She knew that she was dying, O'er her beauty's blighted bloom- To the cold world's cruel scorn- Yet she thought of him alone. She sigh'd when he caress'd her, For she knew that they must part; She spoke not when he press'd her, To his young and panting heartThe banners wav'd around her, And she heard the bugle's sound; They pass'd and strangers found her Cold and lifeless on the ground. wwwwww... THE QUEEN OF MERRY ENGLAND. O! THE queen of merry England, A gallant band may she command, O! the queen, &c. O! the queen of merry England, Shall twine with Erin's shamrock, While the thistle of Scotland, Oh! the queen of merry England, O! the queen, &c. O! the queen of merry England, O! the queen, &c. To the queen of merry England Hurrah! hurrah! the toast is, Victoria! three times three: Long may she live, the pride of the world, Victoria, fair and free! O! the queen, &c. MEET ME, MISS MOLLY MALONE. MEET me, Miss Molly Malone, At the grove at the end of the vale; But be sure that you don't come alone, Bring a pot of your master's strong ale; THE ROSE-BUD OF SUMMER. WHEN the rose-bud of summer its beauties bestowing, On winter's rude blasts all its sweetness shall pour, And the sunshine of day in night's darkness be glowing. Oh, then, dearest Ellen, I'll love you no more., When of hope the last spark, which thy smile loves to cherish, In my bosom shall die, and its splendour be o'er, And the pulse of that heart which adores you shall · perish, Oh, then, dearest Ellen, I'll love you no more. I NEVER SAYS NOTHING TO NOBODY. WHAT a shocking world this is for scandal! To take folk's good name away. The sad faults of others to show body; 'Tis a snug little house I reside in, And the people who're living next door, But outside of doors they don't roam, The butcher so greasy and fat, As if he supreme ruled the roast. The baker lives quite in great style, He's been pull'd up three times for short weight, The publican thriving in trade, His wife is a deuce of a shrew body, But I never says nothing to nobody. A methodist parson of fame, His heart is fill'd full of love's flame, And surely he's but a so-so body, I could tell, if I lik'd, such a ta, Of neighbours all round great and small; That surely I think without fail, Would really astonish ye all. With a nice bit of beef and some bread, 'Tis the loveliest tit-bit e'er seen. Then meet me, Miss Molly Malone. Pastry may do for the gay, Old maids may find comfort in tea; But there's something about ham and beef, That agrees a deal better with me. Remember my cupboard is bare, Then come, if my dear life you prize; I'd have lived the last fortnight on air, But you sent me two nice mutton pies. Then meet me, Miss Molly Malone. THE LIGHT GUITAR. LEAVE the gay and festive scene, Then as we watch the ling ring rays, I'll tell thee how the steed drew nigh, But if my tale should make thee sigh, I'll sing the song of happier days, And strike the light, the light Guitar. |