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MUSIC AND WORDS.
SELECTED AND EDITED BY HENRY HERSEE.
LONDON: JOHN DICKS, 313, STRAND.

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THE growth of musical culture has during the last quarter of a century been so rapid and extensive
country, that a copious collection of the ‘‘ Best Melodies of the Best Composers”? can hardly fail to meet in this
with
hearty welcome. ‘he love of melody is inherent amongst all classes of civilized society, irrespective of race, rank,a
or creed. The skilled musician, when listening to “the concord of sweet sounds,’ may find
special gratification for
his cultivated taste in
** Untwisting all the chains that tie
The hidden soul of harmony ;’’
but harmony, apart from agreeable melody, would be little more than a scientific exercise.
Every music-lover—
skilled or unskilled—regards melody as the first and most indispensable element in musical enjoyment,
forms of melody, vocal melody takes the highest rank; not only because the human voice is the most and of alk
musical instruments, but because in vocal melody sensuous and intellectual enjoyment arecombined perfect of
said that ‘‘ Music speaks a universal language,” and this is to a great extent true; yet it . It has been
is doubtful whether music,
unassociated with words, speaks so universal a language that it can convey the same
ideas to
Handel’s *‘ Hallelujah Chorus ”’ is generally admitted to be the grandest of all musical compositions, every listener.
associated with a theme of the highest sublimity—had it, for instance, been a musical setting of martial but were it no$
verses—it
would have been less powerfully impressive, although it could not have failed to stir our
Home,”’ is undoubtedly the most popular of all our ballads. The melody is beautiful, but pulses, ‘‘ Home, sweet
with a less tender sentiment than the love of home—witk insipid apostrophes ‘‘to the settinghadsun,” it been associated
for instance—
it wonld hardly have acquired its widespread popularity. Music may speak “‘a universal langu age,’ but it never
speaks so clearly or so effectively as when combined with words that by turns awaken varied sentiments;
it is when
**Music, married to immortal verse.’’
Of this kind of music many examples will be found in the “ Best Melodies of the Best Composers,’’ amongst
which are inciuded a large number of those English Ballads which are dear to every music-lover.
Collections of national and other melodies have been made from time to time in thisand other countries.
furnished with pianoforte accompaniments, such collections have been costly. When
When published without accom-
paniments, they have been unsatisfactory. The largest collection of the kind is that by Capelle, who more: than
fifty years back issued a ponderous and expensive volume, entitled, ‘‘The Key of the Cellar” (La Clé
containing a prodigious number of French and other melodies, good, bad, and indiftferent—mostly du Caveau),
The melodies were compressed into small spaces; the words were not attached, but were separately indifferent.
printed at the
beginning of the book. In his preface Capelle says :—
“It would have been impossible to put the words under the tunes, without trebling the sizc, and
consequently
the price of the book.”
These difficulties appear to have been appreciated by English publishers. The best and cheapest work of the
kind, a *‘ Book of nearly one Hundred Songs,’’ price ls., contained the words at the beginning, and the music
at the
end of the book. The musical notes being compressed into so small a space that the words could not be written
beneath them, the singer was forced to study the music without the words, or the words without the music.
In the present volume, the first verse—and frequently the second—of every song, &c., will be found under
notes ; the remaining verses (if any) are printed immediately below. Although pianoforte accompaniments are the
not
given, the work will afford to the numerous amateurs who, though unable to play the pianoforte, can sing
at sight,
or play on the violin, the finte, or other instrument, a fertile source of enjoyment.
Amongst the 108 composers from whose vocal works selections have been made, may be named (German)
Handel, Haydn, Mozart, Schubert, Weber, Spohr, Meyerbeer, Mendelssohn, Kiicken, and Wagner;
(French),
Méhnul, Hérold, and Auber; (Italian) Paisiello, Donizetti, and Verdi; (English) Purcell, Locke, Dr. Boyce,
Arne,
Dr. Arnold, Shield, Storace, Whitaker, Bishop, Dr. Callcott, Dibdin, Braham, Horn, A. Lee, Linley, Loder,
Rooke,
and Balfe. Twenty-one of the finest melodies in the collection are from the pens of unknown benefactors,
to
whose names a grateful posterity would have gladly rendered homage.
The “ Best Melodies’’ have been derived from the best sources, and in many cases a reference to che originals
has resulted in a correction of errors which had crept into modern editions. Similar care has been taken in
the
preparation of the Biographies.
It is possible, however, that, in spite of assiduous care, some errors may have escaped notice, but it is hoped
that (sui generis as it is) Part I. may be deemed an acceptable addition to our musical literature. Its contents
may be summarised as follows :—
X e comprises 215 vocal compositions, carefully selected from the works of over 100 of the
bes composers—native
sud foreign.
The English words are printed under the notes.
It contains 56 Biographies of Eminent Composers.
Printed on good paper, from stereotype plates, it is published at a nominal price, which
each of all classes. places it within the
Taking into consideration these remarkable facts, it may safely be said that the
work ctands unrivalled in the
ausical literature of any country.
Bs Tf.
IO rN POC S) HOTrION
OF THE
BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.

RULE, BRITANNIA.
JAMES THOMSON, DR. ARNE.
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Still more majestic shalt thou rise, To thee belongs the rural reign,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke! Thy cities shall with commerce shine:
As the loud blast that tears the skies, All thine shall be the subject main,
Serves but to root thy native oak, And every shore it circles, thine.
Thee, haughty tyrants ne’er shall tame ; “The Muses, still with freedom found,
All their attempts to bend thee down Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Will but arouse thy generous flame, Blest Isle! with matchless beauty crown’'d,
But work their woe and thy renown. i And manly hearts to guard the fair,
Dr. (THOMAS AUGUSTINE) ARNE was born March 12, 1710, at

|March 5, 1778, and lies buried at St. Paul’s, Covent King Streety Covent Garden. Dica
Garden. Was the author of Judith, and other oratorios, and
lalso of the opera Artaaerwzes, the music to Milton’s
Comus, and other lyric works, including glees, catches,
eo. Was made Mus. Doc., Oxon, July 6, 1759. avd
His settings of Shakspere’s
/popularity. songs wii long preserve his
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION, ]

6 BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
K. O'HARA. Allegro. PRAY, GOODY. MICHAEL KELLY.

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BY THE MARGIN OF FAIR .ZURICH’S WATERS.

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JOHN DICKS’ EDITION. | ny ;

BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. uy
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YE BANKS AND BRAKS.

BURNS, Andante, : MILLER.
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1. Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon,How can ye bloom sae _ freshand fair? How
2. Aff hae I rovd by bon-nie Doon, To see the rose and wood-bine twine; While
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Ye'll break my heart, ye warb-ling birds, That wan-ton throughthe flow’ - ry thorn! Ye
Wi ~=ilight-some heart, I pu’d a rose, Fu’ sweet up - on its thorn- y tree: But
mind me 0’ de - part - ed joys, De = parted ne - ver to re - turn.

my fausse lov - er stole my rose, And left the sharp - est thorn to me!
THE LASS).OF" RLCHMOND HILL:

L. McNALLY. Allegro. JAMES HOOK.
a
rose with-out a thorn. This lass so neat, with
SS smiles so sweet,Has won my right good will, I'd crowns re-sign

SS to call her mine, Sweet
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lass of Rich-mond Hill, Sweet lass of Rjich-mond Hill, Sweet lass of Rich-mond
Hill, I’d crowns re-sign to call her mine, Sweet lass of Rich-moad Hill.
Ye zephyrs gay, that fan the air, How happy will the shepherd be
And wanton through the grove, Who calls this nymph his own!
Oh, whisper to my charming fair, Oh, may her choice be fix’d on me!
I die for her and love. Mine’s fix’d on her alone.
This lass so neat, with:smiles so sweet, This lass so neat, with smiles so sweet,
Has won my right good will, Has won my right good will,
I'd crowns resign to call her mine, Td crowns resign to call her mine,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill. Sweet lass of Richmond Hill
JAMES HOOK was born at Norwich, in 1745. Came to London when young, and wrote songs which soon
i became popular. Was organist and composer at Vauxhall Gardens, from 1774 till 1820. Is said to have composed
lover 2,000 vocal works, besides sonatas for organ and pianoforte, &c. Was father of Dr. James Hook, Dean of
| Worcester, and Theodore Hook, the humorist. Wrote many lyric works for the stage. Was for a long time organist
lof St. John’s, Horselydown. Died at Boulogne, 1827,
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION. |

8 BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. j
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HERE’S TO THE MAIDEN.

SHERIDAN, Allegretto. T. LINLEY.
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here’s to the house - wife that’s thrifs v9 ty. Let the toast pass,
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Drink to the lass, Pi war - rant she’’l prove an ex - cuse for the glass!
Here’s to the charmer whose dimples we prize ; Here’s to the maid with a bosom of snow;
Now to the maid who has none, sir ; Now to her that’s as brown as a berry ;
Here’s to the girl with a pair of blue eyes; Here’s to the wife with a face full of woe;
And here’s to the nymph with but one, sir. And now, to the girl that is merry,
Let the toast pass, &c. Let the toast pass, &c.
For let ’em be clumsy, or let ’em be slim,

Young or ancient, I care not a feather ;
So fill a pint bumper quite up to the brim,
And let us e’en toast them together.
Let the toast pass, &c.
COME, DWELL WITH ME.

T. H. BAYLY. Allegro, ALEX. LEE.
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2. The ten - drils of a pur - ple vine A - - round the rus - tic
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home shall be A pleasant cot, n a tran - quil spot, ‘With a j
porch shall twine; The wood-bine and the wild- rose flow’r Will
racer pee a ens 2 aS oN oN siete

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dis - tant view of the chang-ing sea. My cot-tage is a ma-gic scene; The a
make each casement seem a bow’r. I will not let thee once re - gret The
a ee 4
shelt-’ring boughsseem e - ver green, The stream-let, as it flows a - long, Seems '
gay sa-loons wherefirst we met! "Twill be my pride to hear thee say, ‘Love tf
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murmur - ing a fai - ry song, The _ stream-let, as it flows a - long, Seems !
makes this val - ley far more gay,” Twill be my pride to hear thee say, “‘ Love /
as pehny ecru Weare ot PySear De = aed ee

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mur - mur - ing a fai - ry song, Come dwell with me! Come dwell with me! |
makes this valley far more gay!’ Then dwell with me! Come dwell with me!
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JOUN DICKS’ EDITION]
BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS, 9
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OH, SAY NOT WOMAN’S HEART IS BOUGHT.

T. L. POCOCK. Andante. WHITAKER.
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2. Oh, say not wo-man’s false as fair, That like the bee she _ rang - es; Still
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first her gen-tle bo - som knows Love’s flame,it wan-ders mne-ver, Deep in her heart the
no, the love that first can warm Will leave her bo-som ne - ver, No se-cond pas - sion
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| pas - sion glows, Deep in her’ heart’ the pas - sion glows,?
eer cancharm, No se-cond pas - sion eer can charm, § She loves, and loves for
e - ver. She loves, and loves for e - ver. She loves, andloves for e-ver. She
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loves, andloves for e-ver. No se-condpas-sion e’er can charm, She loves, andlovesfor e-ver.
HEARTS OF OAK.
Dr. BOYCE.
Come, cheer up, my lads, ‘tis to glo - ry we steer, To add some- thing
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saan (ecaae
on ea eAa — say mrad one Iee
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press you likeslaves; For who are so free as the sons of the waves? Hearts of
oak are our ships, gal-lant tars are our men; We al - ways are ready,
SSS Se = cparom
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w:
Stea-dy, boys, stea-dy! We'll fight and we'll con - quer, a - gain and a - gain!
We ne’er see our foes but we wish them to stay ; They swear they’ll invade us, these terrible foes !
They never see us but they wish us away. They frighten our women, our children, and beanx ;
If they run, why, we follow, or run them ashore, But should their flat bottoms in darkness get o’er,
For if they won’t fight us, we cannot do more. Still Britons they'll find to receive them on shore.
Hearts of oak, &c. Hearts of oak, &c.
Britannia triumphant, her ships sweep the sea:
Her standard is Justice—her watchword, ‘‘ Be free!’’
Then cheer up, my lads, with one heart let us sing,
‘Our soldiers, our sailors, our statesmen, and king.’’
Hearts of oak, &c.
Dr. WILLIAM BOYCE was born in Thames Street, London, a.p., 1710. Became a chorister at St. Paul’s
Cathedral, Was subsequently organist at the Chapel Royal, and ‘‘ master of the musicke”’ to the King. He
composed a large number of anthems and church services, which are still in frequent use, and his collection of
i‘ Cathedral Music’’ (3 volumes), is a valuable monument of his industry. He also wrote many secular com-
‘positions, including the serenata, Solomon, which contains the beautiful songs, ‘‘ Tell me, gentle shepherd,” aud
*« Softly rise, O southern breeze ;’’ The Chaplet, and other lyrical works for the stage; settings of Shakspere’s songs,
jconcertos, sonatas, and no less than eight symphonies. Died, February 7, 1779, and lies buried in St. Paul's
Cathedral, under the centre of the dome.
| SOHN DICKS’ EDITION.|
WHY ARE YOU WANDERING HERE, I PRAY? _

JAMES
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KENNEY. Allegretto.
ee SE
NATHAN.
““Why areyou wan-d’ring here, I pray?”An old manask’d a maidone day; ‘‘ Looking for
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(= Se wear a a as 2 2 === =
yr pemewie a eee te ae ol oe
: pep-pies so brightand red, Fa-ther,’’ said she,‘‘I’m hi - ther led.” ‘“Fie, fie !”? was the “4,
cres. QP ~ dolce.
= a
old man’s cry, ‘ Poppies ’tis knownby
ee -all who
=rove, Grow in-the field, and not in the
re oN —— dim e rit.
grove, not in the grove, not in the grove, Grow in the field, and not in the grove.’
“Tell me again,”’ the old man said, The sage look’d grave, the maiden shy,
“Why are you wand’ring here, fair maid ?”” When Lubin jumped o’er a stile hard by ;
“The nightingale’s song, so sweet and clear, The sage looked graver, the maid more glum,
Father,’ said she, ‘‘ I’ve come to hear.”’ Lubin, he twiddled his finger and thumb.
‘Fie! fie!’? was the old man’s cry,— ‘Fie! fie!’’ was the old man’s cry,—
“* Nightingales all, so people say, ‘* Poppies like these I own are rare,
Warble by night, and not by day.” And of such nightingales’ songs beware!’’
LOVE: WAS ONCE GAMILITT LE: Boy, |
—=
J. A. WADE. Allegro. J. A. WADE.
Love was once a lit - tle boy, MHeigh, ho! heigh, ho! Then with him ’twas
a cure nee a
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sweet to toy, Heigh, ho! heigh, ho! He was then so_ in - no-cent, Not as now on
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mis-chief bent, Free he came,and harm-less went, Heigh, ho! heigh, ho!
Love is now a little man, Love, they say, is growing old,

Heigh, ho! heigh, ho! Heigh, ho! heigh, ho!
And a very saucy one, Half his life’s already told,
He walks so gay, and looks so smart, When he’s dead, and buried too,
As if he own’d each maiden’s heart; What shall we poor maidens do ?
I wish he felt his own keen dart, I’m sure I cannot tell—can you ?
LONG PVE WATCHED.

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1. Long Tve watch’d be - neath the wil - low, Where he pro - mis’d
2. Hark! I hear his well - known greet - ing! See, he comes a -
uf i Y
ceq ly eS BAC TeDe de fied cans — -
epee eee ee eee ee =— Sa
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now to bel ee VU e Ly: I have left’ my pil - low,
- cross the plain!... Wel - come 1S embhe hap - py meet - ing,
- ee SS
Sa 2 ep oa Pe Sree ee ee
Where - fore.....stays he thus from me? Where-fore stays he thus from me?
That uw - nites’ us once a= gain, Mol hat ia) 20s bes. Us once a - gain!
JOHN DICES’ EDITION.]
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COME TE-yYOU ae . cc a
- fais ?
‘le “© Come if you dare,” ‘our itrum

sa - er sound ; “© Come if you
faint : ing Sax) =) ons ae. their ground, Their trum e pets
2. The
iO ee, : = ptsubb
= r a ——— FEL ST AT
ae = ———— ———— eA” eam -—|
dare,” the foes re - bound, ‘‘ We come, we come, we come, we

lan - guish in _ their cehiclom Nara fly, they fiy, they § fly, they
N eine a REPEAT IN CHORUS,
2 f=
— he = eee
come,” says the dou - ble, double, double beat of ithe thun - dying drum.
fly, Mice tOmun rare tia: Vic = to - ria!’*-the bold Britons cry.
roaet Tenge ao &

20GReT
eet eS
Sale i ee aa
aaa —_—_—-————
Now theycharge on 4 - main, Now they ral - ly ses - gain, The gods from a -
Now the vic - to-ry’s woa, To the plun - der run; Then re-turn to our
_———
aS A <~2—
= SS
- bove, the mad...... la - bour be = _ hold, And pi - ty man - kind that will
lass - eS beat He for - tu- nate tra - ders, Tri - um-phant with spoils of the
Nae InN
letCHORUS.
(ee
per = ish). fore, , gold, And pity man-kind that will per-ish’ for gold.
van-quish’'d in - va- ders, Tri - Eran with spoils of the van-quish’d in + va - ders.
THE BAY OF BISCAY.

ANDREW CHERRY. Andante, DAVY.
|
ae ae
eg
= SSS
aaa ae
x
See thun® = der; The rain de - luge
Saree
roar’d the dread - ful
ee eee
Loud
19 = SJEOe kee
= Seana A
~—_—_=
The elonds were rent a - sun - der By light - ning’s * si nL
| show’ oan
————_-
be
= SSS — 222Se
pow: ra The night both uacay and dark, Our POOE ea): - -
YO Eis
r
oe SSS SS Ss
ee
a panic, VST pees day, there she lay, In Bay of
}
| Now, dash’d upon the billow, At length the wish’d for morrow Her yielding timbers sever,
Her op’ ning timbers creak; Broke through the hazy sky; Her pitchy seams are rent,
| Each fears a wat? ry pillow, Absorb’d in silent sorrow, When Heaven, all bounteous ever,
| _ None stops the dreadful leak ! Each heaved a bitter sigh; Its boundless merey sent.
The dismal wreck to view A sail in sight appears!
| To cling to slipp’ry shrouds, We hail her with three cheers;
Each breathless seaman crowds, Struck horror to the crew,
| As she lay, till the day, As she lay, on that day, Now we sail with the gale, —
In the Bay of Biscay, 0! In the Bay of Biscay, O! From the Bay of Biscay, 0!
| JOHN DAVY was born, a.p., 1765, at Upton Helion, Devonshire. Showed remarkable precocity in music;
of old horse-shoes, which he hung up
paving at the age of six constructed for himself a complete set of chimes, out
a garret, and struck with hammers. Studied under Jackson, of Exeter. Settled in London as a teacher and
jn composed
for the stage. He
prchestral player, and became a popular writer of burlettas, and of incidental musiclyric works, in addition to music for
i he Miller’s Maid; Woman’s Will; Harlequwin’s Magnet, and about twenty, other
Gs still admired, and his spirited ballad,
Shakspere’s Tempest. His beautiful song, ‘“ Just like love is yonder rose,’ > wit h the ‘* Bay of Biscay.
if Will Watch, the bold smuggler,’’ is1 occasionally sung, but his name is chiefly associated
e died, Febr uary 22, 1824, ia London, and lies buried in St. Martin’s Churchyard.
BLACK=-EYED SUSAN.
JAMES GAY. Larghetto, R. LEVERIDGE.
toooo ae Senay ee
“ -4$— 1
1, All in the Downs the flect was moor’d, The stream - ers wav - ing
, Cres. say
ss =
=
—
oso
—— oa es
in the wind; When black - ey'd Su - san came on board, “Oh, where... shall
Mf my true love find? Tell me, ye jo. + vial. ‘gail. - ors,’ “tell cr me
SaaS ea
@ + mong your crew?”
William, who high upon the yard, ** Believe not what the landsmen say,
Rock’d by the billows to and fro, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind 5
Soon as her well-known voice he heard, They tell thee sailors, when away,
He sigh’d, and cast his eyes below ; In every port a mistress find.
The cord flies swiftly through his glowing hands, Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so,
And quick as lightning on the deck he stands. For thou art present wheresoe’er I go.”
‘‘Oh, Susan, Susan, lovely dear, The boatswain gave the dreadful word,
My vows shall always true remain, The sails their swelling bosom spread ;
Let me kiss off that falling tear,— No longer she must stay on board,—
We only part to meet again; They kiss’d, she sigh’d, he hung his head.
Change as ye list, ye winds, my heart shall be Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land,
The faithful compass that still points to thee. ** Adieu !”’ she cried, and waved her lily hand.
BUT, OH, WHAT ART CAN TEACH.

Larghetto.
Notes In) ae spin ie u 1)Ing ho - ly love, Notes that 3
a | ee
Rope eta ao era gee) ae eee) ee a ge een
a ——— hae ronan aed ;
— Les aS a Rg GE a ee
wing their heav’n - ly ways To join the choirs,
eS adagio
5—
ete aioe mee ee==
the choirs & ah ADOVE, To join ths choirs ® -_ hove.
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION.]

YOUNG AGNES.
— —
1. Young Ag - teous
- nes, bean flow - er! Sweet as bloom-ing May nec es One
2. The si - lent hour in - vites thee, No star sheds its TAY Sener caes No
pee eee ee ET —— Pt Lae guarceoenal en mnPa Ss av ren eee et ___

neoceae ———— ao) See a ai eee eae ae
Pace <u Li, — ote ae
ev’ -ningfrom her tow - er Thus. pour’d her ten-der lay, The night now hath
danger, love, af - frights thee, Whereforethen dost thou stay? When sun - beams il -
—_ Ae ee
ee
—_——
ee
ee
2S
a Ng
= — —-—_——_-——_— gg UNE SA” 5a ——,p——

spread its shade, And ’twillhide thee from all, Then haste to thy - ful maid,
faith
- lume the sky, Guard-ians then may ap- pal, But now closd is ev’ - ry eye,
[——_———_——_—, $$ $= ea re ee Le
= _—
eam paar >
Sy pecs Seep er ea SSS
(gem a SS eea ee eee
Dark - ness veils bow’r and hall! Oh, haste be-neath her tow -_ er, Dost
Let thy steps gent - ly fall! The si - lent hour in - vites thee, Doss
Does thou not hear love’s call?
sie ial Larghetto. SPOHR.
=
es Sa S
shee ees sara ee
ee elo
1. Rose of the des - ert! -ing
thou, whose blush ray, Lone - ly and love - ly,
2. Rose of the gar-den, how un - like thy doom! Des - tin’d for o - thers,
ie
Wa
= yy ae
=es — a) =a aver
ae a
eee aw o—|— = Be:
-— SS
= ies ee LaayJF
TS
CL |
2 <eEARas RT ial ea rs ie ——— me eae ee
fleets unseen a - way, Lone - ly and-love - ly, fleets un - seen a@- way.
cat ean a ae
not thyself, to bloom, Des - tin’d for o - thers, not thy - self, to bloom.
[ee sigh,—
a
In ves - tal
o
si - lence
No hand to hill e aa 5 thee, none to woo thy
Call’d ’ere thy beau - ty livesthroughhalfits day; A mo - ment che-rish’d,
eS ee ee ee
os TTI Ma
oO SAA 5eh a aSR ee ae
ee ee ae re |Aaa: vee ~
poet See, scealii ayCaan
2 ee
left to live and die, Ins ™vesu-) tal si - lence left to live and die.
and then cast A eC ALY; 3 moment che - rish’d,and then cast a@ - way.
oe pee Pee era seseee wees Ne

=i ann
weet ah? jieSe
eta —o— hee Se eea ee ————
Om oo
nce
- a | —————— tee
Sfa
Rose of the des-ert! thusshould wo - man be, Shin - ing un - court-ed,

Rose of the gar-den, such is wo-man’s. lot,— Wor-shipp’d,while bloom-ing—
-5_$——_— $$. ee
eo o-oo 2F- =
ae era
ee =a
Sa eps ees
lone and safe like thee,— Shin-ing un - conrt - ed, lone andsafe like thee.
when she fades, for - got;— Wor-shipp’d, whilebloom-ing, when shefades, for - got.
LUDWIG SPOHR was born at Brunswick, 1783, and was appointed ‘‘ Kapell-meister ” (Director of the Music),
at Cassel, in 1822, which post he filled until his death, in 1859. He was the greatest master of the violin ever
His
) produced in Germany, and his ‘‘ School of the Violin”’ is still the chief text-book of violinists and their pupils.
| greatest orchestral work is the symphony known in England as The Power of Sound (Die Weihe der Tone). He has
also won distinction as composer of oratorios ;—The Last Judgment (Die letzte Dinge), Babylon, &c., and operas,
| Amongst the last named may be mentioned his Azor und Zemira (which contains the beautiful melody kiown here as
mae’ sean of the Desert’’), Jessonda, and Faust. His ‘* Dramatic Concerto for Violin’’ is still heard frequently at
) concerts.
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION.|
THE LAST FAREWELL.

