132 COME, LANDLORD, FILL A FLOWING BOWL. COME, landlord, fill a flowing bowl, Come, landlord, &c. He that drinks strong beer, Lives as he ought to live, Come, landlord, &c. Brandy cures the gout, The cholic, and the phthysic; So it is to all men The very best of physic. Come, landlord, &c. He that courts a pretty girl, And courts her for his pleasure, Is a fool if he marry her Without stores of treasure, Come, landlord, &c. So now let us dance and sing. And drive away all sorrow, For perhaps we may not Meet again to-morrow. Come landlord, &c. THE ROSE OF ALLANDALE. THE morn was fair-the skies were clear No breath came o'er the sea, When Mary left her Highland cot, And wander'd forth with me: Though flowers deck'd the mountain side, By far the sweetest flower there Was the Rose of Allandale, &c. Where'er I wander'd, east or west, A solace still was she to me When tempests lash'd our gallant bark, One maiden form withstood the storm, "Twas the Rose of Allandale, &c. And when my fever'd lips were parch'd She whisper'd hopes of happiness My life had been a wilderness, Had fate not link'd my lot to her's, The rose of Allandale, &c. I SHALL NEVER SEE HER MORE. AND has she then fail'd in her truth? Shall I never again hear her voice, Nor see her lov'd form any more? No, no, no, I shall never see her more. Ah, Selima, cruel you prove? Yet sure my hard lot you'll bewail; I could not presume you would love, Yet pity I hop'd would prevail. And since hatred alone I inspire, I give myself up to despair. MEET ME BY MOONLIGHT. MEET me by moonlight alone, I would show the night-flowers their queen; Nay, turn not away thy sweet head, "Tis the loveliest ever was seen. Oh! meet me by moonlight alone. Daylight may do for the gay, The thoughtless, the heartless, the free; For though dearly the moonlight I prize, I care not for all in the air, If I want the sweet light of your eyes. SOON as the sun his early ray Across the misty mountain flings; Our journey's long, the mountain steep, At fall of eve, his labour o'er, He homeward hastes, and sings with glee; My mules speed to my cottage door, For there my Lilla waits for me. There's many a league yet to be pass'd, AN OLD MAN WOULD BE WOOING. An old man would be wooing, She sung till he was dozing- Then kneeling, trembling, creeping- An old man, &c. THE CONQUERING HERO. SEE! the conq'ring hero comes See the god-like youth advance! THE BONNIE ENGLISH ROSE. OLD England's emblem is the rose, And England's daughters are as fair What son of hers who hath not lov'd Some bonnie English rose? The bonnie English rose, The bonnie English rose, What son of hers who hath not lov'd Some bonnie English rose. Who hath not heard of one sweet flow'r, The first amongst the fair, For whom the best of British hearts, O! may it never be her lot, To lose that sweet repose, That peace of mind which blesses now The bonnie English rose. The bonnie English rose, The bonnie English rose, That peace of mind which blesses now The bonnie English rose. If any bold enough there be, To war 'gainst England's isle, They soon shall find from British hearts, What charms hath woman's smile; |