CRAZY JANE.

[M. J. LEWIS.]

Why, fair maid, in ev'ry feature,
Are such signs of fear exprest?
Can a wand'ring, wretched creature,
With such horror fill thy breast?
Do my frenzied looks alarm thee?
Trust me, sweet, thy fears are vain ;
Not for kingdoms would I harm thee,
Shun not, then, poor crazy Jane!

Dost thou weep to see my anguish ?
Mark me, and avoid my woe;
When men flatter, sigh, and languish,
Think them false :-I found them so!
For I loved, ah! so sincerely,

None could ever love again;
But the youth I loved so dearly
Stole the wits of crazy Jane!

Fondly my young heart received him,
Which was doom'd to love but one;
He sigh'd, he vow'd, and I believed him :
He was false, and I'm undone.
From that hour has reason never
Held her empire o'er my brain,
Henry fled, with him for ever
Fled the wits of crazy Jane!

Now, forlorn, and broken-hearted,
And with frenzied thoughts beset;
On that spot where last we parted-
On that spot where first we met;
Still I sing my love-lorn ditty,-
Still I slowly trace the plain,
While each passer-by, in pity,
Cries, "God help thee, crazy Jane !"

WILL WATCH THE BOLD SMUGGLER.

[CORY.]

'Twas one morn when the wind from the northward blew keenly,

While sullenly roar'd the big waves of the main, A famed smuggler, Will Watch, kissed his Sue, then serenely

Took helm, and to sea boldly steer'd out again.'

Will had promised his Sue that this trip, if well ended, Should coil up his hopes, and he'd anchor on shore; When his pockets were lined, why his life should be mended,

The laws he had broken he'd never break more.

His sea-boat was trim, made her port, took her lading, Then Will stood for home, reached her offing, and cried,

This night, if I've luck, furls the sails of my trading,
In dock I can lay, serve a friend, too, beside.
Will lay-to till the night came on darksome and dreary,
To crowd ev'ry sail then he piped up each hand;
But a signal soon spied, 'twas a prospect uncheery,
A signal that warn'd him to bear from the land.
"The Philistines are out," cries Will, "well, take heed
on't,

Attack'd, who's the man that will flinch from his

gun;

Should my head be blown off, I shall ne'er feel the need on't;

We'll fight while we can, when we can't, boys, we'll run."

Through the haze of the night, a bright flash now appearing,

"Oh! no!" cries Will Watch, "the Philistines bear down,

Bear-a-hand, my tight lads, ere we think about sheering

One broadside pour in, should we swim, boys, or drown.

"But should I be popp'd off, you, my mates, left behind

me,

Regard my last words, see 'em kindly obey'd,

Let no stone mark the spot, and, my friends, do you mind me,

Near the beach is the grave where Will Watch will be laid."

Poor Will's yarn was spun out-for a bullet next minute

Laid him low on the deck, and he never spoke more; His bold crew fought the brig while a shot remain'd

in it,

Then sheer'd-and Will's hulk to his Susan they bore.

In the dead of the night his last wish was complied with;

To few known his grave, and to few known his end. He was borne to the earth by the crew that he died

with;

He'd the tears of his Susan, the prayers of each

friend.

Near his grave dash the billows, the winds loudly bellow,

Yon ash struck with lightning points out the cold

bed

Where Will Watch, the bold smuggler, that famed lawless fellow,

Once fear'd, now forgot, sleeps in peace with the dead.

BYRON.]

FARE THEE WELL.

Air-"Ah Perdona."

[Music by Mozart.

Fare thee well, and if for ever,
Still for ever fare thee well!
Even though unforgiving, never
'Gainst thee can my heart rebel.

Would that breast were bared before thee
Where thy head so oft hath lain,
While that placid sleep came o'er thee
Which thou ne'er canst know again.

Would that breast, by thee glanced over,
Every inmost thought might show,
Then thou wouldst at length discover
'Twas not well to spurn it so.
But 'tis done, all words are idle,
Words from me are vainer still;
But the thoughts we cannot bridle
Force their way against the will.

Fare thee well, thus disunited,
Torn from every nearer tie,
Sear'd in heart, and lone, and blighted,
More than this, I scarce can die.

G. COLMAN.]

LIFE'S A BUMPER.

[Music by WAINWRIGHT.

Life's a bumper, fill'd by fate,
Let us guests enjoy the treat,
Nor, like silly mortals, pass
Life as 'twere but half a glass;
Let this scene with joy be crown'd,
Let the glee and catch go round;
All the sweets of life combine,
Mirth and music, love and wine.

ADIEU, MY NATIVE LAND, ADIEU !

Adieu, my native land, adieu!

The vessel spreads her swelling sails,

Perhaps I never more may view

Your fertile fields, your flowery dales;

Delusive hope can charm no more,
Far from the faithless maid I roam,
Unfriended seek some foreign shore,
Unpitied leave my peaceful home!

Adieu, my native land, &c.

Farewell, dear village, oh! farewell,
Soft on the gale thy murmur dies,
I hear thy solemn evening bell,
Thy spires yet glad my aching eyes;
Though frequent falls the dazzling tear,
I scorn to shrink at fate's decree,
And think not, cruel maid, that e'er
I'll breathe another sigh for thee.

Adieu, my native land, &c.

In vain, through shades of frowning night,
Mine eyes thy rocky coast explore,
Deep sinks the fiery orb of light,

I view thy beacons now no more.
Rise, billows, rise! blow, hollow wind!
(Nor night, nor storms, nor death, I fear),
Be friendly, bear me hence to find

That peace which fate denies me here.
Adieu, my native land, &c.

REYNOLDS.]

DULCE DOMUM.

[Music by JNO. BRAHAM,

Deep in a vale a cottage stood,
Oft sought by travellers weary,
And oft it proved the blest abode
Of Edward and of Mary.

For her he'd chase the mountain-goat
O'er Alps and glaciers bounding,
For her the chamois he would shoot,
Dark horrors all surrounding ;