Price One Penny. THE PMlfflllP lliffll C<0> SSf X Afloat on the ocean A weary lot is thine Bells upon the vrind Banks of the Ehine Cab! Cab! Child of good nature Dearest, then, I'll love thee more Don't be foolish, Joe Forty years ago Deep in the forest dell Dear halls of my fathers Farewell, thou city of my fathers Fairy bells I think of the land where my fathers are sleeping I am thine I'll love thee ever dearly I love but thee I should like to marry Jolly W aggoner Katty darling Let us be happy together Life's a bumper Let us love oae another Lovely girl of Cadiz Life is a river Land of my birth One Hundred Ton, bless Meet me, dearest My father's old farm Merry Haymakers Madoliue Nelly Machree Oh, do you remember Old father Pat Prince Albert, Grod him Prime the cup, fill high Scenes that are brightest Spring time of the year Spanking Jack Sincerity's a jewel The Slave Take back those gems you gave me * The old water-mill The lute is sweet That feeling which exalts the soul There's room enough for all Trab ! trab The Witches' glee The old kirk yard The Standard bearer Uncle Wed When thou a.-t near You gave n.e your heart fits and Sentiments. London .—Printed and Published by W. S. Johnson, 60, St. Martin's Lane, Charing Cross. Tine Prince Albert Vocalist. PRINCE ALBERT, GOD BLESS HIM ! Tune — {" King, God bless him !") !oine, send round the toast, fill the gob- lets again, , Let our glasses flow up to the brim ; We've drank to our Queen and our flag on the main, And Prince Albert, we'll fill up to him. [a staunch Britons' hearts he still bears a good name, (May the world's darkling cares ne'er distress him !) Long, long may he live, bless'd by vir- tue and fame, Here's a health to Prince Albert, God bless him ! A hand free to give, and a heart to relieve The widow or orphan's distress, The patron of science, of merit the friend — Few nations sueh princes possess! Beloved by his Queen, Britain's daughter so dear, And the love of his children possessing, Long, long shall good fellowship echo the cheer — Here's a health to Prince Albert, God bless him ! Where roses and ja33tnine embower'd a door, That never was clos'd to the wayworn or poor ; Where the miller, God bless him: eft gave us a dance, And led off the ball with his sou! in his glance. And is this, &c. The mill is in ruins — no welcoming sound In the mastiff's quick bark, and the wheels dashing round ; The house, too, forgotten— and left to decay — And the miller, long dead, aii I lov'd pass'd away ! This play-place of childhood was grav'd on my heart In rare Paradise colors, that now must depart. The old water-mill's gone— the fair vision is fled — And I weep o'er its wreck as 1 do for the dead! THE OLD WATER-MILL. (Music— at Jefferys & Nelson's.] A ad is this the old mill-3tream, that ten years ago Was so fast in its current, 30 pure in its flow ? Whose musical waters would ripple and shine With the glorious dash of a miniature Rhine? Can this be its bed?— I remember it well, When it sparkled like silver through meadow and dell. ' And is this, &c. And here was the miller's house, peace- ful abode ! Where the flower-twin'd porch drew all eyes from the road ; \ \ X X X X X THE LOVELY GIRL OF CADIZ. [Musie— at Coventry & Hollier'3.] Oh, never talk again to me Of northern climes and Bri uh ladies — It has not been your lot to see, Like me, the 'lovely girl of Cadiz ! Altho' her eye be not of blue, Nor fair her locks, like English lasses — How far its own expressive hue The dark and languid eye surpasses I Oh, never talk, &c. Our English maids are long to woo, And frigid even in possession; And if their charms be fair to view, Their lips are slow at lore's con fession. But born beneath a brighter sun, (For love ordain'd the Spanish maid is ) ; ... And who, when fondly, fairly won— Enchants you like the girl of CadiB I Oh, never talk, &c. NEW AND FAVOEITE LONDON SONGS. PRIME THE CUP, FILL HIGH. PRIME the cup, nil it high ; Let us quaff to the fair; Here's — The light of her eye ! Here's — The gloss of her hair ! Here's to one most divine, Though I breathe not her name ; May her lot be with mine, May our hearts beat the same! By her lip, ruby red, Till these throbs cease to move, And each hope here lie dead, Her I'll love, her I'll love! For oh ! she's all the world to me; Here's — The maid I adore ! In my heart's deepest core Dwelleth but only she. Here's — The beam of her eye,&c. She's the flow'r in my bow'r, She's my star of the deep; 'Tis her form keepeth watch Tn my dreams when I sleep. Here's to her lovely eyes, And to those that are thine; Envy not I thy prize, So I win only mine. By her voice — music sweet, By the truth of the dove, Till this heart cease to beat, Her I'll love, her I'll love ; For oh ! she's all the world to me ; Here's — The maid I adore'. In this heart evermore Dwelleth she, only she. Here's — The beam of her eye,&c. The maids look cross, the lads all sign, But jealous whims they'll fast forget, To deck with roses white my door, And dancing, ply the Castanet. For soon my joyful heart will beat, 'Mid friends in bridal favours met; While wedding bells, soft jingling chime And tick tack went the castanet. MY FATHER'S OLD FARM' ONCE more I return to my dear native home, And from the old farm ne'er again will I roam, 'Twas on this sweet spot, with the reapers so gay, When youth seemed as bright as the sun's golden ray, 'Twas here where my days of sweet infancy passed, I timed not the hours, for they flew by so fast, Those days are now gone— and I feel not the joy In viewing those scenes as I did whilst a boy. though sad, sad the heart, yet life still has a charm, I feel as I gaze on my Father's old farm: They bless'd me— I left— they bade me be sure, With honour return.or return home no more, .Long years have roll'd by — thoughts of them and this spot, Though absent they were, oh, they were not forgot. So poor, poor I left them, one bright beaming morn, With riches returned— like the lc?