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IT IS NOT FOR THINE EYE OF BLUE.
It is not for thine eye of blue,
Nor for thy dark and glossy hair,
Nor for thy lovely bosom fair
Thy placid and expansive brow,
Which burns with clear, and fervid glow,
THE CANADIAN BOAT SONG.
FAINTLY as toils the ev’ning chime,
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near, and the day-light's past.
Blow, breezes, blow, &c.
Blow, breezes, blow, &c.
PEACE BE TO THOSE WHO NOBLY BLEED.
PEACE be to those who nobly bleed,
In freedom and their country's cause,
Their charter'd liberties and laws.
Sweet vivid wreathes let maids entwine,
Their lives, &c.
THE LADY OF KIENAST TOWER.
It is the lady of Kienast Tower, of love she will not
hear; And she sits alone in her mountain-bower, though
woo'd by prince and peer ; For she hath made a vow in her pride, her husband
none to call, Save he who shall round her castle ride, on the edge
of its outer wall ! O! the castle-wall is narrow, and the castle-wall is
high ; And the brain would reel were you but to stand and
gaze on the gulf a-nigh! And the bones of many a rider bold lie whiť’ning
down in the dell, While that lady proud sits in her hall, and laughs as
all were well. It is Sir Albert, of Thuringy, who kneels to the mai
den now; She has looked but once on his dark blue eye, and she
rues her cruel vow;
She loves at last, and she shudders to see the knight
on his courser bound; But her fears were vain, for he gallops as free as though
it were listed ground. The lady hath donned her richest weeds, to greet that
champion bold, But he sits unmoved on his sable steed, and his speech
is careless and cold ; 'I married, last morn, a fairer bride, and, it single,
would not wed thee ; I peril'd my life but to humble thy pride, and to pu
nish thy cruelty !
My friend is the man I would copy through life,
Still happy in his station,
Nor heeds the snares,
Which vice and folly bring ;
Nightly singing cheerily, Dear to him his wife, his home, his country and his
king. His heart is enlarged, though his income is scant, He lessens his little for others that want ; Though his children's dear claims on his industry
press, He has something to spare for the child of distress.
He seeks no idle squabble,
To clear his way,
His honest views extend ; When he speaks 'tis verily,
When he smiles 'tis merrily; Dear to him his sport, his toil, his honour, and his
Relaxing from his labours,
With plain regale,
The happy hero see,
All his joys surrounding him,
BRIGHT Chanticleer proclaims the dawn,
And spangles deck the thorn,
The lark springs from the corn:
Fleet Towler leads the cry,
With a hey, ho, chevy,
This day a stag must die.
The laugh and joke prevail,
The dogs snuff up the gale ;
The upland wilds they sweep along,
O'er fields, through brakes they fly, The game is rous'd, too true the song, This day a stag must die.
With a hey, ho, &c. Poor stag, the dogs thy haunches gore,
The tears run down thy face,
His joys were in the chase ;
To win the blooming fair,
With a hey, ho, &c.
OH! THAT KISS. On Baltic billows rode my ship,
The boatswain loud was calling! On mine Paulina press'd her lip,
And said, while tears were falling, In foreign climes, 0 ! think on this !
Your heart let naught deprave it ;
As pure as when I gave it.
The kiss she gave at parting ;
And kept the tear from starting.
I did a seaman's duty;
And turn'd my eyes from beauty.
I heard, but ne'er believed it,
Oh! that kiss, &c.