IS THY HEART WITH ME. The Poetry by G. J. De Wilde.-Arranged expressly for this Work to an Air by Auber. Maid. - en who art bow-er'd By the au-tumn-tint- ed vine, Round thy fa ther's dwelling Nigh the ra-pid Rhine: Now the sun -set ten der hal-low-eth all to thee; Andante. Is thy heart with me? We shall never, maiden, By the autumn-tinted vine, SWEET ELLEN, THE MAID OF THE MILL. O, sweet is the blos-som that hangs on the tree, And its fra-grance is far sweeter still; But sweeter's the voice of my charm -er to me- Of El-len, sweet El-len, the maid of the mill. How often, de-light-ed, I've gaz'd on her charms, As we've walk'd by the neigh-b'ring rill; May those beau-ties long rest in my fond cir-cling arms! 0, El-len, sweet El-len! the maid of the mill. Thus the sor-rows of time will quick -ly pass o'er, While with plea-sure we life's chalice fill; For, bless'd with thy beau- ties, what heart can wish more? O, El len, sweet El-len, the maid of the mill! fled from the snow on its sum mit still: Then, then shalt thou steal to O sadly, ye dark roll-ing waves of the o cean, O sadly ye beat on this de -so- late shore, And wake,with the voice of your rest-less commo-tion, Sad thoughts of the Fire. home I must visit no more, Sad thoughts of the home I must visit no more. strug-gled in vain, Ye come, O ye winds! but, like me, ye can never, O never re Allegro. THE JOLLY RINGERS. Composed by Charles Dibdin. Oft has the world been well de fin'd By say-ers and by singers: I call 't a bel-fry, And man-kind I call the jolly ring -ers;-Through major bobs and These College youths are sent to school, Completely rings the changes. Nor minds to disappoint her. A titled heir succeeds to him, And thus she rings the changes. All try to ring the changes. The waiter pillages the Greek, The Greek the spendthrift fleeces, The spendthrift makes dad's fortune squeak, Till, pro and con, through all the courts, DIOGENES SURLY AND PROUD. Vivace. Di-o-ge-nes sur-ly and proud, Who snarl'd at the Mace-don youth, De-light- ed in wine that was good, Be-cause in good wine there is truth; But, grow-ing as poor as Job, And unable to purchase a flask, He chose for his man-sion a liv'd by the scent of his ca tub, And sk, And liv'd by the scent of his cask. Vivace. THE FRIENDS. In wine there is all in this life we can name: It strengthens our friend-ship, and love lights the flame: Though life is but short, and at best live but a span, Let's all our days, and may this be the plan: To drink, my dear boys, and to drive a-way sor-row, Let cash but hold out, and we'll ne'er ask to borrow; Though rich rogues to- mor-row; Though paupers to-night, we'll be rich rogues to-mor-row. In a neat country village, yet not far from town, Then stagger, enlighten'd, quite happy, to bed. To his honour most true, and sincere to his love, And just as we've liv'd may we close the last scene, there. |