HENRY HERSEE.
SCHUBERT.
Andantino,
1. When one we love lies dy - ing, What can our grief al - lay?
Aun las That
vain to chide onr weep - ing A - bove the cold still face Of
I
$y !
e/
soul to hea-ven fly -ing Takes all our joys a - way! :
our be-lov’d one, sleeping In cru - el Death’sem iA A - gainst all con - so -
—e . =i >
breathe a last fare - well. A-gainst all con - so - la- tion Our ach - ing hearts re -
. ~~
- bel, When, bent im, dg +--so -- la, - tion, We breathe a last farewell.
THE FLOWER OF ELLERSLIE.,

EK. FITZBALL.
G. H. RODWELL.
i Allegretto.
a) a ae — OSE Pe = —
a Sd eS — —
es
She’s sportive as the ze - phyr That sips of ev’ - ry sweet, She's
—-—|——_& s—_h—__.
2 a —
fair - er
Se
than the
a
eS
fair -est lily In na-ture’s
a
soft re-treat;
SP
gapen nes Her eyes are like the
ane _- Ble. Se ete :
ween a : Eas se ems
crys-talbrook,As bright and clear to see; Her lips out-shinethe scar - letflow’r
Of
= ~ PS oe
bon - ny El - lers- lie, Her lips out-shine the scar-letflow’r Of bonny E] - lers - lie.
1. Oh, were my love a_ blossom, When sum-mer

2. 0h,
skies de ~- part,....... Td
were I King of Scot - land’sthrone,And a’ the world
en
be - side,....... Right
plant her in: my bo - som, And wear her near my heart ; 2

glad Id gie them WA es
a’ to hae That love - ly maid my bride ; $ And oft I'd kiss her
== : “8 aite SPs
bal + my lips," So" bean - ti’- ful to see,... Which far out-shinethe scar - let‘flow’r Of
~ RO GEION Ne ee
; “pon - ny Hl - lers - lie, Which far out-shine the scar-let flow’ Of bon-ny El- lers - lie,
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION,|]
BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. 15
ELIZABETH’S PRAYER.
TANNHAUSER.
HENRY HERSEE. WAGNER.
Cd
Oh, might-ty Vir - gin, I im-plore thee, Grantthine as - sis-tance whilst I
pray!
Za Low in the dust I bow before thee, Oh, take my soul fromearth a -
p D's i FY oR Rea Te | CRS Tere TS
j «Bae | ance cee ee a et fe oe Loe at i
FT ~ — -— i ener AIO LTE
SATAE
- way, Take my soul fromearth a - way! et me, a spot - less
an - gel, rises EH - ver to dwell in vyon - der skies! Let: me, a
“aS =
q a ____ ores. dim. . poce piw ne ae
spot - less an. - gel rise: E - ver to dwell in yon - der skies! If
cres. dim. 42
3 bh — et ave oan Sn nee mee — A = ae ee

e - ver,lost in i_- dle dream-ing, My heart has turned a - side from _ thee,
i= ase Ses
cres. 2 ae ee dim. po
Tf e’er, with wild......... temp- ta -tions teem - ing, One world - ly thought hath dwelt in
lento. — a um.
ace
S eae
Mn
ire at
Se
me, Re-morse its sharp-est pangs hath dart - ed, Tillfrom my soul the sin de -
empo cres
ry Sng: Pua ria ih

parted. Low - ly I kneel, in deep con - tri - tion, How can I
abe Eo Featn, | handy

— eres. A R
be —
Yr (SASS Sere
Se aes)
ee id Be
eee senate
ee eee
ieeaeneeae a ee 2 REET LUMLEY FOLS £a
reach my heayvn-ly goal; Pour forth thy mer - cy on my soul! Help me to

CHES oy iA dim. V0 +
RC a oo PP
reach my heayn - ly goal; Pour,..... forth thy mer - cy Ollie. my soul!
WILHELM RICHARD WAGNER was born at Leipsig, May 22, 1813, and at an early age exhibited musicai
proclivities, although it was not until he was well advanced in his teens that he devoted himself assiduously to the
scientific study of music, specially familiarising himself with the orchestral works of Beethoven. His first operatic
work of real importance, Rienzi, was, however, written in the style made popular by Halévy, and Meyerbeer. It
was far from successful, owing to its dearth of original melody, and Wagner thenceforth adopted the style which
he ambitiously entitled, “‘ The Music of the Future;’’ placing chief reliance on the orchestra, and making dramatic
expression more important than symmetrical vocal melody. It was not, however, until after he had_composed Der
|Fliegende Holliinder, Tannhiuser, Lohengrin, and Die Meistersinger von Niirnberg, that he fully exemplified his latest
theories in Tristan und Isolde, Der Ring des Nibelungen, and Parsifal. He died at Venice, February 13, 1883, and lies
buried at Bayreuth.
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION, |
~—
16 BEST seein I OF EES pists COME SEES
~ = nn yee
THE ANGEL’S WHISPER.

S. LOVER. Axdante. 8S. LOVER.
“thas suomi acmer iegaalanens pees
Raa» Yona! menses0 PCE? IRE SAS eI 1,ON ee
G28 =a
ioby a Lea) THBee Sen eae.
=e ee
Cie ey eee ee
= a POE
RO
EL GRA: ba - by was sleep - ing, Its mo - ther was weep - ing, For her hus - band was
2. Her beads while she number’d, The ba - by still slumber’ d, And smil’d ina,
cali oo
ee ——— -—_____*—- a os
eo
eg oe
SSO
“ee eh eee” hie FE ee
ee
; PENN
TY DER REea
=
SSAC
far) on the wild ra-ging sea; And the tem - pest was aval’ing Round the
face as she bend - ed or knee. S7Oh; bless'd be that warning, My
mm ad lib. ~~
ioe = a
ial BS mneotae
es bahcogcnic,foneicaen i prem share Se
oe os Sooo
adA as SSE
a =
ee =, ieee a oc
Pon - er - man’s dwell - ing, And she cried, “‘ Der-mot, dar-ling, oh, come back to me.”
child,thy sleepa-dorn - ing, For I know that the An-gels are whispering with thee.
“And while they are keeping The dawn of the morning,

Bright watch o’er thy sleeping, Saw Dermot returning,
Oh, pray to them softly, my baby, with me!! And the wife wept with joy her babe’s father to see,
And say thou would’ st rather And closely caressing
They’d watch o’er thy father; Her child, with a blessing, [thee.”
For I Sabi that the Angels are whispering with thee.’’ | Said ‘“‘I knew that the Angels were whispering with
FLOW, RIO VERDE.

Mrs. HEMANS. . J. E. LODER. -
Andantino aaz:oso.
(fa = ee
SS
e + SSS
Flow, Ri-o Ver-de, In me! =| “Ios dy flow Win es that weep-eth, To
SSS
gs oe
f slum -
8:
eg
ber from
Me ae
woe ;
30 bea Ln
Sark
=
ta
thy wave’s
Sees =
mu - en
oF
Roil
a a
AE
thrcughher
awe eh
dreams,
(== Sons
= =e=Te
~Grief ev-er
te
lov -
ee
onl he kind voice of streams;
SSS
See! ee
Flow maPO
St wear peer
eye coma teyy 187
Sa ee
SESE SRC aE? 7 a Ya |S Sa, =o"
eae See= meena mires
ee ee ee
me - lo- dy flow, Win siher Pout weep eal
- To slum-ber from woe!
roe!
Pear her lone spirit afar on the sound, Dark glassy water so crimson’d of yore,
Back to her childhood, her life’s fairy ground, Voices of sorrow are known to thy shore.
Pass like the whisper of love that is gone; Thou should’st have echoes for grief’s deepest tone;
Flow, Rio Verde, softly flow on! Flow, Rio Verde, softly flow on !
SINCE FIRST 1 “SAW YOUR GeFACE:

PRINTED, A.D., 1607. FORD.
Andantino. ;
(i=
paar ae
=
see
Se See,
eee
WEED, “Wem Ss es
a
1. Since first To esaw) >). your, face, I re-solved To hon - our and re -
20) The sun, Wwhosebeams most glo - ri - ous are, Re - ject - eth no be -
ae
ee a
- nown you. If now
ee I ot: dis - dained,
eee I
eeeSe
wish My heart had ne - ver
oi fo hold - er; And your sweet beau - ty, past com - pare, Made my _ ~pooreyes the
known you. What? I that loved, and you that liked, Shall we be - gin to
bold - er. When beau - ty moves, and wit de-lights, And signs of kindness
o cres.
wran - gle? No, no, no! my heart is fast, And can - not dis- en - tan - gle!
bind me, There, oh,there,where-e’er I go, I leave my heart be - hind me.
THROUGH “ALL THE; HEAVEN.

- W. BALL. DONIZETTI.
Larghetto. EBenTe _—
pairs i — 5 — +} SF —— ——}
So |a a a es — a ieee ies rasa es See Se
| See eee Lees ERSASSTL a ERASE Soest eee ae
=
1. Through all the Hea-ven o’er cloud - ed, Nei-ther moon nor star is
2, On =, ly 5, dream,.,..:. thou of the hour...:..... When thy heart to mine was
gs, Sue EAL SUAD ae astviet ca 4 RE ewes1 —
= 1 —?F— — ee ee ee
Seee
EP 5 Sere
gO oe ees == fe ed ee ees ne ony
oy ee
amen poe =
beam - ing; O’er the lake, in dark- ness shroud -ed, Not a lone - ly ray is
plight - ed; Muay that heart, ~as yet un- blight - ed, Ne- ver know of grief the
EO 2 are eh——
er RRR Caner aie otod =I sates Jee
WED az
2 Sa ae
SSS
Oni.
SS
=
s—l—e
ee
ss
pe
SSeS
Oe
ee Seam
S aTS
C2
gleam - ing. ? Light- ly slam - ber, Oh, my dear- one, While I watch with ten - der
pow - er! $
a oar ic AR AB ee
2 2. eR SOND LOTTI Laney Reese Reaenaeh, Wiee =I st ees

ae
Pal aseeen SRee ee ee ees Ope Meen eae gla oe
Oe BE ena Rea ee
aes ae ae OR LL
GATOS <cc presse S CGR SR aG TEES SEER SARE ROP a iS Eee OmAERET While I watch with ten - der
et GiniOSADSOORUOn Donen congnnn Soto TIO aac De Mec ornate It EL adobe thee, love, It is for thee,
=
tr a
ee gs a iene rales iare pa Pe lw oI nec ntes as
eine
5. —-__—+
| -p-> = a Br) +—— Sie eee a
Qa eee ee ee SESW Pater as eee cepa, Fis WI rene eee
@ Seee a Bak Va eae 2 ie een 0 er Bs
love, iY breathe my DESY Lace tiat ctah yes arcnene ebasstreaeemunsanarans
SLOWLY DIES THE DAY, LOVE.

HENRY HERSEE. BOCHSA.
Andante. >
Ss > O/T | races aeSpe
aan, 1 ce : ew
Peco SemenSeeaes
aN Biman enti
5
‘AS aneeenee Li auc atacaeaten a>na Sena omen ees
1. Slow-ly dies. the day, love, In the western sky ; Thou, art far | a=
2. When a- part from thee, love, Life of joy is bare ; Na - ture’s smiles for
=>
Been a
sre
s——— et eeee eT Ae
ee
—2 ee 0 =
nie
ae ae ee pei
ost itiFOE|
Se puimmanaserns tea sscelia hewmen a Sie Seas eae gona oa = See
- way, love! Lone - ly here I sigh. Soon will stars of night, love,
me, love, Mourn- ful as - pects wear. When returns the morn, love,
cres. even Pp
2 ee [PaaS Sain, TS a Seed a ee ae toe
——— Saas
Ses
(SALE RESETSETE
—
co aR” SORES eas
a Se SS A ae
ae
Gem yon a- zure_ skies; Em -blems of the light, love, Glanc-ing from thine
Cheer-less it will be; All de-lights. I scorn, love, If un-shared by
a= =F ee Cn
SS
)5
Dbibe tagA Mme ‘itard Cie
eesEon eae aE
Care
ee, St Se (SES
—te a ——— ——
ae a Se gh tas ae gh ee
| =
SSCL ie i
eyes, Em - blems_ of the light, love, Glance - ing from thine eyes !
thee, All de - lights I scorn, _ love, If un -. shared by thee!
ROBERT BOCHSA, born at Montmédi, 1789, died at Sydney (Anstralia), 1855, is chiefly
NICOLAS CHARLES
When but 15 years old,
remembered as the greatest of modern harpists ; but was skilled in all branches of music.
great numbers. Was
he produced his opera Trajan. He composed oratorios, operas, symphonies, ballets, &c., in Parish Alvars. From
first professor of the harp at the R. A. Music, and amongst his pupils were Chatterton and which were largely
1826 to 1832, he conducted the Italian Opera at His Majesty’s Theatre, and gave annual concerts sullied by grievous
patronised. Of his numerous works few have been preserved. His moral character was
the
detects, and the odium he incurred in various countries, successively, by his vicious conduct, has prejudiced
} popularity of his compositions.
JOUN DICKS’ EDITION.]

3
OH, THOU, WHOSE BEAUTY.

EDW. GRIFFITHS. KALLIWODA.
Andantino.
1, Oh, thou whose beau-ty shines with ev’ - ry fond wish beam - ing, My
2A e e OUe., when silver stars are from their blue fields shin - ing, I
heart to thee its tale would tell; .Tho’ hope, a - las, hath lost itspow’r of
think of thee and my past dream, And find how’ far morebright thy glance re -
Bit ———— e PEELS —

ce coer ems aad ne an re era = ee ee
Ne San Se — See ——
dream -ing, With thee my mem-’ry, with thee my mem - ’ry change-less still will
: fi - ning, Than all the beauty, than all the beau - ty night eer taught to
= Z ae ee
ERS Ss EEA STS Ts EO
=
i LE SN SES, ERTS pitas ««/C
aS ——— aT Estas Sore ABNER ie SE |
dwell, I’m . far» *from . thee} far from joy’s best trea - sure, From all _ the
beam, The light of Heav’n fades be~neath thy glo - ry; The whole earth. /
a ee sun - shine life e’er brought to me; Ah, my heart keeps one on - lygleam of
a-lone to, me; Ah, mem-’ry keeps one on - ly joy’ be -
ee]
bears thy form
ia SSS
rall.
: rte :
plea - sure, > yetna) Tneewilte | Gye thee!
BT Seo ee Tho part - ed, SCHUDE o Geay ugevbalig - LopM NN TAaYeThe
LOVELY ISABELLE.
(ROBERT LE DIABLE.) MEYERBEER.
Andante. -~* ott al ise eee ee eine
—— Se ee gg = esece ses = =a
1. Ah, love - ly Vg) gay aw i= Dele a. cee Love - ly Is - Fr

2. Ah, love = ly Egan an gs CLLeM er eeu. Love - ly Is - ae!
—
ee
TEs
eee
if al pe Wal |eit
== ee
While thus thineeye - lids close.......... In” wsotttagly Geweet wree-" pOceyy cect Some
belle!
Could mer - cy’s gen - tle |(stehee nc abece ; My,.-soul “from (sin. ems- 7 yOeem, sere Then
« belle!
-)-— oe eat ae ees ge

: oa?
aa ———__ Se Seer ee a = eI
on
io$$! er SA
: ca eal
-| oa —__——_ a gc a oe
ten - der guar - dian an = gel seems To watch-o’er thee, and gild with smiles thy
this... poor heart,... e = late......... and free, Might dare... to of - fer hom-age wun - to
Ee Ee
Love - ly Is a - belle! Love-ly Is - a - belle!

dreams,...
thee,...... Love - ly Is a + bellel. iin Love- ly Is - a - belle!
GIACOMO MEYERBEER is the Italianised name of JACOB MEYER BEER, the famous composer of Robert le
other operas, which
Diable (in which occurs the air, ** Ah, lovely Isabelle), Les Huguenots, Le Prophete, Dinorah, and
in 1794,—son of a
have been, and still are, highly popular in all parts of the civilised world. He was born at Berlin, in that city,
himself
wealthy Jewish banker,—and after the great success of Robert le Diable at_Paris, established but
where almost all his subsequent successes were made. He never attempted to write oratorios, or symphonies,
n,’’ and
in addition to his operatic works, wrote several detached songs, amongst which his ‘‘ Lovely Fisher-maide
‘‘ The Monk,” have gained special popularity. He died in 1859, not long before the production of his grand cpera
LD’ Africarne.
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION ]
BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. Wg
THE HARDY - SAILOR.

O’KEEFE. Dr. ARNOLD.
Grazioso. WS: os a i
= a oor, ae
The hardy sai - lor braves the o - cean, Fear - less of the roar - ing wind;
Yet hisheartwith soft @ - mo-tion,Throbsto leave his love be-hind, Throbs, throbs,
| ee
ee ee
ee a ee
throbs, Yet. his heart with sofs *e - mo-tion, Throbstoleave his love be - hind...... To
throbs,
carr pp roaster eaeieae

— FINE.
a: + —
Be —. = tree ES
er one
2a
TOaverliiste elOVGre comwads encpevinenesnauvemsneans

Ges) LImCeratecstetinues To leave,to leavehis love be-hind!
a ee
To dread of fo-reign foes a stran-ger, Though the youth can daunt-less roam, A -
‘ — = 2 a ee ee ee ae eee
6——— ee seo eee ere
- larm-ing fears paint ev’ - ry danger, In a Ti - val left at home! A -
: ideas yeedala At SEGNO.
SS
=
=a SPan
Spal a aaa me
<= Saale—— —eje—0
=~
e
fo eee
Fe
e a ete
e e eee epee
SE
er
cilia a an ae
larm-ing fearspaint ev’-ry dan-ger, In a ri - val lefti "at acnesnse
home ere Tho
HOME, SWEET HOME.

J. HOWARD PAYNE. H. R. BISHOP.
w ca
ae
Andante.
=a
—e eg eS
arg
ce
SSSS
es +h inane OER
ca hie aaa Dikhit Sat Tyee aa
——4.
Shak a
plea-sures and pa - la- ces though we may roam, Be it e -ver §so

1. Mid my-
ex - ile from home, splendour daz - zles te Vadim Cas give me
2. An
aa
ee Soatame eee) Veron ——— ee —_|—_—__,—--—
i Oe ee eg ee =e a A EES at —_————_
. Sr ——— Se
- ble, there’s no place like home. A charm from the skies seems to
hum
low - ly thatch’d cot-tage a - gain! The birds, sing - ing gai - ly, that
ae
asi Ea =~) DORE
ha
Speen ot —-~ ff EL —
__ a laa
Sr) a Os fen sale
p—_—#= ~—*—-- eo s
amend
panes makgeas oka
hal-low us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne’er met with else - where.
came to my call; Give me them, with the peace of mind, dearer than _ all.
(== BR s-—
*
sina
4
a dent
4
Fe
Spel i~)
ee ee
no place like
—
home.
Home, home, swect,sweethome,There’s no place like home, There’s
was buried
(SIR) HENRY ROWLAND BISHOP was born in London, Nov. 18,1786. Died April 30, 1855, and
at Finchley. Was knighted in 1842. Was made Mus. Doc., Oxon, 1853. Was one of the founders
in the cemetery Day. His chief operatic
of the Philharmonic Societv, 1813, and wrote for it his sacred cantata, The Seventh a number of forcign
work, Aladdin, was produced at Drury Lane, 1826. He adapted to the English lyric stage
various dramas—glees , choruses, and songs, which are still universally admired.
operas, and furnished—to
on BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPUSERS.
THE TOKEN,
DIBDIN.
SSS
Andante con moto.
ine a. pe kien a >< ——

—
‘1, The breeze was fresh, the ship in stays, Each break- er hush’d, the shore a
2. The storm, that like a shape - less _ wreck, Hadstrew’dwith rig - ging all the
Se ee ee ee
RT, ee $e
= ee ee ee
——_— |, ————_- —— - Sh ee ee
Si A ee pe ee ae Ne ="e— |
haze, When Jack, no more on du - ty eall’d, His truelove’s to-kens 0 - ver -

deck, That tars for sharks hadgiv’n a feast, And left the ship a hulk—had
Coe a a ee ee ee ee Hs a PT —— |
8 Aaa
a Sueasiecsse
teen ae oan STE (aka ne
- hauld; The bro-ken gold, _‘ the braided hair, The ten-der mot - to, writ so
ceas’d: When Jack, as with his messmates dear, He shar’d the ,. grog their hearts to
Pes aye issn seansesemea —_——_— = ee ee
5 oy———— Se SS oo Se eee Eea ee
=e o—_- - a
fair, Up -on his bac - co - box he views, Up-on his bac - co - box he
cheer, Took from his ‘bac - co - box a quid, Took from his ’bac - co - box a
+S nas eto se ee Oca aap
a :
ee
views, Nan - cy the po - - et, love the muse. “TE
quid, And spell’d for com -.° fort, ,on , the lid. you loves
FAT
Aeaster
al ae
ea CPmEped
ER I REE weet Ne ae ETT ——.— oe
—_———————— Sea ge <=
= Se an? once boom oe 5 AOE ANE al ARR |RAR atiyy) Re” Lom canyon ae Sa
ay — ee
Duy ee tash of Lim loves you, No pair so hap - py as we two.’’
The battle,—that with horror grim, The voyage,—that had been long and hard,
Had madly ravag’d life and limb, But that had yielded full reward,
Had scuppers drenched with human gore, And brought each sailor to his friend,
And widow’d many a wife—was o’er: Happy and rich—was at an end:
When Jack to his companions dear, When Jack, his toils and perils o’er,
First paid the tribute of a tear, Beheld his Nancy on the shore:
Then, as his ’bacco-box he held, He then the ’bacco-box display’d,
Restor’d his comfort as he spelled— And cried, and seized the yielding maid,
** Tf you loves I, as I loves you, ** If you loves I, as I loves you,
No pair so happy as we two.”’ No pair so happy as we two.”’
THE PILOT.
Her BAY LN. S. NELSON.
2 SEcio as) et eA ee Bie 2 ee sa
nt Fea INGER MT econ, tar|eceane Facey [PeerreeRapper. ShRN ee Sesteal ae ame oe =a—5- |
. ee fe pamenoy Jee eeee| Seaver 2-8 = sei eG A
** Oh, Dia 1 LOLMe esis a fear - ful night,There’s dan - ger on the
ehfeats Pounce: Rea ee WEES >
eee
————————————
———~e_—_ o_o
Sepace |
’ —
deep ; Pil come and pace the deck with thee, I do not dare to
2
all
reeked BRAS
lah ca ME SACU,
Sis) SEE
CL
ED, Cae
McRae
eS ERT BOG
Ma is SN
EOFS
8———lateeo ete Rede,
as
=
MS ai a
eetce ete eT gelVie] erere Oe re oefee
bras rr
scm = =
Spe ee eee a saa =
RES =|
Se ,
sleep.”’ **Go down,” the sai - lor cried, ‘‘go down. This is no _ place _ for
—9.2% SRL eae aa gee Nae Aa | NS oa GNA thie BONS Ce ete a
:a aaa SS = = cay Beran ean
ison —=—— |
Se eeegg ae glie Pomslaxpssnoes teva ee eg Oe 28
thee ; Fear not, but trust in Pro - vi-dence, Wher - e - ver thou may’st be.”
** Ah, pilot, dangers often met “On such a night the sea engulph’d
We all are apt to slight, My father’s lifeless form ;
And thou hast known these raging waves My only brother’s boat went down
But to subdue their might :” In just so wild a storm:
“It is not apathy,’ he cried, And such, perhaps, may be my fate,
‘That gives this strength to me, But stillI say to thee,
Fear not, but trust in Providence Fear not, but trust in Providence
Wherever thou may’st be, Wherever thou may’st be.”
SOHN DICKS’ EDITION.|

WHEN THE ROSEBUD OF SUMMER.

E. FITZSIMONS. SIR J. STEVENSON.
&| wn
SS
SS
3 eGR OLE TMsENN
pA
SSS
4 Andantino.
RTO are re SN ve
Ss a ae a
of . sum~ mer, its beau - ties be - stow- ing, On

1. When the rose - bud my
the last sparkwhich thy smile lovd to cher- ish, In
2. When of hope
all its sweet-ness shall pour, And the sun-shine of day in night’s
win - ter’s rude blast of this heart which a -
and its splen-dour be over, And the pulse
bo - som shall die,
=e
Li usr oa
4° ——s
Serevent Pei ene res
Ieee
— ar pile Lam
meee
a ee a
2S ee ee
es ee
ge oe ae Ee
ee
—,
Oh, then, dearest El- len, Yll love you no more, I'll
dark - ness be glow-ing, love you no more, Ill
Oh, then, dearest El- len, Yll
- dores youshall per-ish,
aes ee eo2 =
ge Lhe ISS Ns Se
J
sun - shine of day in night’s dark - ness’ be
love you no more, When the
When the pulse of this heart, which a - dores you, shall
love you no more,
> o Ee AMES eRPTITae. ae
reas = —#——e
teen eeAI SO a = ee Fa
roa ee . ar LTE
ue ——
then, dear-est El-len, Ill love you no more,I’ll love you no more, Til
Seeks Oh,
—~ —
re oes ——Te = 2.——
3 woe s — 3 Oe pg ae
———o 3 > FF poh ear —_ ; rt
then, dear - est El- len, 1a love you no more.
love you no more, Oh,
LOVE AMONGST THE ROSES.

J. C. DOYLE.
Sere SS
Allegretto moderato.
TF
pee eh, Wiss
—————
es 2 a store = SS
Pa - phianbow’r, And ga - ther’d sweets from
1. Young Love flew to the
«oh, joy - ous hour, Com - pose a wreath of
29 5eOhs hap - py day,
roses, and sweet jes — sa- mine, The bees ahye
= Nye)
INA Be | HOWeK seenecene From
LOW) lalearieted Let’s bind him to us neer to se - ver; Young Love shall
VGH nel Ya
Gra - ces there were cul - ling po - sies, The

and the eg - Jan - tine. The
E - tern - al spring the wreath com - po - ses, KE -
dwell with us for e-ver.
es
SSS ee
pede AG FN “
SSS
ee >_> —_ a Ss ee
AY 4 eo =
‘
(a — ee 7 —-
mong
aa .
the ro -ses, ? Young
a
cul- ling po-sies, And found youngLove a -

there were
oe
Gra - ces
oe
is Love a - mong the ro-ses, §
- tern - al spring the wreath com- po-ses, Con - tent
acct oe === "| |

a= oe rae a
G ee
ro ‘ses, Love a - mong the ro => ses,. The
Love a - mong the
SS a
=
tet =acer em SS ee
sies, And found young Love a - mong the ro - Ses.

Gra - ces there were cul - ling po-
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION|

th)nN BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
GAILY THE TROUBADOUR.

T. H. BAYLY. T. H. BAYLY.
Allegro.
Gai - ly the Trou-ba-dour touch’d his gui - tar, When he was_hast- en - ing
home from the

——
war; Sing - ing, “from Pa - les - tine, hi - ther come,
———s Se
La - dye love! La - dye love! wel-come me home.’ Sing - ing,‘‘from Pa - les- tine,
"hss SivaRSE YOSESeeTam

oe
hi - ther I come, La - dye love! la - dye: love! wel-come me _ home.”
She for the Troubadour hopelessly wept, Hark! *twas the Troubadour pape eine her name,
Sadly she thought of him when others slept; Under the battlement softly he came;
Singing, “‘in search of thee, would [ might roam, Singing, ‘‘from Palestine, hither I come,
Troubadour! Troubadour! come to thy home.” | Ladye love! Ladye love! welcome me home.”
Singing, ‘‘in search of thee, would I might roam, Singing, “‘ from Palestine, hither I come,
Troubadour! Troubadour! come to thy home.”’ Ladye love! Ladye love! welcome me home. i
LET’S HAVE A DANCE.

SHAKSPERE. MATTHEW LOCKE.
‘Allegro moderato. H Pee.
oH= saa —— ==
1. Let’s have a dance up = on the heath! We gain more life by
2. Some - times a - bout a hol - low tree, A round, a - round, a-
!
ee eee
=<
===
Fah am
eS
SE
Dun - can’s death. Some - times like brind - ed cats we shew,

- round dance we. And thi - ther the chirp - ing crick - ets come, And
Hav -ing no TAT in SLC but our mew; To which we dance in

bee - tiles sing in drow - sy hum. Some - times we dance o’er
sian
zai
=e
some
Roars
nema
old” mill,
ie
ae anor
Up -
ee ee
on
—————§ ————
acres ucla coh
we
ee raga
the
a tea
hop -_ per,
SS
Eee
race
stone, or wheel,
ferns or furze, To howls wolves, or ae! of curs ; Of
some old saw, or bard +. ish rhyme, Where still the mill - clack
with none of these we meet, We dance tome e - choes
—— = SSS
does . keep time, Where still the mill - clack does keep time.
of our feet, We dance to the e - choes of our feet.
MATTHEW LOCKE, born at Exeter, about the middle of the 17th century, became a chorister of the Cathedral
in that city, and there became acquainted with the elements of the musical art. He acquired favour at an early age,
having been employed to compose the music for the public entry of Charles IT. into London, at the Restoration of
the Stuarts. He was afterwards appointed ‘‘Composer in ordinary to His Majesty,’ and wrote the music for
several dramatic pieces. His greatest success was made in his music to Shakspere’s Macbeth. The song with
chorus, ‘‘ Let’s havea dance upon. the heath,” is as freshly melodious now as if written but yesterday, and in the
song of Hecate, ‘‘ Now I go,”’ and in other portions of his Macbeth music, Locke showed a fertility of melody which
still commands the admiration of musicians.

MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. 28
BEST
MY NATIVE LAND, GOOD NIGHT.

LORD BYRON. MISS FOWLER.
; Moderato.
Fa a 3 7 — Sais aR
= — PS Hie
e wa ~-_ ters
ly 2Age mer ien, a - dieu, my na - tive shore Fades o’er the
bark, Pil swift - ly go A- thwartthe foam -. ing
2. With thee, my
: De EN een : a tt
een
es aaa ——— ae
a ee
= [Sa
| nO er gl a a = ~~
the break-ers roar, And shrieks the wild sea -
| blue; The night-winds sigh,
eee
land thou bear’st me to, So not a - gain to
brine ; Nor care what.
—~
25542
| aeN
a Oa at SS ; = - 9 SSE ae ;
||
u - on. the sea, --We fol - low in his
| - mew. Yon sun that sets
dark blue waves! And when. you fail my
mine. Wel - come wel-come, ye
= ae =
c fr Re
Soe Ls aA RE a a ras ere 5

ai as
a - while to him and thee, :
flight. Fare - well ha =" tive “land, good
sight, Wel - come, ye de - serts, and ye ore ayhe
RAN
SSS eS
obec bere
SS
————— obey
2
_——— raeeEF
eee eee —=
Miyee ieacse.ees na - = tive land, good miohteyeya

DIGHE! ...000-+.
ADIEU, MY NATIVE LAND.
SSS
J. CHANDLER.
SS
:
LORD BYRON.(?)
SS: Andante. CT ei Lar, oe ae UTA Bs
YE)
LVS LBP at eeee ENO goa
sails; Per = haps I ne - ver

spreads her swell : - ing
TY Daal FINE
aNd
—_— &@.—_ -—_ @——__——_ =
a > ————$———
———— ———— —:,S_
= ar ae <4
=Suites == DEE aeee
ime aT
1 == ae
[pen
= ry dales!
fer es) wae tale ceesol fields, thy flow’ -
more may view Thy
a a em
pcree a S i =|
—~ ——_
—- —<— —s SS
SE
feaneRn
ee
ABAEA SS eraso
o wee,
RR 4
a eg
|
can charm n0 more, Far
De ° lu - sive hope
roam, Une ws) sriends 5 0) ed: seek some

from the faith - less maid I
AL SEGNO.
———— Bn Se —_— =
ee Ae i AS rs
= eee
———|
—_————_ —— —
aa aL
-leave my hum - ble home!

fo =p Ecign aSHOre,.. Unie eiarpi «ted»
Tn vain through shades of frowning night,

Farewell, dear village, ah, farewell! Mine eyes thy rocky coast explore ;
Left on the gale the murmur dies ;
Deep sinks the fiery orb of night,
I hear thy solemn ey’ning bell, I view thy beacons now no more. |
Thy spires yet glad my aching eyes.
Rise, billows, rise! Blow, hollow wind !
Though frequent falls the dazzling tear, Nor night, nor storms, nor death, I fear!
I scorn to shrink from Fate’s decree; Ye, friendly, bear me hence, to find
And think not, cruel maid, that e’er That peace which Fate denies me here!
- Tl) breathe another sigh for thee!
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION. ]

24 BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS:
THE WELSH HARPER.

SHERIDAN KNOWLES. T. SMITH.
Allegretto.
nde SU ee See, cba tN
“8 Seon Tene. an = Tear Se a) JT
3} — 5— 2 -—— Sa ances
¥_
O - ver the sun - ny hills Tun - ing many a rus - tic

ss ae ams
ats
eS ———$—__—>__h_.
_ eae rise S Sz ee
payee)
cae
——— Ss
0: (ET SESE
» TenRESETS
oo ese” laare Rewea arm aayeoate™
ee eee
= ——_
lay; And some-times in the sha - dow - y vales, I sing of love and
Sree ——————————
Ee =a SiH Sa LIVSRSRAI PRLS NSPE 2ST
SS
= en AB SET SD
———— ——
bat - tle tales. Mer - ri - spend my life; Tho’ poor, my
SSS
breast is free from strife! ‘*‘ The oid harp - er,’ -call’d am I,
[SS — a =~ —~
> Be Fa an an esee
eee ee
See Se
eee
In the Welsh vales ’mid moun-tains the Welsh vyales ’mid moun-tains high.
Sometimes before a castle gate, When Sol illumes the western sky,
In song a battle I relate ; And ev’ning zephyrs softly sigh,
Or. how a lord, in shepherd’s guise, Oft times on village greens I p ay,
Sought favour in a maiden’s eyes. While round me dance the rustics gay.
With rich and poor a welcome guest, And oft, when veil’d by sable night,
No cares intrude upon my breast. The wand’ring shepherds I Celight.
‘* The blithe old harper,” &c. “* The blithe old harper,”’ &e.
PATTY KAVANAGH.
C. DIBDIN, Jun.
W. REEVE.
Allegretto.
eS Se
——$$$________.
3 —.
—— #4 —— — soos
eee
Shall we meet ere ev’ - ning’s gray? Hey, Pat - ty, pret - ty Pat - ty!
ee
: ———
a
SUE
ee ee
ee SSS =e per iseetis tee beas
Teal
t,
a
Gay
Or when sil - ver moon- beams Pret - ty
SSS
Pat - ty, tell me!
zi)een ee eae aac ae—— Wansed.i
= =
—= =e eee
=
May I then my love impart? Woo you to re - lieve my smart? Shall each give and
——
take a heart, Love-ly Pat - ty an Ka-van-agh? Love-ly Pat- ty, lLove-ly Pat-ty,
SAe
SS
Se— a A ae OY DN sy dap ey, ba
ee _SEY —aE a! jeeean se SS ee
Love - ly Pat - ty Ka - van-agh, Love - ly Pat - ty Ka - yan-agh!
I can boast not wealth or birth, What peeps o’er yon hilly spot ?
Hey, Patty, pretty Patty! Hey Patty, pretty Patty !
Think you these alone have worth ? The village steeple, is it not ?
Pretty Patty, tell me!
Pretty Patty, tell me!
Surely health, a heart that’s true, There’s the church, and here’s the ring,
A hand that can protect you, too, Love makes life a constant spring ;
Are gems ;—and these I proffer you Haste, for time is on the wing,
Lovely Patty Kavanagh ! Lovely Patty Kavanagh!
WILLIAM REEVE, born in London, 1771, died 1824, was

a fertile melodist, but produced no important lyric
work which bears his name alone. After the early and lamented
works for the English stage, in collaboration with Mazzinghi. death of Storace, in 1776, he wrote several lyric
Amongst the most famous of these joint works may
be mentioned the ballad operas, Paul and Virginia, and
The Turnpike-Gate, which contain many melodies still
popular. The advent of Bishop, with his rich vein of melody, and his command of orchestral resources, obscur
the humbler merits of Reeve, and from the year 1806, he sank 1nto comparative ed
obscurity.
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION. }
Atay —— += =~ eae
—————— Se
ITWEREIVVAING 2O whl THER MALI cl FEEL,

J. A. WADE. F. STOCKHAUSEN.
eee
Allegretto. ra Sioa ae”
ogee
ee
: SS ee ee
tell - thee all i foal sea, ‘ Or Say for

1. Twere vain to
hast call’d my voice a bird’ spine. Wkose mu - sic
2. Thou oft
Ne Ns a ——————
x pres aaa :
egal ——————
——————
iad oi ete
alee aia” Oa ee ——
= =aSe s!
ee = j OS i
thee I’d die, Or say for thee I’d die; I _ find that words will but con -
like a spell, Conldchange to rap - tare een the
ee
like a spell, Whosemu - sic
a
a= oop coe nent
| LY
3
te w=!
DiesOa coees = onl oe |
eda rotamenmos aon F ss cs
soul would wish to sigh. ) *

- ceal What my
Of our’ slow and sad fare - well. § Ah, well - a - day! The sweet -est
words
eft ee Fe SALT OH ema SET YAO aca STASTESSANTEE

So Or ee Sea see |
gee Se —— —£_# —)
Se aR e a ee a ee ae ae ae ame eda Ta, sc
ne - ver say one half my love for thee! Then let me
me - lo- dy Could never,
6 Or ee rae
a mon
ees Se ===]
a ==— +t Seng eee —+—
é t- 2 : —— peea a @ —_ = safe — =
©) Jens - ly, Sree - Yesls..-..- What my Sql eee would wish to sigh |
giv
TOT SeenLe Ae oo Le FADED FLOWER.

J. R. THOMAS.
Andante semplice
But, ah, how fond - ly dear ; Twill

1. Tis ‘but a little fa - ded flow’r, core, Some
keep With - in its in - ‘most
2, Where is the heart that doth not
PRE ee Sans
gi S ak Nae Ie eee OeyShoe, :
Rae
aa hae ISTE |
Aa aed eee
ee a
Lo
eae yee coon
pn —_ — oJ ee
Sere, RMeay JneenP™ Gateee
Po
ea io ee
oe
= —o 2
ma-ny, thro ma-ny a weary
me back the gol-den hour, Thro’ no
bring Gt days, of days teat are
re - membrance, hid - den deep,
fond
ee eh ee ow
key
SSS
) a
ke ee
ee
ee ee
SS —J——
Se ae gp
The se - cret, the secret of its

not to the world im - part
year. RF may
More priz’d, more priz’dthan jew - els
more ? Who hath not sav’dsome tri- fling thing,
p= 5 -_—— ——-
sas
ee eee —_@— oa Oe,
=
rem
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a
—————
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I keep My. wei. <t <-ed

trea-sur’d ia my in - most heart,
pow’r, But pO, Go yoke
SS
A tress (ae
(es
fa - ded flow’, a bro - ken ring,
rare, A uy
2 rit
——— 2S ee |
=e —e SS SS ——
2
Nath Ps eye} ose
keep my fa, - - ded flow’r.2
flow’r, I
vingign Tian bath, & Ebi ie: te cet
hair, A tacks of col . SG.
ee SS pees
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= =o ae ee ake a mcd
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2 __
es =o ac o— Sa, — le
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dear ; "Twill brirg me
ah, how fond me eLy:
But,
e
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fon
=|
SS fashion Pye eaamen se eo
= ‘e495 —
thro’ ma-ny a wea-Ty year.
one golden hour, Thro’ ma-ny,
back
JOZN DICKS’ EDITION. ]

SHE NEVER TOLD HER LOVE.

SHAKSPERE. HAYDN.
Slowly, and with expression. |
She ne - ver told her love, She ne - ver told

|
er love; But let con - |
oa ; — FH Se
Ges —— es OPS Ps carta hana ema, i LINE
ceal- ment, like a worm
STR ST | —I noraite anes) a

coe Sees ek RS SP RY aT
She sat, like : : : Smi - ling
ox ix |
Se ee
ae a ee eg eee Bes eas mE sr |
3) — o_o fF 6 ee ———- -— rare oF? eo ——— | |
smi - - ling at grief! Smi - ling, BINLy = Pe Noe at grief !
HEAR ME, DEAR ONE.

J. W. BERNHARDT. SCHUBERT.” —
Moderato. 3 fy
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TE ge
wa Oe
—s eres PERLE BTN) reese
PRES (ASAT ay
Asati ak
SE EE Pe END PY)
see 3
(2
a 2 ieee +
oe —_— Se———$ ee ane ser
Hear me, dear one, ten - der sigh - ing, Thro’ the night to
hist, **the’ Ynight 2 yin!) o< gale is sing - ing, Hear 4 the ten - der
mie Shee AE cal ae at wham
thee. In the calm and hal-low’d si - lence

strain, To his mate, in tone so melt - ing,
=
eee reee
ee haste thee, love, to me! Flut-t’ring leaf - lets soft - ly whis - per |
Sighs he not in vain. Ev’ -ry ring - ing ca- dence tell - ing
i a ee ee ee
SeSes-
=o aa aaa
= — tne == aaa
*Neath the sil - ver light, *"Neath the sil - ver light, While the stars, se .«
Of oh lo - ver’s smart, Of a lo - yer’s smart, Bears to thee the
—,
3 ——— = =
rene a- bove thee, Gem the love - ly night, Gem the

ten - love - ly
der long - ing Of my faith - ful heart, Of my faith - ful
Ist time. — mi Silke 2nd time.
a
So eS
es ae
night!
ee Feaee
pm RENE : a
heart. Kin-dred pi - ty,love a -
5 ete | peewee Per SE TI —— 2
(22 es a Suen meoen ere oy J A =
- wak - ing In thy heart’s re |) =, treaty Dear - est, giv - eth
= SS
he gy ate ta een oes ae Ch ies ag atet — meres
ae A RE pee — — 2 LES ST
hope - ful pro - mise Love with love shall meet,
Sy
Love with love shall MCCD eee
coecenees with love shall meet,
FRANZ SCHUBERT, born a.p., 1797, at Vienna, was less famous during
his lifetime than since his untimely
death. His genius embraced almost all departments of music, and he wrote operas, symphonies
music, and vocal solos, which abound in melody of the freshest and most , ecclesiastical
captivating kind. He wrote over 200
songs, many of which are still in the highest degree popular His symphonies haye been frequently heard in
England, though some of these were never performed during his lifetime. His mode of life was irregular, and
dissipated habits led to his death in 1828, at the early age of 31. He was buried his
near the grave of Beethoven, in tha
church-yard of Wahring, near Vienna.
COMPOSERS. On,
| BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST
| et
TELL ME, MY HEART. H. R. BISHOP.

T. MORTON. tg NilesR vA ps
Vi
See ee
pS
Espress.
=e :
me, my
pemeee
heart, why morn - ing prime
=
Lookslike
:
the fa-ding
gen
gp ee e
—
eve?
| Tell ee
—
eeeae rt ——t
Why thegay lark’s ce-les + - tial
Lookslikethe fa-ding eve? the fa-ding eve ?
tr
»—— a s—
ip
_e_eo—
96 -
—-* C
; —
| _——~
grieve ? Shall tell, shall tellthe soul to grieve, to grieve, to
chime, Shall tell,shalltell the soul to
_~
— s
Se Ses
Pp dolce.
_~ —~
Oe eg
rte Se eeee =
pose waKa
or ie ee a
Se a one
Ah, hap- less maid,your love's a - way ! Your
eee
grieve? The heay-ing bo - som seems to say,
eee
neers = $e Andantino con Moto. a —
camera Seanew SE eas=

a- way! Tell me, my heart,....... why summer’s
love’s a - way, your love, your love’s
Sie a SS Se
—
Ma ae ee a ee
CRE ee
seyinbes ee a opel Ea Teil
= eet
Te
Se SE ea cane Se eet
(picaeraer= Fis brain
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win-t’ry day
eae eeae ee
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r ee
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ee
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beau - ties ecm tOn DlOWscstaccas sss oa
:
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SS
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= SS
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whis-pers in my ear, in my ear, Ah, hap-py,

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love, your love is NCATE. 2.5 Tell me, my

NEAT sredecttase your love is near, your
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DICKS’ EDITION. |
® ¥
JOHN
28 BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS,
:
{
i
—
TO MARY IN HEAVEN.
ROBERT BURNS. MISS LUCY JOHNSTON.
ee
Andante con espress, Me,
y— BS
ut aesere apiie sae eieemy eo ee as ees a = oe
Gina ee ee ——— Sones Rn A oa
Sh Oe ee
i = =
1. Thou lin - g’ring star, with less’ - ning ray, That lov’st to
2. That greet the
sa - cred hour can I for - get? Can I for - get the
et Bie peer : ae we ar Sse he meere
b ae 5 petarype oer ——
—# nse BEM =—___
Se eS <<
ear - ly morn, A. waiain \ thou Yomgh \. erat sue in
‘ the day My
hal - low’d grove, Where by the windings ae Ayr we met, To
—_——y—>
a: -+ —-—
A
—____—___|_ i
_ ee
h—_«—_®> e—@ os ee ey scar eto apnea ees ss
Ma - ry from my soul was) torn. (Oh*.:.. Ma - ry, dear de - part - ed
SS
live one day of part
SS
- ing love? E
ee
- ter - ni - ty
eS
can - not ef -
—~ °
aS
ee
es -——_ e
‘esas — oS ee oea eg ee — a ee ee
Tay; —$<$<$<____,_
shade! Where is thy place of bliss - ful rest? See’st thou thy lo - ver
- face Those re - cordsdear' of trans - ports past; The 1 - mage of our
a
a ——
reakegncaneum sa—~ecdooranpsare fate
ee ee Ssys Sarees pike Sime
a a ee anmne
low - ly laid?
ee Hear’st thou the groans.....
ae
that rend his breast?
last em - brace;. Ah, lit te s tle thought... we twas our last !
Ayr, gurgling, kiss’d his pebbled shore, Still o’er these scenes my mem’ry wakes,
O’erhung-with wild woods thickening green ; And fondly broods with miser care ;
‘The fragrant birch, the hawthorn hoar, Time but the impression stronger makes,
Twin’d amorous round the raptur’d seene. As streams their channels deeper wear.
The flow’rs sprang wanton to be prest,
My Mary, dear departed shade!
The birds sang love on ev’ry spray— Where is thy place of blissful rest ?
Till soon, too soon, the glowing west S2e’st thou thy lover lowly laid ?
Proclaim’d the speed of wingéd day. Hear’st thou the groans that rend his breast 2
THE HARP “THAT, ONCE THROVTARWS pane

ARRANGED By THOMAS MOORE. ~
Andante con espressione.
ae
Ge -C———}= «2 Se
o
3 Sees
Se ee
_—— 4 2 re ea
o— aeae
a
1. The harp that once thro’ Ta - ra’s halls The soul of mu - sic shed, Now
2. No more to chiefs and la - dies bright The harp of Ta - ra swells, The
———
i
See
——
Mae
-
i aS
--——-
ig
-—
—— —4—___
e
ee
e
Sy eee
Beane)” Sea a SS —
hangs as mute on Ta - ra’s walls As
chord
if that soul were fled. So
a - lone that breaks at night,’ - Its tale of ru - in tells. Thus
ciateadaEP a atpe
e
—————— Ore a
a s—-—
SPR. SEER “WRT — ee
sleeps the pride of for - ‘mer days, So - -Glo - ry. thrill” is o’er; And
Free - dom now so sel - Com wakes; The on - ly throb she _ gives Is
Gu
abe arms— any—
sige ce
aie hen DerD
sit fea aan
Sra ee
ea z eo an
——— Sa =
hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more!
when some heart in - dig - nantbreaks, ‘lo show that still she lives!
THOMAS MOORKE, the most popular of Irish poets, was
fame, as the writer of Lalla Rookh, and other poems, is born in Aungier Street, Dublin, May 28,1779. His
too widely spread to render necessary any account of his
purely literary works. His precocity as a writer was shown
performed in 1790, when he was but eleven years old. He came in the production of a satirical epilogue, publicly
of his early poems led to his adoption of a literary career. to London, and studied for the Bar, but the success
He was a fair musician, and not only wrote lyrics, but
set them to music. It is on his adaptation of words to the national
and he executed this task with so much musical skill, that melodies of Ireland, that his fame chiefly rests,
there is little impropriety in giving his name as composer
of the melodies in the form they now assame. He died at Sloperton, February, 1852,
JOXN DICKS’ EDITION]
ad
OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. 29
BEST MELODIES
IN. CHILDHOOD MY TOYS.

LORTZING.
J. W. BERNHARDT.
Andante.
atlas clean a rans CE eee, ee :
e e
Ee | = a—| =~ ——Je
yob- pee ar 2eae Sal ees aera
Fea —_———a a ee
es a
toys were tha scep - tre and crown, In
In child - hood my
ee ee oF
iee
eo
es camer
ee Se ea eee
I dreamt of re - nown; How vain in my tri- umpho’er
war with my play-mates
per ee eee a = SS ee
b> -—_ —~ —- en
Sc oe eee eo = roe B= eee jee re]
ESS = Sia a Saas ee = Sees
eee ==
to my fa-ther, my hon - ours to show, Who
some fan - cied foe, The march
ee ee ee ee ee
~_
ee Sete eee aes °-3—— ?

(Sy ee
St aie T GRELharTee Soma ia a?Gay SS
a how hap - py, of
greet-ing his boy, would but say, “How hap - py,
ten-der - ly
Se es a SS _T
pate ag a
=i
eo
E oj
Pre
a eet
ee——eeSe ag S|
—— sah a ee eg ee a
E i
how hap - py, of childhood the day !’’
child-hood the day! How happy,
|When faded like ev’ning in darker night’s gloom,

Tho’ proudly now wearing in glory the crown, A king yields as subject to Death and the tomb,
My people command me, my honour their own, How vain is the greatness that lives but a day !
If fortune her smile give, their favour I guin,
| How fitful the splendour that burns to decay !
But friendship or love I might sigh for in vain ; | Then humbly my Father above I would pray,
Tho’ splendour surround me my heart still would say,
Renew happy childhood in heav’n’s brighter day !
“How happy, how happy, of childhood the day !”’
FATHER WILLIAM.
W. HAWES.
ROBERT SOUTHEY.
tr
P ¢ Andante.
i) a aC any qe Nae aSanat ae, Len +pia
ses nae ae. gear,ae
Ws ae
SS a
or =< — . ee
eee SS
the young. man cried; ‘‘The few
tou. are old, Fa - ther Wil - liam,”
the young man cried ; ** And
| Zed LOUnn ale old, Fa - ther Wil - liam,’
ee ge
a$,%aw a
oa o———. == ow Soe
esoay some.)=e ==
— nome AB oee sree or =
ee a ——
lod
hale, Fa-ther William, a hearty old
locks that are left you are gray. You are
a - way. You are cheer - ful, and love to con -verse up - on
life must be hast-’ning
ans Sa Gd eT | pees ae
ee
5
a ee =
pray.” “In the days of my youth,” Fa - ther
man; Now tell me the rea-son, I
I pray.’ “I am cheer - ful, young man,’ Fa- ther
death; Now tell me the rea-son,
=ae e s
eee ee
1 —
oe St ee aE
that youthwould fly fast. I a- bus’d not my

Wil-liam re- plied, “I remem-ber’d of my
at - ten-tion en - gage!In the days
Wil-liam re - plied, “‘Let the czuse thy
(ie a === eS ae
es ree Moa es a
Web ae FG Te 2 Lark Sy epeeSr ater ose
_o = 3
first, That I ne - ver might need them, ne’er

health , and my vig - onr at for -
God, And he hath not for - got-ten,
youth I re - mem-ber’d my
bs as Ga Cot
pares =~ Po See
= =a
=e
WS Se and my vig - our at
them....... at last. i a- bus’d not my health
need youth 1. re.- mem-berd my
my age. In the days of -my,
got a CONG aston tr
tS—
.
<< _———»— 3s Ess — fase sag —-
CE
— | a
— 3 oe ——— a
—s—
need them, ne’er need them at last.”’
first, That I ne -,ver might age |”?
for - got - ten, pays 0 Ac got - ten my
God, And _ he hath not
TOHN DICKS’ EDITION. ]

30) BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
THE MORN RETURNS.

From ‘‘ ROSINA.”
Layrghetto.
a choir; But sad Ro- si - na a ne’er a-gain Shall strike the sprightly ea‘Tyre! But
— SS a ee So —-——2— = Ss ee
So aeream se a ee
sad Ro - si-- na ne’er a- gain Shall strike the spright - ly lyre!
CHILD OF EARTH WITH THE GOLDEN HAIR.

CHARLES E. HORN,
Allegretto con anima. =
44s
A ay yaaa ae
SS eae
=e at presses ——— ee ET ET
A Nin.
=e glassed Z ores unsnre~ina a ee ee ee Ko
-
ly Child of Earth with the golden hair, Thv soul’s too pure and thy
2K Il .-. TOR», Of “its. SWeehs....., the humble bee, Il crush the wine fromthe |
ee eer
$,4—-\— = —
ee Sa
re
a ee ee
on —~— a
ee |
vata —~—e— :
:
face too fair, To dwellwiththe crea-turesof mortal mould, Whoselips are warm as their
cow-slip tree, TH pull thee ber-ries, Ill heap thy bed Of dow-ny moss and the
2 Gee dim. S jv) Sy
———_— hearts are cold.

= Roam, roam to our
—@ SSS
fai - ry home, Child of Earth with the
pop - pies red. Roam, roam to our fai - ry home, Child of Earth with the
a
gold - en hair. Thou shall dance with the fai - ry queen, Thro’
‘gold --en hair. Dim sleep shall woo thee, my darl - ‘ing boy, In her
uke gina eaeeremene 2 So

eat ee ee ee ee
Rens ~~
sum - mer nights onthe moon - lit green, To mu - sic mur - mur - ing
mild - est mood _ with dreams of joy, And when with the morn - - ing
Ry UA 2 a! one POY bbe eee
é fore ae - ea aaesenyNs ee aewe
Oe =
ie as 3 res <a a
sweet - er far, Than e€ .- ver. was heard ‘neath the morn - ing
ends her reign, Piea - sure shall bid thee wel - come a -
animato. =
$43——— Seg neewer a ace on
Sa oS men ne a
—S — "
reel 2 Roam, roam to our fai. ry home, Child of Harth with the gold-en hair.
A 24" a 0 See Sas i = SS ——

Se Sree terrestres =. 4 = =a
Roam, roam to our fai - ry home, Child of Earth with the gold - en hair.
CHARLES EDWARD HORN, one of the most fertile of English melodists, was born in the year 1786, at St.
Martin’s in the Fields, London, and received a musical education from his father, a skilled German musician,
settled in London. He also studied singing with Signor Rauzzini, and made some success as a concert singer,—
subsequently adopting the operatic profession. His voice was not strong, but being of extensive compass, enabled
him to undertake a variety of parts, and he was the Caspar in Der Freischittz, when that opera was first produced
on the English stage. He wrote oratorios, operettas, and a large number of songs, many of which retain their
popularity. He finally settled in America, where he took a foremost position, and died at Boston (U. 8. A.),
October 21, 1849.
31
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a at eee
MY NORMANDY.
Frencu NaTronan Sonc. FREDERIC BERAT.
J. W. BERNHARDT.
—————
o.
Moderatee _—$—$—
ee
soul OTe taal) URAIICClseeadesens Let

Bright Hope, re - turn, my Et
re - natt a esa IN) DOMAIN,
; 2OseCGsananeeeece
Quand touti
A$————.$ — e
eeer 2
a eet eer
oe a <1
my na - tive France, From
ter) “fly a-« way From thy lov’d soil,
cemaerel . win. le beau ciel de no - tre France, Quand
fut loin de nous, Sous
que Vhi - ver sostenuto. dolce.
Td happy be, Like

Td ne - ver stray. When summer smiles
thy lov’d soil na - ture est re - ver - die Quand
la
eas
so - leil re « vient plus douwx Quand
le A
——
lea fs RE
i!
oS
pees
I —.-———
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—
Rae =}
fly to thee, my Nor - man-

to seek thy strand, And Nor - man -
ban - ish’d birds, re - tour J aime a re = voir ma
Phi - ron - delle est de cres. IK
atempo.
con sentimento.
Re
a ee Se ee sae
——— i ay Taka mine Chat
land. And fly. to thee, my Nor- man -
Wy. OWN, MY fair, my dear,my na - tive ma Nor - man -
Ove) le jour, Jaime &@ revoir
ACT eS Crest le pa - ys qu ma don- né
espresswvo. Px
i e e
ae
S
pee eS ga
ee
; aes oe ee
dear, my na ~« tive land.
own, my fair, my jour.
Ey ee eeceaacD My wa «60m = né le
le pa - ys que
mi) UG ensesaesases C'est
Jai vu les champs de VHelvétie,

Thro’ stranger lands I’ve wander’d long,
; Et ses chdlets, et ses glaciers;
With weary step and aching heart Jai vu le ciel de VLtalie
,
The brightest scenes I’ve stray damong Et Venise, et ses gondoliers;
But prove it hard from home to part. En saluant chaque patrie,
Ah, me! I ne’er can happy be, Je-me disais aucun séjour
Till once again I touch the strand, Nest plus beau que ma Normandie,
;
And breathe the air of Normandy, land. C'est le pays qui m’a donné le jour.
Mine own, my fair, my dear, my native
Ii est un age dans la vie
When down the vale of life and shade Ou chaque véve doit finir,
The shadows deepen on the scene, Un age ow Udme recueillie
How sweet to feel my days will fade A besoin de se souvenir ;
Where I so long had happy been ; Lorsque ma muse refroidie
The friends of youth again I see, Aura fini ses chants @ amour;
A lov’d and loving happy band : J irai revoir ma Normandie,
I fly to thee, my Normandy, land! C'est le pays qui m’a donné le jour.
My own, my fair, my dear, my native
My DOG AND MY GUN. Dr. ARNE.
From plea-sure to plea - sure they

of their fate;
1. Let gay ones and great Make the most With spirits un-cloud - ed and
9.For ex - er - cise, air, To the fields IL repair,
7
on |G,
es S ee
SSet
wet) yal
ely =a a a
= et
jou! oT en - vy them not While
run, From plea-sure to pleasure they ran. Well, whocaresa I find A stingleave behind, But
light, With spi - rits un-cloud-ed andlight. No bliss-es
ee
gee
ee
ae Eres
SS
—_—-
GE ete
While I have my dog and my = gu...
PMs ene sss te
I have my dog and my
But healthand di- ver - sion u - nite!......
di- ver-sion u - TGGsseetasadenseser
health and

se a oe HY
IN MY COTTAGE NEAR A WOOD.

