He knocks the quicksilver about, Nor ever asks what there's to pay, Sir; Murphy hath a weather eye, &c. THE BAY OF BISCAY, O! Each breathless seamon crowds, As she lay till the day In the Bay of Biscay, O! At length the wished-for morrow In the Bay of Biscay, O! Its boundless mercy sent; A sail in sight appears, We hail her with three cheers, From the Bay of Biscay, O! WHEN WE WENT OUT A GIPSYING. IN the days when we went gipsying, A long time ago, The lads and lasses in their best, Were drest from top to toe. We danc'd and sung the jocund song, And nought but mirth and jollity, And thus we pass'd the merry time, In the days when we went gipsying, All hearts were light, and eyes were bright, The trees their leafy branches spread, Steal softly through the air, While every scene around us look'd, Most beautiful and fair. And thus we pass'd, &c. We fill'd a glass to every lass, And all our friends so dear, And wish'd them many happy days, We gave the king with all our hearts, A nation's pride, all lands beside, And glory of the sea. And thus we pass'd, &c. And should we ever pay again A visit to the scene, We'll sing with all our heart and voice, That she has gain'd her utmost wish, And thus we'll pass the merry time, As we did when we went gipsying, HURRAH! FOR THE BONNETS OF BLUE. HERE'S a health to them that's awa', 'Tis guid to be merry and wise, 'Tis guid to be merry and true, 'Tis guid to support Caledonia's cause, And bide by the Bonnets of Blue. "Tis guid to support, &c. Here's a health to them that's awa', Here's a health to Charlie the chief of the clan, There's none ever fear'd that the truth should be heard, But they whom the truth should indite. Hurrah! for the Bonnets of Blue. 'Tis guid to support, &c. MY NATIVE HIGHLAND HOME. My Highland home, where tempests blow, Thy mountains crown'd wi' driven snow, To whom these words no joy impart, And with thy smile, so bonnie, cheer When summer comes, the heather-bell For blithesome is the breath of day, And pure the dimpling rills that play, Then gang wi' me, &c. TOO WELL I LOVE THEE. Go, lover, false! go, man, unkind! My heart may break, but can't forget thee; Een though remembrance probes my mind, And bids me rue the day I met thee! Go where you will, o'er land or seas, Where sun-beams burn, or waters freeze, Yes, traitor! yes, too well I love thee! Go, wily fiend! with serpent tongue, And tell how well that tongue deceived me ; What vows you made, what praises sung, Go perjured man! with manless heart, I'LL LOVE THEE EVER DEARLY. LET others breathe the melting sigh, While truth and honest love are thine, Then lady, though I scorn the wiles Ne'er spurn the heart that woos with smiles, And though no tender vows are mine, BEGONE DULL CARE. DUET. BEGONE dull care, I prythee begone from me, But i'faith dull care, Thou never shalt have thy will. |