Vivace. THE MAID OF THE GREEN, PRETTY SALLY. I've tra-vell'd a- far from my dear na-tive home, And seen love-ly wo-men past tell-ing; In of the green, The maid of the green, The maid of the green, pretty Sal - ly When en beset by this beauty and that, My tongue in their praise never falter'd; No, no! for, in whatever climate or place I saw in my fancy the beautiful face The maid of the green, pretty Sally. And ever shall she be the pride of my song, Then come to my bosom, thou malden divine! For thee I can splendour and riches resign- Andantino. THE WREATH YOU WOVE. The Poetry by Thomas Moore; the Music by Michael Kelly. The wreath you wove, the wreath you wove, Is fair, but oh! how fair, Is fair, but ATTUNE THE PIPE, ATTUNE THE GLADSOME LAY. THE LAND IN THE OCEAN. The Words by Thomas Dibdin; the Music by T. Attwood. ho there! Stands an is-land sur-pass-ing all o-thers by far: If you doubt it, you've Pull away! pull a-way! pull away! pull, I say-As the snug bit of land in the o-cean. From the opposite shore puff'd with arrogant pride, Adam Duncan came next,-'twas in autumn, you Pull away! pull away, so clever, Pull away, pull away, so jolly- [knowThey've oft swore as how they would come alongside, That he made big Mynheer strike his flag to a foe And destroy the poor island for ever; 'Gainst whom all resistance was folly! [dunce, But Britannia is made of such durable stuff, And they sent, as you know, if you're not quite a And so tightly she's rigg'd, I've a notion, But a sad story home, I've a notion; She'd soon give the saucy invaders enoughPull away, pull away, pull away, pull, I sayIf they touch'd at the land in the ocean. There was Howe, ever bold in that glorious causePull away, pull away so stout, boys! Who gain'd on the first day of June such applause, And Mounseer he put to the rout, boys. The next was St. Vincent, who kick'd up a dust, As the Spaniards can tell, I've a notion; [must.' For they swore not to strike; says he, 'Damme, you Pull away, pull away, pull away, pull, I say, To the lads of the land in the ocean. So Duncan he beat a whole winter at once- Glo's-tershire; And as for this world, or the world that's to come, For to puz-zle bisnod-de’twas never the ne'ar, For he never was known to set foot in a church, Till the day he took Dorothy there for a wife; And says John, 'By the Lord, 1 was never before In a place like a church all the days of my life,'-Tol lol de rol, lol de rol, lol lol lol de rol, Like so many wethers and ewes at a fair; And he look'd just as tho'f he'd been roll'd in the dirt, 'For while he did turn up the whites of his eyes, Another below, that sat in a chest, Was mocking of every word he did say ; Tol de rol lol de rol lol de rol lol. Just like a toast in a tankard then, And souse me and sop me, and sop me and souse me, TAM GLEN. The Poetry by Burns; the Music as sung by Mr. Wilson. fen'; What care I in rich-es to There's Lowrie, the laird o' Drumeller,Gude day to you, fool, he comes ben; He brags and he brawls o' his siller, But when will he dance like 1am Glen? My minnie does constantly deave me, And bids me beware o' young men ; But wha can think sae o' Tam Glen? Slow, with energy. Ban-1 wal-low, If Imaun-na mar-ry Tam Glen Yestreen, at the Valentine's dealin', My heart to my mou' gied a sten For thrice I drew ane without falin And thrice it was written-Tam G.. The last Hallowe'en I was waukin' My drookit sark-sleeve, as ye ken; His likeness cam' up the house staukin', And the very gray breeks o' Tam Glen. Come, counsel, dear tittie, don't tarry; I'll gie you my bonnie black hen, Gif ye will advise me to marry The lad I lo'e dearly, Tam Glen. MACLAINE. The Poetry and Music by Miss Ross. -ners are waving o'er Mor-ven's dark heath, Clay-mores are flash-ing from ban -ners are free, Mac - laine and The signal is neard from mountain to shore; his clans-men the fore-most you'll see. The war-note is sounding, loud, wildly, and high; |