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Gentle Zitella, banish thy fear,

Love's ritornella, tarry and hear.
Simple Zitella, beware, ah beware!
List ye no ditty, grant ye no prayer.
To your light footsteps let terror add wings!
"Tis Massaroni himself who now sings!

Gentle Zitella, banish thy fear!
Love's ritornella, tarry and hear.


HARK! the goddess Diana

Calls aloud for the chase;
Bright Phæbus awakens the morn,

Rouse, rouse from your slumber,

And for hunting prepare,
For the huntsman is winding his horn.

See the hounds are unkennellid,

And all ripe for the chase,
They start to o’ertake the fleet hare!

All danger they're scorning,

And for hunting preparing;
To the field then, brave boys, let's repair.

'Twas you, sir, 't was you, sir,
I tell you nothing new, sir,
'T was you that kiss'd the pretty girl,

'T was you, sir, you;
'T is true, sir, 't is true, sir,

You look so very blue, sir,
I'm sure you kiss'd the pretty girl,

'T is true, sir, true;

Oh, sir, no, sir,

How can you wrong me so, sir? I did not kiss the pretty girl

But I know who.


The chough and crow to roost are gone,

The owl sits on the tree,
The hushed wind wails, with feeble moan,

Like infant charity.
The wild fire dances on the fen,

The red star shed its ray,
Uprouse ye, then, my merry men,
It is our op’ning day.

Uprouse ye, then, my merry men, &c.
Both child and nurse are fast asleep,

And closed is ev'ry flower,
And winking tapers faintly peep

High from my lady's bower; Bewildered hinds, with shortened ken,

Shrink on their murky way; Uprouse ye, then, my merry men, It is our op'ning day.

· Uprouse ye, then, &c. Nor board nor garner own we now,

Nor roof, nor latched door,
Nor kind mate bound by holy vow,

To bless a good man's store;
Noon lulls us in a gloomy den,

And night is grown our day, Uprouse ye, then, my merry men, And use it as ye may,

Uprouse ye, then, &c.

DESERTED by the waning moon,
When stars proclaim night's cheerless noon,
On tower, or fort, or tented ground,
The centry walks his lonely round:
And should a footstep haply stray
Where caution marks the guarded way-
Who goes there? stranger, quickly tell;
A friend !-a friend good night!-all's well.
Or sailing on the midnight deep,
While weary messmates soundly sleep,
The careful watch patroles the deck,
To guard the ship from foes or wreck:
And while his thoughts oft homeward veer,
Some well known voice salutes his ear-
What cheer! oh! brother, quickly tell,
Above!-below!-good night!—all's well.

HOME. -A DUET. Dost 'thou love wandering? Whither wouldst thou go?

Dream’st thou sweet daughter, of a land more fair? Dost thou not love these aye-blue streams that flow?

These spicy forests! and this golden air? 0, yes, I love the woods, and streams, so gay;

And, more than all, O father, I love thee; Yet would I fain be wandering—far away,

Where such things never were, nor e'er shall be. Speak, mine own daughter with the sunbright locks!

To what pale banished region wouldst thou roam? O father, let us find our frozen rocks!

Let's seek that country of all countries,–Home! Seest thou these orange flower this palm, that rears Its head up tow'rds Heaven's blue and cloudless I dream, I dream: mine eyes are hid in tears:


My heart is wandering round our ancient home, Why, then we'll go. Farewell, ye tender skies,

Who sheltered us, when we were forced to roam! On, on! let's pass the swallow as he fies!

Farewell, kind land! Now, father, now,- for Home!

MERRY gipsies all are we,

Far from Norwood do we come;
Oft with cheerful song and glee,
Thus we wander far from home.

With a fal, lal, lal &c.
Thro' the wood and o'er the wild,

In the darksome night we roam,
And oft have we the hours beguil’d,
With legend tales we learn’d at home.

With a fal, lal, lal, &c.
When the moon hangs overhead,

And the stars are twinkling high'r
On the heath with grouse o'erspread,
Oft we trim our social fire.

With a fal, lal, lal, &c.
But when morning lights the sky,

Then we rise and haste away;
O’er the hills and plains we hie,
And little birds upon the spray.

With a fal, lal, lal, &c.



A ROUND, a round,
A merry laughing round, a round,

While echoes sound;
A round while echoes sound;

The horn shall give time

With its midnight chime, To quick twinkling feet and the gipsy rhyme.

Tarah! tarah!
In night, in night,
In lovely silent night, in night,

When stars are bright,
In night when stars” are bright;

Ah! then is the day

When the gipsies play,
So merrily singing their roundelay.

Tarah! tarah!
Like fays, like fays,
Like merry tripping fays, like fays,

We tread the maze,
Like fays we tread the maze

On midsummer's green,

And where we have been The prints of our dance in morn shall be seen.

Tarah! tarah!

Now all that love daylight are sleeping,

Of earth, of the air, of the sea;
But brighter to us is the moonlight,

And sweeter the dance on the lea. Those stars that are twinkling above us,

They surely for some one must shine; As none else will claim them, their brightness

Be lit up for love and for wine. And then, too, they call those bright twinklers

The Dragon, the Dog, and the Bear, While all the same time, I could swear it,

They're souls of the brave and the fair.

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