R. A. MORELAND.
Moderato. pan
wa
SSS
iin
SSS
my cot - tage
=
near
eS
a
SS SS wood,
eae =a
Love and
SSSpear
Ro - sa
omens
now are
Zw luiit emia Mer yet, ye mo - ments stay! Why so ra - pid is your
<a
> aaa le sl Een
eg
woe Se
ei—s— = aan aa a
a==* est aa <2 — z
mine. Roo =.) sa; e - ver fair and. good, Charm- me with those smiles of
wing? Whi - ther would ye haste a - way? Stay and hear my Ro - sa ;
po ee ee gee eee Zoe ss =
SareEn aes peo peee SES Na RES eM ES PWSSRIS) SS TE ET RNIN De ESE
thine! Ro - sa, part - ner of my life, Thee a - lone my _ heart shall
sing. Love, and you, still bless my cot, For - tune’s frowns are for our
SSS SS Sa
i
= ——— — eS $$ — |§
—— , = —_ —— —— a —
ee i a soma = a =e
prize! Thee, the ten - der friend and wife! Ah, too swift lifes cur-rent flies.
good. May we live, by pride for - got, In our cot - tage near a wood.
LHAVE PLUCKID.“ THE “FALRES Th COM ER:

THOMAS MORTON. ALEXANDER LER.
Andante quasi allegretto.
ener ean Seat je on ee ee ey ee py, man eresWHREREREEES
a ences a ———— SSS Scrat wie apenas
le —————
—$—_— —_——-_— ee —~@o——
1. I have pluck’d the fair - est flower, I have dream’d in fan - cy’s
2. But to raise in Beau- ty’s frame, he burn - ing blush of
0B thy Js et ot ea ee oNSo =
ae eee ee Ci a =s 2 pio ear iae e eaes s e ae
eres
(a ee NN
eee ee a Nees
ee pass ==]
bow-er, I have bask’d in Beau-ty’s eyes, I have min-gled melt-ing sighs. I have
shame, Or bid the teurs to start, Far be if virom! my’: heart; But 9)to) 4)
——<—_-—
—~— 9e e e ——
Pee SNPEN ee ee Se em Bie aN z
ee Goh Sale EIR NE 2 32 |

pluck’dthe fairest flow-er, I havedream’din fan-cy’s bow-er, I nave bask’d in Beau-ty’s |
raise in Beau-ty’s frame, The burn-ing blush of shame, Or bid the tears to
~ :
—
Ss ome eee!
a —_S— yt SO OC oO SXx™ — eee
522s =e —S_#——= Ejeet ees ss ee ee

aca tM ee ea PR” TL Geen
peet om n er) |
—
eyes, I have min-gled melt-ing sighs. ify all thesesweets to hive, I’m the
start, Far be it from my heart. Such base at-tempts I scorn, To
Sy eaeURES, CE, SCT ASL NE, WTA SORES 150LS ELE er aA ef ices
Soe Pipage Seonemm mn
a Si fat renee alice Sara eae
eeee meee ES
ie si |
enil-tiess man a - live, But, gentle maids,be - lieve, I never can de- ceive, Nor |
hon-our I was born, Then, gen-tle maid-ens, spare the heart you thus in- snare, Or the |
ad lib. — a tempo.
fs
Se ae ere ws Pee eee eS
: oe a Shee. Se el a — Sosa
cause your breast to heave With a sad heigh - ho! With a sad heigh - ho! With a
wil - low I must wear With a sad heigh - ho! With a sad heigh-ho! With a
= a ad Lib.
R an a oe
eee Se
eee e SS ae ee
ee ase —
Sede ear eater Oars ——*oe er |
sad heigh - ho! Ncr_ cause your breast to heave With a sad heigh - - ho!
sad heigh - ho! Orthe wil-low I mustwear With a sad heigh - - ho!
ALEXANDER LEE, born 1802, in London, commence! life as groom to a nobleman, who discovered that the
youth had a fine voice, and caused him to receive instruction in singing. When 23 years of age, he made his début
as an operatic singer, at Dublin, and in the following year was engaged at the Haymarket Theatre, London. He |
subsequently became manager of Drary Lane Theatre, which he quitted in the year 1830, after producing several
musical pieces of his own composition. He became composer and musical director of other London theatres, aud
composed a number of ballads which were rendered popular by Mrs. Waylett, a favourite singer of the time. For
her he wrote ‘‘ Kate Kearney,” ‘‘ Away, away to the mountain’s brow,’ and many other songs which are still ad-
mired. He became the husband of this lady, whose death, in April 1851, affected him so deeply that he died of
grief, October 8, 1851.
BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. oe
WHEN DAISIES PIED.

SHAKSPERE. ri Dr. ARNE.
. —_—— = adel
ee
Esa cul SS —° a = S Ae ae ames
—— ee = 2
=
1. When daisies pied and viol-ets blue, And car - da-mines all sil - ver white, And
2. When shep-herds pipe on oat- en straws,And mer - ry larks are ploughmen’sclocks, When
_#@ eS PAI tbc ono” uch NS
= of yel - low hue, Do paint the

en
a ee nt zara
———
ca fo goed ees
mea-dows
——_
with delight.

euc-koo buds
bleachtheir sum - mer frocks.
ee
tur-tles play, and rooks, and daws, And mai-dens
ae The cuc-koo then on e - ve - ry tree Mocks mar-ried men, mocks mar-ried men,
mocks married men, for thus sings he: Cuc-koo, cuc - koo, cuc - koo,
ee eee
eS Ale ee vat é 1 RA 1
of
<—
Se EE :
See” ee eee Bra posetsaa sete it
cuc - koo. Oh, word of fear, oh, word of fear, Un -
cuc - koo,
=e
ed
ee eee ee ee
See er SOT == ane ee
SS
-
—
pleas - ing
bp ee
to a
SS
mar - ried car, Un - pleasing
Saa
to a
nee ae
mar -ried ear.
ee
BEAUTIFUL FISHERMAIDEN.
HEINE. MBEYERBEER-
Andantino quasi allegretto.
.
_——_—=.
en, Bring thy frail boat to land; Come, sit thee

Beau - ti - ful fish - er maid-
Fi - scher-mdd - chen! tret - be den Kahn ans Land Komm, zu mir
Du schd - nes
piu cres.
=e ee
SSee S SS
=eSSee
SS
— $$ a —_ Fr— =
here, and talk we; Heart to heart, hand in hand! On this true heart re - pose thou!
ko - sen, hand in hand Leg an mein Herz dein Kdpf-chen,
setz dich nie - der, wir
4
Geee
Ease — 4
a
aed Ss
aes mer =s
eeee ae
rhe aes =e
en Sa te
ee =
ee
me; Thy -self thou trust-est - ly
calm On yon-der stor-my
And fear no harmfrom oft dem wil - den
dich nicht sehr. ver-traust du dich so sorg - 10s doch
und fiirch-te
,
cres,
j im
dine.
seo a aie TS oe, eT Beenie,
a eee ae: GS SP
Rea, Med See , ee
My ~— heart is like that O - cean; From tem - pests

GMa to2hhesche vases hat Sturm und
L2G Paap BOREL Mein Herz gleicht ganz dem Mee - re,
7 ee EE
— SS a eee {lasos
3 hySs eee Ta,
~a-|
a ees
SOEE (RET » Sees
=
TSI ae *
oe
“aa eal
—
eS
ose ae a
But, ..in its deep re-ces - ses, Love's Pearls lie wait - ing thee!
*tis not free! set - ner Tie - fe ruhn.
Ebb and Fluth, Und man - che schO = ne Per - len in
fo= #2
) Pp
4) Pie if
Sle Severo —
— —— SS ee ao
a(Zest ae ernea PPT as
Bean - ti - ful fish - er maid - en! Come!......
Come!...... Come!...... fia. +
Du schd- nes Fisch-er - mdd - chen komm
komm !...... komm! .....
a piacere. eas
Pp j2—
ees ee par ee he ———
& an aa es meRe ———— ores: ee
oJ -
Love’s Pearls lie wait - ing thee! Come! Come! Come !
Gomieliesic: Hand, komm! kon! komme
komm !....... wir ko = sen Hand in
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION]

Cc Mee
THE MINSTREL: BOY,

THOMAS MOORE. ARRANGED BY THOMAS MOORB.
Con spirito.
————
1. The min - strel boy to the war is gone ; In the a
2. The min - _ strel fell! but the foe » man’s chain Could not
és~~
Sn ENE,
wns aes eae
ee :
|
ae ag iSeanO FEST Sih ARE
weneanmabensige
Eres —
ne=
ee
—_—— eayries tae and
ee
>
ES Se — eo SS |
ranks of death you'll ANC ese.» him. His fa. - ther’s sword he has @
bring his proud soul TE Gia) CT. ae Le harp he lov'd ne’er ;
—— se ]
gird - ed on, And
[eS SS
his wild harp slung jeyet wards, P olakuive Pe ; him,
spoke a - gain, For he tore its chords ot) aie etSTUD price = der! -And
: na oy eet
a peace ——— ee —=———e = += 2 — =a |
et aad eda oo aE =
** Land of song!’’ said the war - rior bard, ‘ Though all the Ry
said, “No chains shall pul Se= ly. thee, Thou soul of
————— | SS
}b— SST Sones wareer SR rR =A
(a eer Me
world be - LYAV Siete thee, One sword, at least, thy
love and bra - ye- ry! Thy songs were made for the
fn eine A
—— er ere neces tS aes eae ewer ee .
ean/sume o— = = ee se ee ee Peery tee — Ee
- see eg ge
rights shall guard, One faith) wen tol earpiece shall praises... thee !’?
brave and free, They ne’er shall sound... in slave - yale
LET ME WANDER, NOT UNSEEN.

MILTON.
oer
ee eee
Siciliana. 72 —~
— no)
——_! + rad 5 ——_ a
Let me wander, not un-~- seen, By hedge-rowelms, on hil- locks green.
ual aS Laer | Ears SEIS
—— = ee ee ee ees eS
————
There the ploughman, near at hand, Whis- tles o’er
3
the fur - row’d -
land, There theplonghman, near at hand, Whis-tles o’er the fur-row’d land,
dim.
shepherd tells his tale, Un-der the haw-thorn in the dale, And e - ye-ry
oa eS SS
shep - herd tells his tale, Un - der the haw-thorn in the dale.
GEORGE FREDERICK HANDEL, born at Halle, in Saxony, February 23, 1685, died April 14, 1759,in London, {|
and lies buried in Westminster Abbey. His fame has filled the world, and it would be impertinent to eulogize his —
genius. To enumerate his noble works would occupy more space than can here be spared. It will be sufficient to 7
speak of his masterpiece The Messiah, which still commands, and will ever retain the admiration of mankind.
When a mere child, he showed wonderful precocity in music, but it was with great difficulty that his father—an
eminent surgeon—was induced to let the boy study the art he was destined to expand and adorn. After producing |
many operas in Germany, he, in the year 1710, visited England, which became the country of his adoption. After |
producing Italian operas in London during the following 30 years, he commenced the glorious career—as an ||
oratorio composer—which has rendered his name immortal.
}
MY MOTHER BIDS ME BIND MY HAIR.

HAYDN.
Allegretto. ~
aes sia
es SiS SS
eeeee
~ 1. My mo - ther bids me bind my hair, With bands of TO - sy
eee eee =
2. *Tis sad to think the days are gone, When those we love were
(eae
= ——e Sp Zz
hue ; Tie up my sleeves with ri - bands rare, And lace my _ bod - dice
near ; I sit up - on this mos - sy stone, And sigh when none can
'_eSee ae ae ee
Eee, A PE
7 a - “ata 2 et iaianenen escape
(Lae
=
Se Rk Be
car weer
ppl
ee
elite,
blue, Tie up my sleeves with ri - bands rare, And lace, and

hear, af sit up - on this mos - sy stone, And sigh, and
lace my bod = dice blue. For why, she cries, sit

— Sigh when none can hear, And while If spin my
———— fh
ee = /———— >
ee — [es a eee
- ae
ee a EE Seiesases
—————ae ee
still and weep, While o - thers dance and play ? A -

flax - en thread, And sing my sim - ple lay, The
| S25 SSeS See

Se
=
- las!
ene re iscae
I
e== oN
scarce can zo,

ae ae ee
or
LE PR pS
creep, While
ee
ey A a
reseed
Lu -
ez
bin
ee
eee
B=
ee
is
=
@ -
eee
sean
way.
ined
ergy
A -
vil - lage seems a - sleep, or dead, Now Lu - bin is & - way: The
| eee ——— Slee
Fe ie e —— = = eae pea
qe ah
ge
==. oe ae sae =. 2 ae ee ee |
las! I searce can 20, or creep, While | lu’ = bin ‘is a - way. While
vil - lace seems a - sleep, or dead, Now Lu - bin is @ - way Now
is a - way.
CANADIAN BOAT SONG.

Worps AND Music sy THOMAS MOORE.
Faint - ly as tolls the ev’ - ning chime, Our voi - ces keep tune, and our
———— ee
keep time,.... Our voi-ces keep tune, andour
Sa ee
oars keep time. Soon as_ the
oars
a —e — === <2, —__* | —— Sey al Sane a

——-s ——— = Sa Soe 2. 2a0es Stas
woods” on shore look dim, We'll sing at Saint Ann’s our part - ing hymn,
ae SaaS LSA WTS 2REARS Sensor. wasawesme See os

a a a — alee
Row, bro-thers, row! the stream runs fast, The ra - pids are near, and the
4 io
| tN AAS a eh eee sri — Ss ee <a
| day - light’s past !..... The ra - pids are near, and the day - light’s ~ past!
Why should we yet our sails unfurl? Utawa’s tide! this trembling moon
There is not a breath the blue wave to curl. Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
But when the wind blows off the shore, Saint of this green isle! hear our prayers,
Oh, sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Oh, grant us cool heavens and fav’ring airs.
Blow, breezes, blow ! the stream runs fast, Blow, breezes blow! the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near, and the daylight’s past! The rapids are near, and the daylight’s past!

OFS VREST erin, gb A BE.

JOHN WHITAKER,
reUndantina
reee we |
ee He (low slum -
e——— |
ber, my dar - ling, Thy sire is a knight; Thy
2. Oh, rest thee, my dar - ling, The time it shall come, When thy
ees
Cae
a
“ —————
are eaatb tomar
ee ee
—— nr
ee
pate are ce See
mo - ther a la - dy, So love: ken oly and bright! The

sleep shall be bro - ken By trum - pet and drum. Then
(oS — SS 7 ee ee
ere ian ———— coms ee =e
hills ~ and the dales from ‘these tow - ers we see, They 3a
rest thee, my daria *- "ane: Oh, sleep while you may! For ;
=—
Aen 8 LSS | SR SRT TT Le re Dee serena nee ec Se ‘
aaa oo aaerae) et gg) iar gsan Tee oe Sa STS ORNs ;
all shall be - long, my dear Thay SS oe vak to thee, Oh a
war comes with man - hood, As night comes with day. 3 q
22= a
Poe ee ee ee ee
a Ea Aa ae
=a M4
rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep on till day, _ Ob,
ue IE booek 5
—-— =e sapere, pe Saas
SER eee eC SS — ene! =o —% az
rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep while you may!
SGOTS, WHAT HAE SW “WALLAGE GBLED:

Written and adapted to the tune “‘ Hey Tuttie Tuttie.”’
Energico. ROBERT BURNS. _
4 Bie Deeaefy aba Pere ae oesshe sence ar Danas
= ores ay Sees Syne eS Eawarner Fars
@ cee rd = a — a —e Ss
wi’ Wal - lace bled; Scots, wham Bruce has af - ten
led; Wel - come to your £0 Neary) wibed: Or to vic
T———
RS Eo eee ae nlae
=e
ope se ae
eeSe——— |
aw 2 en nae ta een Ine! a p
Now’s the day, and mnows the hour; See the front oO’
bat - tle lour!
et
SSa a a i
See ap - proach proud Ed - ward’s pow’r, Chains and Bla - 2) eye 7.0 Ory!
Wha will be a traitor knave ? By oppression’s woes and pains,

Wha can fill a coward’s grave? By your sons'in servile chains,
Wha sae base as be a slave? We will drain our dearest veins—
Traitor, turn and flee! But they shall be free!
Wha, for Scotland’s king and law, Lay the proud usurpers low,
Freedom’s sword will strongly draw, Tyrants fall in every foe ;
#Hreemen stand, or freemen fa’, Liberty’s in every blow!
Caledonians, on wi’ me! Forward—do or die!
ROBERT BURNS, the greatest of all Scottish poets, born January 25,1759, died July, 1796.
Like Thomas
‘Moore, he brought into prominence and celebrity many of the national melodies of his native |
land,and so admirably —
adapted them to the verses inspired by his genius, that there can be little impropriety in
describing this large class —
of ballads as the ‘¢ Songs of Robert Burns ;” except where the names of the original
composers traced. His can be
““ Scots, wha hae wi’ Wallace bled,” his “A man’s a man for a’ that,’ and many other
manly spirit of independence, but show true musical instinct. To take homely, and oftenpoems, not only breathe a
vulgar songs, and adapt
their melodies to ‘thoughts that breathe, and words that burn,”’ is really a work of creative genius,
and such an
adaptor’s name may fitly be affixed to the melodies which derive their vitality from him. Born
stances, poorly educated, and never attaining a higher social position than that of an exciseman, in humble circum-
Robert Burns left
@ name that ‘ the world will not willingly let die.”
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION,|

THE THORN.
| O'KEEFE. SHIELD:
Ee, Moderato. ss ae ~
ee ee
ae RTOS a, ae DT ROE
EEE {EES TRL rie rs a
! 1. From the white - blos - som’d sloe, my dear Chlo - e re - quest - ed, A
2. Then I showd her the ring, and im - plord her to mar-ry; She
Sea
== 2 *_ #6 — eae ee ee ee eee -o ee
4 sprig, her fair breast to a - dorn. From the white blos - som’dsloe, my dear
| blush’d like the- dawn-ing otf morn. When I show’d her the ring, and im -
wa’ WauINE SALES ih lySs Hees fears
ie ae “S822 SS SS SS ee ee ee
ne
SZ \ ae eens ie oe
ae boar Sa es
2
P| ES Dee NP le TD
‘
Pres pa mest {
Chlo - e re - quest - ed, A sprig, her fair breast to 20) = dorns

} - = plor’d her to mar - ry, She blush’d like the dawn- ing of + morn,
a eee = Nien: Bae et eee ee inal’
i ee ary nan eh ee ee ae ee Sy pee
!
SoNO; by Heav’ns!”’ I ex - claim’d, ‘“‘may I_ per - ish, If e - ver I
|waE s*Yes,- Ill con-sent,’ she re - plied, “if you’llpro- mise,

TE
That no jeal- ous
eal,
=
6 rn aaah,Bae Ra
See
eg
ae ——
a :
= =a eee a icat ree es
cae ere ts ea |
aeseet
ras
= ¥ <e - ee
plant in that bo - som ap thorns") .°°No, by Heay’ns!” I ex -
ri - val shall laugh me TOM SCOLDa
| 2 o. Nl a
pee Feb SB Rear ca Ste een
. Saé SS
ee eee 22°32 a eee ae = a= Set
Eat ‘
i - claim’d,‘‘may I per-ish, If e - ver I piant in that bo - som a thorn!’
WITH) ANY HONEST” OLD FRIEND:

Worvds AND Music sy HENRY CAREY..
| ee = ieee ae, = ae
= ieee ore eum a as San =a
| With an hon - est old friend, and a mer - ry old
|———==———
ee =
tee = sees!
song, And a fiask of old port, let me sit the night long;
| they must swig por - ter, while I can drink wine.
I envy no mortal, though ever so great ; Then love to be generous, dauntless, and gay!
Nor scorn I a wretch for his lowly estate. Let’s merrily pass life’s remainder away.
But what I abhor, and esteem as a curse, Upheld by our friends, we our foes may despise ;:
Is poorness of spirit,—not poorness of purse. For the more we are envied, the higher we rise.
. HENRY CAREY, supposed to have been born about the year 1670, was for many years a popular writer of
to reform the.
isongs, cantatas, and works for the lyric stage. His burlesque tragedy, Chrononhotonthologos, helped
Lampe, was so
tdramas of his time, and his burlesque opera, The Dragon of Wantley, with music partly composed by the words
} happy in its satire of the Italian opera, that it ran for 67 nights. To Carey some writers have attributed
land music of our National Anthem. There can be no doubt that he was writer and composer of ‘‘Sally in our
lalley,’’ and other ballads, in which simple ideas, naturally expressed, are associated with original and agreeable
whom—his.
lmelodies. He died by his own hand, October 4, 1743, leaving destitute a wife and four children, one of
}daughter Anne—became the mother of Edmund Kean,
LA DONNA E MOBILE.
ENGLISH VERSION BY T. H. RHYNOLDSON. VERDI.
Allegretto con brio. == leggiero. cres.
Pars S eas = ae
y: SA Lee sa 2
sae @RE Z See
—g- ge
S- ees onan = a as
Oe— ‘
3 e =e S
Wo-man’s in - con-‘stan- cy makes poor man trem --ble! Born to de -
La don- nae mo - bi - le qual =piu - meal ven = to mu- t@ dac -
Sa :
=__-|—_+_# :___# —|
- light us, but bred to dis - sem - ble! While seem - ing ami - a - ble,
- CEN Sp BLO Vee pape e at pen - sie - 70. Sem-preun @ - ma - bt - le
Se
a,
= e <a: Bi
and on us smil - ing; With false pre .- ten = ces, our hearts be
leg - gia - dro Ova im, (SOs in pianto on CEH oe NESOL é men = 20. =
cal a
(23.
= ee ee ee
a = ae a Pa Te Sec. ese a Sse q wESE r,
- guil - ing! Yet some are an - gels to whom seems giv - en

- gne = fo, La don - nae mo - bil qual piu - meal ven = 10,
of leggiero.
nayCArcannnEnECEaanD eam —_ 3 ———- —. -———
= 8 a
=e
es es
| 2° ee
te ==
]___—
==
-—| _——— eee
=
eek a RCS a eee ———— ea
Souls pure and per - fect! Love.... sent from Heay’n!
mu - ta Die ym cen a ato Cet adi pen - ster
asa ee ee eee
ae CTS ee en ee con forza,
ee = SSS pea aru ees oa

ee teks eeef ee
ee
ree = pees vaReweN 2
Lovesong. irom « PPleny nt” VRY Gai onsen. Meee: saeghecgees

ge.05-050 Love’ sent from Heayn! ~~
e di pen - ster C.etivees
tease tebiccews cause se n sy unisieseebtne é di Ce SCI.
Whene’er to misery her false wiles doom us! BE sempre misero chi a lei s’afida, y
For ever hopelessly she doth entomb us! Chi le confida mal cauto il core !
Vainly man struggleth, while he the sting beareth! | Pur mai non sentesi felice appieno j
For death he prayeth; of life despaireth ! Chi. su quel seno, non libra amore ;
Yet some are angels to whom seems given La donna é mobil qual piume al vento,
Souls pure and perfect, love sent from Heay’n! Muta @accento e di pensier, 5
Love sent from Heay’n! yes, love sent from Heav’n! | E di pensier, e di pensier,
I ATTEMPT FROM LOVE’S SICKNESS TO FLY.

DRYDEN. PURCELL.
eee oe eee
t Andante. ae as
Sree
om
Ss
; j
I at-tempt from lLove’s sickness to RY caer ees oa eee in vain; Since
FINE. |
I am my- self my own fe-ver,Since I am my- self my own fe - ver and pain.
Get a ——— E SS |
No more now, 10 more now, fond heart, with pride no more. swell! Thou
_ft —
eee
cama Saleen
:
1
=e
a
a a |___ "Waar. yp OO - a
canst not raise for - ces, Thou canst not raise for-ces e - nough to re - bel!
SS For love has more pow’r and less mer - cy than

See
Fate, To make us _ seek
|
D.C.
eee Canes Wee a omen ae ar penne Seppe” eaenect t
—Pe sre —F= ped ere ae
ru - in, 0) make ‘us seek Ti jawan, And love those that hate.
MY HEART WITH LOVE IS BEATING.

