THE SICILIAN MAID. I KNEW a Sicilian maid, Whose sire was a crusty old elf, And he was sorely afraid, This maiden would choose for herself. He kept her close under control, By means of a strong lock and key. This maiden one evening, poor soul, Look'd down from her lattice on me. Her window with iron he barr'd, That this maid should be cag'd like a bird. Some branches I burnt, and the smoke And let down this poor trembling maid. He was nearly dead with the fright, But no flame nor no sparks could he see ; Then this maiden flew down with delight, And quickly got wedded to me. BONNIE DOON. YE flowery banks o' bonnie Doon, Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird, Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird, That sings beside thy mate; For sae I sat, and sae I sang, Aft hae I rov'd by bonnie Doon, Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose And my fause lover stole the rose, THE DAY OF LIFE. OH! blue were the mountains, And pleasant the breeze; A glory adorning The wanderer's way, In life's sunny morning, When young hope was gay! The blue hills are shrouded, Hath fled from the strife. WHEN Bibo thought fit from the world to retreat, DAME DURDEN. GLEE. DAME Durden kept five serving girls, To carry the milking pail ; She also kept five labouring men To use the spade and flail. "Twas Moll and Bet, and Doll and Kate, and Dorothy Draggletail, And John and Dick, and Joe and Jack, and Humphrey with his flail. 'Twas John kiss'd Molly, And Dick kiss'd Betty, And Joe kiss'd Dolly, And Jack kiss'd Katty, And Dorothy Draggletail, And Humphrey with his flail And Kitty was a charming girl to carry the milking pail. Dame Durden in the morn so soon She did begin to call: To rouse her servants, maids and men, She then began to bawl. 'Twas Moll and Bet, &c. Twas on the morn of Valentine, The birds began to prate, Dame Durden's servants, maids and men, They all began to mate. 'Twas Moll and Bet, &c. WE HAVE CONQUERED AND WILL DO AGAIN. ON Old England's blest shore We are landed once more, Secure from the storms of the main ; For great George, and his cause, For our country and laws, We have conquered, and will do again. Where the sun's orient ray First opens the day On India's extended domain, The swarthy-faced foes, Who dared to oppose, We have conquered, and will do again. Come, my brave hearts of oak, Let us drink, sing and joke, While here on the shore we remain ; When our country demands, With hearts and with hands, We are ready to conquer again. A HOLY FRIAR. I AM a friar of orders grey, Or knight of the shire, Lives half so well as a holy friar. After supper of Heaven I dream, With a dainty bit of a warden pie; ERE around the huge oak that o'ershadows yon mill, Ere the church was a ruin that nods on the hill, Could I trace back the time, a far distant date, And the farm I now hold on your honour's estate, |