Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene
Her purest of crystal and brightest of green :
"Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill,
Oh! no, it was something more exquisite still.
'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom,were near,
Who made each dear scene of enchantment more dear;
And who felt how the best charms of nature improve,
When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest,
In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best;
Where the storms that we feel in this cold world
should cease,
And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
My bonnie Lass, now turn to me.
As sung by Mr. PEARMAN.
My bonnie lass, now turn to me,
And give a smile to cheer me,
An honest heart I'll gie to thee,
For in truth I love thee dearly.
Come o'er the heather,
We'll trip together,
All in the morning early,
With heart and hand,
I'll by thee stand,
For in truth I love thee dearly.
Come o'er the heather,
We'll trip together,
For I heed neither mother,
Nor father, nor brother,
With heart and hand,
I'll by thee stand,
For in truth I love thee dearly.
There's many a lass I love full well,
And many who love me dearly,
But there's ne'er a one, except thysel',
That I e'er could love sincerely.
Come o'er the heather, &c.
Buy a Broom,
As sung by Miss C. FISHER.
From Teuschland I come,with my light wares all laden,
To dear sunny England, in summer's gay bloom,
Then listen, fair lady, and young pretty maiden,
Oh buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom;
Buy a broom, buy a broom, (spoken) “buy
broom,"
Oh buy of the wandering Bavarian a broom.
To brush away insects, that sometimes annoy you,
You'll find it quite handy to use night and day,
And what better exercise, pray, can employ you,
Than to sweep all vexatious intruders away?
Buy a broom, &c.
Ere winter comes on for sweet home soon departing,
My toils for your favor again I'll resume,
And while gratitude's tear from my eyelid is starting,
Bless the time that in England, I cried "buy a
(spoken.) Yes, I shall go back to my own country, and tell them there, I sold all my wares in England, singing,
O mein lieber Augustin, Augustin, Augustin,
O mein lieber Augustin, Alles 'ist weg,
Bock ist weg
Stock ist weg
Auch ich bin in dern drick
O mein lieber Augustin, Alles ist weg.
Oh, yes! we often mention her.
Oh, yes, we often mention her,
And breathe again her cherished name,
And though she now is far away,
She lives within my heart the same.
I think not of her loss with tears,
Nor nourish with a vain regret,
The memory of former years,
Although I never can forget!
I do not fly from scene to scene,
That thoughts of her may cherish'd be,
For she is still where'er I roam,
A solace and a joy to me
I stray where we have often stray'd,
And linger where we often met,
Without a thought of grief to shade;
Although I never can forget.
They tell me that contentment dwells
Within my calm and spotless breast,
And how can I unhappy be,
When she I love so well is blest?
She thinks no more on other days,
With sorrow or with vain regret,
Although, perchance like me, she says,
I never, never can forget.
Cushlamachree,
As sung by Signorina GARCIA.
Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises,
An emerald set in the ring of the sea;
Each blade of thy meadows my faithful heart prizes,
Thou queen of the west, the world's Cushlamachree,
Thy gates open wide to the poor and the stranger, There smiles hospitality, hearty and free;
Thy friendship is seen in the moment of danger, And the wanderer is welcom'd with Cushlamachree.
Thy sons they are brave, but the battle once over, In brotherly peace with their foes they agree; And the roseat cheeks of thy daughters discover, The soul-speaking blush that says Cushlamachree.
Then flourish for ever, my dear native Erin,
While sadly I wander an exile from thee,
And firm as thy mountains, no injury fearing;
May heaven defend its own Cushlamachree.
The Smile of Contentment and Love,
TUNE-"Kinloch of Kinloch."
Oh dear is my cottage, unclouded by sorrow
And sweet is the bower my Emeline wove;
Ah! nought from the gay or the wealthy I'd borrow,
While bless'd with the smile of contentment and love.
The mirth of my children, their playful caresses,
Unceasing delight to a parent must prove;
Then talk not of him who more splendor possesses,
My wealth is the smile of contentment and love.
The morning awakes us to health and to labor,
The lark points to heaven as first to be praised,
The ev'ning procures me my friend and my neighbor,
To join in the tribute by gratitude raised.
And while with such music re-echoes my dwelling,
While harmony still lingers over the grove,
Oh! if there's a bliss such enjoyment excelling,
It beams in the smile of contentment and love,
Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer,
List, ye landsmen, all to me;
Messmates, hear a brother sailor,
Sing the dangers of the sea;
From bounding billows, first in motion,
When the distant whirlwinds rise,
To the tempest-troubled ocean,
When the seas contend with skies.
Hark! the boatswain hoarsely bawling,
By topsail sheets and halyards stand,
Down topgallants, quick be hauling,
Down your staysails, hand, boys, hand:
Now it freshens, set the braces,
The lee topsail sheets let go,
Luff, boys, luff, don't make wry faces,
Up your topsails nimbly clew.
Now, all you on down-beds sporting,
Fondly lock'd in beauty's arms,
Fresh enjoyments, wanton, courting,
Safe from all but love's alarms,
Around us roars the tempest louder,
Think what fears our minds enthral;
Harder yet, it still blows harder,
Now, again, the boatswain's call.
The topsail yards point to the wind, boys, See all clear to reef each course,
Let the foresheets go, don't mind, boys,
Though the weather should be worse;
Fore and aft the spritsail yard get,
Reef the mizen, see all clear,
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