THE OLD SEXTON. The Poetry by Park Benjamin; the Music by Henry Russell.-Published in Davidson's Cheap and Uniform Edition of his Compositions. Quasi Allegro. Nigh to a grave that was new-ly made Lean'd a Sexton old, on his earth-worn gather, gather, gather them in,- gather, But come they strangers, or come they kin, 'Many are with me-but still I'm alone : Come they from cottage or come they from hall, 'I gather them in, and their final rest na tive land, For free - dom, free- dom, free dom, and his tr native dom and his land. The soldier seeks a distant plain, The sailor ploughs the boist'rous main; Think, think, on those who guard the shore, Ye swains who haunt the shady grove, And ye, who in this frolic train, Hope told a flatt'-ring tale, That joy would soon return; Ah! naught my love is doom'd to mourn :-Ah! naught my sighs avail, For love is doom'd to mourn." Fine. THE ROVER'S SONG. The Poetry arranged expressly for this work to an Air by Donizetti. Allegro con Spirito. On-wards, my bark! O'er the green waves fly! Scud, gal-lant ly, scud 'neath the sun - lit sky; For who but a rover should rule the wide main, Whose in centive's re-venge!-Whose motto is gain! For who but ro ver should On by the spur of va -lour goad - ed, Pistols prim'd and carbines loaded, Courage strikes on hearts of steel,- Courage strikes on hearts of steel. Like serpents now thro' thick-ets creep-ing-Then on our prey like li- ons leaping, Let the weary trav'ler dread us, Struck with ter-ror and a-maze. While our swords with lightnings blaze, To the on-set let's a-way-Valour calls, and we obey; To the on-set, to the onset, to the on-set let's a-way- Valour calls, and we obey, Va-lour calls, and we o - bey. MISS MUZ THE MILLINER. Moderato. Noted for las - ses kind and sweet, The neigh-'bring ham - lets us'd to name us; And then, good-na- tur'd, trim, and neat, Our little town for lads was famous. All went on qui- et ly and well-We dress'd on holy days and high days, And listen'd care-ful-ly at church On Sundays, saints' days, and Good Fridays, Till on a sud den came from town- I won - der how we gave 'em har-bour-Two toads to turn us up-side down, Miss Muz the milli-ner, and Bob the bar - ber. Away the devils went to work ; The men this fine Miss Muz ran after, And as for Bob, this terrible Turk, He courted ev'ry mother's daughter; For miss were dress'd from head to feet, So white and slim, so fine and smirching, Somewhat, d'ye see, like a white sheet, That I have seen 'em stand at church in. Then he'd so dress and sing, and play, That ev'ry creature gave 'em harbour, Till through the town 'twas who but they,Miss Muz the milliner and Bob the barber. I ASK THEE NOT TO THINK OF ME. Moderato. I ask thee not to think of me In sum-mer's cloud-less sky, Ere thy young heart has known a care, Or a tear-drop dimm'd thine eye; But Once my heart the truant play'd; Patience, how I sigh'd and said- Pa-tience, how I sigh'd and said-Why, what can be the mat-ter, Pat-ty? What can be the mat-ter, Patty? Patience, how I sigh'd and said, What can be the mat-ter, Patty? No an-swer could I make to that,-My heart kept go-ing pit-a-pat, While my mo-ther would be at-Why, what can be the matter? Why, what can be the mat-ter, Pat-ty? We can be the mat-ter? How I sign'd, laugh'd, and cried! How I sigh'd, laugh d, and cried! I And sang, and sang fal lal lal la la, fal lal lal lal de ral de ra. WHEN I WAS A BOY IN MY FATHER'S MUD EDIFICE. When I was a boy in my fa-ther's mud e- difice, Ten-der and bare as a pig in a sty, Out at the door, as I look'd with a steady phiz, Who but Pat Murphy, the pi- per, came by. Says Paddy, 'But few play this mu sic; can you play?' Says I, 'I can't tell, for I never did try:' He 1 |