SHIELD.
—y—__—
ee —y
ETS am. ‘nia Ses a’
eS
a
eee Baa
is beat - ing, Trans - port - ed by your

a 1. My heart with love
deeds my =
heart “ CO! * VVer, Could val - our gain those
2. Could
==
eee
we
a
ae fel ——$_——— he
a 5 ner
AG.) lass. there so n0 re - treat -ing; In vain a cap - tive
eyes.
prove uy - self a lov - er, A =. gainsh) @ world in
charms, Td
————
flies. Then why such an - ger cher - ish? Why turn thine eyes a -
Proud fair, thus low be .= -fore © thee, A pro - strate war - rior
arms.
es Ee pe
>
awe
way?
=== For
Soo
CTR EE ealaEE 0 ATE
if
RON ER
you bid
a me
SS per - ish,
oe
a eatrata, Rie eae
foe ee
(A
|
Oat see a
Seaitea Less I must Oo -

Whose love, de - light, and glo - ry, Are cen - tred all in
view,
e ~_~ a
= na ee Sao |
= | + bey. For if you,’ bid) <me per - ish, Ay se las; I must 0 - bey.
Whose love, de - light, and glo - ry, Are cen = tred all in you!
you!
ON YONDER ROCK RECLINING.

ROPHINO LACT. AUBER.
=ee —- : eueanar esSas

oe noel ar Seercmee reales —2Sees aSs a|
(SS
der rock re - clin - ing, That fierce and swar - thy form behold!
1.0n yon - com-bined,
his foes way - lay - ing, He fights with rage and hate
2. Al- though,
ci samy
tS Sa ome
car - bine hold; ‘Tis his best friend of old. This
Fast his hands his
they find, He’s e- ver mild and kind. The —
Tow’rds the gen - tle fair,
Ee . ———.
fin <b XObin: c. Shakey, | abe)

rd
scar
—
- let plume
= o’er «+
7
shades his brow,

way his steps daugh -ter know,)
heed = less stray - ing, (For one, we Pie - tro’s
maid too
oe —e—
ae measa
i Saat
cloak hangs low, Play -ing in grace - fal flow.
And his vel - vet so?
sad and slow; What can have made her _
Home re - turns, full
while the storm is beat - ing, A -

Trem - blenee ct. E’en
Each one the maid - en meet - ing, Ts
Trem - Weteye =
=SS SS SS SS ES SS]
————_
(Owe
CHO, res. = peat - ing,2 ane ’ ae ek

=), fates e Neate... ing, S “oD VOU = Loe Dia - vo - lo!
to be re 4 peat -
sure F FINE.
ae SS ee
Sas eee
; Dia -vo- lo! Dia - vo - lo! Dia - vo - lo!”
Dia -vo - lo!
ESPRIT), born January 29, 1784, at Caen, died at Paris, May 13, 1871. At the
AUBER (DANIEL FRANCOIS
Became a merchant’s clerk in London. Returned to Paris, 1804.
age of 11, composed songs which became popular. on with
Studied under Cherubini, His first opera, Le Séjour Militaire (Paris, 1811), unsuccessful, In collaborati
), Fra Diavolo, Le Cheval
Scribe, produced his successful opera, Le Magon (1825), followed by La Muette (Masaniello
which retain universal popularity. |
de Bronze, Le Domino Noir, Les Diamants de la Couronne, and many other works
He possessed a wonderful gift of melody, and his orchestration has seldom been excelled.
Is,
A MAN’S A MAN FOR A’ THAT.

ae
Toderato. BURNS.
2 SeCi ae Raat rls Mekhi NEi Pagel
Sete Ome, en Seen.
er ee ee eae———
ee ae ee er en cement ama eee ——e
TR ge} there for hon-est po - ver - ty, That hangs his head, and a’ that; The
2. What though on hame-ly fare we dine, Wear hod - din gray, anda’ that; Gie
eae : thie i ee A ns Nt a
esa wena 4 Pe ee= PC
pum Fst ye: | =
— ee ee SS Se
4.
2
|
cow - ard slave, we pass him by, And dare be poor, for a
>
that !
fools. their silks, and knaves their Wine, <A man’s a@ man _ for a” that !
Pen pe
cue e ieee ices CA
(on SS »_deeteees SRNR fees SS
——_— 2 ea a| Be eee ae a
—
Po eee
For a. that, and a” that, Our toils oh- secure, and a” that; The
For a” that, and a’ that, Their tin - sel show, and a” that; The
poe se Jee lee Senet eet SAE pul Eee
ce eee
seco Seer —— 2 —- asea
[
emaaen mere
o Bus
en”
ese? Tosa Oe eee
rank is but the guin- ea’s stamp; The man’s the gowd,* for
hon - est
a” that !
man, though e’er sae poor, Is king © men for a’ that!
Ye see yon birkie,t ca’d a lord, A king can mak a belted knight,
Wha struts, and stares, and a’ that: A marquis, duke, and a’ that;
Though hundreds worship at his word, An honest man’s aboon his might,—
He’s but a cooft for a’ that ; Gude faith, he mauna fa’ that.
For a’ that, and a’ that, For a’ that, and a’ that,
His riband, star, and a’ that; Their dignities, and a’ that,
The man of independent mind, The pith of sense, and pride o’ worth,
Can look and laugh at a’ that! Are higher rank than a’ that!
Then let us pray, that come it may,

As come it shall for a’ that—
That sense and worth, o’er a’ the earth,
May bear the gree,§ and a’ that.
For a’ that, and a’ that,
It’s comin’ yet for a’ that,
That man to man, the warld o’er,
Shall brothers be for a’ that!
*Gold. + Young fellow. t Fool. § Supremacy.
ISLE OF BEAUTY.
HAYNES BAYLY.
Andante. ‘ C. 8. WHITMORE.
ss tae
Shades
SSS
of ev’-ning! close not o’er us; Leave
~~
SS See SEs
our lone - ly barque a - while!
Morn, a - las, will on ot re - store us Yon - der dim aud dis - tant isle.
Still my fan - cy can dis - cover Sun - ny spots wherefriends may dwell ; ?
a Dark - er
ee ee
sha-dows round us
|| SS oa WR
Sa PA
ho - ver, “isle of 7 Beau = ty, fare thee well!
*Tis the hour when happy faces

Smile around the taper’s light; When the waves are round me breaking,
Who will fill our vacant places? As I pace the deck alone,
Who will sing our songs to night ? And my eye is vainly seeking
Through the mist that floats above ug Some green leaf to rest upon ;
When on that dear land I ponder,
Faintly sounds the vesper-bell,
Like a voice from those who love us, Where my old companions dwell,
Breathing fondly, fare thee well!
Absence makes the heart grow fonder—
Isle of Beauty, fare thee well.
BEST COMPOSERS. 41
BEST MELODIES OF THE
FAREWELL, MY TRIM-BUILT WHERRY.

DIBDIN.
Andante. !
Se a maa PEST SAN, SUE. an ee
> ———— |
=
2 saree PE
Ray (aaa a
a eee |
ee
2S
See one eae
ag o— — |
wher -ry; Oars, and _ coat, and badge, fare -
1. Then, fare - well, my trim - built Il
a stran - ger, In the bat - tle’s heat
2. But, to hope and peace
yeaah Al ate an
==
yi
eeaeee
oe
a ee
ww
SSS =< i — on eta a pe es see

os Shall your
Ne - ver more at Chel - sea Fer - ry;
- well!......... dan - ger, Some friend - ly
Ogee csccaes Where, ex - posd to ev - ry
eer wae urea oe ee

———s ee = remsees es
=|=)-— -1 -—_ aa|
e o> a ; |
2)es?
acy { aeet
o
ie
Then, fara -\). well, my trim - built

Thom - as take a spell! - ward
_ hen, may - hap, when home
ball may lay me low!
badge, fare - well!......... Ne - ver

wher - ry; Oars, and. coat, and
mess - mates COME eee E - ven
steer - ing, With the news my
7S
>—_s2=-— 8
——
SS eS ——i
a
a
SS =
ee
SS a —
Sapaemere SSI
SS Be
Shall your Thom - as take a
more at Chel - sea ite, WS Gees
- ing, With a sigh,...... may cry, * Poor
you, my sto - ry hear
ee = ae, eee
2 @ 2 a eae = ——|—
2 = ec — = ied ae — —— 3 — —
b——_ —A = — =
ROLDAN
Thom - as take a - spell!
a Ra pecooesneer
one.o Shall your Tom!’
a Bio sarerees may cry, ** Poor
Dom lmereeeemecsceracen With
FAINT AND WEARILY. Dr. ARNOLD.

Sears ee ————
a — e ae
tra - vel - ler Plods reba
and wear-i - ly, the way - worn
1. Faint
has passd a - Way, ’"Twould be
50 mel - an - cho - ly, day
2. Though
ee ee
ee
oe ah, Bae
=
Sas
$$}
eae gg
$$$ ary ———§
ae as cat Cesena. Welat
ly,
== a
2
to stop ; Wan - ding drear - i -

- cheer -i - ly, PLAT CH jol - ly, he the
on it more ; Blithe and
fol - ly to think
é~
ae z= naee
=
> Dae =
Ss eee —*—e—
— = Ss?
# = -—}——
or ==
ee ee
maz -estowrdsthe mountain’s top.
un - va - vel -»ler Of the
sad
he’s sit-ting at the goat - herd’s door.
can holds ENG ar by, As
ee ee
Selene” i aeae
ee
DATE
=
eee ee ies wire sh
SITS) AA Ae a
See pe peas saadeast Somme ietediel eS
ed
=a Soe cae Py
steer - ing; Cot - ta - ges ap -
Doubt - ing, fear - ing, while his course he’s by
past la- bours laugh - ing; Bet - ter far
Hat - ing, quaff - ing, at
—o ee Ae GT ae Sa
Oke
==
eee eae oe | os
ee
Oh, how brisk - ly then the
as he’s nigh to StODi...-
- pear - ing, - LOTE.....50 Oh, how mer -ry then the
halt tin _ spi-rits than be
pa RT —__——-
—= — SS = S —|
oe __. SS OO
SEES 2
= . :
—__ top!
Threads the maz - es tow’rdsthe moun - tain’s
way - worn tra - vel - ler goat - herd’s door!
Secms whie sit- ting at the
rest - ed tra - vel - ler
1740. Was educated in the Chapel Royal. | Made rapid

Dr. (SAMUEL) ARNOLD, born in London, August 10, Mill, at Covent Garden. In the following thirty-six
In 1765, produced The Maid of the
progress in composition. The Castle of Andalusi a, Inkle and Yarico, &c. Also wrote
including
4 Cale produced forty-three musical pieces, Mus. Doc., Oxon., 1773. In 1783, became organist and composer
The Prodigal Son, and other oratorios. Was made of Westmin ster Abbey, where he lies buried. Died
Hie ep a al. In 1789, succeeded Dr. Cooke as organist
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION. J
OH, WERT THOU IN’ THE CAULD BLAST,

ROBERT BURNS.
———
Andante. cies.
ee
ae ih ll aa on”
_ MENDELSSOHN,
<a
—~ SS ce asSe ee
SS aan eS
ee a ——— —
Oh, wert thou in the cauld blast,
Or On yon = der lea, On yon - der leas
were 1 °"an “they | iwild Lest waste, Sae My
black andbare, Sae black and bare, The
°°)ASSESSPSST WOR
“tt
SEN
pau ast
. in
4)
SSS =
LS ens
plai.- die to the
———
|
an- gry AIT eee Td shel - ter
eeee ee
des - ert were thee, I'd shel - ter thee,
e ee
a Pave ra. «dise,.t..., Tf thou wertthere, If
e =
thou wert there!
e Or did mis -for-tune’s bit - ter storms

|
Or were A - round theeblaw, A - round thee blaw,
I mon-arch of the globe, Wi’? thee to reign, Wi’. thee to reign;
——_S——-)— 2
<a 5oar Sea aa a= == S$
—_ | o>? ——
Ee — +.
————
Thy shield should be my bo - som
The bright -est To -share it a’, To tshare
jew - el in mycrown “Stir a2
Wad be my queen, Wad be my queen!
MERMAID’S SONG.
Allegretto,
(aS1. Now the dane - ing

%
sun - beams play On
SS a
SS Neer
the green and gras - sy
(a
2. Come, be - hold what
SS
trea - sures lie,
a
Far be - low
Se eee
the roll - ing
sea, Come, and I will lead the way, Where ‘the yearmei ©
Waves ; Rich we emnes hid from hu - ly
man eye, Dim - ly shine, 3..0..50¢ in
—— oe
oS ee SS
—t ST =— en
prema SSS ky
trea - sures be, Come, and
Oo - I will lead the way, Where
ee ee
cean’s caves. Ebb -ing the
tides bear no de -° lay, Storm - y
pear .- ly trea - sures be, Where the ‘pear - ly trea - sures

winds..... are LATIN aes a - way, be, Where the
Ebb - ing tides bear no dey - (lay, Stor - my
pear - ly trea - sures be...2

winds are far Qo j=) ways) Come with me and we will g0,
TES ed tis E80 5Gem ey a poser
= ieee = ee eee oeceeoem emia aebree rer
ee
Se
——_—_—_|_~___* ee
is$—— —————e sl eee
Where the
rocks of cor - al. “grow, of
Tera cor - al grow; Fol-lo w, | fol - low, follow
paca ee na ie Bert LAL Gras dlsiny ss pila an
es cate Siveee —iee — a.
AROIEIS ETS SS mE 2 Ce
= am ce ee oe =
me, fol - low, fol - low, fol - low ' me. Come with me a nd we i will
a a —\——
== SS MarSew BT fT
— =
go, Where the rocks of cor - al grow,
—
Where the rocks of cor 4 al
_—— grow; Fol - low,

= eS
fol - low, fol - low me, Fol - low, fol - low, fol - low me.
comic opera, The Lame Devil. In 1760, became Directo

thirty years composed most of his 118 symphonies, r of Music to Prince Hsterhazy, and during the
succeeding
the ‘‘ father” of the symphony, and of the striag 83 quartettes, 19 operas, 15 masses, and other works, He was
quartett. On the death of Prince Ksterhazy (1790),
visited London, and the result was the production of
sanzonets, &c. Died at Vienna, May 26, 1809. The Creation and The Seasons, besides 12 symphonies, Haydn
several
BEST COMPOSERS. 43
BEST MELODIES OF THE
MEETING OF THE WATERS,

THE Arrangep sy THOMAS MOORE.
Grazioso.
— SCA AE ETAT A ET
ar ase 2
PS aamtat hoattnas
- ley so sweet, As that
the wide world a val
1. There is not in the scene, Her
that Na - ture had shed oer
2. Yet it was not
s aia
=a SeOh, ——— last. rays of
pright wa - ters meet; the
vale in whose bosom the not the soft
and bright - est Olen greens "Twas
pur - est of crystal,
a5 = Baer ors=|
eae porn pce ao 4
ny
== renee” mals a Soon ilies
the bloom of that val-ley shall
and life must depart, Ere more
feel - ing Oh, no! it was some-thing
ma - gic of stream-let or hill,
ee: =
SSS=
abs
a
SSS SSS
SSE i a : =o
I ————————— fade from my heart ! V/
bloom of that val-ley ~ shall
fade from my heart, Ere the more ex - qui- site still! “ ‘
Ob, no! is was some-thing
ex - gui- site still,
were near,
’Twas that friends, the belov’d of my bosom, more dear ;
every dear scene of encha ntmen t
Who made improve,
And who felt how the best charms of Nature
see them reflect ed from looks that we love.
When we
Sweet Vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest
In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best,
should cease,
Where the storms that we feel in this cold world
hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
And our
THE BLACKBIRD. HOOK.

UPTON.
j
Andantino.
sweet, A love - ly maid - en

on go bamkog! of dai - sies
"Twas
a os ae es ——
aos — ca >=
at her feet, While she in: sor ‘--TOw
sich’d;- . The lit - tle lambs play’d
can he stray??? When thus a black - bird

cried, ‘‘ Where is my love? Where
2
———{—_———
lage a
————=—
— —_
sweet, sweet,
e
air with mu - sic rang. ‘* Sweet
sweet, sweet, sweet, he will not stay!’ The
ale TaN ~ ee
tr +I —
fo: .. -
a —-—
a oe ae
eee et eam) sere EES —
ep
air with mu - sic rang.
sweet, sweet, sweet, he will not stay!’? The
\ ‘* Sing on,’’ she cried, *‘ thou charming bird,

Ah, mock me not, bold bird,”’ she said,
** And why, pray, tarry here? | Those dulcet notes repeat ;
Dost thou bemoan some youngling fled, No music e’er like thine was heard,
So truly sweet, sweet, sweet ! ;
Or hast thou lost thy dear? Oh, that my love were here to-day |’
Dost thou lament his absence? Say.” :
Again the blackbird sang, s x
Again the blackbird sang, j “Sweet, sweet, sweet, ke comes this way!
“Sweet, sweet, sweet, he will not tay '”’ ; Twas thus the music rang-
The air with music rang.
TO THE VI-
NEFEAST.
FITZBALL, ae ROOKE,
song sg Sen Ecos
cera eee Se
Giz: — SE SS ee
To the vine-feast, the vine- feast, come, come, preb- ty maids, The vyales of th e
i ene
SS
eek cis ha hi A
SS SS SS SSS SS
aM Tell eS
Ty-rol are stripp’d of the ber-ry;The green of the leaf in the au-tumnsun fades, So
ee ——y»
a ee
f eee
aSamer < 3 ee
a es Sai ee
come to ada
the vine-feast,come, come, PLeb Ly semMalds, eebra, 71s) sel eee ce tra lal
G22 SSS
aN aN ys a
eS
a SSeS 8 Es oe zB — ere a
a SS > —_—— iii ga aeee eee a a init ; ———_———— —» i
Ler eas eek NE to the vine-feast, to the vine-feast, come, come, pret-ty maids, tra lal
eo Beesee ee
sia nee SSSes ee
OO = Saaremaa
oe ee
Sere eo
eee eee ae eee:
ccm ans ses ee ee ee —e— —-
5
eS
—- =e
cients a, tralal la lala lala la la, to the vine-feast, to the vine-feast, come, come, pretty
Se cata FINE.
Ss Rarlta caee Z Sey Poe Bis y Peseta
se ——e—_.6-# aes
eee = Se
cast Names
Sei emjEge
Was meee —o—= ffs
o—_|—e— =|ss
maids, come, come,come to the vine- feast, come, come,come to the vine-feast, come, come,
r
SS ee
Ef res) ear: QUTa SSS mew Wee 7 ere Rul a @
aie : wis
Leave the sheep in the fold, leave the kye in the field, E’en the milk- ing pail
ea caren pest are ea)aoe ree pep
Deere] Sa Seat gg ela es aoe gvcag a Or =|
e r oe
Oz oa oa di ee
= == ree
Soa — ee Ae MY SER Soma eee oo Sans Oa aig ee oe ——
now to the vine-feast must yield, For mer-ry, mer-ry, aye mer-ry, the grapes pur - ple
ber-ry, Andspright-ly, yes, spright-ly each foot dan-ces light-ly, And spright-ly, yes,
f= eSSe
spright-ly each foot dan - ces light
-ly, Ere the au-tumn sun fades, ere the au-tumn sun
eee
e eee fades, come
e
ee e
a- way, pret - ty maids, ere the an-tumn sun fades, come a - way, come
Se
a -
- way, pret-ty
SS
maids, come, come, come a - Way, come
Se a - way, come
a
PER eS
@ - Way,....... come, pret- ty
RPT aeaNTM aa ——— »-3—-—
AL SEGNO.
Bi CAAT NTI 1 Se ar
Sa en epee
ees ee ey Dees
neers = ©
(ee ee ea ee
aaeeee esas =|
= foe
maids, come, come, come a - way, come, come @ - way, come a - way, come a - way.......
ROOKE, whose real name was WILLIAM 0’ ROURKE, was born

in Ireland, near the end of the last, and
died about the middle of the present century. Like his gifted fellow-co
endowed with the gift of melody, and excelied them both in knowledge untrymen, Wallace and Balfe, he was largely
of harmony and orchestration. He was the
first instructor of Balfe, who was placed under him at the early age of seven,
(who had adopted the name of Rooke,) left for London. and studied with him until 0’ Rourke
During the three years previous, Balfe made wonderful
progress under Rooke, and not only played violin concertos in public,
and orchestrated several but composed
compositions. In 1837, Rooke’s opera Amilie, or The Love Test, was produced
success, and ran for a long time. The chief tenor part_was sung by Rooke’s at Covent Garden with wonderful
contains amongst other charming melodies, ‘‘ To the Vine-Feast,’’ “‘ My Boyhood’s pupil, W. Harrison. The opera
The orchestration was superb, but the score has since been lost. Rooke also
Home,” ‘* Under the Tree,”’ &e.
wrote Matilda of Hungary, Henrigue,
and other works of high merit, which were unfortunately associated with
mediocre libretti,
OF Tia BEST COMPOSERS. 45
BEST MELODIES
THE TRUMPET SHALL SOUND ON THE TOWER.

M. W. BALFE.
| &, FITZBALL.
: Allegro. a _———————_-- --——_-—_
a
ee ————(———— —
>
=p
wea See
$$
i
—~ aa
2) -
|
| eo eee 7 —————————
pet shallsound on tbs ie - er, ape the vil - lage dance
The rum -
8
==
a- gain in the bow-er, And li-ber-ty’s smile be
| move o’er the green, The flute breathe
= SS eS == -
SSeS maid, Heay’n’s in her eye, From

- ga - ted
;
the de - le
=
7 seen. Yes, light-n 3
ing
—— =. SN e
die. Yes, the Trum - pet shallsou on the

| France shallchas foe, Or _ for pk coun-try nd
SS
ethe din nasi GENTS
t
ee eee eg
aeen ie green, The flute breathe a-
tow - er, The vil - ae Pe move
— ee —
Ca—seie t
n s ee
li - ber-ty’s Aisne bteer seen, i- a i-ty" $s smile,
Oe ae fa et a He toeeS
seus nares =n eer 2 = a
[piers Smee eR ieee Paar Sa :
be seen, be seen.
WAFT HER, ANGELS.

HANDEL.
f pS
Andante lar as
[emeeett a ees
= :
Waft her, an - gels,through the
Watt her, an - gels,through the skies,
= aes ee Ea
—______#2-—__—_. —__ -—______——__-— oe ss ee |
cay
—#—_—__
“ss oe ag, a
a ena NIE eae
aa e———— ork AT
ae a
zure plain, Far a-bove yon a-= zure_ plain;
skies, Far a-bove yon a-
ee —_——“e—s- ee
Se
ee ee
-ae aoe ee
eee —_— SS _—_ =
aeons _ ee
her through the skies, Far a -
Waft her hie te the ce Waft
An - gels, FINE.
oe ee oe
=>
a neces eS 8
=
a weer ee asi
re =— Ss SSS
Har oa. boveie yO, .deo =) (ame ZLe plain.
a - zure PAU weer. -cesemme reels «
SS
- bove yon
jae Glo-rious there, likeyou, to rise, There,like you, for e - ver reign, Glo-riousthere, like you, to
for~:e - ver TeIgN, »107 Ee. > rer

There, like you,
=o =a you, for e -a
Ee EN oe drdiehvionona thes Suslenth waa ate' sie sbnbeoassiees ayer cee There, like
AT ESD oer —— = =—3f

ae, SS SAAS Li. I
A
———-
- gels, through the skies
Watt her, an
egies tte Ay) POR en
JOHN DIcKS’ EDITION |
46 BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS
LOVE «IN. HERTMEYES? SITS PLAYING

. HANDEL.
Larghetito,
Z TALES meee ska? jae!
Sere peer =
aa
|
Love in her eyes sits play - ing, And sheds de - li - cious death; Love....,,
in
—
wher lips ais stray - ing, And warb-ling in her breath, Love
.
in
5
her
.
lips
ae ee ee ee ee
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EnGLisu VERSIoN By T. H. REYNOLDSON. DONIZETTI
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= .Her face untrue, every month it is new ! B azwrro il ciel, la luna é senza vel
}:. And night by night her pale, cold, borrow’d light, Tutt’ & languor pace, mistero, amor
: Doth ebb and flow, as the weeks come and go! Ben mio perché ancor non vient a me?
+ But my love varieth not, ’tis fixed for ever, Tl tuo fedel si strugge di desir:
|, ’Tis like the radiant sun, it changes never! Nina crudel Nina crudet
|, Then, dearest, why, still dost thou not reply ? Tl tuo fedel si strugge di desir
- Ah, dearest, why, why dost thou not reply ? Nina crudel mi vuoi veder morir !
Poi quando sard morto pianger ai,
While thou art absent, drear all is to me!
My love, and light, and life, thou dost bear with thee ! Ma richiamarmé in vita no, non potrat,
the most successful of writers
GAETANO DONIZETTI, born 1798, at Bergamo, where he died, 1848, was onehisoffirst opera in 1818, but made no
Educated as a musician at Naples, he produced
for the Italian lyric stage.
followed by his Elisir d’ Amore, Lucia
striking success until 1830, when his Anna Bolena was produced. This was He wrote sixty-three operas, including,
di Lammermoor, La Favorita, and Lucrezia Borgia, all within four years...
Maria di Rohan, Don Pasquale, and other
besides those above named, Lindadi Chamounix, La Figlia del Reggiinento, y of his mode of living, and he was
works which still retain popularity. His death was hastened by the irregularit
prematurely aged when he died at the comparatively early age of fifty.
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Nay, my whole fortune to expend, And not to run you more in debt
To see you fashionably deck’d, Than you in reason can expect,
I don’t object; I don’t object ;
But, to your seeking to make me But, that a husband should presume
One of those husbands whom we see The tyrant ever to assume,
Forming su numerous a sect, And dare to lecture and correct,
I do object! I do object !
Oh, yes, to that I do object! Oh, yes, to that I do object!
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THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER.

ADAPTED BY MOORE.
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last rose of sum - mer, Left bloom - ing tite
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love - ly com - pan - ions Are fa - ded and

lone! All her
No flow’r of kin - dred, No rose - bud is

gone.
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To reflect back her blush - ¢s, Or give sigh for sigh.
satifel, feeoone
T’ll not leave thee, thou lone one! So soon may I follow,
Yo pine on the stem ; When friendships decay ;
Since the lovely are sleeping, And from Love’s shining circle,
Go sleep thou with them. The gems drop away.
Thus kindly I scatter When true hearts le wither’d,
Thy leaves o’er the bed, And fond ones are flown ;
Where thy mates of the garden Oh, who would inhabit
Lie scentless and dead. his bleak world alone ?
THE MISCHIEVOUS BEE.

