With thee, my bark, I'll swiftly go, Nor heed what land thou bear'st me to, Welcome, welcome, ye dark-blue waves, Huntsman's Song and Chorus. Oh! what can compare to the huntsman's bold pleasure! For whom is the goblet so rich and so free? To rise from the grass at the horn's cheering measure, And follow the stag thro' the forest and lea. Oh! these are enjoyments that lighten and cheer us, Give strength to the frame, and delight to the soul: When rocks with their echoes, and forests are near us, More free sounds the pledge from the full-flowing bowl. Yo ho! tral, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. When rocks with their echoes, and forests are near us, More free sounds the pledge from the full-flowing bowl. Yo ho! tral, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Diana at night shines brilliantly o'er us, And aids us with coolness and shadows by day, To chase the grim wolf from his coverts before us, And bring the wild boar in his fury to bay. Oh! these are enjoyments that lighten and cheer us, Give strength to the frame, and delight to the soul: When rocks with their echoes, and forests are near us, More free sounds the pledge from the full-flowing bowl. Yo ho! tral, la, &c, I'd mourn the Hopes that leave me AIR-"The Rose Tree," I'd mourn the hopes that leave me, With heart so warm, and eyes so bright, That smile turns them all to light. "Tis not in fate to harm me, While fate leaves thy love to me; Unless joy be shar'd with thee. Of waking bliss without thee, And though the hope be gone, love, The mind that burns within me, And pure smiles from thee at home. Thus, when the lamp that lighted The traveler at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks around in fear and doubt; By cloudless star-light on he treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering G The Pilot. Oh, Pilot! 'tis a fearful night, There's danger on the deep, I'll come and pace the deck with thee, Go down! the sailor cried, go down, This is no place for thee; Ah! pilot, dangers often met, And thou hast known these raging waves, That gives this strength to me: On such a night the sea engulph'd And such, perhaps, may by my fate,- Fear not! but trust in Providence, Marian Ramsay, As sung by Mrs. KNIGHT. I am Marian Ramsay, from Scotland I come- springing, And much I should grieve from dear Scotland to part, But I'm come to the south, sir, to get a sweetheart, With my fal, la, la, la, while the birds are a singing. They say, that my relation is a mighty odd man, ing. 'Tis you, sir, I'm sure, for the truth to reveal, So get me a sweetheart, and bid me good bye, With my fal, la, &c. Away, my bounding Steed, away! I ride for princely halls; Ay, paw the ground and proudly neigh, Nay spur and speed, thou gallant knight, Or lose the meed of fame; The challenge breath'd, I cast my glove; In arms I'll prove my lady-love Now poise the temper'd lance on high- And skill decides the field. The joust is done, the prize is won, And merry is the victor's eye;. Pass wine-cups round, while clarions sound The Happy Swiss Boy, Come over the mountains, my bonny Swiss boy, Come over, &c. And haste, &c., The sun now shows his rosy beams, The flocks are hasting to the streams, Come over, &c. And haste, &c. You will find me, you'll find me a happy Swiss boy, As I trip o'er the hills, far away, You will find, &c. As I trip, &c. And while I watch my flocks and herds, You will find, &c. As I trip, &c. A Soldier's Gratitude, Whate'er my fate, where'er I roam, The tender sigh, the balmy tear, Then ever rove, &c. |