ower the sea, We'll ower the water to Char-lie; Come LAST MAY A BRAW WOOER CAM' DOWN THE LANG GLEN. Scottish Melody; the Words by Robert Burns. Lively. Last May a braw woo- er cam' down the lang glen, And sair wi' his love And wha but my braw fickle wooer was there, Wha glowr'd as he had seen a warlock. He spak' o' the darts o' my bonny black e'en, I said he micht dee when he liked for Jean; A weel-stockit mailin', himsel for the laird, But, what wad ye think, in a fortnicht or less Out ower my left shouther I gi'ed him a blink, My wooer he caper'd as he'd been in drink, I speir'd for my cousin, fou couthie and sweet, And how my auld shoon fitted her shauchled feet ▾ He begged, for gudesake! I wad be his wife, In Scotland, when a cast-off lover pays his addresses to a new mistress, that new mistress is said to have got the muld shoon (old shoes) of the former one. Here the metaphor is made to carry an extremely Ingenious sarcasm a* the clumsiness of the new mistress's person. LOVE'S CALL; OR, YOUNG AGNES. A Serenade, from Auber's Opera of Fra Diavolo.-Published by Davidson. Andantino. call, O! list ye to love's bear a thorn, And time is on the wing, And time is on the wing, time is Andantino. FAREWELL, SWEET. The Poetry by H. F. Heathcote; the Music by C. Gilfert. faith-less be; Or that ab-sence can disse - ver Ties that bind me, love, to thee. O! 'tis rapture to be near thee- Absence shall the more endear thee w Hope each anxious care shall lighten THE HAPPY DAYS OF CHILDHOOD. The Poetry by George Pendrill; the Music by Henry Russell.-Published in Davidson's Cheap and Uniform Edition of his Compositions. Andante Affetuoso. |