A blessing to the squire, for he gave us great content, And well he entertain'd us when my father paid his rent; With flagons of good ale he'd drink, "Farmer, speed the plough," How happily we lived then to what we do now! At length the squire died, sir—ob, bless his ancient pate!— Another fill'd with pride came as heir to the estate; He took my father's farm away, and others too, I vow, Which brought us to the wretched state that we are in now. May Providence befriend us, and raise some honest heart The poor for to disburden, who long have felt the smart; To take the larger farms and divide them into ten, THE GOLDEN LUCY. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by JOHN BLOCKLEY. ["I see the golden hair and the innocent face now, between me and the driving clouds, like an angel going to fly away."CHARLES DICKENS's" Wreck of the Golden Mary."] THE Golden Mary sailed from port, A vessel stanch and true; Forth from their native land she bore, An exile band, and 'mid them stood A bright-eyed fairy child. They deemed no harm could ever come To one so pure and fair, And they called her "Golden Lucy," The Golden Mary proudly stemmed And all, the "Golden Lucy" deemed But darkness came-the storm swept by, The bark was wreck'd-but none more brave No land in sight, for days and days And they watch'd poor "Golden Lucy," 'Twas at the midwatch of the night Seemed looking with a radiant smile, To list'ning ears now oft they tell, THE SOLDIER'S DREAM OF HOME. G. H. FRENCH.] [Music by INGLIS BERVON. In battle's field, 'mid cannons' roar, A brave young soldier's there, Defending nobly with his sword, His country's colours dear! "Still, still fight on !" the warriors cry, Till night o'ershades the day; Then, in redoubt, on knapsack rough, Fatigued, careworn, sweet, welcome sleep Near to his loving wife and child, And happy native home. He hears the mother's angel-voice The morn dawns cold, the visions pass, Soon fatal shot has pierced his breast, So, blessing wife and child, he prays J. E. CARPENTER.] OUR FLAG. [Music by E. L. HIME. OLD England's the home of the brave and the free, And wherever her ships on the ocean may be, They're the same as their own native place; Though to humble our flag the rash Yankee now tries, We'll give him a pill for his pains, "By heav'n we wont stand it," each true Briton crics, "While a shot in the locker remains." Then hurrah! boys, hurrah! It still shall wave first on the sea. Old England's the soil where no foeman can stand, Of her ships that with true-hearted sailors are manned, They must eat their foul words who thus bully and boast, Or we know how to wipe out the stains, For we'll stand by our flag and our dear native coast, Then hurrah! boys, hurrah! There are none shall insult it at sea. MERRILY OVER THE OCEAN. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by J. P. KNIGHT Bound, gallant bark, like a bird o'er the sea; Oh! for a breeze to give speed to thy motion, To bear me to one who is watching for me: Stately and slow when you, outward bound, glided, Fair and majestic I deemed thee, proud ship, As loathing to leave where my loved one abided, Now-thou shouldst fly like a hound from the slip! Merrily, &c. Merrily, merrily-faster and faster, Oh! hadst thou life, as thou seem'st to have wings, How wouldst thou fly at the word of thy master, But thou must wait till the western wind springs ; Far tho' the isle where my loved one's reposing, Soon we shall enter its beautiful bay : The breeze freshens now as the daylight is closing,It fills the white sails-we're away, boys, away! Merrily, merrily over the ocean Bound, gallant bark, like a bird o'er the sea; The breeze freshens now and gives speed to thy motion, Oh! bear me to her who is waiting for me! OVER THE BOUNDING WATERS. G. LINLEY.] OVER the bounding waters, Speed, gallant bark, away! [Music by LINLEY. Dash through the foam and spray. Bark! with thy pennant streaming, The land's no place for the rover bold, No joy he knows till we pace the deck OH, STEER MY BARK TO ERIN'S T. H. BAYLY.] ISLE. [Music by S. NELSON. OH, I have roamed o'er many lands, And many friends I've met ! Not one fair scene or kindly smile Oh, steer my bark to Erin's isle, H |