tell them why I sit till morn, And fill my glass a-gain, And fill my glass a-gain. 'Tis by the glow my bumper gives, Life's picture 's mellow made; The fading light then brightly lives, Some happier tint still rises there, And that I think 's a reason fair To fill my glass again. My Muse, too, when her wings are dry Then, if each nymph will have her share, Why, that I think 's a reason fair- In life, I've rung all changes through, For me, there's nothing new nor rare, To fill my glass again. I find, too, when I stint my glass, I'm pros'd by some dull reasoning ass, Or, harder still, am doom'd to bear mem-ber me at early day, Ór when the ev-ning sha-dows haste, Or ∙tr tr when the ev' - ning shadows haste. When high the pensive moon ap-pears, And night, with all her star-ry train, Gives rest to human hopes and fears, Gives rest to human O! SWIFT WE GO. The Poetry by J. T. Fields; the Music by Joseph Philip Knight. Allegro sprito.. O! swift we go o'er the flee-cy snow, When moon-beams spar - kle round; When bound, As mer-ri- ly on we bound. As merrily on we With a laugh and song we glide along, Across the fleeting snow; With friends beside, how swift we ride O! the raging sea has joy for me, When gale and tempest roar; THE FRIEND OF MY HEART. The Words by M. P. Andrews; the Music by Miss Abrams. friend of my heart, If the friend of my heart, must par-take of them too. Had fate from its bounty propitiously lent For the friend of my heart would partake of it too. But Nancy, with naught but her truth to endear, Moderato. WHA WADNA FECHT FOR CHARLIE. Wha wad - na fecht for Charlie? Wha wad - na draw the sword? Wha wad - na up and ral-ly At the roy-al prince's word? Think on Sco-tia's an-cient he-roes; Think on foreign foes re-pell'd; Think on glorious Bruce and Wallace, Who the proud u surp -ers quell'd! Wha wad na fecht for Charlie? Wha wad - na draw the sword? Vivace. Wha wadna, &c. ~~ the royal prince's word? See the brandish'd broadswords glancing! Let us strike for prince and laws. THE DE'IL'S AWA WI' TH'EXCISEMAN. The de'il cam fiddlin' through the toun, And danc'd a-wa' wi' th' ex-cise - man; And ilka wife cries-Auld Ma-houn, I wish you luck o' the prize, man! The danc'd a wa', he's danc'd a wa', He's danc'd a wa' wi' th'ex - cise · man. We'll mak our maut, we'll brew our drink, We'll dance, sing, and rejoice, man! And mony braw thanks to the meikle black de'il, That danc'd awa' wi' th' exciseman. The de'il's awa', &c. There's threesome reels, there's foursome reels, throbs, throbs; Yet his heart with soft e-motion throbs to leave his love be- hind, - - To Fine. leave his love be - hind To leave, to leave his fove behind. fears paint ev'ry dan - ger In a ri-val left at home. SALLY PELL. The Music tv Charles E Horn. bash-ful and shy: Pa - pa he was in haste, That of mar-riage I should taste; For the mat-ter of that-so was I, so was I,-For the matter of that-so was I. So I thought with Sally Pell, Who was then a village belle, My fortune in wedlock to try. O, 'Will you be my bride?' But, for want of children, we For which Mrs. L. she would sigh: But, alas! one rainy day, She talk'd her breath away, And, when the breath is out, one must die. 'Tis pity-yet 'tis true, Yet just the same must you; and, |