Dr. HARINGTON.
es A=
Allegretto.
day had stray’d to a bow’r, Whilst breathing the sweets that ex -

Cu - pid one
at Sa s ; = —
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ae - mu - sing himself with the schemes of his art, A

- hal’d from each flow’r,
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pain he then felt, To his mother soon ran,
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On the mis - chiey - ous bee who has made me thus smart!”
made me thus smart!
His mother then smilingly thus to him said, “Take warning, dear Cupid, and from it improve ;
<‘ Remember, sly Cupid, the tricks you have played ; | Revenge from you now would be meanness, my love,
How oft in a frolic you’ve wounded a heart; And when you again would wound with your dart,
And the bee’s done no more, in making you smart.” Remember the bee, how he made you to smart.”’
Then he violently raved, and pettishly cried, This lesson of love to the sexes declares,
<‘The wound I most feel is the wound of my pride, How blindly they fall into young Cupid's snares ;
That I, who have reigned the sole god of the heart, For the rose, though ’tis lovely, can wound like a dart,
By a mischievous bee should be made thus to smart!” | And a bee from a myrtle make fair ones to smart.
studying medicine at
HENRY M.D., was born in 1727, at Kelston, and while subsequently
HARINGTON,
Oxford, devoted much time to the study of music, of which art he was passionnaately fond. He
Queen’s College,
at Oxford, by Dr. W. Hayes, one condition of member-
became a member of the amateur musical society established he commenced practice as a physician at Bath,
to play and sing at sight. On leaving college,
ship being the ability of harmony was considerable, and both his songs and.
and founded the Bath Harmonic Society. His knowledg e
ic exhibit technical ability, combined with facility of invention , and a natural grace. In 1797, he
yocal part-mus Passion Week. He died January 15,
vocal chamber music, and in 1900, a sacred dirge for
published a volume of his
1816, and was buried in Bath Abbey.
D
50 BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST C'/MPOSERS.
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MY BOYHOOD’S HOME.
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OFT IN: THE STILLY NIGHT,

¥ MOORE. ARRANGED BY SIR JOHN STEVENSON.
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2. When me,
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feel. The
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eyes that shone, now dimm’d and gone, The cheer - ful hearts, now bro. - ken!
lights are fled, whose gar - lands dead, And all but he de | ‘=' (partie-iie eds
Thus in the stil -. ly nicht, Ere slum - ber’s chain hath bound me,
Sad mem’ - ry brings the light Of o - ther days a - round me.

JOHN DICKS’ EDITION.| Xx
BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. 5}
AWAY WITH MELANCHOLY,

MOZART.
Allegro con Spirito.
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SS A - way with me--lan - cho- ly, ~ Nor dole - ful chang
- es ring On
life, and human fol = ty; “But ~ mer-ri-ly, mer-ri- ly sing Fal la!
wna ee ee
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on, ye TOR =a SY hours, Gay smil-ing mo-ments bring, We'll
what’s the use of sighing, While time is on the wing ? Can
strew the path with flow - ers, And mer-ri- ly, mer-ri - ly sing Fal la!
we pre - vent his fly - ing? Then mer-ri- ly, mer-ri- ly ping Bale stad
THE STANDING TOAST.

WorRps AND Music py ©. DIBDIN.
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Se Soo Acad es SMR ieee RAO ER 2S SS
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tars pass’d the word for the tip-ple, And the toast,— for *twas Sat - ur - day
night. Some sweet - heart or wife, that he lov’d ass hhis_—s life, Each
he could hail her ; stand - ing toast, . that
Ace aero ea a See ATER

= ee Eames ee
wind that blows, the ship that
goes, And the lass that loves a Sar hime 1OLN* |
Some drank the King and his brave ships, Some drank our Queen and some our land—
And some the Constitution ; Our glorious land of Freedom ;
Some—May our foes, and all such rips, Some—That our tars might never stand
Own English resolution ; For heroes brave to lead ’em!
That fate might bless some Poll or Bess, That. beauty in distress might find
And that they soon might hail her ; Such friends as ne’er would fail her ;
But the standing toast, &c. But the standing toast, &.
CHARLES DIBDIN, born at Southampton, March 15, 1745, died in London, July 25, 1814, was one of the mest
gifted and fertile of English lyrists, and is said to have produced over one thousand three-hundred songs, written.
and composed by himself. He began his musical career as a chorister at Winchester Cathedral, where he learned
the rudiments of composition, and picked up musical knowledge from the works of Rameau, Corelli, and others.
At the age of fifteen he came to London as an assistant at a music warehonse, but was soon afterwards engaged at
Covent Garden as a singing actor. In 1768, his opera The Padlock was produced; in 1774, The Waterman; in
1775, The Quaker, For many years he was engaged in the production of musical pieces on the London stage, and it
was not until 1789, that he commenced the series of monologue entertainments, at which the bulk of his songs
first came before the public. His manly sea-songs did much to keep alive the spirit of our sailors, and in 1803, he
was granted a pension of £200. The government that came into power three years later withdrew this modest
| allowance, on the ground of “ public economy,” but continued to pay large pensions to the illegitimate offspring
of royalty! Dibdin was saved from starvation by the interposition of friends, but died in reduced circumstances; 4
splendid benefactor to an ungrateful country.
52 BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS,
RICH AND RARE WERE THE ‘GEMS.

WRiTTEN AND ARRANGED BY THOMAS MOORR.
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this bleak way? Are EK - rin’s sons so good or so cold, As
ae [aio SaasSeon
Se BSE — — eee
a rea DT AN TE Sip ACs racer rare
spark - ling gems or snow - white wand, But oh, her beau - ty was
not to be tempt-ed by woman or gold? Are EH - rin’s sons so
ae TS
he re rae
far be - yond Her spark - ling gems or snow - white wand!
good or so cold, As not to be tempt-ed by woman or gold ?”’
** Sir Knight ! I feel not the least alarm, On she went, and her maiden smile
No son of Erin will offer me harm :— In safety lighted her round the Green Isle;
For though they love woman, and golden store, And blest for ever is she who relied
Sir Knight! they love honour and virtue more !” Upon Erin’s honour and Erin’s pride.
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deep nine.’
tu the pi. - lot cheer - 7 sang, “ By the mark— seven.’
And as the much-loved shore we near, Now to her berth the ship draws nigh;
With transport we behold the roof We shorten sail,—she feels the tide;
Where dwelt a friend or partner dear, “* Stand clear the cable, ” is the cry,—
Of faith and love a matchless proof ; The anchor’s gone,—we safely ride.
The lead once more the seaman flang, The watch is set, and through the night
And to the watchful pilot sang, We hear the seaman with deli ght
“ Quarter less—five.” Proclaim—‘‘ ‘All's well.”
BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. £3
MY SISTER DEAR.
JAS. KENNEY. AUBER.
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2, And now, Secon 1s i weep an done: By thee, my youth’s best
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tear - drop steal-ing, When those mute looks have tore tke feel - ing Heav’n de -
friend.... for - sak-en! ’Mid thoughts that dark - est fears a - wak-en, Trem - bling
oe Seope ee eae
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MOORE. MENDELSSOHN.
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night, But tears........ of sor-row shed by

Hk Oedim. Aaes Sioa
es =~
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SS a
me, not drops of night, But tears of BOG'=) LOW y )BNCCtee. sts. be DY a eene.
MENDELSSOHN (FELIX MENDELSSOHN-BARTHOLDY), born at Hamburgh, February 3, 1809, died at

Leipsic, November 4, 1847, was a grandson of the famous German philosopher, Moses Mendelssohn, and son of a
rich banker, who took lively interest in art. Felix, at an early age, exhibited wonderful precocity in music, and his
gifts were developed by assiduous culture under eminent musicians. He composed importart works when_barely
in his teens, and was but 17 years old when he produced his Midsummer Night’s Dream overture. He several times
visited England, where his music has always been highly popular. His Italian Symphony, and Scotch Symphony,
his oratorios, st, Paul and Elijah, his Hymn of Praise, and his Songs without Words, are masterpieces which will
render his name famous as long as genuine art continues to be appreciated.

SEE THE ROSY MORN APPEARING.

SHIELD.
Moderato. ‘ots
= ne
=F — SS ee
See! the ro = sy morn ap-pear-ing, Paints withgold the ver - dant lawn,
Bey eesee Camano eeYACor2
' Bees, on banks of thyme dis - port- ing, Sip thesweets, and hail the dawn.
pn ee 1 eS ey hy
= — so
Warb - ling birds, the
—+——_—
day
— ~-
pro-claim-ing, Ca - rol sweet the live - ly strain;
SS They forsake their lea - fy dwelling, To

:
se - cure
3
the gold - en grain.
———— WicePitl
———
tedpher aha a tes ee
~ See, con-tent, the hum - ble glean-er, Take the scat-ter’d ears that fall;
= SS
Na - ture, all her child - ren view -ing, Kind - ly boun-teous, cares for all.
LORDLY GALLANTS.
Allegro moderato. oe hie Dr. CALLCOTT.
ier ee ee ee ee a
SSS. SS FET ad REE Ral el BEET Tar. AO eb presi pee
Een
— ae
SE ———
—
1. Lord - ly gal-lants, tell me this, Though my safe con - tent you weigh not,
2. Bound to none my for -tunes_ be, This. or that man’s fall I fear not;
————
Powis, Ueno Neat
ee
per
ee
eae
ee
senha
In your great-ness, what one bliss Have you gain’d, that I en -

Hina er 1 love that lov - eth me, For the rest fh Woytal I
——S_=Se = Se S
es
meiGs,
S
ee
not ? You have hon - our, you have wealth; if have peace, and
care not. You are sad when o - thers chafe And grow mer - ry
SSS Sa
IT havehealth; All the day I , mer-ry, mer-ry make, And at night no
as they laugh; I that hate it, and am ~ free, Laugh and sing as
a _
ma ao
at
care i stakes
pleas - eth me. 4 beLD ethes day 1 mer-ry, mer-ry make, And _ at night no
care uy take, And at night no care I take!

Dr. JOHN WALL CALLCOTT, born at Kensington, November 20, 1766, died in London, May 15, 1821,
the son of a builder, who gave him a good education. While a school-boy, he became acquainted with was
the organist
of Kensington Church, and became familiar with the rudiments of music. Although almost entirely
made such progress in the study of music, that when but seventeen years old, he was appointed self-taught, he a
S
e
rr
e
the church of St. George the Martyr, Blocmsbury. deputy organist at

In 1785, he won three of the four prizes given by the Catch
Club, and subsequently won many similar triumphs. On Haydn’s arrival in England, 1790, he studied instrumental
composition under that great master, and for several years devoted himself to the study of the
his art, and with such success, that he was made Doctor of Music, January 19, 1800, at higher branches of
Oxford. His anthems,
glees, catches, and vocal solos, were admirably constructed, and many of them are still popular.
Campbell’s poem, ‘ The Last Man,” will not soon be forgotten. His industry was untiring. His setting of
became impaired, as the result of excessive brain-work, and during the last twelve years At last his reason
of mental exertion.
of his life he was incapable

THOU SOFT-FLOWING AVON.

Dr. ARNE.
SS =
DAVID GARRICK.
SSS
Andante.
flow - ing A + von, by thy sil - ver trea

1. Thou soft ‘wali’ eee
love - strick - en maid - en, the soft - sigh - ing
2.. The p22
Sota Sis
be ae eReRas ae as
_—_ | or SS ae —
more than mor - tal thy Shaks- pere would dream, would dream, would
things and sigh, and
rove. with - out dan = ger, and sigh with - out pain,
= iar al si Se See ee
ee Tt __ 1
Shaks - pere would dream. The fair == ies by
dream, thy bud of
sigh, and sigh with - out pain. The sweet
em
== OLE
—~ BEC 9ops rastoS sean
whameona
= Z
round —the green bed, «For hal - low.d the turf is which
moon- light dance turf is which
no blight shall here dread, For hal - lowd the
beau - ty
—
~ ‘head. The fair = ies by moon-light dance round the green

pil - low’d his
his head. The sweet bud of beau - ty no blight shall here
pil - lowd
—_@—2&
the...... turf is which pil - low’d his head.

bed, © For hal - low’d =~ -low’d ~ his head.
For hal - low’d the...... turf “is which pil»
dread,
be fam’d for its love and its truth, Flow on, silver Avon, in song ever flow !
Here youth shall Be the swans on thy borders still whiter than snow;
‘And cheerful old age feel the spirit of youth ;
of fancy here poets shall tread, Ever full be thy stream ; like his fame may it spread,
For the raptures
turf is which pillow’d his head. And the turf ever hallow’d which pillow’d his head.
For hallow’d the
COME UNTO THESE YELLOW SANDS.

SHAKSPERE’S “ TEmprst.” H, PURCELL.
Con spirito. ’
—— ee SE
Te NGI
a=
=e Soa ie leer Pe
ee e
rere
a.4ap - - - - - low sands, And

Come un - to these Vek,
== rk Seer ee Soe gy es
Se
here and there, And let the. rest the
there take hands! Foot it feat - ly
watch - dog’s bark! Hark! hark! I hear the

bur - den bear. Hark! hark! the
hark! I hear " the strain of Chan - tic - leer!

strain of Chan - tic- leer! Hark!
has up to this time produced, was born in Old Pye

HENRY PURCELL, the greatest musical genius England Yard, Westminster, November 21, 1695. He belonged
at his house in Dean’s
Street, Westminster, a.D., 1658, and died in the musical profession. He died during the early child-
to a musical family, and his father held a good positiona chorister at the Chapel Royal, and studied under Cooke and
hood of Henry Purcell, who at seven years old became
Dr. Blow, and at seventeen years old, composed
Humfrey. He subsequently studied composition under the famous to Dryden’s King Arthur, and a great number of
ntly wrote the music
his first opera, Dido and Aineas, He subseque Tempest, &c.. His anthems and services for the church
are
other lyric works for the stage, including music to The he was in advance of his age. His early death deprived us of a
magnificent, and his instrumental works show that the
rank amongst musical nations. He lies buried under
composer who might have placed England in the foremost during the last fifteen years of his life.
organ of Westminster Abbey, of which he was organist
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION |
LET THE BRIGHT SERAPHIM.

HANDEL.
&? = SS ee
Andante. LETTE ) cay (Nad
Let the bright se - ra~phim in burn : ing row, Their
==
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mat
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a STIS AEE
ah Lt ee
a
Se eases
eet Se ee — Br
eer
arg ae or cen a2=a eiasog
2= Fe |—wpm
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es ———— =a estes saan ees S —— ee ee
in burn - ing row, in burn - ing, burn - = . - ing row, Their
maou Anup =rift + sed > “an i-\gel trum = apots MblOy, «11-010 henson ie co ueec eae ee their loud up -
(aa een eee eee ete

Co
Pe iih.- ed cian “irel / tramim pets plow sucess

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ad 2 ie
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je
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burn - ing row, in burn - ing, burn - ing row, Their loud tp -
aie ae
eesIES
Cee i
iene Sere
- lift - ed an - gel trum-pets blow, Their loud...... up - lift - ed an - gel trum-pets
Paes ip ty FINE.
e H
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LOW Mist STM Aico A eee Ad Theirs *loud... 2.25 up - lifted an - gel - trum - pets blow.
pa sa lA eR RL De ———
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cera >esd
Searies eee
SS ee Se oe Ss
— ——————t
Let theche-ru- bic host, in tune - ful choirs, Touch their im-mor-tai harps, with
RE aNaie rman eg ei AAR Lads pate ee uk | ett
———— = —— —_ f—_____
ee Tt
ene
=
paar
gold - en wires. Let the che-ru - bic host, in
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tune -
SSS
fnl choirs, Touch
—
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== te = ne oo
their im- mor - tal harps, Touch their im - mor - tal INATDSScesves carte. scccssseecs sed eeeRene eee eee eee
Pes Sate ~ LTE TT SEE TOT a Iae
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a ‘i ==
with gold + en SWALCR scnieaceensoscasensy sievecaleccusue stan see aR ER se Cette een
b Leche soi daneaE SNe ‘ Touchtheir im- mor

- tal harps,...... With gold - en wires,
JOEN DICKS’ EDITION, ]
BESI' MELODIES OF TUE BEST COMPOSERS. 59
iL WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBORO’ TOWN.

vind ate JAS. HOOK,
oderato. Ng eg
satel ie
at ome Ss ee —— —— ge feces eee a =]
———_ IRA a a3 os Es Oe —————
with = § in a mile of Ed -in + bo -.ro’ town, In the

o>” Twase
a eer een a Sa ee sonmest gs ser oer eer
iy er
f
i =
a cara ee =| = —# = SaaS es eee
ro - sy time Of ythe year ; Sweet flow - ers bloom’d, and_ the
;
i
aw =
Ne ee gg ee ee
e
eea BL ae Eas ——— ———————
ait Sy eae esc wee
( e/ ——_o_— * cg ee ea me
grass was down, And each shep - herd woo'd his dear,
ae te Se :
—-_ :
oa oe
es Und ceo See ee
Bon - ny Jock-ey, blithe and gay, kiss’d sweet Jen- ny,
and laugh - ing, cried, “No, no, it will not do; I

las - sie blush’d,
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a an Se
pue
é
———— eee -
* won - not, man - not buery =) (Kle*) stor. 2

can - not, can - not, wop
Jockey was a wag that never would wed, But when he vow’d he would make her his bride,
Though long he had follow’d the lass ; Though his flocks and his herds were not few,
Contented, she earn’d and eat her brown bread, She gave him her hand, and a kiss beside,
And merrily turn’d up the grass. And yow’d she’d for ever be true.
Bonny Jockey, blithe ana free, Bonny Jockey, blithe and free,
Won her heart right merrily. Won her heart right merrily,
Yet still she blush’d, and frowning cried, ‘‘ No, At church, she no more frowning cried,‘ * No,
no, it will not do; no, it will not do;
= cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot I cannot, cannot, wonnot, wonnot, mannot
puckle to.” buckle to.”
“ * © Buckle to,’’—to join in marriage.
ADIEU TOSHEE.
HENRY HERSEE. REISSIGER.
Andante.
coer Sear gyee | Ss Oere ee aa ge

Soa en ee ES
dieu to thee, my na - tive land, a - dieu! My _ steps must seek a
Die eAy =
gre lis bit - ter pain from thee to part, a - dieu! With an - guish throbs my
= Soe ee a TENS
aS 2PE Se
‘ = SS STRAIN Ga
er
———————— — —
————_—— ——___—__-—_|
_—_
a - dieu! A wan - d’rer lone and sad i roam, With -

fo - reignstrand, fairy And
a - dieu! For she i love is false as
wound - ed heart,
IE
a exommay Fes sere SECTS a PR SUROTNS
a SyIONE NS
= Ee o—|=3 —
& —o———_ 8 oo ey eee =S
out a friend, with - out a home, A = dieu, a -| dieu, a - dieu!

- GIGLI
bliss is changed to dark des)-) pair, A Glew, as, dieu; Ai se
for the
KARL GOTTLIEB REISSIGER, born January 31, 1798, at Belzig, near Wittenberg, was intendedattention,
favourable
clerical profession, but some motetts composed by him when seventeen years old, attracted 1819, to Vienna, and
and as, at the age of twenty-one, his voice proved to be a barytone of fine quality, he went in devoted himself to
there studied for the operatic profession, in which he made a successful career, but eventually
an opera entitled Dido,
the higher branches of the musical art. At Munich, he studied with Winter, and composed
von Weber, whom in 1827, he
which was several times performed at Dresden, under the direction of Carl Maria
succeeded as conductor of the opera, at Dresden. During the following thirty years, he wrote several successful
operas, besides masses,instrumental chamber-music, &c., and is believed to have been the composer of the melody
known as ‘‘ Weber’s Last Waltz.’’ He died at Dresden, November 7, 1859.

ES BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
THE “DEATIN SOF PNEESON,

S. J. ARNOLD. JOHN BRAHAM.
Se
Larghetto. Recrr.
|
|
|
O’er Nel-son’s tomb, with si - lent grief op - press’d, Bri - tan - niamourns her
Nip sate
om ete, fox PSTN parmeewe PETE
cy
Tunes
ih
=o urs -@-
Pot Biel as ie
ee
b— 7 - —— ree — —= or
: RED. Se eR a AER SEE SIEM O”[15 ay DAY Re | La CHR SERRE OYCapen ”Raa
he - ro, now at rest; But those bright lan’ - rels, ne'er shall fade with
years, Whoseleayes, whoseleaves are wa - ter’d by a

.
1. Twas. in MTra-fal-gar’s bay, we saw the foe-man lay, Hach heart was bounding
2. And now the can-nons roar - long th’af -fright-ed shore, Our Nel-son led the
==
. =
S :
ce
then, We scorn’d the foreign yoke, For our ships were Brit - ish oak, And
way, His ship the Vic-t’ry named! Long be that Vic -t’ry famed, For
Se -
— SeTeRT ESD woe Mamame oe i
aN ——$_ ____.
hearts of oak our men; Our Nel-sonmark’dthem on the wave,Threecheers our gal-lant
vic - t’ry crown’d the day! But dear-ly was that vic- t’ry bought, Too well the gal-lant
Eanes eT Se
Soe ee Sa es =e
sea - men gave, Nor thought of home and _ beau-ty, Nor thought of home and
he - ro fought, For Eng - land, home, and _ beau-ty, For Eng - land, home, and
SS
ssid
AACE
fo
NG
SS
SSE eee
A - long the line this sig-mnal ran, “Eng - land ex - pects that ey’ - u
beauty; He cried, as ’midst the fire he ran, “Eng -landshall find that ey’ -
(a man This TE will

ayoe
a his du - ty! this day will do his duty!”’
man This day has done his du - ty! this’ day has done his duty!’
ee a aa z
-—s—|--
3. At last the fa -tal wound, Which spread dis-may a- round, The he - ro’s_ breast, the........
he - ro’s breast re-ceiyv’d; ‘* Heav’ nfightson our side, The day’s ourown,’he cried. ‘‘ Now
Sees
long e- nough Tve liv’d. In hon-our’scause my life was past, In hon-our’s cause I
fen
=< =o 4
|
m
fall at last, For Eng-land, home, and bean-ty, For Eng-land, home,and bean-ty.”’ Thus ‘A
N
oe s=a
end-ing life as he be - gan, Eng - land con - xed that ey’ man, that
day pita done _ his duty, ~ done his duty. ~h
v
HE LOVES, AND RIDES AWAY.

CHARLES E. HORN.
Mow-bray’s gate was seen A page, with a cour - ser
== ee eee
h i igi
black; There came out a knight of no - ble mien, And he leap’d on the cour-ser’s back.
SS eS SS ee
——————
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His arms were bright, his heart was light; ©He sang this mer - ry
~~ 2
ear
ae a PE TRE
} ‘How mer-ri- ly _ lives fair young knight, He loves, and fides a -
; E i ee,
Se (ag a
ae Pe ne a PS
= way ! How mer-ri - ly lives a fair young knight, He loves, and rides a =-
im
way! A - way, a- way, a - way! - He loves, and he rides a - way!”
A lady look’d over the castle wall, The knight of her tears he took no heed,
And she heard the knight thus sing ; While scornful laugh’d his eye; .
The lady’s tears began to fall, He gave the spur to his prancing steed,
And her hands she began to wring. ‘Good-bye, sweetheart, good-bye !”
6¢ And when thou didst thy true love plight, And soon he yanish’d from her sight,
Was it but to betray? ; While she was heard to say,
Ah, tarry awhile, my own dear knight, *° Ah, ladies, beware of a fair young knight,
In pity, ride not away !’”” He loves, and he rides away !”
WHEN I AM DEAD.
KOZELUCH.
HENRY HERSEE.
Andantino.
am dead,...... My, whume = (7. ble : gTave...... o..» May not- at =

i When I
aeaTsEes er Je Se Pe cee SSS
val oe |
a joe Sak ae eee ee ge ag ne (Oo
aie 2 Saree Se eae AL ARM BBEaeee | a
ee <p ae ——
~ ler’s gaze; Yet ver - dant boughs — shall o’er me
2 tract the tray’
2 —~ —— / — ~~ =
—_——_~——_
aj a se sae
a eee ees
When morn - ing sheds its TOME -ms Tae SY, rays.
WV Oye: ores za
Throughout the tranquil silent night | When I am dead, my spirit oft

The gentle moon shall on me shine ; Will seek these smiling fields and flow’rs;
The kindly stars, with glances bright, And odours exquisite shall waft
Will yield me sympathy divine. Remembrances of joyful hours.
in 1771, a ballet composed

LEOPOLD KOZELUCH, born at Wellwarn, in 1748, was educated at Prague, where, at once became popular, and
by him was produced at the national theatre with so much success, that the composer 1778, he went to Vienna, and
ballets. In
during the following six years produced no less than twenty-four grand
aristocracy. . At Vienna, he became ac-
gaye lessons to the Archduchess Elizabeth, and many of the Austrian Emperor Leopold II. Kézeluch was a
quainted with Mozart, whom he succeeded, in 1792, as court composer to the grand operas—Judith, and Deborah and
thoroughly skilled musician, and composed an oratorio, Moses in Egypt, two popular in England half a century
Sisera—besides no less than thirty symphonies. His pianoforte compositions were
after his death, which took place at Prague, May 7, 1811.
FROM MIGHTY KINGS.

HANDEL.
Andante.
ay yee
From migh - tykings he LOOK. the spoil, And with his acts madeJu- dah smile. ;
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gi aie
silence
omen ene eieepe veeraa oe
a ee ee
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Ve) (Te. es
WU ES Be Ee = ee
See
a a
(ee ee ee SS es
Raines ATIC Mewith» 91S semACtS sic.) eae Ju - dahsmile. From
Pre a eee eee

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Da Sars Ba > o a 2 Oa poe ene
ee ee ee Siero
migh - ty kings, From migh - ty kings he took the spofl, And with his acts made
st __— aa o> tr on Ln] o— a ti ie a e'
tte ee ee ee ee eee ss
ea eae Ore gee See? siamese Sree ee ae ee
UMMC a WPSTATS navy tame aemn ae riease tants And with his acts made JM=ndahon srailevrereteee
tr tr we
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I. COULD) NEVER LUSTRE -SEE.

SHERIDAN. T. LINLEY.
Allegro. Pa,
= ae a SS
a o—o——e =p — 2 ot Ae seg ee
dee =comid ne jive ver) luss- "tre see In eyes that would not look on
2.Is her hand so soft and pure? I must press it to make
me. I ne’er saw nectar on a lip, Butwheremineown did hope to sip. Has the
sure ; Nor ean taal be cer-tain then, Till it, grate-ful, press a - gain. Must I,
eo : 7
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maid, who seeks my heart,Cheeksof rose untouch’d by art P I will own the col- our
with at - ten - tive eye,Watch her heav-ing bo-som’s sigh? I will do so,when I
)
true, Whenyield-ing blush-es aid their hue, Whenyield-ing blush - es aid their hue.
see That heay- ing bo - som sigh for me, Thatheay-ing bo - som sigh for me.
THE BABY’S HUSHABY.

H. SIDDONS. MICHAEL KELLY.
Larghetto. ideal S = ! ee
¢— ee ——"s 2
ESSE ek
= Snel cone oo ef ee ee
A ba - by wan-der’d from its home, When day was gent - ly _ hreak- ing.
oO
. Long did the pret-ty in- fantroam,Each sim - ple wild flow’rseek-ing, Each sim - ple wildflow’r
fn
| SS
seek-ing. But night came on; the dreary sky, The wind so bleak, the leaves so dry,
Fz =e]
| oO oO
-§ any : ——— e— --—-—_
SS RAE : ier aie ral
\ Sang the poor baby’s hush-a- by,oh! Hush, hush-a - by! Hush -a- by! Hush-a - by!
The frantic mother sought her child, The baby, near her slumb’ring, woke,
While the chill rain was falling ; Like some sweet op’ning blossom ;
Its lisping voice, its features mild, Then, throuch the spreading branches broke,
At every blast recalling. And leap’d upon her bosom!
She wept; and with a heart-felt sigh, The mother gave a piercing cry,
Sank on the green turf that was nigh ; Wip’d ev’ry rain-drench’d garment dry,
Sang her sweet baby’s hushaby ! Singing her baby’s hushaby!
Hushahy ! hushaby! Hushaby! bushaby !
HOPE TOLD A FLATTERING TALE.

