I once had a lover, thus ran the sweet numbers, Now doom'd far from me and his country to mourn, Perhaps in the cold bed of death e'en he slumbers My soul can'st thou think he will ever return? Yes he shall for he lives and his past woes redressing, His country will hail him with smiles and caressing, Then lock'd in thy arms, he'll pronounce her his blessing, That country which wrong'd him, his ERIN GO BRAGH. As a lamb he was meek, as a dove he was tender, And form'd was his bosom for friendship and love, But call'd by his country, still swift to defend her, Undaunted and swift as the Eagle he'd move. That ardor of passion for me which he pleaded, By what female breast would it have been unheeded, The love of his country alone could exceed it. For still his first wish was for ERIN GO BRAGH. This harp on whose strings oft he's roused each emotion, Unrival'd the soft tones of feeling to draw, He left me the pledge of his heart's true devotion, And bade me oft strike it to Erin go Bragh. O'er it oft I have dream'd that he sat in this bower, And touch'd the sad tale of his exile with power, Each soul glowing Patriot the strains did devour, Struck full to the numbers of ERIN GO BRAGH. But cease ye vain dreams, for at morn still I lose him, And cease my fond hopes for my grief must re turn. No they must not, he cried, and rush'd to her bo som, Your exile's return'd to his Erin again. Now fall'n are the oppressors who sought to destroy me, Love, friendship, and Erin shall henceforth employ me 'Tis himself, she exclaim'd, oh! ye powers ye o'erjoy me, Then bless'd be my country, bless'd ERIN GO BRAGH. BELIEVE ME. AIR-" My lodging is on the cold ground." BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms Which I gaze on so fondly to day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy gifts fading away; Thou wouldst still be ador'd as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will; And around the dear ruin, each wish of my heart, Would entwine itself verdantly still. It is not while beauty and youth are thine own, That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known, As the sun-flower turns on her god when he sets, The same look which she turn'd when he rose. LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM. AIR-"The old Woman." OH! the days are gone, when beauty bright When my dream of life from morn till night, New hope may bloom, And days may come, Of milder, calmer beam; Though the bard to a purer fame may soar, Though he win the wise, who frown'd before, He'll never meet A joy so sweet In all his noon of fame, As when first he sung to woman's ear And at every close, she blush'd to hear Oh! that hallow'd form is ne'er forgot, Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot 'Twas odour fled As soon as shed, 'Twas morning's winged dream! "Twas a light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream! Oh! 'twas light, that ne'er can shine again ་ཀ་. TYROLESE SONG OF LIBERTY. MERRILY every bosom boundeth, Merrily oh! merrily oh! Where the scng of freedom soundeth, Merrily oh! merrily oh! Where the song of freedom soundeth, Merrily oh! merrily oh! There the warrior's arms Shed more splendour; There the maiden's charms Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, mer Ev'ry joy the land surroundeth, Merrily oh merrily oh! rily oh! Merrily oh! merrily oh Round the flag of freedom rally, Cheerily oh! cheerily oh Cheerily, cheerily, &c. A CANADIAN BOAT SONG. Written on the river St. Lawrence. FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime, There is not a breath the blue wave to curl ; Blow, breezes, blow, &c. Utawas tide! this trembling moon OH! WHY SHOULD THE GIRL OF MY SOUL BE IN TEARS. OH! why should the Girl of my soul be in tears, At a meeting of rapture like this, When the gloom of the past, and the sorrows of years, Have been paid by a moment of bliss ? |