We'll gie her meat, we'll gie her claise,
We'll be her comfort a' her days.'
The wee thing gies her hand and says,

'There, gang and ask my mammy.'

"Has she been to the kirk wi' thee,
My boy Tammy?"

"She has been to the kirk wi' me,
And the tear was in her ee:

For, oh, she's but a young thing,
Just come frae her mammy!"

DEAR OLD MOTHER ENGLAND.

C. JEFFERYS.]

ENGLAND.

[Music by S. GLOVER.

Dear old Mother England,
Happy Mother England,

To laud thy fame I breathe thy name,
And that's enough, dear England!
Let foreign tongues against thee rail,
And brother strive 'gainst brother,
Yet ill befall the recreant son

Who dare traduce his mother.
Dear old Mother England,
Happy Mother England,

To laud thy fame I breathe thy name,
And that's enough, dear England!

SCOTLAND.

Health to thee, old Scotland,

Blithe and bonnie Scotland!
The brave and free on land and sea
Revere thy name, dear Scotland!
Twin sisters are our British Isles,
Both famed in olden story;
And side by side each emulates
And boasts the other's glory.

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Health to thee, old Scotland!
Blithe and bonnie Scotland!

The brave and free on land and sea
Revere thy name, dear Scotland!

IRELAND.

Here's to good old Ireland,
Frank and fearless Ireland!
The dawning rays of happy days
Are shining on old Ireland.
Above her soon, O may

the noon

Its glories be revealing;

So shall they be, these sisters three, But one in heart and feeling. Here's to good old Ireland,

Frank and fearless Ireland! The dawning rays of happy days Are shining on old Ireland.

THE QUEEN.

Health to Queen Victoria!
Long life to Victoria!

On sea and shore all hearts adore
The name of good Victoria.
With ready hands and willing hearts
Our homage now we render;
And while her kingdoms own a man
She'll ne'er want a defender.

Health to Queen Victoria !

Long life to Victoria!

On sea and shore all hearts adore
The name of good Victoria!

DAME DURDEN.

[ANONYMOUS.]

Dame Durden kept five serving girls
To carry the milking-pail;

She also kept five labouring men
To use the spade and flail.

'Twas Moll and Bet, and Doll and Kate, and Dorothy Draggletail,

And John and Dick, and Joe and Jack, and Humphrey with his flail.

"Twas John kiss'd Molly,

And Dick kiss'd Betty,
And Joe kiss'd Dolly,

And Jack kiss'd Katty,
And Dorothy Draggletail,

And Humphrey with his flail.

And Kitty was a charming girl to carry the milkingpail.

Dame Durden in the morn so soon

She did begin to call;

To rouse her servants, maids and men,
She then began to bawl.

'Twas Moll and Bet, and Doll and Kate, and Dorothy

Draggletail,

And John and Dick, and Joe and Jack, and Humphrey with his flail.

'Twas John kiss'd Molly, &c.

"Twas on the morn of Valentine,

The birds began to prate,

Dame Durden's servants, maids and men,
They all began to mate.

'Twas Moll and Bet, and Doll and Kate, and Dorothy

Draggletail,

And John and Dick, and Joe and Jack, and Humphrey with his flail.

"Twas John kiss'd Molly,

And Dick kiss'd Betty,

And Joe kiss'd Dolly,

And Jack kiss'd Katty,

And Dorothy Draggletail,

And Humphrey with his flail,

And Kitty was a charming girl to carry the milking

pail.

I STILL LOVE THEE.

J. E. CARPENTER.]

[Music by S. GLOVER,

I still love thee, I still love thee,
I heed not what they say;

Though others may have tempted me,
I must my heart obey:

They tell me, when they hear thy name,
That it can never be;

I only know that, praise or blame,

I still love thee.

When first I loved I knew not then
Another claimed thy heart,
And bitter was the feeling when
I found that we must part;
But, though you never can be mine,
Speak kindly still to me,

And then my heart will ne'er repine-
I still love thee!

I still love thee, yet deem not now
That I thy love would share,
Or bid thee break thy plighted vow
To one, perchance, more fair;
I ask thee only to retain

Some gentle thoughts of me,
For I can never love again
As I love thee!

I'LL SING SWEET SONGS TO THEE.

J. E. CARPENTER.]

[Music by E. L. HIME.

When the summer sun is shining,
As the woods we rove along,
Iland-in-hand-like flowers entwining-
I will cheer thee with my song;
When the autumn winds are sighing,
And the leaves fall from the tree,
As we watch them round us lying
I will sing sweet songs to thee.

When thy brow looks pale with sorrow,
When thine eye lets fall the tear,
I will strive to cheer thy morrow,

For thou then wilt be more dear;
From thy brow each cloud shall vanish,
Clinging fondly still to me,
Every care my lays shall banish,
For I'll sing sweet songs to thec.

Of the past I'll weave a story
That shall still to thee be dear,
Songs of love and lays of glory,
Lofty dame and Cavalier;-
True hearts met that long had parted,
Legends old of land and sea,
Of the brave and gentle-hearted,-
I will sing sweet songs to thee.

THE GRASP OF FRIENDSHIP'S HAND.
J. M. MARTIN.]
[Music by W. WILSON.

Give me the grasp that is warm, kind, and ready,
Give me the grasp that is calm, true, and steady;
Give me the hand that will never deceive me-
Give me its grasp, that I aye may believe thee.
Soft is the palm of the delicate woman;
Hard is the hand of the rough, sturdy yeoman :
Soft palm or hard palm, it matters not-never,
Give me the hand that is friendly for ever!

Give me the hand that is true as a brother;
Give me the hand that has harm'd not another;
Give me the hand that has never foreswore it;
Give me its grasp, that I aye may adore it.
Lovely the palm of the fair blue-eyed maiden;
Horny the hand of the workman o'erladen;
Lovely or ugly, it matters not-never,
Give me the hand that is friendly for ever!