. PAISIELLO.
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seer caer aS (eveee
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! nought my sighs pre. - vail, For love is doom’d to mourn. Ah, where’s the flat - t’rer
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GIOVANNI PAISIELLO, born May 9, 1741, at Tarento, had so beautiful a voice when but five years old, and
displayed such precocity in music, that his family had him educated as a professional musician. At the end of five
years’ study, chiefly devoted to ecclesiastical music, he produced an operetta, which was so successful, that he was
at once engaged to write two comic operas for the theatre at Bologna. From this time he enjoyed great popularity
as an operatic composer, and in 1776, accepted a munificent offer made him by the Empress Catharine, and removed
to St. Petersburg, where, during his eight years’ stay, he produced many operas; one of them Il Barbiere di Sivighia,
a fine work, which was eventually eclipsed by Rossini’s opera on the same subject. The remainder of his active life
was spent chiefly in Italy, where he died (at Naples,) June 5, 1815. His opera La Molinara, contains the lovely air
“ Nel cor pit non mi sento,”’ best known in England as ‘‘ Hope told a flattering tale.”
Yy THE SOLDIER’S TEAR.

T. HAYNES BAYLY. ALEXANDER LEE.
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- mi-liar to his ear, And the sol-dierleant upon hissword,Andwip’da - way a_ tear.
Beside the cottage porch He turn’d, and left the spot,
A girl was on her knees, Oh, do not deem him weak !
She held aloft a snowy scarf, For dauntless was the soldier’s heart,
Which flutter’d in the breeze ; Tho’ tears were on his cheek. b Pad
She breath’d a pray’r for him, Go, watch the foremost ranks, aff
A pray’r he could not hear ; In danger’s dark career, _
But he paus’d to bless her as she knelt, Be sure the hand most daring there 4
And wip’d away a tear. J Has wiped away a tear. i‘
A TRAVELLER STOPT AT A WIDOW'S GATE.

8. STORACE.
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a A ad lib, m Pfaiempo.
See
Uealy perace, aisle cer - tain - ly mould-ed the tra - vel-ler’s face, She <a
pre- ju- dice goes, Ve-ry strong-ly in fa-vour of wearing a nose, Ve-ry
reel pe g2 a tempo. ae
cer - tain-ly mould - ed the tra - vel-ler’s face, As 2a sam - ple for
strong - ly in fa - vour of Wear - ing a mose, Yet a nose should-n’t .
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all the rest, As a sam - ple for all the rest. |
look like a snout, Yet a nose should-n’t look like a snout.
A bag full of gold on the table he laid,— He paid like a prince; gave the widow a smack;
’Thad a wond’rous effect on the widow and maid, And flopp’d on his horse, at the door, like a sack;
They quickly grew marvellous civil, While the landlady, touching the chink, Ea
The money immediately alter’d the case; [his face; Cried, ‘‘ Sir, should you travel this country again, a
They were charm’d with his hump and the snout on I heartily hope that the sweetest of men ‘
Though he still might have frightened the devil. Will stop at the widow’s to drink.’’
STEPHEN STORACE, born 1763, in London, where he died, March 19, 1796, was the son ofa famous Italian _
double-bass player, settled in England, who taught him music. At the age of ten, he played the most difficult
violin solus of Tartini. Two years later, he entered the Naples Conservatoire, and on the completion of his studies
went to Vienna, where, in 1785-6, he produced two successful operas. In 1787, he returned to England, and’ during
the following nine years produced The Haunted.Tower, No Song no Supper, The Siege of Belgrade, The Pirates, and
other operas, which retained popularity for half a century, and are still regarded with admiration by musicians.
Many of his songs are still popular in the concert room. During his stay at Vienna, he became the intimate friend
of Mozart, from whose precepts and examples he profited greatly. He was the first to introduce concerted finales in
English operas. A fertile melodist, and a highly cultivated musician, he might have created a school of English
opera had his life been prolonged.
THE WOOD-PECKER.
Tt. MOORE. MICHAEL KELLY.
Andante. _
smoke that
- bove the green elms that a cot - tage was near, And I said, ‘‘If there’s
_SS peace to be found in the world, A heart

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hope for _it here!. - The heart that was hum - ble might hope for it
wood - peck - er tap - ping the hol - low beech tree. Ev’ - ry
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leaf . was at rest, and I heard not a sound, Hy’ - ry leaf was at
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rest, ‘and I heard not a sound, But the wood - peck - er tap -ping the
——— ae
hol-low beech - tree, But the wood - peck-er tapping the hollow beech
tree, . But. the wood - peck - er tap - ping the hol - low beech tree.
«© And here, in this lone little wood,” I exclaim’d,

“¢ With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye,
Who would blush when I prais’d her, and weep if I blam’a,
How blest could I live, and how calm could I die!”
Ey’ry leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound,
But the woodpecker tapping the hollow beech tree.
By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berry dips
In the gush of the fountain, how sweet to recline,
And to know that I sigh’d upon innocent lips,
Which ne’er had been sigh’d on by any but mine!
Ev’ry leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound,
But the woodpecker tapping the hollow beech tree.
MICHAEL KELLY was born about 1760, at Dublin, and studied singing under Italian masters, one of whom—
the celebrated Rauzzini—advised that he should be sent to Italy, to study for the operatic stage. He entered the
Naples Conservatoire, and after a few years study made a highly successful début at Palermo. After a prosperous
career in Italy, he proceeded to Vienna, where he was engaged at the Court Theatre during four years. In 1787,
he returned to England, and became first tenor at Drury Lane—a position which he occupied until he retired from
the stage in 1811. While engaged-at Drury Lane, he composed the music for a number of dramatic works, including
The Castle Spectre, Love laughs at Locksmiths, The Forty Thieves, and others, equally popular at the beginning of the
nineteenth century. His ‘‘ Reminiscences,” published 1826, are highly entertaining, and contain valuable informa-
tion on musical topics. Kelly died, October 9, 1826, at Margate.

64. BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
ale ——
UNDER THE TREE.

J. T. HAINES. W. M. ROOKE.
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i. | BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. 6%
WHERE THE BEE SUCKS.

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ERE INFANCY?’S ~BUD.

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pierce? Was it jea - lou-sy’s mad- ness that fir’'d ye To anger so deadly and
ee fierce? Was it jea - lou-sy’s mad-nessthat fir’d ye To anger so dead-ly and fierce?
Yet, even then, Providence, kindly Each night, ere I sink into slumber,
Protecting, watched over my fate; To Israel’s God I bend low ;
The destruction by you aimed so blindly That blessings and joys without number
Hath raised me to honour and state! On thee, dearest Father, may flow
But ne’er can I cease to regret ye, And for this sweet duty rewarded,
Dear Father, and land of my birth! By visions benignantly sent,
Can my soul for a moment forget ye, By angels I witness thee guarded,
Though here I am lord of the earth ? Surrounded by peace and content!
ETIENNE HENRI MEHUL, was born at Givet (France), A.p., 1763, and died, a.p., 1817. He received his
first lessons from a blind organist at his native place, and became So soon proficient, that at the age of twelve he
was appointed joint organist to theAbbey of Valledieu. His oratorio Joseph and his Brethren, has been frequently
performed in England, and several of his operatic compositions are preserved. He was a member of the Institute,
and of the Academy of the Fine Arts, and also Chevalier of the Legion of Honour.
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THE DEEP, DEEP SEA.

Allegretto scherzanuo.
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Oh, come with me, my love, And our fai - ry home shall be, Where the
spi-rits rove, In the deep, deep sea, In the deep, deep sea, Yh the
SSS
wa-ter
deep, deep There are jew - els rich
rare, In the ca - verns ts:the es

we And to _ braid ra hair, There e
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ritard. a tempo. — ~—
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dwell, Where the
tone as soft as thine. Hopes as fond as thouwould’stprove, Truth as bright as ’er was told,
ey,
cold. Oh, come with me, my love, Andour fai-ry homeshall be In the
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PoE PIeGRIMs OF LOVE.

H. R. BISHOP.
Recir. Andante con moto.
be - lov - ed I call in
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hears and calls a ~=- gain. A mi-mic voice re-peats the name a -
Se! SS =eee te
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les
- round! And with O- ryn-thia All the rocks re - sound!
Andanta,
Se :k Her - mit whodwells in these 80 - li - tudes, cross’d me, As way - worn and
2. ** Yet tar - ry, my son, till the burn-ing noon _ pass - es, Let boughs of the
= SS Se Se —
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faint, up the mountain I press’d, The a - ged man _ pausd on his
lem - on tree shel - ter thy head; The juice of ripe mus - ca - del
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staff to ac - cost me, And _ prof-fer’d his cell, as my man - sion of rest.
flows in my _ glass-es,
~ And rush-es fresh pull’d for si - €S§ - ta are spread.”
vue Se) spd Bo See ee —~ ritard,
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Ah, nay, cour-teous fa - ther, right on - ward I _ rove, No rest but the
grave for the pilgrim of love! For the pil - grim of love, for the
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pilgrim of love, No rest but thegrave for the - grim of love!
I LOCK’D UP ALL MY TREASURE.

Worpbs anp Music sy C. DIBDIN.
Andantino con moto.
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Ale lock’d up all my _ trea - sure, And jour - ney’d many a

2. My mile, ‘'And
bus’ - ness done and Oo - ver, I has - ten’d back a- main, Like
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by my grief did mea-sure, The pass-ing time the while. I lock’d up all my
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pass-ing time the while, And by wmy grief did measure, The :
pass-ing time the while,
all my trea-sure gone, I found my cas-ket ri - fled, And all my trea-sure gone,
68
SHOULD HE UPBRAID.
H. R. BISHOP.
SHAKSPERE.
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MILTON.
TIANDEL,
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THE ROAST BEEF OF OLD ENGLAND.

HENRY FIELDING. LEVERIDGE.
Boldly, and marked.
1. When migh - ty roast beef was the Eng - lish

- man’s food, It en - no - bled our
2. But since we have learnt from ef - fem - in - ate France, To eat their ra -
ee
oo = am = eee
ee ee eee ae
Se ae ee : eae
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hearts and en - rich - ed our blood; Our sol-diers were brave, and our cour- tiers were good.
- gouts, as well as to dance; We are fed up with no- thingbut vain com -plai-sance,
= RETR, EOS), Sal.
Epa
=
Sones eases
=
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a coe eee eae ee |
Oh, the roast beef of old Eng - land, and, oh, for old Eng-land’s roast beef.
Our fathers of old were robust, stout, and strong, In those days, if fleets did presume on the main,
And kept open house, with good cheer all day long, They seldom or never returned back again,
Which made their plump tenants rejoice in this song,—| As witness the vaunting Armada of Spain,
Oh, the Roast Beef, &c. Oh, the Roast Beef, &c.
When good Queen Elizabeth sat on the throne, Oh, then we had stomachs to eat and to fight!
Ere coffee and tea and such slip-slops were known, And when wrongs were cooking, to set ourselves right,—~
The world was in terror if e’en she did frown. But now, we’re a—hm !—I could, but, Good night !
Oh, the Roast Beef, &c. Oh, the Roast Beef, &c.
RICHARD LEVERIDGE, born in 1670, was a celebrated bass singer, and sang the principal bass parts in many
operas at Drury Lane and the Queen’s Theatre. He afterwards entered the service of Rich, and sang in masques
and pantomimes at the Lincoln’s Inn Fields Theatre and Covent Garden, for nearly thirty years. He composed the
mausic for several dramas, and for a comic masque on the subject of the Midsummer Night’s Dream, also a large
‘number of songs which were published in 1727, in two octavo volumes. As the composer of ‘‘ Black-eyed Susan,”’
and “‘ The Roast Beef of Old England,”’ his name is likely to be long remembered. The latter song has become one
of our national melodies, and is not only in demand at Christmas time, but on other festive occasions. He died
“March 22, 1758.
JOZN DICKS’ EDITION.|
WHILE THE LADS IN THE VILLAGE.

Allegro moderato. Worps anp Music sy ©. DIBDIN,
While the lads in the vil - lage shall mer - ri - ly, ah! Sound their
ta - bors Tll hand thee a - long;...... And “I say un- to thee _ that
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M =
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AL SEGNO. —
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heard in each bow’r, And thou long’st in thy heart to make one. i
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Those
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y ;
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————
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a i = :|
words and my deeds are the same, To prove that my words and my
pe tee D.C. aL SEGNO. '
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EVENING IS CLOSING.
HENRY HERSEK. SPOHR.
1. Ev’ - ning is clos - ing, the night is at hand; Bright - ly the

2. Hark! ‘tis the night - in - gale, trill - ing his lay. Sweet - er by
gin
= SSS
- ning to _ shine!
SS O°*- pen : thy case - ment, and
stars are be -
far is thy ex - qui - site voice! O - pen thy case - ment, and
SSS teach the stars, darling,

SSS
They are less bright than those glan - ces of thine.
whisper me, darling, Words that shall bid thy fond lov - er. re - joice!
THE PLOUGH BOY.

O’KEEFE. SHIELD.
Allegro.
1. A. flax-en head-ed cow- boy, as sim-ple as may be, And next a mer -ry
2. Pll buy votes at e - lec- tions, but when I’ve made the pelf, T’ll stand poll for the
plough - boy, I whis-tled o’er the lea; But now a sau - cy foot- man, I
parlia- ment, and then yote in wmy - self; What - e - vers good for me, sir, I
SS e
SS SS e strut in wor-sted lace; And soon I’ll be a but-ler, And wag may jolly face. When
never will oppose, When all my ayes are sold off, Why then TP’! sell my noes; Pll
Say Beek oN LEI Sa
la Pee ea.
a ee a a |} 4 pee fare. seca fas a es

“arena
Sif sa eel aes sas = ie
stew-ard I’m pro - mo - ted, I'll snip a trades-man’s bill, My mas-ter’s cof- fers
joke, ha-rangue,and para- graph, Withspeech-es charm the ear, And when I’m tired on
bs Ai oS
emp - ty, my pock-ets for to fill ; When loll-ing+ in my cha-riot, so

my legs, then Ill sit down a peer ; In court or ci - ty ho - nour, so
pre oT cia root PLECT T29iemaee
man, so great a
man Tll be, Yowll for - get the lit - tle plough- boy that whis-tled o’er the
Se
ee
lea, You'll for - get the lit - tle plough- boy that whis - tled o’er the lea.
2 LOVE’S. RITORNELLA. .
J. R. PLANCHE. T. COOKE.
Andantino.
pai = === ee ser =

Zi~= tel - 1a, whi-ther a - way? Love’s Ri-torn - el - la
J, “Gen - tle
tel - la, whyshouldstthou care? Night is not dark -er than
2.“ Charm-ing Zi -
— |
i a
I play?’ ‘*No, Gr have lin - ger’d too long on_ the road ;
list while
ra - ven hair. And those bright eyes if the bri - gand should see,
thy
os
——e—4
ad - vanc-ing; the bri-gand’s a - broad. Lone-ly Zi - tel- la has
Night is
Thou art the rob - ber, the cap - tive is he! Gen-tle Zi - tel- la,
— ——~,;— = ——
esse Seal
to fear ; Love’s Ri- torn - el - la she may not hear !””
too much
ban - ish thy fear ; Love’s Ri- torn - el - la tar - ry and hear !’”
by his father, and afterwards by

THOMAS SIMPSON COOKE was born in Dublin, 1782, and was taught music Dublin, and in 1813, made his
Giordani. He was for several years leader of the band at the Crow Street Theatre,
- début in London as a tenor singer. From 1815 to 1834, he was a leading tenor at Drury Lane Theatre, and
Garden, and was a successful teacher
frequently led the band. He became conductor at Drury Lane, and Covent
of singing, Mr. Sims Reeves being one of his pupils. Cooke—usually known as “Tom Cooke ”—was a successful
He died in London,
writer of vocal chamber music, and wrote solos and concerted pieces for many dramas.
February 26, 1848, and lies buried at Kensal Green Cemetery.
YE LIGPLE BIRDS,
H. R. BISHOP.
Allegro animato.
‘taf geese inp ea pan (Warren Crem eee aes
——=sass= je eee
Ye lit-tle birds that blythe-ly BIN eee, A - mid _ the shady val - leys; And
ee pone : 22 ae == —
eres peers epee
mpeciees ces ha saga] SHE we ef unash rareen aE ke
see, my lo - ver sweet-ly walk With-in his gar-den al-leys. Go tell himthrough your
tr tr
SIS eS ee A : SES 2aSE BROSWe 2 Samat “OER AFC= ast
Seceee wg wd > eraa eeMa Sa a ee ee
chirp-ing bills) As you by me are bid-den, To him is on-ly known mylove, Which
war - ble, GOs eevee pret-ty, pret-ty, pret-ty, pret-ty wan-tons, war - ble,
Se
Aa
baLU
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tr tr tr tr vf —_
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Diy ob BE
A pee en Ee rn el moe ———_——
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peas Sree eee pa— I - i =
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“wan - tons, War’ ons) Yble. sae, Goosen ie pret - ty, pret - ty, pret - ty, pret- ty j
tr
& ee ee sas oes ee =z —e—e =— eerie f q

Wwan-tons, war - °° ble....... Oh, fly ye tune - ful choir, for a
a
—_-#— o_o 8 FSS
SSSwan
IPE afi Lagoa
eee cere a rssaawremsersn =
soon, In gen-tle sleep he’ll lie; Sing round a- bont his ro - sy bed, And
ve io s a ff R > => re ppp sien.
Cpa nan SN arse Gants mn ka Samrs a Bea
ne ET ecmss
Set yor Saas Fema wes a pe Sesee = eo panes St (PSAP Lo) Pe
e-cho his reply, And e « - . - - - - - cho, And e - -
SS ee
At Fo a ae . Ai ff aek wee 2 F i
———— eres | Rosai cece Fe Saas all ee ee ee —
ECHO.) PANG (607 el = - cho, e - cho, Can - - CHOS HO Hae Leh a ret) Side
war - ble, war - - ble, war - - _ ble, ae hes DLGrmMEGr Oscre ask pret-ty, pret-ty,
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2
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pret-ty, pret-ty wan-tons, war. - ble, [Oe ates pret-ty, pret-ty, pret-ty, pret-ty
Sen
mr cadenza. oo. t, asi |
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WAR Te ha enh COUR, |ntWE Mure! obi i= - ble, WAL ue cones eeDIC, reece
JCEM DICKS’ ’
MpITION |
BEST MELODIES OF THE REST COMPOSERS. ~7C2
FAIREST AISLE, CALLGCISLES SPEXCELLING;

: DRYDEN.
PURCELL.
$82-265 =
Ht Moderato, —
Se
air Se ey Sa
eee) 4 oe tN oe
iF er ae (co ———
i 1. Fair - est isles all iishesu..7 ex - cell - ing, Seat of plea - gure and of. love!
‘p 2. Gen- tle mur-murs, sweet.... com -plain - ing, Sighs, that
cheers. blow the fire of love,
Fe
i; =
ee
—_
ee
Se —- ORY SES
} Ve-nus here will choose... her dwell-ing, And for - sake her Cy - prian grove.
i Solty rem =. pul =\"ses,,. Kitid 30. disdain - ing, Shall be all the pains you prove.
: col: Waid "
——== FL a So as Stoo
SS1 -- + —_| SR
eS a ne
Leeann te
SS
Cu - pid, from his fav -’rite na - tion, Care....... and ~ (ens) vy to wiles
Ey’ - ry swain shall
re - move,
pay his du - ty; Grate - ful ey’ - ry nymph... shall prove;
(— SS Jea-lous - y, that poi

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- son’s pas-sion, And des - pair that dies for love.
ANC asi these rex - Coline... in bean-ty, Those shall be re - nown’d for love.
JACK’S ALIVE.
Worps and Musro CO, DIBDIN.
Allegro. fee TEE EF Micky a daitins eo ene ke ee eee
a SS aes
1. Sweet Nan-cy Nouce, and Jack Jib- boom, Had long been man and wife ;
<. One And
Pest, a know-ing and false friend,When Jack was out at sea, Laid
en - vy’s self could find no room, And en-vy’s self could find no room, To blame their hap - py
siege to Nan-cy to no end, Laid siege to Nan-cy to no end—For a4 true wife was
SS
ee
SS et Sees eee ee
a
An ae ee ge ee
life, To blame their hap - py life. Each girl whowould a hus - band find, Each
she, For a true wife was she. He _ teased her with each doubt and fear, He
1.ia
Hh: —" soo
22 eee ee
girl whowould a hus-band find, Each tar who fain would wive, Fach tar who fain would
teased her with each doubt and fear, That his vile suit might thrive, That his vile suit might
$8 — asa
| t= SSsis ae =|ee—e eee ———————— =
67 ea fo — —_ wnaeeewe shar Ps
wive, These wordswould al-ways keep in mind, These words would al - wayskeep in mind, Nan’s
thrive; Yet Hope still whis-per’d in her ear, Yet Hope still whis-per’d in her ear, ’Tis
SS
4,
=
corres oa
SS
:
SS
eee See
bless’d, Jack’s a - live, Jack’s a - live, Jack’s a - live, Jack’s a - live, These
false, Jack’s a = live, Jack’s a - live, Jack’s a - lives | vuiack Sia) en buves sm uxet
words would al - ways keep in mind, Nan’sbless’d,Nan’s bless’d, for Jack’s a - live!
Hope still whis - per’d im her’ ear, ’Tis’ ‘false; ) “’tis false, “for Jack’s a’ - live!
He kept Jack’s letters back—forged news, *T was Jack !—he chased all her alarms ;
Her virtue to ensnare, He kick’d Pest down the stairs,
And did her patient ear abuse, Then hastening to her longing arms,
To drive her to dispair. He banish’d all her cares.
He swore Jack had fallen overboard, His children to his heart he press’d,
And never could arrive ; Bid joy again revive ;
When a hoarse voice like thunder roar’d, While Nancy cried, ‘‘ I’m truly bless’d—
“You lie, friend, Jack’s alive!” Thank Heaven! my Jack’s alive!”’
JOEN DICKS’ EDITION. |
74 ey F 4
THE SOLDIER TIRED OF WAR’S ALARMS.

Dr. ARNE.
= 2.
Andante.
SS Se oe ee leesee
ce Se ere
ee mene me al
The sol - dier Bia, eoescuhc Fab PACA ee ean e Fae ata nag. MOBOE Eee ane Buses seme cocvn sone ccisclel «ols douse aad
of war's pe eeeetese® a - larms, For - swears the clang of hos = tile
And scorns the spear and shield, The sol - dier 7

ors
ATTN viescsedveahsvsencscewesescousst
eS
s =< q
. = = jaar
pas Sa ees ister
my re >
as f
aaae aan pat See sarees
For- swears the clang of hos - tile arms, And #
tir’d of war's a - larms,
spear, the ,
For - swears
spear and shield the clang of hos - tile arms, And scorms.................00-0¢ y
= eee sees Meee

4 —
spear, the spear and shield. But if the bra - zen trumpet sound..... i
Seerrr
‘i
omicnsraans tees2te
I —.
He burns with con - quest

Sa
a c
WITH LOWLY: SUIT AND -PLAINTIVE DITTY.

pre RACH.
= = See =
Larghetto espressivo. we
= ~~ Era
:
—-— :
- ly suit and plain - tive dit = ++ if

1. With low
2. Here’s tales of love, and maids for - sa - ae 5 Of a - ee
a EA 5 PO
iJon ee
der mind to pi - ty, I call the ten - d i
ten -
fought, and cap- tives ta - ken, Of bat-tles fought aad re: eh
PIN Shy eset IE eae
—. | |) ———$-—_—___—— —, ray -“gi—
My friends are gone my heart is beat - in A N Me ir

pi - ty. al a
The jo - vial tar. so bold - ly sail - iia: ant a
ta - ken;
——* ——- Saa

Si
ge ee
—
Se
Gat ae eeead Ae
SSSe ens 5 aan MDRNRRP Sima
= $- mea
beth and
s—
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may were Lots From pass - ing stran - i o 2
po - ver - ty’s
some de - _ sert shore; The hap - less bride HE na fa -
eT
| ee CN oN ne ee
— Spee se ea ee
ee SS 2 a
— SS
I wan - der thus a-lone, for - got. :
- treat-ing, Re-lieve my
wail -ing, And fear - ing ne’er to see... him more.
5 Sc ea
aaa
aes = SSS
oats et
oe =e= eon
ea
eae sien
es
F
ol
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woes, my wants dis - tress - ing, And Heav’n re - ward you with its bless - ing.
DAYS OF ARTLESS PLEASURE.

: pin HEROLD.
pate
T. WELSH. 7 tr
Allegretto. tr
ee ee ee ee
Seem iat
SSS
In this breast I trea - sure, When each morning
Days of artless pleasure,
eS SS
yall. tr tr.
bright,
—————— iS
A- rose to
.
bring
SAN
see
serene es
de - light.
Sasa
el
pare
=
Now dark clouds sur - round

aa
eorere
==
me,
|
Serre oe
SARE ET eae
SSS
ad th Oo
a ™ ——
sees cecese
ANG Hy LOCALS eendenacsages-sectsdcntarweseesowsaavacs con -
Doubtsand fears con-found me, Doubts...........
Cn
When each morning bright, A - rose to

trea-sure,
tr
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ry
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aoaase
Rye A eee oe oY Aw
Pees sea mr
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fears gur-round me, Yet to _ love tee thy.

Now darkcloudssur-round me, Doubtsand
Paris, January 28, 1791, was the son of Francois Joseph

LOUIS JOSEPH FERDINAND HEROLD, born in in the rudiments of music. In 1806, he entered the Paris
y instruct ed him
Hérold, a skilled musician, who carefull In 1812, he gained the ‘‘ Grand
and composition under Méhul.
Conservatoire, and studied harmony under Catel, became pianiste to the Queen of Naples. His first opera,
He studied hard while in Italy, and
Prix de Rome.” at Naples. In 1815, he returne d to Paris, where he wrote
ully produce d
La Jeunesse de Hemi V, was successf successes were
Marie, which still keeps the stage. His greatest
several successful operas. In 1826, he produced and both these works retain an undiminished popularity on
made in Zampa (1831), and the Pré aux Clercs (1832), holds a
in the Italian, German, and English languages. Hérold
the French stage. They have also been produced world lost much by his ear!v death, January 19, 1833,
high rank amongst operatic composers, and the musical
=F.for) BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
7. WOBRENH
AEDT ee EAT GE REDT Rab ROOMS. j
Allegretto. J.W. BERNHARDT.
= ah Tenens Ws a ame enae —\~\—— §
2 ee = ——— Sa ft =a
ee = eestor ees es —e—_* aae 2 ar
See what pret - ty brooms I’ve rcieLe far from o’er the Sea,..
Se
i=
_yore
Made ae my
_ t Seana
dear
Se
a
moun-tain home,
oe
buy, then,buy of
as None can make
eee
such ©
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affettuoso.
ee rr ee
brooms as_ I, none can _ sell as cheap! All the mon - ey a at ae
box
a ee
ee
SS
ee
Se ;
See ;
o= S 2 —-—— — 2 = 4
fore yyoOurssake ii keep. Tra la la, Tra la i snN
R i
ews 6S
@ nes ipee
———————
Se LS
a SS =—
eo
me ‘
buy my oo 9 will you ry,Pert vey my |
ee SS]
R r
= eee eee mere esses

brooms? Will you buy, buy my brooms? Will you try, try my brooms P
|
Do you think that you could make brooms like there? | Should you e’er a lady love, buy her a little broom, sir;
No, no! For your sake she’ll use it oft, to sweep her little room,
You would waste a day or two, and not make them so; sir.
But if just one little sous you will give to me, When you give it, press her hand, and heave a little sigh,
I will sell you,of my brooms, one, or two, or three! She will give a loving glance; then buy my brooms,
Tra la la, &e. Tra la la, &c. [come buy!
HE WAS FAMED FOR DEEDS OF ARMS.