/ they were gone, 'Twas here I was born — my life's early days spent — 'Tis here I will die, where I lived with content. Though sad, &c. THAT FEELING WHICH EXALTS THE SOUL. THAT feeling which exalts the soul All earthly bounds above, And makes it reign one peitect whole, Is deep and burning love ! And yet with those we hold most dear Its struggles are but vain, If, where we fondly love, we fear We are not loved again ! The heart upon the past may dwell, And calm and happy seem, Or feeding hopes it dare not tell, ^ May of the fature dream. But dark will be what once was clear, The task all sad and vain, If, where we once have loved, we feas We are net loved again ! THE LUTE IS SWEET. THE lute is sweet, but often sad, And sorrow's note I'd fain forget; With pipe and tabor melody, Give me the lively castanet- Last night with Florio, in the waltz, His lips and mine together met ; He whisper'dtoo, what I'll not tell While tick taik went the castanet. NEW AND FAYOEITE LONDON SONGS. CAB I CAB I Music published by Z. Purdy, Holborn. I GOES out cab driving, And sometimes all day through, In spile of all contriving, I scarcely makes a do ; A Handsom's cab I've got, A handsome horse to trot — Cab! Cab! Cab! Cab! your honor, Cab ? I'll drive you like a shot! Cab! Cab! &c. Now, if you'll hear my ditty, Til tell how 1 was done By a fat mac in the city, Of two-and-tweDty stun ; I plied at Holborn-b.il), Says he, "To Pentonville — Cab! Cab! Cab! Cab! I want a Cab Drive fast and show your skill.'' My horse's eyes I kivered, While he got in, you know, If he'd see'd his weight he'd differ'd And, perhaps, refused to go ; To Pentonvillel went, Where to me says this here gent — Cab! Cab! Cab! Cab! here's some mistake. It's Piirslico I meant. To Pimlico I took him — My horse, as you'll suppose, This job did nearly cook him — When again the check-string goes ; He says to me" Hallo! Hold hard abit, go slow — Cab ! Cab ! Cab ! Cab ! you're wrong again, Turn back, and drive to Bow." j I didn't like to grumble, But mounted up once more, All the way to Bow did trundle, Where he stopt me as before ; Says he, when there he'd rode, " This isn't my abode — [ ab! Cab! Cab! Cab! I think your'e ! drunk, This aim the Edgware-rcad V* In course I felt wexations, But I my temper ke(i', ! To the Edgeware road, good gracious! took him every step ; My horse was quite done brown, And I began to frown — "Cab! Cab! Cab! Cab! what are you at? I lives at Horstlydcwn !" To Ilorselydown I driv him, When my horse lied down, don't grin, But shelter none would give h;in, Thinks I, V He's got no tin!" "Where shall I now repair?" " To the devil, I don't caie." " Not there 1 guess," says I, "unless You give me my back fare." CHILD OF GOOD NATURE. WHEN day was scarcely dawi:ing, Against my window flew A lark one winter's morning, All chilled with icy dew ; " O taks me in, O take me in," It seemed to say to me ; " Dear child of good-Dature, I shall iive happy with thee." My window gently raising I quickly then withdrew ; Soft notes the action praising, Within ihe warbler flew ; When perched upon my glass it sang, As if to say to me, "Dear child of good-nature, I shall live happy with thee." Many were the hours My little bird would sing, Ere it sought its native bowers, When blooming came the spring; When sitting by my door it sang, As if to say to me, " Dear child of good-nature, " I have lived happy with thee." LIFE'S A BUMPER. LTFE'S a bumper, fill'd by fate , Let us guests, eDjoy the treat, Nor, like silly mortals pass Life as 'twere but half a glasSe Let this scene with joy be crown'd, Let the glee and catch go round, All the sweets of love combine, Mirth and music, love and wine ! NEW AHB FAVOBITU LO:n'DU l \' SUJNUH3. MEET ME, DEAREST. [Music— at No. 4, Exeter Hall.] MEET me, deare3t,when the bees Have sped tbeir homeward (light Wh ere blackbird in his favourite thorn Outpours his love's good night. Where fiowe.-s that breath'd the wood- land'aside, Becupp'd wi' early dew, Are kissing every gay young breeze That roves their leaflets through. Dearest love, mine ever dear ! Meet again ! oh, meet nie there ! Meet me, dearest, fond we'll stroll Adown the lovesome way; Aad whispering joys in other's arms, 'Neath roselets trinim'd with May • Till, as the glow-worm lights her lamp Where dance the fairy train, We'll bid good bye, my oniy love, And wish 'twere eve again! Dearest love, &c. LET US LOVE ONE ANOTHER. [Music — at Hinie and Son's.] LET us love oue another, not long may we stay — In this bleak world of mourning some droop while 'tis day; Others fade in their noon, and few linger till eve — Oh, there breaks not a heart, but leaves some one to grieve! And the fondest, the purest, the truest that met Have still found the need to forgive and forget ; Then oh ! though the hope? that we nourish decay, Let us iove one another as long as we stay 1 There are hearts, like the ivy, though ail bedecay'd, Who seem to twine fondly, in sunlight and shade; No leaves droop in sadneBB, still gaily they spte id, Undimna'd 'midst the blighted, the toueiy , and dead! But the ausiletoe clings to the oaK pDc t in pail, But with leaves closely round it., u root in its beart ; Exists but to twine it, imbibes the same dew, Or to fall with itslov'd oak, and perial* there too ! Thus let's love one another 'midst son row the worst, UDalter'd and fond as we lov'd at the first; Though the false wing of pleasure may change and forsake, And the bright urn of wealth into particles break, There are some sweet affections that wealth cannot buy, That cling but still closer when sorrow draws nigh, ADd remaiD with ns yet, though all else pass away — Then love one another as long as we stay. WHEN THOU ART NEAR. When thou art neat ! One smile of thine, one sunny ray, Can chase the griefs that linger here; Like morning mists they melt away When thou an near. When thou art near ! The birds their softest notes resume, Thestreamlet flows most pure & clear, The flowers put fotth their richest bloom When ihou art near. When thon art near ! My late, whose chords, if touched alone, Breathe saddest music to mine ear; How grateful is its altered tone When thou art near. When thou art near ! The sweetest joys still sweeter seem. The brightest bopes more bright appear j And life is all one happy dreuft When thou art near. NEW AND FAVORITE LONDON SONGS. A WEARY LOT IS THINE. [Music — at D'Almaine and Mackinlay's.] A weary lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ; To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine. A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoln green No