To arms, once more, to arms! the cry 'Twas post meridian, half-past four The hardy Norseman's house of yore ... 'Twas one morn, when the wind from the northward blew keenly Tom Tackle was noble-was true to his word... When a boy, Harry Bluff left his friends and his home 164 40 122 ... 179 190 ... 253 187 When 'tis night, and the mid-watch is come 200 Be mine, dear maid; this faithful heart ... Farewell, my dear Mary, the beam of thy beauty : 206 49 124 129 180 250 63 35 90 144 29 34 185 29 62 69 I have listen'd to your song... 122 ... I have said that I would love thee 126 I rise from dreams of thee 139 I do not ask to offer thee a timid love like mine 150 Not for thee-thou false one, never She walks in beauty like the night Should he upbraid, I'll own that he'd prevail. Thy favourite bird is soaring still 197 255 87 The fountains mingle with the river ... 244 When the summer sun is shining When the glowworm gilds the elfin bower Dear Tom, this brown jug that now foams with mild ale I am a friar of orders grey ... Let dukes keep their racers, my lord have his stud ... SONGS OF HOME. Deep in a vale a cottage stood 155 202 I had knock'd out the dust from my pipe t'other night 37 ... 153 128 And this is the mill-stream that ten years ago Our fire on the turf, and our tent 'neath a tree ... The summer is come! the summer is come! COMIC AND SATIRICAL. A peacock came, with his plumage gay A fond youth serenaded his love ... Cried William when just come from sea "Have you heard the strange news just come down, Gaffer Green ?" In the days of creation, when Jove was allotting "Oh! if I had a thousand a-year, Gaffer Green". ... Oh! why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Grey? There was a jolly miller once The little lane, the greenwood lane ... The bee loves the flower, and the wind loves the sea The Pope he leads a happy life... Will nobody come to the mistletoe bough? Where the breeze with the blossom was playing Who'll buy my roses ?-they're fresh and they're fair.. You are going far away... ... 20 89 250 142 140 27 81 145 134 174 218 188 22 32 80 88 135 155 8 82 128 44 SCOTCH. Argyle is my name... Allen-a-Dale has no faggot for burning Is there for honest poverty... My Highland home, where tempests blow 228 248 192 196 81 173 193 25 28 211 "Oh! where, and oh! where is your Highland laddie gone ?" 237 Thou lingering star, with lessening ray The red moon is up o'er the moss-cover'd mountain "Whar hae ye been a' day ?" Wilt thou be my dearie? Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon... Kathleen, mavourneen, the grey dawn is breaking Oh! the moments were sad when my love and I parted Och hone! and what will I do ?... ... So, my Kathleen, you're going to leave me There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin... GLEES, DUETS, AND MADRIGALS. A garden is my lady's face ... ... ... PAGE 89 131 107 ... 119 97 163 212 218 102 186 231. 243 Blow, warder, blow thy sounding horn 235 Dear Fanny, you told me one day 16 Dame Durden kept five serving girls... 60 Good night, good night, beloved! Glorious Apollo from on high beheld us Hail to the chief who in triumph advances I know a maiden fair to see... In the merry old time of our ancestors In going to my lonely bed Down in a flow'ry vale, all on a summer morning.. 240 144 189 192 189 165 232 239 242 ... 181 The winds whistle cold... List, dearest, list, 'tis the nightingale calling. Lo! where with flow'ry head Mynheer Vandunck, though he never got drunk My mistress is as fair as fine Oh, ye tears! oh, ye tears! Oh, don't you remember the beautiful glade Oh! bold Robin Hood is a forester good. O who will ride o'er the Downs so free O, by rivers, by whose falls... Patter, patter! Let it pour... Slowly and softly music should flow. Sleep, gentle lady, the flowers are closing When Bibo thought fit from the world to retreat... 235 237 24 43 47 237 47 77 16-1 165 10 233 MISCELLANEOUS. Adieu, my native land, adieu! A song for the fields, for the merry green fields An old man saw a little child PAGE Autumn leaves lie strew'd around me here And this is the mill-stream that ten years ago ... ... ... Bear and forbear, whatsoe'er be your station Cheer, boys, cheer! no more of idle sorrow Deep in a vale a cottage stood Dear boy, throw that icicle down Farewell to the mountain Fast and fair the stars were springing 18 73 79 3 138 Give me the grasp that is warm, kind, and ready. Go, lovely rose! Go ask the roses why they bloom Go, breeze that sweeps the orange grove... ... In the days of creation, when Jove was allotting I love a dear old country face I had a dream of beauty ... my youth 98 ... 45 I heard the trailing garments of the night |