Now to her birth the ship draws nigh: The anchor's gone; we safely ride. Proclaim-" All's well!" AULD LANG SYNE. SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot, For auld lang syne, my dear, We'll take a cup of kindness yet We twa hae run about the braes, But we've wander'd mony a weary fit, Sin' auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, &c. And there's a hand, my trusty friend, And gie's a hand o' thine, And we'll toom the stoop to friendship's growth, And auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, &c. An' surely you'll be your pint stoop, As sure as I'll be mine; And we'll tak' a right good willie waught, For auld lang syne. For auld lang syne, &c. FOLLOW, FOLLOW, OVER MOUNTAIN. FOLLOW, follow over mountain, And I'll guide thee to love's fountain, Follow, follow, &c. With the waters of the fountain Follow, follow, &c. For woman's love is dearly bought, Follow, follow, &c. I'll fan thee with the zephyr's wings, Follow, follow, &c. THE GAY GUITAR. YES, I will leave my father's halls, To other scenes I flee. -Yes, we will leave the silent glade, Songs on your gay guitar. Love, gentle love, shall be our guide And, whether bliss or woe betide, But, should they cause you pearly tears, Sound, sound, your gay guitar. LISTEN TO MY WILD GUITAR. Oн, wilt thou leave thy father's halls, And quit the lov'd, the cherished walls, And listen, as in fancy's dream, I cannot boast of wealth or power; And, when the ev'ning shades appear, And sing the song thou lov'st to hear ISLE OF BEAUTY, FARE THEE WELL. SHADES of ev'ning, close not o'er us, Leave our lonely bark awhile; Morn, alas! will not restore us Yonder dim and distant isle. Still my fancy can discover Sunny spots where friends may dwell; 'Tis the hour when happy faces Some green leaf to rest upon. Where my old companions dwell, THE SAILOR'S TEAR. HE leap'd into his boat, as it lay upon the strand,— But, oh, his heart was far away with friends upon the land; He thought of those he lov'd the best-a wife, an infant dear, And feeling filled the sailor's breast,-the sailor's eye, a tear. They stood upon the far-off cliff, and wav'd a kerchief white, And gazed upon his gallant bark till she was out of sight; The sailor cast a look behind, no longer they were near, Then raised the canvass to his eye, and wiped away a tear. Ere long the ocean's blue expanse his sturdy bark has sped, The gallant sailor, from her prow, descries a sail a-head; And thus he raised his mighty arm, for Britain's foe was near,— Ay, then he rais d his arm- BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Were to change by to-morrow and fade in my arms, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart It is not while beauty and youth are their own, That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known, But THINE AM I, MY FAITHFUL FAIR. THINE am I, my faithful fair, |