more of me you know, My love ! No more of me you know. "This morn, merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ; But she shall bloom in winter's snow, Ere we two meet again." — He turned his charger, as he spake, Upon the river shore ; He gave his bridle-reins a shake Said, " Adieu, for evermore, My love ! And adieu, for evermore." DEEP IN A FOREST DELL. [Music— at Hawes's.] Deep in a forest dell, The sylphide loves to dwell, With the timid fawn, Sporting at early dawn ; Or near some limpid btream, Skimming the noon-tide beam ; Revels in shady bower, Enamoured of leaf and flower. Oft with the lark 1 soar, Where the stars their radiance pcur, When the sunbeams rise In the eastern skies ; But ah ! no more I rove, Chain'd by the tyrant, Love! My sportive joys are o'er, weep and I adore. Deep in a forest dell, &c. EELLS UPON THE WIND. [Music— at Duff & Co's.] heavenly voice, that heavenly voice, When every joy has fled, la accents, soothisg, brings relief, When all, save hope, is dead. Those melting sounds, those melting sounds, Alone can calm the mind ; Like dying sunbeams, gild the scena, Or bells upon the wind. Like bells, &c. Those mellow tones, those mellow tones, The soul-desponding cheer, Reviving joys the bosom fill, Fresh budding hopes appear The drooping heart, the drooping heart, In friendship's voice shall find A balm, whose cheering accents thrill Like bells upon the wind. Like bells, &c. i THE BANKS OF THE RHINE. | [Music— at Leoni Lee's.] I Far away from the dash of the tcr- : rent's rude foam, J Where wild flowers blossom, and v peace finds a home ; I Where the sun brightly beams on J the dark glowing vine — 5 In a cottage Love dwelt on the ! banks of the Rhine. | A maiden as fair as the day-beam s was there, ( Whose heart was as pure as her I young brow was fair ; ? And oft did the hunters, at ev'ning's < decline, < A sweet welcome find in that cot by I the Rhine. \ There was one in that throng o'er whose bosom no care J Could leave for a moment its dark \ traces there ; 5 He sighed— but his light heart could ! never repine, | For Love dwelt in that cot on the banks of the Rhine. ! The green leaves were dying, and < fading each flower, 5 And song-birds no more sought the i shade of each bower : \ Ere winter came on, at affection's \ pure shrine, \ They knelt down in joy in that cot by the Rhine. NEW AND FAVORITE LOUDON SONGS. The sighs of the zephyrs which float o'er the stream, Like the voices of friends to my memory seem : Though sorrow and age have for many a year Ruled over my wand 'rings since first I was here, Yet still 'tis a pleasure to gaze on the scene, Where my childhood was pass'd, and my fathers have been. Dear halls of my fathers ! this night is the last, Which fate will aliow me with thee to be pasi'd Far over the ocean to-morrow I roam, To seek from the stranger a larjd and a home ; Farewelij then, for ever, my fa- vourite tree, In dreams I shall often look back upon thee — And visit in fancy each fondly loved scene, Where my childhood was pass'd, and my fathers have been. FAREWELL TC THEE, LAND OF MY BIRTH. FAREWELL to thee, land of my birth, Farewell to thee, childhood's dear home ; All thy sweet charms 'mid sadness and mirth, Will haunt me wherever I roam. Ties of affection now must be broken, Links that have bound me many a year. Oft as I gaze on ev'ry lov'd token, Fancy will ever waft me here Faiewell to thee, land of my birth, Farewell to thee, childhood's dear home ; £11 thy sweet charms, 'mid sadness and mirth, Will haunt me wherever I roam . Night gathers round, deeper the shade, Valleys and hills fade with the light, Sleep, gentle sleep, lend me thy aid, In dreams bring them back to my sight ,- What tho' I go where wealth is displaying Ail its enchantment overthemind, 'Mid the gay halls my thoughts will be straying Back to the scenes I leave behind . Farewell to thee, &c. DEAR HALLS OF MY FATHERS. DEAR halls of ray fathers ! while on ye I gaze, Ye call up the spirits of happier days ; Those days, ere tne stranger had called thee Lis own, When the frowns of the woild were to me quite unknown. Eut ye are the halls of that proud race no more, That vision of splendour for ever is o'er. Yet still 'tis a pleasure to gaze on the scene, V/bere my childhood was pass'd, and my fathers have been. The m walight that streams on the ivy-clad walls, Vovi many a fond recollection rt- I AM THINE. "I'M tLine, I'm thine," she oft would say, " For ever thine ! Others' love may fade away But never mine." Yet she now leaves my heart to grieve, And break with woe, I scarce, I scarce her falsehood can believe I lov'd her so, I lov'd her ?o. 1 scarce, I scarce, &c. But love, farewell ! I now for e'er The false one fly, Her image from my heart I'll tear Then silent die. I'll no more her falsehood regret Yet where'er I go, I fear, I fear, I never can forget 1 lov'd her so, I lov'd her so. 1 fear, I tear, 4x. NEW AND FAVOEITE LONDON SONGS. THE SLAVE. Published by Jefferys and Co., Soho Square. I II AD a dream, a happy dream ; — I thought that I was free : That in my own bright land agaia A home there was for me. Savannah's tides dashed bravely on, I saw wave roll o'er wave ; But when in full delight I woke, I found myself a Slave. H tever knew a mother's love, Yet happy were my clays, Tor by my own dear father's side I sang my simple lays, lie died — and heartless strangers came, Ere closed o'er him the grave; rhey tore me weeping from his side, And claimed me as their Slave. And this was in a Christian land, Where men oft kneel and pray — The vaunted land of liberty, Where la3h and chain hold sway. 0, give me back my Georgian cot- It is not wealth I crave j O, let me live in freedom's light, Or die, if still a Slave. SPRING TIME OF THE YEAR. THE spring time of year is coming, coming, Birds are blithe, are blithe and gay, Insects bright are hamming, humming, And all the world is May, love — And all the world is May. The glorious sun is brighter, The balmy air is lighter, E'en woman when we meet her In this sweet time is sweeter. The spring time of year, &c. The gale is gently swelling, swelling, With fragrance from the balmy grove, And grateful youths are telling, telling Their happy tales of love — Their happy tales of love. Spring makes the pulse with pleasure