Andantino.

Allegro.

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I'll play the deuce, and that's

can't come in,

'Tis really now provoking;

I not a single thing can play,

I shall have for all my hand to pay;
Never was anything so hard,

I have not even a leading card!-
Nay, 'tis no time for joking.

Well, I should like to change my place,
I've not played one;

Eight cards, and every card an ace !
Of ill luck what a run!

I soon shall be a bankrupt, I know. Well, then, I've not a single card in my hand! Lord, ma'am, you have as many cards as anybody else! How can you joke so; did you ever see such luck in your life? Well, my love, bad luck at cards, good luck in a husband. O! now you talk of husbands, who did you say, ma'am, was the happiest couple in the nation?

The Queen, and King, and that's a stop;

The ace, and deuce, and tray, and pop,

I'm out, so hand the rhino.

Come, don't despair, but try again;
The trump's a spade, the nine and ten,-
You'll come in soon.-The lord knows when!-

That venture was a bold one.

'Tis now my turn,-the two, the three,-
Well, that's a charming thing for me.
The four, five, six, and seven, and eight.
You'll be out quickly, at this rate.
O! she deals, sir, with the old one;
The game, in spite of all I try
So turns about,

That I can see, with half an eye,

That to be out I never shall be able.

Well, I had matrimony last time,-I shall have intrigue next, I suppose. The natural consequence, ma'am. I beg your pardon, but what unfortunate old gentlewoman were you talking about?

The Pope, ma'am, and that's a stop;
And now the two, and three, and pop!
I'm out, and clear the table.

Andantino.

sweet to lis ten to thy sighs, And 'Twas sweet to meet in yon lone grove, While smiles the heart's best sunshine shed; 'Twas sweet to part and think again The gentle things that each had said.

hear

Vivace.

To lead the mer-ry dance A

Amid the youths anon who start

Their rival skill to try,

O! one there is, whose lightsome heart

Gives rapture to his eye;

And sure I am-though fair

And rich our maidens be, 'Twould be his pride to share

The garland crown with me.

I cannot boast of worldly store, I can but humbly say

Affection's cares, my only dow'r, Still guide my youthful way; But he all else foregoes,

As in the dance you'll see,

To win the village rose

For me, for only me.

Andante.

arms, to arms, ye brave! Th'.

to-ry or death! March on, march on,
Now, now the dangerous storm is rolling,
Which treacherous kings, confederate, raise;
The dogs of war, let loose, are howling,
And, lo! our fields and cities blaze.
And shall we basely view the ruin,

While lawless force, with guilty stride,
Spreads desolation far and wide,
With crimes and blood his hands imbruing?
To arms, ye brave, &c.

With luxury and pride surrounded,
The vile insatiate despots dare,
Their thirst of power and gold unbounded,
To mete and vend the light and air;

all hands re-solv'd
on
vic - to-ry or death.
Like beasts of burden would they load us;
Like gods, would bid their slaves adore;-
But man is man,-and who is more?
Then shall they longer lash and goad us?
To arms, ye brave, &c.

O Liberty! can man resign thee,
Once having felt thy gen'rous flame?
Can dungeons, bolts, and bars confine thee,
Or whips thy noble spirit tame?
Too long the world has wept, bewailing
That falsehood's dagger tyrants wield;
But freedom is our sword and shield,
And all their arts are unavailing.
To arms, ye brave, &c.

Allons, enfans de la patrie,

Le jour de gloire est arrivé; Contre nous de la tyrannie,

L'étendart sanglant est levé. (Bis)
Entendez vous dans les campagnes,
Mugir ces féroces soldats,

Il viennent jusques dans vos bras,-
Egorger vôs fils, vôs campagnes.
Aux armes, citoyens !

Formez vos bataillons!

Marchez, qu'un sang impur! (Bis)
Abreuve nos sillons!

Que veut cette horde desclaves,
De traîtres de rois conjurés,

Pour qui cos ignobles entraves,

Ces fers des long tems preparés: (Bis) Français, pour nous, ah, quel outrage! Quels transports il doit exciter ! C'est nous qu'on ôse mediter,

De rendre a l'antique esclavage.
Aux armes, citoyens, &c.
Quoi! des cohortes etrangères,
Feraient la loi dans nos foyers;
Quoi! ces phalanges mercenaires
Terrasseraient nos fiers guérriers! (Bis)
Grand Dieu, par des mains enchainées,
Nos fronts sous le joug se ploieraient;
De vils despotes deviendraient,
Les maîtres de nos destinées.

Aux armes, citoyens! &c.
Tremblez, tyrans, et vous perfides!
L'opprobre de tous les partis,
Tremblez! vos projets parricides
Vont enfin recevoir leur prix.
Tous est soldats pour vous combattre,
S'ils tombent nos jeunes héros ;
La terre en produit de nouveaux,
Contre vous tous prets a se battre.
Aux armes, citoyens! &c.

P

she would mar-ry

Blithely they saw the rising sun,

When he shone fair on Carlisle wall; But they were sad ere day was done, Though love was still the lord of all. Her sire gave broach and jewel fine,

Where the sun shines fair on Carlisle wall; Her brother gave but a flask of wine, For ire that love was lord of all.

love will still be lord of all. Blithely they saw the rising sun,

When he shone fair on Carlisle wall; But they were sad ere day was done, Though love was still the lord of all. That wine she had not tasted well

(The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall), When dead in her true love's arms she fell; So love was still the lord of all.

Andante.

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