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Music to me were the wildest winds' roaring,
That e'er, o'er Inch Keith drove the dark ocean

faem.

When the lights they did blaze, and the guns they

did rattle, And blithe was each heart for the great victory, In secret I wept for the dangers of battle,

And thy glory itself was scarce comfort to me.

But now shalt thou tell, while I eagerly listen,

Of each bold adventure, and every brave scar; And trust me, I'll smile, though my een they may

glisten; For sweet after danger's the tale of the war.

And oh, how we doubt when there's distance

'tween lovers, When there's naething to speak to the heart

thro' the ee ; How often the kindest and warmest prove rovers, And the love of the faithfullest ebbs like the

sea.

Till, at times—could I help it ?-I pined and I

ponder’d, If love could change notes like the bird on the

treeNow I'll ne'er ask if thine eyes may hae wander’d,

Enough, thy leal heart has been constant to me. Welcome, from sweeping o'er sea and through

channel, Hardships and danger despising for fame, Furnishing story for glory's bright annal,

Welcome, my wanderer, to Jeanie and hame!

Enough now thy story in annals of glory
Has humbled the pride of France, Holland,

and Spain; No more shalt thou grieve me, no more shalt thou

leave me, I never will part with my Willie again.

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HUNTING SONG.!

WAKEN, lords and ladies gay,
On the mountain dawns the day,
All the jolly chase is here,
With hawk, and horse, and hunting-spear!
Hounds are in their couples yelling,
Hawks are whistling, horns are knelling,
Merrily, merrily, mingle they,
“ Waken, lords and ladies gay.”

Waken, lords and ladies gay,
The mist has left the mountain gray,
Springlets in the dawn are steaming,
Diamonds on the brake are gleaming :
And foresters have busy been,
To track the buck in thicket green :
Now we come to chant our lay,
“ Waken, lords and ladies gay.”

1 [First published in the Edinburgh Annual Register of 1808,-and set to a Welsh air in “ THOMSON's Select Melodies,vol. iii. 1817.]

Waken, lords and ladies gay,
To the green-wood haste away;
We can show you where he lies,
Fleet of foot, and tall of size;
We can show the marks he made,
When 'gainst the oak his antlers fray'd;
You shall see him brought to bay,
“Waken, lords and ladies gay.”

Louder, louder chant the lay,
Waken, lords and ladies gay!
Tell them youth, and mirth, and glee,
Run a course as well as we;
Time, stern huntsman! who can baulk,
Stanch as hound, and feet as hawk ;
Think of this, and rise with day,
Gentle lords and ladies gay.

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THE RETURN TO ULSTER.1

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ONCE again,—but how changed since my wan

d'rings beganI have heard the deep voice of the Lagan and

Bann, And the pines of Clanbrassil resound to the roar, That wearies the echoes of fair Tullamore. Alas! my poor bosom, and why shouldst thou

burn! With the scenes of my youth can its raptures

return? Can I live the dear life of delusion again, That flow'd when these echoes first mix'd with my

strain ?

It was then that around me, though poor and un

known, High spells of mysterious enchantment were

thrown;

1 [First published in Mr. G. Thomson's Collection of Irish Airs, 1816.)

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