beat, Spring makes the beart vrUh rapture thrill, Spring causes men and tnajij to meet, And doth with joy all naiur* fill, The spring time ofy«w, &c. THE RE'S ROOM ENOUGH for ALL. WH AT heed of all this fuss and strife, Each warring with his brother ? Why need we, through the crowd of life, Keep trampling on each other ? Is there no goal that can be won, Without a squeeze to gain it? No other way of getting on But scrambling to obtain it ? Oh! fellow men, remember then, Whatever chance befal, The world is wide in lands beside, There'i room enough for all. What if the swarthy peasant find No field for honestlabour ? He need not idly stop behind, To thrust aside his neighbour ! There is aland with sunny skies, Which gold for toil i3 giving, Where ev'ry brawny hand that tries Its strength can get a living. Oh ! fellow men, remember then, Whatever chance befal, The world is wide, where those abide, There's room enough for all. From poison'd air ye breathe in courts, And typhus-tainted alleys, Go forth, and dwell where health resorts, In rural hills and valleys ; Where ev'ry hand that clears a bough Finds plenty in attendance ; And every furrow of the plough A step to independence. Oh ! hasten, then, from fever'd den, And lodging cramp'd and small, The world is wide in lands beside, There's room enough for all. In this fair region far away, Will labour find employment — A fair day's work a fair day's pay, And toil will earn enjoyment! What need, then, of this daily strife, Each warring with each other ? Why need we in this crowd of life Keep trampling on each other ? Oil I fellow men, remember then Whatever chance befal The world is wide, where those abide, There's room enough 'orall! NEW AND FAVOKITE LONDON SONOS. UNCLE NED. I ONCE knew a nigger, his name was Uncle Ned, But he's gone dead long aero ; He'd got no wool on thetop of his head, In the place where the wool ought to grow. Hand up the shovel and the hoe, Lay down the fiddle and the how ; There's no more work for poor old Ned, He's gone where the good niggers go. His nails were as long as the cane in the brake, He had no eyes for to see, He had no teeth to eat the oat cake, So he let the oat cake be. Hand up the shovel, &c. On a cold frosty morning this nigger he died. In the church-yard they laid him low; And the niggers all said that they were afraid His like they never should know. Hand up the shovel, &c. SCENES THAT ARE BRIGHTEST. [Music — at Cramer and Go's.] SCENES that are brightest May charm a while ; Hearts that are lightest, And eyes that smile ; Yet o'er them above us, Though nature beam, With none to love us, How sad they seem. Words cannot scatter The thoughts we fear, For though they flatter, They mock the ear : Hopes still deceive us With tearful cost, And when they leave us The heart is lost. THE JOLLY WAGGONER. WHEN I first went a waggoning, A waggoning did go — 1 fill' d my parents' hearts full Of sorrow, grief, and woe, And many are the hardships That I have gone through. But sing, Wo ! my lads, sing, We I Drive on my lads, 1 O I And who can lead the life Of a jolly waggoner. It is a cold and stormy night, And I'm wet to the skin ; But I'll bear it with contentment,, Till I get to ihe Inn, Then I will get a drinking, With the landlord and hisfrionda, And sing, Wo J &c. Now summer it is coming, What pleasure we shall see ! The small birds are a singing In every green tree ; The black-birds.and the thrushes Are whistling in the grove, And sing, Wo ! &c. Now Michaelmas is coming, What pleasures we shall find ; It will make the gold to fly My boys, like chaff before the w And every lad shall take his lass, And set her on his knee, And sing, Wo ! &c. LET US BE HAPPY TOGETHER. [Music at Jeffreys and Co's.] COME, let us be happy together, Forwhere there's a willthere's away; And the heart may be light as a feather, If maxims like mine hold the sway: First pack up a store of contentment, Who knows not the way is a dunce ; If wrong' d, never dream of resentment-- Get rid of such folly at once. Listen to me : listen to me ! Be kind, 'tis the way to meet kindness; If not, what's the use of regret ? Rail not at the world for its blindness, But pity, forgive, and forget. Our old friends, no doubt, will be true friends ; The longer, why lcve them the more ; But shut not your eyes against sew friends, Though one be but true in a score. Prize the one you have proved, as a jewel With which it were madness to part: Who would carelessly throw by the fuel That keeps up the warmth of the heart ? Listen to me ! listen to me ! Of true souls howsweetthe communion, Throughout the wide world as we roam; To preserve, then, the strong chain of union, Let us rivet the fond links at home-) NEW AND FAVORITE LONDON SONGS. TRABI TRAB. ONE day while gently riding, To reach my fair one's home, I found her fondly waiting, And when she saw me come She cried aloud with glee, " My lov'd one haste to me! — Trab, trab, trab, trab my gallant steed, And briDg my love to me." Trab, tiab, &c. With eager haste to her, My steed still faster flew ; And thns I fondly answered Her greetingfond and true— " My ever faithful fair, Why art thou waiting there 1 Trab, trab, trab, trab, my gallant steed, My lov'd one's smiles to share," Trab, trab, &c. Then off my horse alighting, 1 sprang with open arms, And soon within them folded, I lield the maiden's charms ; As through the fields we stray, Her bright eyes seem to say : *' Trab, trab no more my gallant steed, But here with my love stay." Trab, trab, &c. We fondly talk'd, while sitting Beneath a pleasant shade : But who would care to listen To all the vowi we made ? Alas ! too short the day, Her look no more is gay, Trab, trab, trab, trab my gallant steed, We now must hie away. Trab, trab, &c. KATTY DARLING. THE flowers are blooming, Katty darling, And the birds are singing on each tree, Nevermind your mother's cruel snarl- i"g, My love you know I'm waiting for thee! The sun is sweetly smiling, With his face so clear and bright, Haste to yonr lover, Katty darling, Ere the morning will change to night. Katty ! Katty ! The flowers are blooming, &c. Meet me in the valley, Katty darling, AVhen the moon is shining o'er the . sea, 0!i, meet me near the stream, Katty darling, And tales of love I'll tell unto thee ; When the twinkling stars are peeping, Sure those eyes shine farmoie bright, Oh, meet me in the valley, Katty darling, And our vows of love we'll pledge to-night. Katty! Katty! The Mowers are blooming, &c. Faith I'm smiling at your fears, Katty darling, Then you say, you ne'e. - can be mine, I've sworn by the heavens, Katiy darling, That this heart, love, alone was thine ; The sun is sweetly shining, With his face so clear and bright, Oh, come to your lover, Katty darling, Ere the morning will change to-nigli t. Katty ! Katty! The flowers are blooming, &c. FORTY YEARS AGO. 