Farewell, dear village, oh, farewell! Thy spires yet glad my aching eyes, Adieu, my native, &c. In vain through shades of frowning night, I view thy beacons now no more. That peace which fate denies me here. Adieu, my native, &c. CEASE YOUR FUNNING. CEASE your funning, Never shall my heart trepan; Are but malice, To seduce my constant man. By their flirting, Women oft have envy shown; Pleas'd to ruin, Others wooing, Never happy in their own. HERE'S THE BOWER. HERE'S the bow'r she lov'd so much, Where's the hand to wreathe them? Songs around neglected lie, Where's the lips to breathe them? Spring may bloom, but she we lov'd Years were days when here she stray'd, LOVE IN THE HEART. WHAT is it that drives the red rose from the cheek, And what bids the soul the emotion declare, THE BANNER OF WAR. BEHOLD the Britannia! how stately and brave For empire design'd, o'er the turbulent waves! Yet love in a true Briton's heart, And the fair cheek of beauty with tears is impearl'd, On the shore how alert, how intrepid the crew; Yet one tear ere the heroes depart, One sigh shall be drawn from the heart: One kiss on the cheek which sweet sorrow's impearl'd, When the banner, the banner of war is unfurl'd. Now forth to the conquest! the battle swells high, Hark! the sons of Britannia, "to victory!" cry, Then peaceful again to their home, No more the fair cheek shall with tears be impearl'd, THE BRAVE OLD OAK. A SONG to the Oak, the brave old Oak, Here's health and renown to his broad green crown, There's fear in his frown, when the sun goes down, And he sheweth his might on a wild midnight, And still flourish he a hale green tree, In the days of old when the spring with cold, Through the grass at his feet, crept maidens sweet, And on that day to the rebeck gay, They frolicked with lovesome swains; They are gone, they are dead, in the churchyard laid, But the tree it still remains. Then here's, &c. He saw the rare times, when the Christmas chimes Was a merry sound to hear, When the squire's wide hall, and the cottage small Were filled with good English cheer. Now gold hath the sway, we all obey, And a ruthless king is he, But he never shall send, our ancient friend, To be tossed on the stormy sea. Then here's, &c. HE WAS SUCH A NICE YOUNG MAN. If pity dwell within your breast, Of love that breaks young ladies' rest, His form is ever in my sight, Forget I never can, I'm haunted by him day and night, Twas at a ball held in the west, The dance now o'er, my hand he took, And sighing, gave me such a look, He was such a nice young man. When growing late about to leave, Then quick he hurried from the room, His kindness quite o'erpower'd me, As thro' the hall we went along, His card emboss'd he handed me, My stars! thought I, O here's a chance, Next morning drest and breakfast done, The hall-door bell was loudly rung, I thought I should have died with fright, A gentleman, Miss, waits below, Almost I'd sunk 'twixt hope and fear, Guess my surprise him now to hear |