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 spade; His work was done, and he paus'd to wait The fun' ral train through the o - pen gate: A re-lic of by-gone days was he, And his locks were white as the foamy sea; And these words came from his lips so thin: 'I gather them in, 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 while your soft delights! To praise each val-iant son that fights, And braves a na - tive land, For free - dom, free- dom, freedom, and his na · The soldier seeks a distant plain, The sailor ploughs the boist'rous main; Think, think, on those who guard the shore, tive land. Ye swains who haunt the shady grove, And ye, who in this frolic train, love is doom'd to mourn:-Ah! naught my sighs avail, For love is doom'd to mourn." The happy dream of love is o'er Life, - - a - las! can charm no more; Fine. The hap-py dream of love is o'er Life, a las! can charm no more. Hope 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 centive's re-venge I-Whose motto is gain! For who but 8 ro ver should On by the spur of va -lour goad - ed, Pistols prim'd and carbines load - ed, 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 o-bey, Va-lour calls, and we o-bey. 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 listen'd careful-ly at church On Sundays, saints' days, and Good Fridays, Till 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, Somewhat, d'ye see, like a white sheet, I ASK THEE NOT TO THINK OF ME. Moderato. I ask thee not to think of me In sum-mer's cloud-less thy young heart has known a care, Or a teardrop dimm'd thine eye; But there may come a dark er hour, When sum-mer friends shall flee, And leave thee lone and de-so-late-O! then re- mem-ber I ask thee not to think of me, When early hopes are bright, Ere all that now so blissful seems Be chang'd to storm and blight me,- O! then remem-ber me. But there may come an hour of woe, When all thou lov'st shall be But shadows of the smiling pastOh, then remember me Moderato. WHAT'S THE MATTER, PATTY? 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, 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! And sang, and sang fal lal lal la la, fal lal lal lal de ral de ra. The youth I lov'd, he ask'd to wed, What could be the matter, Patty? Then what could be the matter, Patty? How I sigh'd, And sung fal lal, &c. WHEN I WAS A BOY IN MY FATHER'S MUD EDIFICE. Vivace. When I was a boy in my fa-ther's mud e di- fice, Ten-der and bare as 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, זי can't tell, for I never did try:' He |