'TIS now some forty years ago. A man was in his prime ; And forty years ago, to him, Was then a merry time; His heart was happy, light, and free, But Time has brought him low — Still he can with pleasure speak Of Forty Years ago. He gave to those who sought his aid, The poor ne'er left his door, And shelter to the friendless gave, For relief he gave in store ; But age has now passed o'er his head, He's seen each friend laid low; And all his youthful days are fled, Full Forty Years ago. Now all my once- loved friends are dead, (The old man breathed a sigh), And I am left alone to weep, O'er happy days gone by; Now ev'ry thing to me seems strange, This land I scarcely know — All things have undergone a change, Since F< rty vears ago. NEW AND FAVORITE LONDON SONGS. SPANKING JACK. SPAKNING Jack was so comely, so pleasant, so jolly, Though winds blew great guns, still he'd whistle and sing; Jack loved his friend, and was true to his Molly, And if honour gave greatness, was great as a king. One night as we drove with two reefs in the main sail, And the scud came on lowering upon a lee shore, Jack went up aloft to hand the top- gaU'ntsait, A spray washed him off, and we ne'er saw him more ! But grieving's a folly, come let us be jolly, If we've troubles at sea, boys, we've pleasures ashore. Whistling Tom, still of mischief or fun in the middle, Through life in all weathers at ran- dom would jog ; He'd .,anee,and he'd sing, and ht'd play on the fiddle, And swig, with an air, his allowance of grog. Long side of a Don, in the Terrible fri- gate, As yard-arm and yard-arm we lay off the shore, la and out Whistling Tom did so caper aud jig it, That his head was shot off and we ne'er saw him more ! But grieving's a folly, Sec. Bonny Ben was to each jolly messmate a brother, He was manly and honest, good-na- tured and free, If ever one tar was more true than another, To hU friend and his duty, that sailor was he : One day, with the david, to heave the kedge-anchor, Ben went in the boat on a bold craggy shore • He overboard tipt, whea a shark (such a spanker!) Soon nipped him in two, aud we ne er saw him more ! But grieving's a folly, &c. But what of it all, lads ? shall we be down-hearted, Because that mayhap we now take our last sup ! Life's cable must one day or other be parted, And death, in fast moorings, will bring us all up. But 'tis always the way on 't ; one scarce finds a brother, Fond as pitch, honest, hearty, and true to the core, But by battle or storm, or some d— 'd thing or other, He's popped off the hooks, and we ne'er see him more ! But grieving's a folly, & c . I THINK OF THE LAND WHERE MY FATHERS ARE SLEEPING I THINK of the land where my fathers are sleeping, I think of my dear native shore, 1 think of the friends who perchance may be weeping, For him who returneth no more ; My soul walks in darkness beneath thy bright sky, Whose breezes but echo affection's deep sigh, And whisper the words by each fond lip spoken, When last we met In bitter regret, And parted almost heart-broken. I think of the home where in life's early morrow, My Marian to passion gave birth ; I think of the spot where in silence and sorrow, I saw her laid deep in the earth. In that frost blighted bower no fresh rose shall appear— O'er that grave now forgotteu no eye drops a tear — Ah, memory why wilt thou treasure each token ? Why, drooping heart, Still nourish thy smart ? Ah, why art thou still unbroken f NEW AND FAVORITE LONDON SONGS SINCERITY 'S A JEWEL. [Music — at Metzler's.] When first I left my feyther's home, This lesson he taught I — " On whate'er coast, boy, thou art thrown, Disdain to cringe or lie ! Fawning 's a trade deserves disgrace ; Truth 's ne'er asham'd to shew her face, Though Fortune treat her cruel ; In all thy dealings act upright, Blunt Honesty s a diamond bright, Sincerity a jewel! " Dad's maxim soon I made my own, From it to swerve still scorns, And though I seldom sleep on down, Am never stretch'd on thorns ! I might, 'tis true, more wealth have made, Had I the tricks, I'd heard of, play'd, And basely cring'd to do ill ; But "No!" said I, "upright 'a up- right ; Blunt Honesty 's a diamond bright, Sincerity 's a jewel! " Then let Death come, I'll meet him calm, My reck'ning will prove right ; Ne'er willingly I'd crush a worm, Or rob man of a doit. When the grim tyrant bids depart, No guilty throb shall wring my heart, Nor will I deem him cruel ; Hope's distant prospect yields de- light, Since Honesty 's a diamond bright, Sincerity 's a jewel ! I'LL LOVE THEE EVER DEARLY. --et others breathe the melting sigh And swear they love to madness ; To them I leave the tearful eye, And all love's sober sadness. -No tender vows and pray'rs mine, But this I swear sincerely, Whiie truth and honest love thine, I'll love thee ever dearly. are are Ne'er spurn the heart that wooa ia smiles, For smiles were made for lovers. And though no tender vows are mine, Yet this I swear sincerely, While truth and honest love are thine, I'll love thee ever dearly. THE WITCHES' GLEE. [Music — at D'Almaine and Mackinlay's.] When shall we three meet again ? In thunder, lightning, or in rain ? When the hurly-burlv 'a done, When the battle's lost and won, That will be ere set of sun. OH ! Then, lady, though I scorn the wiles Which love too oft discovers, I SHOULD LIKE TO MARRY. [The Ladies' Song.] [Music— at Ransford's.] Oh ! I should like to marry, If that I could find Any handsome fellow Suited to my mind. Oh ! I should like him dashing Oh ! I should like him gay ; The leader of the fashion, And dandy of the day. Oh ! I should like, &c. Oh ! I should like his hair, As Truefitt's wigs, divine ; The sort of thing each fair Would envy being mine ! He