There is a lovely brilliant star "Tis believed that this harp which I now wake for thee "Tis many years, my old mate Jack "Tis a dreary thing to be 'Tis Christmas-time! away with reason To the Baltic's broad billows we go, boys Two gentle words, two loving words Two lovers sat on the green hill-side Two real tars, whom duty called... Unfurled were the sails bearing William afar Voice of music, sweetly falling 236 What argufies pride and ambition Waking as from balmy sleep We've long sung the praise of old English roast beef We lived and loved as little ones.... We court no gale with wooing sail Weep on, weep on, your hour is past We tars have a maxim, your honours, d'ye see We may roam thro' this world like a child at a feast. What a merry life we gipsies lead Whate'er our lot in life may prove When by the evening's quiet light When daylight was yet sleeping under the billow ... 175 ... 189 35 When forced from dear Hebe to go ... 163 When gentle music's sounding ... 232 When I drain the rosy bowl When he who adores thee has left but a name ... 178 ... 103 When Jack parted from me 165 When other lips and other hearts 261 42 ... When on board our trim vessel we joyously sailed With shatter'd limbs Jack came from sea Ye shepherds, tell me have you seen ... Yes, we will meet as the coldest have met You deem me cold and heartless Young Cupid went storming to Venus one day ... Young Tom the carman's tongue was slow... THE END. |