sailor-boy's breast Was heard in his wildly breath'd numbers; slower The sea- bird had mo-ment I look'd from the hill's gentle slope, All hush'd was the bil-lows e-mo-tion, cres And thought that the beacon look'd love-ly as hope,That star The time is long past, and the scene is afar; Will memory sometimes rekindle the star in life's trem - u-lous o-cean. In life's closing hour, when the trembling soul flies, O then may the seraph of mercy arise, DEVOTION. The Poetry by Sforza.-The Music founded on a Suabian Melody, by F. M. D'Alquen. Andante. Come to these arms, mine own true- heart-ed, Though all have from thee so cold - ly Since ar-tists, who sue for the tro-phies of fame, Their wit and their taste and their found out a padlock to keep a wife true, I've found out a padlock to keep a wife true. Should the amorous goddess preside o'er your dame, With his bars, and his bolts, his confinement and Should her fancy invite to the park or the play, Let the husband be lost in the lover and friend; MY BOY TAMMY, ALSO KNOWN AS THE LAMMIE. Moderato. for Whar hae ye been a' day, My boy Tam - my? Whar hae ye been a' day, My boy Tam - my? I've been by burn and flow-'ry brae, Mea-dow green and mountain gray, Court-ing o' this young thing, Just come frae her mam - my. And whar gat ye that young thing, My boy Tammy? I got her down in yonder howe, For her poor mammy. What said ye to the bonnie bairn, I prais'd her een, sae lovely blue, She said she'd tell her mammy. I held her to my beating heart, My young, my smiling lammie! I hae a house, it cost me dear, I've wealth o' plenishen and gear: Ye'se get it a', wer't ten times mair, Gin ye will leave your mammy. The smile gaed aff her bonnie face I maunna leave my mammy: We'll tak her hame and mak her fain, My boy Tammy? She has been to the kirk wi' me, Adagio. 6 MOORISH GATHERING-SONG. Peninsular Melody.-The Poetry by Mrs. Hemans. 8 Chains on the cities, gloom in the air, Come to the hills, fresh bree - zes are Silence and fears in the rich orange bow-ers! Come to the rocks whose freedom hath tow❜rs. Come from the Darro!-chang'd is its tone; Come from Alhambra! garden and grove Now may not shelter beauty nor love : TRUISMS; OR, INCONTROVERTIBLE FACTS. Moderato. I'm Simon Bore, just come from Col-lege, My stu-dies I've pur-sued so far I'm call'd, for my sur - pris - ing know-ledge, The walk-ing Cyclo - pæ-di - a; Tho' some per haps may call me quiz, Their jeers i va-lue not a jot, In art and na-ture all that is, I'll tell you-aye, and all that's not. So you must all ac-know ledge, O, I've made good use of Col-lege, O,-Whilst I was there, com-plete-ly bare I stripp'a the tree of know-ledge, O. Pigs don't read the Morning Post, Watch-chains are not roasting-jacks; They don't make boots of butter'd toast, Red herrings don't pay powder-tax. So you must all, &c. Kittens are but little cats, Mousetraps are not county jails; Whales are full as large as sprats, They don't stuff geese with copper nails; A German waltz is not a hymn, The French are mostly born in France; Fishes ar'n't afraid to swim, And turkeys seldom learn to dance. So you must all, &c. Twenty turnips make a score, Dustmen rarely drink champagne ; A cow's tail seldom grows before, They don't make wigs of bamboo cane; Dutchmen sometimes lie in beds, A cabbage cannot dance a jig; Grass does not grow on ladies' heads, A bull-dog need not wear a wig. So you must all, &c. im-i-ta ting spleen; When like sorrow he se-du-ces, When like plea-sure he a mu-ses;-Still, how - e'er the parts are cast, 'Tis but lurk - ing love at last; Andante. O! HOW SHALL I IN LANGUAGE WEAK. 3 know, tho' thus we part, My thoughts can never stray: Go where I will, my constant heart Must with my charm-er stay must with my charm-er stay. |