must n't be too short, He must n't be too burly, But slim, and tall, and straight, Moustache and whiskers curly. Oh ! I should like, &c. His cab, too, he muse drive, With a tiny tiger dear ; And a phaeton and a Brougham, And ten thousand pounds a year; He must n't wish to have All things just his own way ; He must mope when I am grave, And be gay when I am gay. Oh ! I should like, &c. I'm sure he '11 never grumble, But live a life of ease, That is, on one condition — I'm to do whate'er I please I L wm NEW AND EAVOKITE LONDON SONGS. THE MERRY HAYMAKERS. TH E noontide is hot, and our lore- heads are brown, Our pal ms are all shinin g & hard , And hard is our work, with the wain and the plough Oh ! but poor is our dailyreward. But there's joy in the sunshine, and mirth in the lark That skims whistling over our head; Our spirit's are light, though our skins may be dark, And there's peace with our meal of brown bread. We dwell in the meadows and toil on the sod, Far away from the city's ^ull gloom ; nd more jolly are we, though in rags we may be, Than the pale faces over theloom. Then a song and a cheer for the bonny green stack, Climbing up to the sun wide and high — For the pitchers and rakers, and merry haymakers, And a beautiful midsummer sky. Come forth, gentle ladies — come forth, noble sirs, Pray lend us your presence awhile, Your garments will take no stain from the burs, And a freckle won't tarnish your smile. Cur carpet's as soft for your deli- dtte feet, As the pile of your velveted floor And the scent of our green sward is surely as sweet, As the perfume of Araby's shore. Come forth, noble masters, come forth to the field, Where freshness and health may be found ; Where the wildflow'rs are spread for the butterfly's bed, And the clover bloometh around. Then a song, Sec. ' Hold fast!' cries the waggoner, steady and quick, And then comes the hearty ' gee wo! ' While the cunning old team horses manage to pick A sweet mouthful to munch as they go. The tawncy-faced children come round us to play, And bravely they scatterthe heap, Til] the tiniest one, quite outspen by the fun, Is curled up with the sheep dog asleep. Old age sitteth (Sown on the hay- cock's crown, At the close of ourlabouring nay, And wishes his life, like the grass at his feet, May be pure at its passing away. Then a song, &c. DON'T BE FOOLISH, JOE. WHEN I lived down in Tennessee, U-li-a-li, o-la-e, I went courting Rosa Lee, U-li-a-li, o-la-e. Eyes as dark as winter's night. Lips as red as berries bright : When wooing first we both did po, She said, No, don't be foolish, Joe. U-li-a-li, o-la-e, ConrtiDg down in Tennessee, U-ii-a.Ji, o-la-e, Beneath the wild banana tree. lit said, you're a lubly gal, dat's plain, U-li-a-li, o-la-e, Breff as sweet as sugar-cane, U-li-a-li, o-la-t; Feet so large, and comely too, Might make a cradle of each shoe ; O Rosa, take me for your beau, She said 'No, don'tbe foolish, Jae. My story yet is to be told, U-li-a-li, o-la-e ; Rosa caught a shocking cold, U-li-a-li, o-la-e; Send for the doctor ana the Dnrse; Doctor came and made her worse ; I tried to make her laogh ; ah ! no: She whispered " Don't be foolish, Joe." Dey gib her up ; no power could save, U-li-a-li, o-la-e ; She ask me follow her to the grave, U-li-H-li, o-la-e ; I take her hand ; 'twas cold as death, So cold I hardly drew my breath ; She saw my tears in sorrow flow, And said "No, don't be foolish, Joe" NEW AND FAVORITE LONDON SONGS. THE FAIRY BELLS. [Music — at Caappell's.J I dreamt ('twas but a dream I) thou wert my bride, love, I dreamt that we were wandering side by side, love ; I, earth's happiest son, — and thou, her loveliest daughter, While tairy bells came tinkling o'er the water. Merrily, merrily, jnerrily it fell, The echo of that fairy bell' That vision past away, and thou hast left me To mourn the hopes thy falsehood hath bereft me ; No more I claim thy promised hand, No more in dreams I see thee stand ; VVIiile soft, and sweet, and low, it fell, The echo of that fairy bell ! Now, when I'm musing sad and lonely, With but my harp, and thy remem- brance only, In vain as o'er those chords I bend, One joyful note I try to send ; For sad, sad, and changed they seem, The fairy bells of that dear dream .' OH, DO YOU REMEMBER? Oh, do you remember the first time I met you? Your cheeks breathing roses, your eyes beaming blue ; Yet so tenderly sweet, as if evening had let you Mix twilight and flowers in their lovely hue ! Slowly was the night-bell ringing, Soft and sweet the vespers singing, Short the moments [ could gaze Upon thy beauteous smile ; Ding dong, evening bell, I then sighed farewell : But through hapless nights and days, And many a weary mile. Pont you remember, Remember, love, remember ? Ding dong, evening bell, Ding dong, bell! Oh yes, though my path was on moun- tain or billow, Still, still on thy loveliness fondly I hung ; Ai night-time thou wert the sweet dream of my pillow, By day, love, the music my memory sung. Slowly wag, &c. THE OLD KIRK YARD. [Music — at Chappell's.] Oh, come, come with me to the old kirk- yard, I well know the path through the soft green sward ; Friends slumber there we were wont to regard, We'll trace out their names in the old kirk-yard. Oh, mourn not for them, their grief is o'er, Oh, weep not (or them, they weep no more j For deep is their sleep, though cold and hard Their pillow may be in the old kirk- yard ! I know it is vain, when friends depart, To breathe kind wonts to a broken heart ; I know that the joy of life seems marr'd, When we follow them home to the old kirk-yard. But were I at rest beneath yon tree, Why should'st thou weep, dear love, for me? I'm way-worn and sad, — ah, why then retard, The rest that I seek in the old kirk yard ? LIFE IS A RIVER. [Music — at L. Lee's. J O life is a river, and man is the boat That, over its surface is destin'd to float ; And joy is a cargo so easily stor'd, That, he is a fool who takes sorrow on board. vVe all have a taste of the ups and the downs. As Fortune dispenses her smiles and her frowns ; Bst may we not hope, if she's frowning to-day, That to-morrow she'll lend us the light of her ray ? Would summer be priz'd for its fruit and its 3owers, If winter ne'er followed with storms, winds, and showers? And does not the