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The breeze that sigh'd amid their blooms
Play'd in the warrior’s waving plumes.

Lady, adieu! 'tis summer now,
And brightly summer roses blow';
But oh! they'll often bloom and fade

Before I sheathe again my blade.
They oft shall fade, shall often bloom,
Before I turn my courser home;
When again I breathe a lover's vow,
They'll blossom in the drifted snow;

Lady adieu! forever more,
The spell 's unbound that bound before ;
Thy scorn has rous'd a soldier's pride,
And glory now shall be his bride.

THE KNIGHT OF THE GOLDEN CREST, The banners wav'd on the castle walls,

'Mid the shouts of a trusty band, When a knight return’d to his princely halls,

From the wars of the holy land. His lady had left her harp, and stood

To gaze on the smiling west,
When came a dark steed from the distant wood,

With her knight of the golden crest.
The crimson scarf her true knight display'd

Which in earlier day she wove;
When he breath'd his vows in the twilight glade,

And was blest with her maiden love.
She welcom'd her lord with accents bland

And the scarf to her lips sbe press’d,
And thought of the time when she gave her hand

To the knight of the golden crest.

THE ALPINE MAID. That strain proclaims my lover near,

He heeds not the thunder's crash,
The avalanche's dread descent,

Nor lightning's vivid flash.
The mountain pass no terror strikes,
From crag


he bounds, While echoing ev'ry note he plays

From hill to dale resounds.
And then when he my cottage gains,

What soft transporting bliss,
Deiights each heart while we exchange

Love's pure impassion’d kiss. We

e envy not the vaunted joys

Which greet the gay-the great, Content and mutual love will gild

Our humbler, happier state.


TUNE—The bonny boat.'
O swiftly glides the bonny sleigh,

Just parted from the door,
With jingling bells and horses' neigh

The snow dash'd up before,
This pleasure now, and happy cheer,

Are much enjoy'd indeed;
With blooming belles to us so dear,

To Laurel Hill we'll speed.
We cast our lines upon the rails,

Where snow had drifted wide;
Our bonny sleigh, hats, coats and veils,

Were all then laid aside:
Then happy prov'd the merry dance

Upon the mansion flood;

While wine and cider mull’d and warm.

Came in at every door.
The skaters on the ice may sing,

Whilst all around they charm;
Put we prefer the sleigh bells' ring,

When all wrap'd up so warm: It safely bears its lovely store

Through many a stormy gale;
Whilst joyful shouts from half a score,

Our merry party hail.
We cas: our lines upon the rails,

Where snow had drifted wide;
Our bonny sleigh, coats, hats and veils,

Were all then laid aside:
Then happy prov'd the joily folks,

With ne'er a sigh nor care:
We'll now return and crack some jokes,

Where all our treasures are.
Now near the city we are come,

The lamps I plainly see :
From the good dome we left at home,

Our welcome warm will be :
The well known shout and sleigh bells' ring,

Seem echoing in her ears;
Now come, my boys, let's loudly sing,

She'll soon forget her fears.
We'll cast our lines upon

That stands before the door,
And then we'll all our fingers toast,

And sleigh a little more.
Then happy prove each pleasant jaunt

Upon the wintry plain ;
I'm sure we shall not sleighing want,

If snow don't turn to rain.

the post,


As I walk'd out one May morning,

To hear the birds sing sweet,
I sat myself down in the shade of the grove,

To see two lovers meet.
To see two lovers meet, my dear,

And hear what they had to say,
I wanted to hear a little of their minds,

Before I went away.
"Come sit you down by me my girl,

Come sit you down on the green, It has been three quarters of a long year, or

Since together we have been.'
. I can't sit down, nor I wont sit down,

For I've not one moment of time;
And more than that you've another true love,

And your heart is none of mine.
Don't you remember, kind sir,' said she,

‘A:s your arm lay around my waist, You'd have made me believe by the false oath you

That the sun did arise in the west.
•That the sun did arise in the west, my dear,

And then return'd to the east,
And when I came to my senses again

I found it was nought but a jest.
I never will believe what a young man says

Let him be black, white or brown,
Except when he sits on a high gallows top,

And says he would fain ome down.

“And says he would fain come down, my dear,

That he would not like to be hung, Young men's words are hard to believe,

For they vow to many a one. "I never will believe young men more

For they will flatter and lie, And when they have gain’d your affection, then

Adieu to my girl and good by.'



dream.' I've gaz'd upon thy sunny smile,

In silent joy;
I've mark'd the rose tint on thy cheek

Thy beauteous eye.
I've seen thy beauty ripen more,

And stronger glow;
I saw thee in thy youthful prime

I see thee now!
I've view'd the early rose, at morn,

Whose fragrant sigh
Breath'd sweetness to the summer air,

And fow’rets nigh:
I look'd at eve-alas! the storm

Had spoil'd the gem;
Its leaves were scatter'd-none remain'd

Upon the stem.
I've wept to think that age will cim

Thy beaming eye;
That care may wash from off thy cheek

The sweetest dye.
To mark the change would break my heart,

If swiftly wrought;
But care and sorrow slowly steal

And damp each thought.

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