merrily, Our

cheer us

on our way.

2

Now let our happy, youthful band,

Be joined in heart, be joined in hand;
And hie away,

To sport and play,
So swiftly flies the day.
Merrily, merrily, merrily,
Our voices ring,
We merrily sing,

To cheer us on our way.

3

No more upon the dewy green,
Shall I now wait for thee,
But float, by mortal eye unseen,
Far o'er the gladsome sea.

1

We part, but oh! I prithee
Come again;

Hark! echo hears, and bids thee
Come again;

We'll ever welcome thee:

4

I leave my home, I leave these skies,
And bid the vale farewell;
And all that fills my heart and eyes,
Must but in memory dwell.

Yes, though now we part in sadness, Thy return we'll hail with gladness; So come, come again.

2

Where e'er thy lot pursuing, Come again;

Our anxious fears subduing, Come again;

Farewell, once more repeating,
Come again;

Be still our parting greeting,
Come again.;

We'll ever welcome thee:
Yes, though now we part in sadness,
Thy return we'll hail with gladness;
So come, come again.

1

Ye days of sunny pleasure,
How soon your bloom is fled?
With music's airy measure,

All silent now and dead!
Dear days, when card nor sorrow
Could break my moon-light dream,
When every new-born morrow
With new-born joy did gleam.

TUNE,-"Boat Song," p. 30.

DAYS OF CHILDHOOD.
TUNE,-"Hope," p. 40.
2

Once more, oh! might I wander
By meadow, hill and grove,
Where silvery streams meander,
And skies are bright above;
With kindly friends to greet me,
By morning's early light,
With looks of love to meet me,

Returning home at night.

3

| And oh! once more to mingle
Amid the happy throng,
And swell, with tuneful voices,
The glad united song!
Alas! each joyous measure,

How soon 'tis hushed and dead;
Ye days of sunny pleasure,
How soon your bloom is fled