brightest of pleasures ai>pear Still brighter, when chequer'd by tno- nents of care 7 NEW AND FAVORITE LONDON SONGS. AFLOAT ON THE OCEAN. [Music— at Jefferys and Co's.] Afloat on the ocean my days gaily No monarch on earth is more happy than I ; Like a bright brilliant star my trim bark seems to me, As sparkling in glory she skims o'er the sea. The wave is my kingdom, all bend to my will, And fate seems ambitious my hopes to fulfil. Tralalala, &c. The sea was my birth-place, the morn was all bright, When from a proud galley I first saw the light, The land I first trod was the home of the vine, Hence, born on the sea, I doat on good wine ; While I sail o'er the one, if the other be there, A fig for Dame Fortune, I'll langh away care. Tra la la la, &c. FAREWELL, THOU CITY OF MY FATHERS. SuDg by Mr. Sims Reeves. [Music— at Jullien's.] Farewell, thou city of my fathers, Thee I shall ne'er behold again; I'd meet a death inglorious rather Than live dishonoured by a stain ; My shame will be a story For my ruthless foe to tell ; Farewell, my land, my glory, My noble name, farewell. Farewell, thou hope so newly springing, Hardly can I thy bliss resign ; Ye loved ones, fondly clinging Around this weary heart of mine. May life be bright before ye, While I in darkness dwell, Farewell, my land, my glory, My noble name,farewell. THE STANDARD BEARER. [Music— at Jullien's. When moonbeams coldly kiss the scene of strife, And where the night breezetb.ro' the standard gigheth, Its minstrel bearer wakes to tuneful life ! This heart-sprung lay, and while his harp replieth : " Her name I may not tell, whose speaking eye " Its music breathed to charm my true affection ; " Till Freedom's holy cause I gain or die, "Beneath the standard I have sworn protection." The night is o'er, and with the new- born day, To action up the God of Battle springeth ; Thro' all, the minstrel's banner waves its way, To meet his sword were death, while still he singeth : " Her name I may not tell, whose parting sigh " Proclaim'd how dear her bosom's pure affection ; " The cause of Freedom I will gain or die, "Beneath the standard I have sworn protection." Though won the field, insatiate Death still craves, And waits were prone the minstrel knight is lying, Whose flowing blood the falling ban- ner laves, Whose last poor feeble gasp this lay is sighing: " Her name I have not breathed, my closing eye "Beholds afar her angel form reflected ; " Farewell, sweet dream, in Free- dom's cause I die, "Beside my standard faithfully protected." YOU GAVE ME YOUR HEART. You gave me your heurt t'other day, I thought it as safe as my own, I've lost it, but what can I say, .Not your heart from mine can be known. NEW AND FAVORITE LONDON SONGS. NELLY MACHREE. Sung by Mrs, Fitzwilliam and Mr. Hudson, in "Green Bushes." Air—" Thaddy, you Gander.'' OH ! Nelly Machree, come listen to me, While I tell you the elegant life you will lead, When, to step in a lady of high degree, You put on your pumps and are hap- py indeed ; So fine you will shire, in your silks and your jewels. Like a spark i' the air you will go waving along, Be the toast, and the boast, and the cause of our duels, The theme of the story, the Queen of the fong. Air— "Garryowen." Ob, talk not to me of your jewels and clothes, Sure a girl may be happy however she's drest, At your flaunting and dancing I'll turn up my uose, For a cabin and pig with the boy I love best. He might lade me then with ropes of snow, While merrily every day would pass, But tie me to one for gould and show, And I'd kick like a colt just wild from grass. Oh ! remember though love has but ground for the flure, And sorra a buckle to fasten his knee, He can rollick, and play, yet be more secure, Than put on his manners with high degree; Air.— The " pretty girl milking her cow." But think of your nights passed in pleasure, Your rest ne'er by poverty broke, And how sweetly and calmly I'd trea- sure, The headache I'd have when I woke, Conld you know who would pay their devotions, What great ones before you would bow You'd leave all such countrified notioD? To some pretty girl milking her cow. A king could I have for my father, While before me should quality bow, You may wonder, but sure, I'd rather Some pretty girl milking her cow. Could you know, &c. &c. Air, "Irish," — Unknown. Faix, Nell since you refuse me now, I a rover sure shall be, Vain you then will be sorrowing, With another on my knee. Ah ! sure little such gosthering, Takes effect on girls like me, Go then whistle a jig or two, When your pipe will welcome be. Farewell, frolicking, flaunting, rolicking All in satins and silks so gay, With due deference, I'd give preference To the freizejacket that buttons up honesty, Ah ! sure little such gosthering, &c. F3ix, Nellsinceyou refuse me now, &c. OLD FATHER PAT. OLD fatherPat was blithe and free, He kissed the lasses daily, O, And his fame so run through Dona- ghadee, There was none like him so gaily, O ; For, day or night, 'twas his delight, Devoid of care or sorrow, O, With pae, sweet pae to wet his clay, And the devil may have to morrow, O. Tol lol de rol, &c. Then father Pat was Judy's brat. The wife of Durfy's brother, O, And whiskey nailed his Queen for that, So he learned it of his mother, O ; For day or night 'twas his delight, Devoid of care or sorrow, O; So come, says he, I'll cosey be, And the devil may take to morrow, 0. Tol lol de rol, tec- Then father Pat he kept a school, But it was for more than thinking, O For, lest his scholars' wit should cool, He kept them always drinking, O, Thus, day and night, 'twas his delight, Devoid of care or sorrow, O, To boose away, old Pat would say, And the devil may take to morrow, O. Tol lol de rol, &c. NEW AND FAVORITE LONDON 80JM(*S. TAKE BACK THOSE GEMS YOU GAVE ME. TAKE back those gems you gave me, I prized them but for thee ; Thou art changed, and they no longer Possess one charm for me. Alas, they but remind me Of bright hopes passed away;_ - Oh ! would that they might baniso. The dream of yesterday Thou canst not call me faithless, For never vow of mine "Was breathed or lightly spoken, Say, was it so with thine. Take back, &c. And yet I'll not upbraid thee, My presence shall not throw One cloud upon thy pathway, One shadow on thy brow. Go, mingle with the