BLIND MARY. Irish Melody, to Moore's 'In the Morning of Life;' the Poetry by Thomas Davis, published in Duffy's Spirit of the Nation.' Moderato. e There flows from her spi-rit such love and delight. That the face of Blind Ma-ry is ra-diant with light, As the gleam from a home-stead thro' dark - ness will show, Or the moon glim-mer soft thro' the fast fall-ing snow. Yet there's a keen sor-row comes o'er her at No-body knows, nobody knows For whom in thought-ful mood I sigh; 市 No-body knows, nobody knows, If hush'd my song, the reason why. When from my mo-ther's fav'- rite tree, I steal her fairest half-blown rose, She poco ritard. ne - ver a tempo. blows is like, is like this rose; No flow'r that blows is like, is like this rose. The Poetry by G. Soane, A.B; arranged to the air 'Giuro ainumi' in Rossini's opera of 'Semiramide.' THE THISTLE OF SCOTLAND FOR EVER, HURRAH! Moderato. The En-glish may boast of their soft-scent-ed ro - ses, But, O! we have that we love PRINCE CHARLIE'S WELCOME TO SKYE. Old Jacobite Song, as sung by Mr. Wilson. come ow'r the main, Wi' the wind for their way, and the cor-rie for their hame, And GRUSS AN DEN BRUDER-DOES MY BROTHER THINK OF ME. The Poetry translated from the German of Prince Ernest, by W. Ball; the Music by H.R.H. Prince Albert.-Published by Lonsdale. Lento. 4 Have I then the lyre for-sa-ken, Which so oft my hours would share? All its call its ear-liest treasures, And thy dear, thy na-tive home, And thy dear, thy native home. BOYS, WHEN I PLAY, CRY, O CRIMINI! I'm in talk a pendant musical, In fine terms I lug intrusical; Cramer's florios, This is amateur high musical. Toodle, roodle, &c. E C IF MY SONG CAN FONDLY MOVE THEE. move; All its sooth-ing notes were given, As the gentle voice of love, the voice of love! Would you Hope's bright lan-guage bor-row, What can breathe its joys so well? min - gle there; must min-gle, must min-gle, must min-gle; Music, sure, must |