The lark sweetly pouring his lay to the morn, With life's early ties, in our bosom are bound Then here's to auld Caledon's bright-gleaming blade, And here's to thy light-waving gay tartan plaid, Love thee, dearest, Love thee, dearest, love thee, Tho' too oft dim, With tears like him, Like hin my truth will shine; Leave thee, dearest, leave thee! A cloud of night May veil his light, And death shall darken mine, No-till death I'm thine. Twilight Dews, When twilight dews are falling fast I watch that star whose beam so oft And thou too on that orb so dear, There's not a garden walk I tread, To Day, Dearest, is ours, To day, dearest, is ours, Why should love carelessly lose it? This life shines or lours, Just as we, weak mortals, use it. "Tis time enough, when its flowers decay, To think of the thorns of scrrow; And joy, if left on the stem to-day, May wither before to-morrow. Then why, dearest! so long Let the sweet moments fly over? Tho' now, blooming and young, Thou hast me devoutly thy lover, Yet time from both in his silent lapse Some treasure may steal or borrow; Thy charms may be less in bloom perhaps, Or I less in love to-morrow. Alice Gray. She's all my fancy painted her, She never can be mine; For the love of Alice Gray. Her dark brown hair is braided Yet my heart, my heart is breaking, For her I'd climb the mountain side, I've sank beneath the summer's sun, And when the green sod wraps my grave, May pity haply say, 'Oh! his heart was broken For the love of Alice GraTM M The harp that once thro' Tara's halls. AIR-Gramachree. The harp that once thro' Tara's halls, The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls So sleeps the pride of former days, And hearts that once beat high for praise, No more to chiefs and ladies bright, The chord alone, that breaks at night, Thus freedom now so seldom wakes; Is when some heart indignant breaks, Take heed! whisper low. Behold! how brightly breaks the morning, We'll hail the breeze or brave the storm. Look out and spread your net with care; The prey we seek we'll soon ensnare. Away! no cloud is low'ring o'er us, Smile again, my bonnie Lassie. Lassie, smile again! Prithee do not frown, sweet lassie, For it gives me pain. If to love thee too sincerely Be a fault in me, Thus to use me so severely Is not kind in thee. Smile again, &c. Fare-thee-well, my bonnie lassie, Time will show thee, bonnie lassie, Still, believe me, thou shalt ever Own my faithful heart. Then, smile again, &c. Rest! Warrior, rëst. As sung by Miss KELLY. He comes from the wars, from the red field of fight; The warrior bends low at the cottager's door. Sunk in silence and sleep in the cottager's bed, |