thoughtless, And revel with the gay; Leave me the sad remembrance, That dream of yesterday. My last farewell is spoken, One sad word lingers yet; Although my voice might falter, My heart would say, forget. Take back, &c. DEAREST, THEN, I'LL LOVE THEE MORE. [Music— at Duff andCo's.] YES, I'll love thee, oh, how dearly, Words but faintly can express, This fond heart beats too sincerely, E'er in life tolove thee less ! No, my fancy never ranges, Hopes like mine can never soar; If the love I cherish changes, It will be to love thee more. Though the world has many sorrows, And perchance it may be ours, Love from tears a brightness borrows Like the earth from summer showers We will share our griefs and gladness, In the future a3 of yore ; And in all your hours of sadness, Dearest, then, I'll love ihee more. Youth mav pass, but ask not whether. When you'rold I'll love as true; Shall we no; grow old together, And Time's changes mark me, too? Life may cease, but then to heaven Will my pure affection soar Yet, when freed from earthly teamen, Dearest, than, I'll love thee more. ■ MADOLINE. [Music— at Moss and Co's.] DREAM of thee, sweet Madoline, So beautiful and bright, My memory weaves each look of thine With ev'ry thought of light. Thou art the music of ray heart That whispers thro' each day, That speaks thy name in ev'ry breeze When far from thee away. I dream of thee, &c. I dream of thee, dear Madoline, Thro' life's sad waste of years ; Like spring's sweet breath to flower8 that droop Thy beaming smile appears: Whene'er the world may cast its care, When sorrow near I see, I fear no shade, for in my grief I turn again to thee- I dream of thee, &c. I LOVE BUT THEE. [Music — at Cramer and Co'a.] IF after all yoa still will doubt and fear me, And think this heart to other loves will stray, If I must swear, then lovely doubter hear me; By all those dreams I have when thou'rt away— By every throb I feel when thou art near me — I love but thee, I love but thee. By those dark eyes where light is eve. playing, Where love in depth of shadow holds his throne, And by those lips which give whate'er thou'rt saying Of grave or gay, a music of its own A music far beyond all minstrel-playing I love but thee, 1 love but thee. By that fair brow where innocence re- poses, Pure as the moonlisht sleeping on the snOW; And by that cheek whose fleeting blu discloses A hue too bright to blew this worl below, And only fit to dwelt oo Eden's ros I love but thee, I love but thee. ****** ************************************ *^** 4-^*^4 ; TOASTS AND SENTIMENTS. Our favori(e frieml, and our favorite girl. May the consolation of rectitude sweeten the bitterness of sorrow. The subject of liberty, and the liberty of the subject. May we look round us with pleasure, and upwards with gratitude. Pleasures which please on reflection. May we never know distress from our own folly. May our pleasures continue, and our sorrows be distant. Ability to do good. May the seeds of friendship never produce the (lowers of ingratitude. May we live to see and bless the day, When we've neither armies to dread or taxes to pay. The greatest blessing Heaven can send — a good wife. May he (hat turns his back on his fr iends, fall into the hands of his enemies. The British Navy. May the gale of prosperity waft us into the port of happiness. Head and hands to earn, and a heart to spend. Hold to every one depressed by the leaden hand of misfortune. Every thing belonging to fortune but her instability. Merit assisted, and knaves twisted. Good ships, fair winds, and brave seamen. May we be just as happy as we wish our neighbours to be. Charity without ostentation, and religion without bigotry. Addition to Patriots, Subtraction to Placemen, Multiplication to the friends of Peace, Division to its Enemies, Reduction to Abuses, Rule of Three to Queen, Lords, and Commons, Practice to Reformation, Fellowship to Britons; Discount to the Nai.w.'.al Debt, and Decimal Fraction? 'r the Clergy. May we never want bread to make a toast of. Sun-shine and good-humour all the world over. May the best day we have seen be the worst we have to come. Virtue for a guide, and fortune for an attendant. May we derive amusement from business, and improvement from pleasure. May our commanders in arms have (he eve rf a Havvke, and the. hea;t of a Wolfe. The Queen, and may we never know the want of her picture. \** ******** ***•■* s 4 ? * sj- t j j j , . May we laugh in our cups, and think when we are sober. Absent friends. May the meanest Briton scorn to be the highest slave. To the memory of those who have died in defence of their country. May the polished heart make amends for a rough countenance. Riches to seamen's widows and orphans. The Queen and Constitution. May we always meet more numerous, and never less respectable. May sovereigns and subjects reign in each other's hearts by iove. May every Briton be loyal, and find a loyal protection. • May British soldiers and cowardice ever be at war. May the gifts of fortune never cause us to steer out of our latitude. Fidelity to our friends, and grace to our enemies. May prudence secure us friends, but enable us to live without their as- sistance. May we be friendly and social to all mankind. May we bury sorrow in the friendly draught. The sun-shine of the soul,— a friend. May we always have a friend, and know his value. May our friendship continue as long as the sun. When we meet to be merry, let us part with discretion. May the blossoms of liberty never be blighted. May we act with reason even when the bottle circulates. -Long life, pure love, and bountlless liberty. May the fire of love never feel decay. The rose of love without the thorns. May the opinions of others never warp reason's dictates. A mirth-inspired bowl. May those we love be honest, and the land we live in free. Love for love. May love and reason be friends, and beauty and prudence marry. Love in every breast, liberty in every heart, and learning in every head. May the people of England always oppose a bad ministry, and give vigour to a good one. May the armies and navies of Great Britain ahvnys be successful in a good cause, and never be wigaged in a" bad one. May every viifuous woman be happy, and every vicious one penitent. ?***'* ***SJJ *4 **** j-*** **** + j****-