THE FAIRIES' SONG. TRIO. Within this shelter'd mossy dell, From mortal ken, we fairies dwell, When the garish eye of day Beams abroad its golden ray. Light dancing on the daisied ground, Our wanton rings we trace around, When the moon, with play light, Gems the modest brow of night. Around the mushroom's tawny breast, 'Tis there we hold our elfin feast; Honey'd stores of saffron hue, Acorn cups of nectar dew. O sweetly thus our moments fly, GILES SCROGGINS. Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown, He bought a ring with posie true, But scissors cut as well as knives, And quite unsartin's all our lives, The day they were to have been wed, Poor Molly laid her down to weep, And cried hersel quite fast asleep, When, standing all by the bed post, The ghost it said all solemnly, Fol deriddle lol, &c. O Molly, you must go with I! All to the grave, your love to cool She says, I am not dead, you fool! Says the Ghost, says he, Vy that's no rule ;— Fol deriddle lol, &c. The Ghost be seiz'd her all so grim, Fol deriddle lol, &c. All for to go along with him, Fol deriddle lol, &c. Come, come, said he, ere morning beam,- A TRAVELLER STOPPED AT A WIDOW'S A Traveller stopped at a widow's gate; But the landlady slighted her guest; The chambermaid's sides they were ready to crack, When she saw his queer nose, and hump on his back! (A hump isn't handsome, no doubt :) A bag full of gold on the table he laid, Though he still might have frightened the devil. He paid like a prince, gave the widow a smack, And flopp'd on his horse, at the door, like a sack; While the landlady touching the chink, Cried, "Sir, should you travel this country again, I heartily hope that the sweetest of men Will stop at the widow's to drink." THE STAR OF LOVE. Along the mountains of the west, The hermit sits within his cave. * The May moth in the wild flower sleeps And drowsy shepherds homeward hie. Appear! star after st star appears— THE SENTINEL.) · In the night, when the watch light beside him was burning, The sentinel stood on the field of the dead, Yet then hope, on the wing of the midnight returning, Came clad in the smiles of the days that were fled, And though a soldier's mind might roam Back to the vanished battle day, He thought of his love, and he thought of his home For the fields where he fought were afar and away. Then, turning again from the strife and the slaughter, We swept the blue waves of a far distant sea, Yet he sighed as he bent o'er the dark ocean wa ter, For the wild wave that bore him still bore him from thee; Then, as we cleft the green sea foam, Or flew before the silvery spray, He thought of his love, and he thought of his home, While his vessel was bounding afar and away. MEET ME BY MOONLIGHT. Meet me by moonlight alone, And then I will tell you a tale, Must be told by the moonlight alone, In the grove at the end of the vale; You must promise to come, for I said, I would show the night flowers their queen;. Nay turn not away thy sweet head, 'Tis the loveliest ever was seen. Oh, meet me by moonlight alone. Daylight may do for the gay, The thoughtless, the heartless, the free; If I want the sweet light of your eyes. |