ne-ver, ne-ver, march a gain. To him the trum-pet's piercing breath Calls forth to con espress. Ned, quar-ter'd in the arms of death, Ned, quar-ter'd in the ad lib. tr JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER. Hebrew Melody.-The Poetry by Lord Byron; the Music by I. Nathan. Since thy tri-umph was bought by And the voice of my mourning is o'er, And the mountains behold me no more; If the hand that I love lay me low, There cannot be pain in the blow! And of this, O, my father! be sure, thy vow, And the last thought that soothes me below. Strike the bosom that's bar'd to Though the virgins of Salem lament, Be the judge of the hero unbent! I have won the great battle for thee, And my father and country are free. thee now. When this blood of thy giving hath gush'd, UNCLE GABRIEL; OR, O COME ALONG, O SANDY BOY, Published in Davidson's Cheap Edition of the Songs of the Ethiopian Serenaders. O come a-long, O San-dy boy,- Now come a-long, O do; O, what will All night I nebber sleep a wink So I wander'd out by moonlight, I started werry much at dis,- O come along, &c. And fust, she roll'd her eyes about, a-long, too? I'm Dinah Ginger, well you know, (At least vot us'd to be,) Till you made lub to Julia Crow,- O come along, &c. 'But eb'ry night, atwixt the hours O yes, I will, by gum !' And though I leab her to her fate, She's faithful still to me; And eb'ry night, when de moon am bright Dat horrid sight I see!' O! come along, &c. Allegro. O! HAD I JUBAL'S LYRE. O! had I Ju-bal's lyre, Or Mi- riam's tune-ful voice, O! had I Ju-bal's lyre, Or Miriam's tune-ful voice, To sounds like his I would as-pire, To sounds like Vivace. THE BOLD DRAGOON. There was an ancient fair, O! she lov'd a nate young man, And she could not throw sly looks at him, but on-ly thro' her fan; With her winks and blinks, this waddling minx, her quizzing ad lib. glass, her leer and si-dle, O! she lov'd a bold dra-goon, with his long sword, sad-dle, bri-dle, Whack row di dow dow, tal la la di ral di; Whack row di dow dow, tal de ral de ral de ral. She had a rolling eye,-its fellow it had none; Would you know the reason why? It was, because she had but one. With her winks and blinks, this waddling minx, She couldn't keep her one eye idle,O! she leer'd at this dragoon, with his long sword, saddle, bridle. Now, he was tall and slim,-she, squab and short was grown; He look'd just like a mile in length,-she, just like a mile-stone. With her winks and blinks, this waddling minx, Her quizzing glass, her leer and sidle,O she sigh'd to this dragoon, 'Bless your long sword, saddle, bridle !' Soon he led unto the church the beauteous Mrs. Flin, Who a walnut could have crack'd 'tween her lovely nose and chin; O! then such winks! in marriage links The four-foot bride from church did sidle, As the wife of this dragoon, with his long sword, saddle, bridle. A twelvemonth scarce had pass'd, when he laid her under ground; Soon he threw the onion from his eyes and touch'd ten thousand pounds; For her winks and blinks her mone, chinks, So long life to this dragoon, with his long sword, saddle, bridle THOUGH WINTER BLAST THE WEEPING YEAR. Moderato. The Poetry by Dr. Wolcot; the Music by Dr. Busby. Though win-ter blast the weep - ing year, Let Cyn-thia's presence glad my soul; No howling winds a-round I hear, Un heard the roar-ing torrents roll. With |