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Now to her birth the ship draws nigh:

We shorten sail-she feels the tide
“ Stand clear the cable,” is the cry-

The anchor's gone; we safely ride.
The watch is set, and through the night,
We hear the seamen with delight,

Proclaim-“ All's well !"

AULD LANG SYNE.

SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,

And never brought to mind;
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And the days o' lang syne,
For auld lang syne, my dear,

For auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup of kindness yet

For auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes,

An' pu'd the gowans fine,
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 anld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, &c. 45

FOLLOW, FOLLOW, OVER MOUNTAIN.
Follow, follow over mountain,

Follow, follow over sea ;
And I'll guide thee to love's fountain,
If you'll follow, follow me.

Follow, follow, &c.
With the waters of the fountain

Will I ease thy aching heart, And the roses of the mountain Shall to thee a balm impart.

Follow, follow, &c.
For woman's love is dearly bought,

If bought with peace of mind,
But taste the fount, and not a thought
Of love is left behind.

Follow, follow, &c.
I'll fan thee with the zephyr's wings,

And watch thee night and day ;
I'll guide thee to love's healing spring,-
So follow and away.

Follow, follow, &c.

THE GAY GUITAR.

YES, I will leave my father's halls,

To roam along with thee ;-
Adieu, adieu, my native walls !

To other scenes I flee.
-Yes, we will leave the silent glade,

Where we have strayed afar ;
And you shall play, my dearest maid
Songs on your gay guitar.

Songs on your gay guitar.

Love, gentle love, shall be our guide

To a far distant land;
And, whether bliss or woe betide,

This heart you shall command :
I'll tell you tales of older years,

Of hapless love, of war ;
But, should they cause you pearly tears,
Sound, sound, your gay guitar.

Sound, sound, your gay guitar.

LISTEN TO MY WILD GUITAR.
Oh, wilt thou leave thy father's halls,

To wander forth with me,
And quit the lov'd, the cherished walls,

Where thou wert bless'd and free?
To seek awhile the quiet stream,

Array'd by ev'ning star,
And listen, as in fancy's dream,

Unto my wild guitar.
I cannot boast of wealth or power ;

These dwell from love apart ;
But, if thou'lt share my simple bower,

I'll give thee all my heart ;
And, when the ev'ning shades appear,

I'll roam beneath her star,
And sing the song thou lov'st to hear

Unto my wild guitar.

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 ;
Darker shadows round us hover,-

Isle of beauty, Fare thee well!
'Tis the hour when happy faces

Smile around the taper's light ;
Who will fill our vacant places ?

Who will sing our songs to-night?
Through the mist that floats above us

Faintly sounds the vesper bell,
Like a voice from those who love us,

Breathing fondly, Fare thee well!
When the waves are round me breaking,

As I pace the deck alone,
And my eye in vain is seeking

Some green leaf to rest upon.
When on that dear land I ponder,
Where

my old companions dwell,
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.-

Isle of beauty, Fare thee well!

land;

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 He thought of those he lov'd the best—a wife, an

intant dear, And feeling filled the sailor's breast,—the sailor's eye,

a tear. They stood upon the far-off cliff, and way'd a kerchief

white, And gazed upon his gallant bark till she was out of The sailor cast a look behind, no longer they were near, Then raised the canvass to his eye, and wiped away &

tear.

sight;

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—but not to wipe a tear.

BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING

YOUNG CHARMS.

BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms,

Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow and fade in my arms,

Like fairy-gifts fleeting away,
Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,

Let thy loveliness fade as it will ;
And around the dear ruin each wish of ту.

heart
Would entwine itself verdantly still.
It is not while beauty and youth are their own,

And thy cheeks unprofan’d by a tear, That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known,

To which time will but make thee more dear.
Oh! the heart that has truly lov’d, never forgets,

But as truly loves on to the close ;
As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets,

The same look which she turned when he rose !

THINE AM I, MY FAITHFUL FAIR.
Thine am I, my faithful fair,
Thine, my lovely Nancy ;
Every pulse among my veins,

Every roving fancy.

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