But oh! fell death's untimely frost, O pale, pale now, those rosy lips, And clos'd for aye the sparkling glance AND HAS SHE DISCHARGED THE SWEET YOUTH. AND has she discharged the sweet youth, Shall I never again hear his voice, Ah, no, Well-a-day for my cooky and me, With the king I am quite in disgrace; And has he, &c. WHEN FIRST LOVE CAME. WHEN first love came to dwell on earth, "Till heaven gave sweet marriage birth, In hoeing of de sugar, Or picking cotton, all de same, Wheel about, &c. At last I went to seek my fortune, Left ole shoes behind me, my And off I ran away. I come to a riber, Wheel about, &c. Which I couldn't git across, So I gid a couple of shillings For an ole blind horse. OH Sarah, you wixen, I calls in wain ; Oh Sarah! oh Sarah! she's out, she's out again ; ARIA. A scavenger who lodged in the Seven Dials crossed me, Come, valk up, old chap, till this heavy shower passes, THE QUEEN OF BONNIE LASSES. O SCOTIA! tho' I grieve to part O Scotia in the battle field And prove thy children scorn to yield, And, oh! if fortune spare my life, And fate in kindness passes, GAILY SOUNDS THE CASTANET GAILY sounds the castanet, Beating time to bounding feet, Through all that maze of mirth-. Then, the joyous banquet spread On the cool and fragrant ground. Into the lov'd one's ear- When the dance and feast are done, And word, whose parting tone THE WOODPECKER. I KNEW by the smoke, that so gracefully curl'd And here in this lone little wood, I exclaimed, With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye; Who would blush when I praised her, and weep if I blamed, How blest could I live, and how calm could I die! Every leaf was at rest, &c. By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berry dips, In the gush of the fountain, how sweet to recline! And, to know that I sighed upon innocent lips, Which ne'er had been sighed on by any but mine. Every leaf was at rest, &c, THE ROSE OF AFFECTION. THE lilies were blowing, When Edward all glowing, With purest delight to his Flora did say― I plant round this bower, Yet the rose of affection shall ne'er die away. Then Flora soft sighing, To Edward replying, 'Tis honour alone keeps true love from decay; Whene'er you deceive me, BILLY O'ROUKE. I GREASED my brogues, and cut my stick, And off for England I set out, |