Andante espressivo. 0 4 D. CORRE.
os Liane: pee a ae °
a 0 eS —— oe
Se a 2 {es =e —— : = ae ese
He - was fam’d for deeds of arms ; She, a maid of en - vied
Agama eae aan NEE RT at Petite Sa i
peaks Soe ore ————— ee ei Ee eee oes aa
—s = ¢ Bayt eye sea ed 2
2
charms a his love im - parts; One pure flame yee. per -
See eae = SS eS es
1 ! p iS
. pee a So. ee ere ara ere eee

- ee both hearts Hon - our calls him the field ; Love to
A @ oO hello att cres.
a
ese —— i a Sees
ag = ===
= tote — a y ai =
conPad
- pis oan Jou, ah i maid,’ he cries, ‘‘a - gain ES
necome
ad
ae Seea ——=
Se
=<" sor = ee =~
merry——pam ee
22 aeseer es I'll come to thee...... When the glad trum-petsounds a vic - tory!”
Battle now with fury glows, He with love and conquest burns ;
-lostile blood in torrents flows ; Both subdue his mind by turns.
His duty tells him to depart,— Death the soldier now enthrals,
She clasps her hero to her heart. : With his wounds the hero falls!
And now, the trumpet sounds to arms, She, disdaining war’s alarms,
And now, the clash of war’s alarms. Rushed, and caught him in her arms.
‘* Sweet maid,’ he cries, “‘ again I’ll come to thee, Oh; Death!’? he cried, “‘thou’rt welcome now to me!
When the glad trumpet ‘sounds a victory !’’ For hark! the glad trumpet sounds a victory !’”’
DOMENICO CORRI, born in Naples, 1744, was a pupil of the famous Porpora, the teacher of Haydn, and at
the age of thirty, settled in London, where (1774 ,) he produced his opera Alessandro nell’? Indie (Alexander in India).
His English opera The Travellers, PVaeaa some years later, is a far superior work, and enjoyed considerable
popularity. He also composed many Italian, French, and English songs, sonatas, rondos, &e., and became a suc-
cessful teacher, He wrote instruction beoks for singers and pianistes, and a’,80 a musical. grammar and a musical
dictionary. He died in London, 1826.
SUMMER WILL COME AGAIN.

GC. DIBDIN, Jun. WHITAKER,
Moderato.
—— > —
1. The moon dis - play’d, when green leaves fall, A ru - ind tow’r, and
2. She told him her true love she’d lost, For he the storm - y
3 —— Sa a es ee
See Se ee
ES
——— aa
cas - tle wall; And a min - strel loi - aerd there, And a min - strel
seas had crost; When the min - strel,bent and bare, When the min - strel,
=F —
Ss Sones Sooo Sc Se ama BEES ea I
loi - ter’d there, While a maid - en fair, her hands who Weaues miele
bent and bare, Diss =r4s guise threw off,z- was gay and young!
Sean, womens oan

22S
un oe
- that wall while the min - strel sung, ) “Ah ne - yer, ne - ver
was her own true love who sung, $ ?
as
Sorat ures ar a ar Se ap eR EEE ee
Pe SE ee [ee
RNR PN2—— Pe
& = Tae Saensewe S-—— ——
aa a eee Saree” been See .Sea a a Neca eran ipees
RTA ea AE
sigh, Though green leaves, green leaves die, Sum - mer. will
o= ——
=
come
ae
——_
a-
===
=
gain,
a
la
: oe
- dy
aa
=
|e
fair!
oe a
ee
Sum-mer
eee ae eS
will come
aie aa]
a =
et gain, laje=
a=
Ry
— ree
dye talale
eae
eer
THE BEE PROFFERS HONEY.

C. DIBDIN, Jun. REEVE.
Andante moder ato. ~
aS =~ »—_ =
:RSS Ssa= === ee ee
A knight of gal - lant mien, On a milk - white cour - ser
Ld
ee re Pk A Sank UN Ae ME) a con

cea a = ae Ss aN ETT sear as So
ee prea ie eee ea Pe ee ee
a Oe oe
came ; On his hat was fair la - dy’s fa - vour seen, For
an. egress c0el fae = ee

in - no - cence knows no shame. And he tapp’d at that fair la - dy’s
Bia ee oe SE, js eae Re, ee eesraneey Ju

me _# @ eee eee
=~ EF ——y
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Suen eeeSores oeFer odeer Se Sere Wnoreset
bow’r with glee; She heard, with im - pa- tience to mar ; eRe he
aN
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s¢ FairVila ride with me!’’ She an-swerdbim with her gui -
ss eee =gs = ee ee ae
- tar, So hinke ay tink; eae a tink, tink a tink ting; The 18. prot- fers
ho - ney, but bears a sting! The bee prof-fers

=e
—
honey, but
Serra ateee aes
bears a pee
A knight with a dark and scowling brow, The knight so gallant disappear’d next day,
On a coal-black steed came by ; And never was heard of more;
He heard the two lovers exchange their vow, But the sable knight made a proud display
And fury gave fire to his eye. Of the favour that gallant knight wore.
But he courteously said, ‘If you’re crost in love, The lady he woo’d, but gained no grace,
And would bear the fair lady afar, And joy from his bosom fled far ; ;
My sword and my service are yours "to prove!’ The honey of hope to guilt’s sting gave place,
But the lady, she played her guitar. And Conscience still play’d the guitar.
“‘ Tink a tink,” &. “Tink a tink,” &ec.
WHAT DHOt. Det RACE,

HANDEL.
Larghetto
PS ET A a RT OEE Fy
5 a 2 ee
State Fa ae Aa RR -F-F-o—
What tho’ trace each herb and flow’r, Thatdrinks the morn-ing dew, Did
iC fe eT ep es ES CIB suai
—— eee = SS SS See
not own Je ~- ho - vah’spow’r, How vain were all I knew, how vain, how
z = ian SET ——_—|
a eS
vain wereall I knew, how vain, how vainwereall I knew. What tho’ I
==
trace eachherb and flow’r, Thatdrinksthemorn-ing dew, Did I not own Je-ho-vah’sg
NS 2
pow’r, How vainwereall I knew, how vainwere all I knew, how vain, how vain, oo
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FINE.
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vain were all I knew, how vain were all I knew.
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beatSeepee™ pace cares SS
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Say what’sthe rest but emp - ty boast, The pe-dant’s i- dleclaim, the pe-dant’s i - dle
SS SS SS SSeS ===
claim, Who hay - ing he sub- stancelost, At - tempts to grasp a name, The
: bg —— 7
2 See
eS
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pe-dant’s i - ale claim, the pe-dant’s i- dle claim, Who hay - ine all the
‘ ie eer kk LAP Wirt ioe D.C.
—— —~ —— se === |
St SO LO AY > St : oe
sub - stance lost, attempts to grasp a name, attempts to grasp a name.
THE THREE AGES OF LOVE,

E. J. LODER.
Moderato.
1.Oh, the ear-ly time of love, When my fan-cy used to rove, From the
2, Oh, the man-ly time of love, Tho’ the face for which I strove, From _ its
a a ee
Pie :
aes Sa |oe- Se
ee
black eyes to the blue, From the ti - ny to the tall; When as
cheek hath lost a rose, From its eyes one shade of blue, Tho’ I
‘eae
ey jae Saes pa
: se Seen
2
~+_——
ma - ny girls were dear, As the days that fill the year, And the
see a fur - row now, On its mild and ma - tron brow, The
cres.
SSS
ny
ee
new - est and the young-est Was the fair - est of them all!
years thatdimmed its beau - ty, Have made it dear -. er, too.
THE THREE AGES OF LOVE.—Continued.

poco ritard. a tempo.
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a F
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When I lived but in her sight, And lay a-wake all night, Hre I
And my heart it swells with pride, To see her by my side, Or to
SSS ———S SS SS
SS es
SS —ESEE And a
met her in the green-wood, On a dew - y morn of May,
hear her sing - ing ten - der - ly, Some old and sim - ple lay, When the
fox
pass - ing rare, Was a sto - len tress of. hair Oh,
trea - sure Oh,
fire is burn - ing bright, On a stor - my win - ter night,
=< = ae ae
- ry days of youth, Oh, mer - ry days of youth, ’*Twas a
mer Ye should
days of home de - licht, Oh, days of home de - light,
$e = —— ea zs
ye could not stay, *Twas a sin ye could not _ stay!

sin
pass a@ - way, Ye should ne - ver pass a way !
ne - ver
piu_lento.
ing near, With his fore-head bleak and sere, And. his
3. But age comescreep-
Se
——4— aes = = oa
SS and shrill, When my
hea - vy, hea - vy ear, And his voice so small
2k a aaa
strengthmust dwin- dle low, Till a
—_
So long as life shall _ last, Her

man - hood’s prime be past,
Her faith - ful arm sus- tain, And our

gen - tle voice shall cheer me still, $-
vitard. i
SS SS = E
= Ssas Es
braye The part - ing of the graye!
love shall e - ven_
1 tempo. fervently.
And we shall meet a- gain, For I

For I know there’s bliss be - yond,
St wm hsSee FN
——— bliss
SS be - yond, And we shall meet a - gain.
know there’s
only thirteen years of age, was placed under the musical
EDWARD JAMES LODER (born at Bath, 1813), when so much by the teachings of that able musician, that in
instruction of Ferdinand Ries, at Frankfo rt, and profited
ed at the opening of the new English Opera-house,
the year 1834, he produced the opera Nourjahad, first perform
now the Lyceum Theatre. His finest work, The Night Dancers, produced at the Princess’s Theatre, and subsequently
beautiful air, ‘‘Wake from thy grave, Giselle!” and
reproduced at Covent Garden, and elsewhere, contains the which
some admirable concerted music. He wrote a few other lyric works, and several popular songs, amongst
and ‘‘ The Brave Old Oak.’ He was not only a fertile melodist,
may be mentioned, ‘‘ The Old House at Home,” incapacitated him from work during the nine years
but a master of harmony and orchestration, Brain disease
preceding his death, April 5, 1865.
JOHN DICES’ EDITION.|
BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND.

SHAKSPERE.
SSS
Dr ARNE, §
SS SS]
Andante con moto.
sev eae te — |= eee a
ames Es we - S-e Sa Lae esi St
— ESE 2
a= aan
1. Blow, blow thou winter wind, Thou art not so un - kind, As man’s in-gra- 4i -
=
2. Freeze, freeze
2S
thou bitter sky, Thou
ee a
dost not bite so nigh, Thou dost not bite go
- tude, As man’s in - gra - ti - tude; Thy tooth is not so

nigh keen,...... Be-cause thou art not
As. be - ne - fits for - got; Tho’ thouthe wa-ters WARD eae Thy sting is not 50
pes hod —————- ee Se |S =___.
a eee
———| —— ay
:
=n
seen,
: eee
Thy tooth is not SO keen, Be-causethouart not
sharp, Thy seen, Al - tho’ thy
sting is not sO sharp,As friends An renin
Se ee ari ses ee
not, Thy sting is
=
=z
= ee
5 =
iver Boe casey Poa
Bas
A SPW ae
ad lib.
=> = See =
a aceSs
breath be rude, Al - tho’ thy breath be TUCO, heat Al
not - tho’ thy breath be rude.
so sharp, As friends re - mem-ber’d MGteste es As friends re - mem-ber’d not.
OTe NANNY WIE T @tHOU MGA NG WI)

Dr. PERCY.
ME,
Andantino. T. CARTER,
(iS SS
Lon Nan - ny, wilt thou © gang wi’ me, Nor sigh to leave
2. Oh, Nan - ny, when thou’rt far the
a - way, Wilt thou not cast a
as Pea
Ace hae = Na Ss ee
Pp = oS
g =3 ent ae
ea ee aa
SY S a OE SeSEE AE |RNa
JOSIREEN ie
pre 9
flaunt - ing town? Can si_ + lent glens
wish
have charms for thee? The low - ly
be - hind? Say, canst thou face the parch - ing ray, Nor shrink be -
5
1a Sete eel EESe a
Se a
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p0-2_” -2 ps -———__—
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cot, and rus - tic gown? No long .- ger drest in reptibeg 0 Ph Mya sheen,
- fore the win- - try . wind? Oh, can...... No
that soft and . gen - tle mien Ex-
eoumensns <ey_a
pen ef ee oP
—— SS —— ee ———
Seoor—ances eet eleee SS
long - er deck’d wi’ jew - els rare?
- tremes Say, canstthou quit each court - ly
of hard - ship learn to bear, Nor sad re - gret each court - ly
[oa ren. a eETT a
SS ee
ae a
—
ag —
scene, Wherethou wert fair - est (6)f the fair? Say, canstthou quit
scene, Wherethou wert fair - est each
of the fair? Nor sad re - gret
ot
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court-ly scene, Wherethou wert fair - est of the fair? Where thou....... wert
fair-est, Where thou........ wert fair-est, Where

oO
thon..... wert fair - est of. the fair,
Oh, Nanny, canst thou love so true,

Through perils keen with me to £0, | And when at last thy love shall die,
Or when thy swain mishap shall rue, Wilt thou receive his parting breath,
To share with him the pang of woe ? Wilt thou repress each struggling sich,
Say, should disease or pain befall, And cheer with smiles the bed of death 2
Wilt thou assume the nurse’s eare, And wilt thou o’er his breathless clay
Nor wistful those gay scenes recall, ___Strew flowers and drop the tender tear,
Where thou wert fairest of the fair 2 Nor then regret those scenes so gay,
Where thou wert fairest of the fair 2 %
pga iee!
THE STREAMLET.
SIR H. B. DUDLEY. SHIELD.
Andante. _
SS
ee ae
|at Tia
ri e tream-let
stream- le that
a ow round
flow’d droundher cot All h
thecharms, all the sie hs ie
2. Be - lieve me, the fond silver tide Knew from whence, knew from bea i aa -
= =—. == 2
= ee ra
—¥— te = SS
Em - i- ly knew: How oft has its course beenfor - got, While it paus’d, while i
- rivyd the fair prize; For silent-ly swell - ing with pride, It ferloae er = .
—__—___—_—_—__@—__ me SS
nf aaie wave eeesire aa |

pausd her dear im - age to view ! How oft has its course been for -
- flect - ed ee o back to the skies, For, si - lent - ly swell - ing with
- got, While it paus’d, while it pausd her dear im - age to view !

pride, It re-flect - ed, re - flect - ed her back to the skies.
JESSIE, THE FLOW’R OF DUNBLANE.

TANNAHILL. R. A. SMITH.
a6
egBEALS.
Andanie.
oo
=e tp ate De
eeeR > ee Ad Nadie
Le
OSI
——a
eee a
Gard era See
The sun hasganedown on the lof - ty Ben Lo-mond, And left the red clouds to pre-
i = See eS Sy ee
———— SS a ee ee
= sim-mer glcam-iu’, To
- side o’er the scene; While . lone - ly I stray, in the caim
ee j SEs Saas oma Qe coe gs —s— =~ oe >

t Se
os a be SS? ea 22
cae Se
ena eee
the flowr
’
0
’
Dun-blane. How sweet is the briar, wi its
on sweet Jes-sie,
SS
muse
_SS saft faull- in’ blos-som, And sweet is the birk, wi’ its man -tle o green! Yet
28 oe = =e —
—~—_2— Bee et SLE ee ee Se
pasa Ss een
io es
and dear to this bo-som, Is love - ly young Jes-sie, the
sweet- er and fair-er,
=
are a ae
Se
pee age ae
es
Is love - ly young Jes - sie, is love - ly young
flow’r o’ Dun- blaze,
fen
a amen eee
- ly young Jes - Sie, the flow’r 0’ ©.Dun - biane!

Jes - sie, is love
How lost were my days till I met wi’ my Jessie!

She’s modest as ony, an’ blithe as she’s bonny, The sports o’ the city seem’d foolish and vain;
For guileless simplicity marks her its ain ;
far be the villain, divested 0’ feeling, I ne’er saw a nymph I cou’d ca’ my dear lassie,
An’
Wha’d blight in its bloom the sweet flow’r 0’ Dunblane. | Till charm’d wi’ sweet Jessie, the flow’r 0’ Dunblane.
Sing on, thou sweet mavis, thy hymn to the e’ening, Though mine were the station o’ loftiest grandeur,
dear to the echoes 0’ Calderwood glen ; Amidst its profusion I’d languish in pain,
Thou’rt
Sae dear to this bosom, sae artless and winning, Aw’ reckon as naething the height o’ its splendour,
Is charming young Jessie, the flow’r 0’ Dunblane. If wanting sweet Jessie, the flow’r 0’ Dunblane.
16, 1780, was the son of a silk-weaver, who, in

ROBERT ARCHIBALD SMITH, born at Reading, November music while at Reading, and had become au
with his family to Paisley. Robert, who had studied
1200, removed at the Abbey Church, Paisley, in 1807, and held
efficient violinist and singer, was appointed leader of the psalmody
compiled some valuable works on singing, on the national
that post for many years. He wrote several anthems, and of the Ghurch of Scotland,” a work still esteemed by
melodies of all countries , and on the ‘‘ Sacred Harmony
. Like another English composer , James Hook (father of Theodore Hook), he composed several popular
musicians Amongst these may be mentioned “ Loudon’s bonnie
songs which are commonly attributed to Scottish composers. the Flow’r of Dunblane.’ In his work “The Scottish
woods and braes,” ‘* Bonnie Mary Hay,’’ and “ Jessie,
are many of his own songs without his name. He died January 3, 1829.
Minstrel,’’ published in six volumes,
F
£3 BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
a ee a le wi ae
THERE DEWS OF NIGHT.

LORD BURGHERSH.
Allegro moderato. —
a ee — ee
a, The dews of night, in Si- lence soft des - cend - ing,

—
j
2 SCS ORE! fae eames Pare ew ee ee aa = :
= ee
ae ———
aes ; ;
pe eee
Wake to new fra - grance ev’ - ry droop - ing flow’; And the pale —
On aoe i
Ga a
—
se
eee
— eee
=
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— ——— i Sar ea
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moon, her gentle ra- diance blend +_ing, Re - veals in sil- y’ry hue each |
moon -light’sfair - est
dew !
beam - ing, Lil - la, my
ar - dent gaze shall rest on

Gs
Se
oe
eee eee
ee ae a eee
lence soft des
ev’ - ry droop-ing flow’r,... ev’ry droop - ing flow’r,... ev’ry droop-ing fra - grant flow’r.
THE ROAD be Cok ero

E. FITZBALL. G. H. B. RODWELL.
Allegro ma non troppo.
Dee U LS =56i ee LS aeay a ———_—— : pag
RN Res to ie a
Sp es = Soa a REN IRE oo = [—- = 9
a at ee == ==
Hur - rah, o’er Houn- slow Heath to roam,...... Hur-rah, for the ath S. sy
Ss 7
— SS
CS SRO DamMaa enn eee
hour, When the moon looks pale from her LOL ee GY, CLOMeGs eee As a
a
_: —_—_—_——
es 22 ae
=
— —— LTE
=
Sonata Goes—y a a ay == es ie = sere: -
maid from a bat - tle tow’r. When sparks of fire from my cour 2 ser’s
sound of wheels I greet, And the dis - tant sound of wheels I ereet.
ree as a eee ass Bhs ok - <<.
—- +s =e a= 2
= = a ——--——* VE Gales ie te Se
mbes SSS ——
Then, hur. rah, hur-rah, for the road! Hur - Tah, Saye: ecg eee ae for the -Jroad,oe. as hur
BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. fen)3
THE ROAD! THE ROAD !—Continued.
EE a
UD Eo nec SAG bain itOttnae CR COCRESEER TA Hurts rah. hurewrahy hur = rah,
=
hurw-srahie sian Lome the
cadenza.
. > eee ae = Ea VEN ON > FINE,
| Be See eS Seae eS
=a oS eo ee Sa, 2 en pe ee ee
i HOA aeELUIN TT= AeTAD vessepsccscescoae skye Kishen Byorskels Jahohe ee Wet RaaRRaARBRBRRE
SA An. tor* the. road!
—S SS Stop, stop’s the

A
word all
SS
dread, all dread

ee to
es
hear, Your gold and your gems re-
ae FSTEAOUETS9. Whenwmy pis - tol’s cock’d,and my ‘look se - vere, For a des-p’ratelife is

Ee two} LL A ete epee
=
ae cieet SY
=
a ee ae ee es :
ei95—
2 aS
coe Pah
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mine, For &-—des-p rate-life neva
nea sscee is mine, How la - - - dies scream, how with
S22 = SS
Sao eee
Fa Re
eS ae a ee Sm
rage..... Rr a a men glow, Whiletheir pur - ses, their pur - ses I un -
(SS :
7 ee - ¥
- load, Then I cry goodnight, with a smile and a_ bow,...... . I cry good night, with a
AL SEGNO.
smile and a bow, with a smile and
What mirth at jo . vial _house...... of call, O’er wine-cup our deeds to
ee
SS
3a Sa eee
eee
=e
re
an eae Sse
Laser
> Wee Fe eS Ae
tell ; To for-get, one day, wemust pay for all,....... To for-get, one
—_
ae eaa
——_<---— — )——_———,
ae
=o _ === —= eo
Se
day, wemust pay for all, Andswing high to the dis - mal __ bell,........ And swing
= ee
Sir mena Reais
Aasse ence oes Se ae aE ers
—— ay, SS
high to the dis - mal? bells enc Re - morse, too late, This des- pi - - sed
=3 eee ——
heart Whywith dun- geon fet- ters bode? With cour-age I’ve-liv’d, so with life Ill part, With
Ses Se ee eee
DAL SEGNO AL FINE.
cour-age I’ve liv’d, so with life Il part!Thenhur - rah, hur-rah, for the road!
GEORGE HERBERT BONAPARTE RODWELL, born in London, November 15, 1800, was the son of Thomas
Rodwell, manager and musical director of the Adelphi Theatre. In both capacities the younger Rodwell succeeded
his father, on the death of the latter in 1825, and during the following ten years wrote for the Adelphi Theatre the
music of many operettas and dramatic pieces, amongst which may be cited, The Bottle Imp, and Jack Sheppard. In
1834, he produced The Lord of the Isles, and in 1835 (at Covent Garden), Paul Clifford, which contains the famous
tenor song, ‘The Road! the Road!” and other effective solos. He also wrote the farce, My Wife’s Out, and many
other dramatic works, His musical compositions are distinguished by strikingly original and characteristic melody,
combined with well-written harmory and skilful orchestration. Died in London, January 22, 1852, and was buried
in Brompton Cemetery.
Bt BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPUSEHRS.
ALL: THINGS -LOVES-THEEsO DOT:

C. E. HORN.
Allegro moderato.
. —— = a eemeow
ees ee, ee
1. Gen - tle waves u - on the deep, Mur - mur soft when

2. When thou wak’st the sea will pour Trea - sures for thee
eee
ee thou dost
Mipenenatis
warsrss air
sleep; Lit - tle birds up on the _ tree, Sing their

to the shore; And the earth, in plant and tree, Bring forth
wiase
eSiee = pena
Pagers haat ES Exner
ee
a o— ; amen WaT _@ ESE
sweet - est songs for thee, their sweet - est songs for thee;
fruit and flow’rs for thee, bring fruit and flowrs for thee;
: aoe
SS eS ooSag arsEe ee a
a =f Sea ee
Cool - ing gales with voi - ces ae In the _ tree - tops gent - ly blow;
ae the glo - rious stars a - bove, Shine on thee like trust - ing love;
=,
=S=s=75
=e == =e
SSS —— a fac
When thon dost slumbers tae All things love thee,
ad lib. ys
o eas Sa ae =a = eee a eee Pare

When thou dost in slum -bers hie, All things love thee, so do T!
ROCK’D IN THE CRADLE. OF -EHE DEEP:

Mrs. WILLARD. J. P. KNIGHT,
Slowly, and with expression.
eee
—— ses we
eee VpSTESy
ee ee
a
ake Booka in the cra-dle of the deep, I lay me down in peace to
2. And = such the trust that still were mine, Tho’ stor- gene winds sweepo’er the
Nes ae a
——
re Se ee
= 2a aie eee See
ear 22a) eS SS
sleep; Se - cure rest up-on the wave, For Thou, oh, Lord, hast pow -er
brine; Or _ tho’ the tem-pest’s fie - ry breath Rous’dme from slum - ber to wreck &
._—_—— S22 —<$<$<= ———
Pie 8 Z i a —=s=
Ss oa =
a a a ae ee a REAGAN ak a =
save! 1 aoe Thouwilt not slight my call, For Thou dost mark Ss sparrow’s fall;‘} ny a
death! In o - ceancaye, still safe with Thee, The germ of im- mor-ta-li - ty! ie:
= te : “1
calm and peace-ful shall I UKEXS) pace ive Rock’d in the cra-dle of the deep, And
oS
=
—— oe WE Sa | =
calm and peace-ful shall I sleep, Rock’d in the cra-dle of the deep.
JOSEPH PHILIP KNIGHT, composer of many of our most popular melodies, was born July 26, 1812, at
Bradford-on-Avon, at the Vicarage of his father, the Rey. Francis Knight, D.D. At an early age he showed great
aptitude for music, and when sixteen years old was placed under the tuition of Mr. Cor fe, organist of Bristol Cathe-
dral. At the age of twenty, he published a set of six songs, one of which, ‘‘ Go, forget me,’ became popular, not
only in England, bat on the Continent. He subsequently collaborated with Haynes Bayly in the production of
** She wore a wreath of roses,’’ ‘‘ Of what is the old man thinking,’ and many other songs well worthy of the great
popularity they attained. In 1839, he visited the United States of America, where he remained two years, and _pro-
duced his “ Rocked in the cradle of the deep,’ and other songs. Two years later, he produced, in England, the
famous song, ‘*‘ Beautiful Venice,” written by J. E. Carpenter. ‘He also collaborated with Thomas Moore, and the
Hon. Mrs. Norton, whose poem, ‘‘The Dream,” set by him to music, became widely popular. subsequently He was
ordained by Dr. Philpotts, Bishop of Exeter, to the charge of St. Agnes, in the Scilly Islands. Upon his marriage,
which took place a few years later, he resided for several years on the Continent. Since his return to England,
some fifteen years back, he has produced “Queen of the silver bow,” and other vocal works worthy of admiration.
Endowed by nature with a fertile vein of melody, his natural gifts have been developed by cultivation, and his works
are no less admired by musicians than by amateurs,
BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. 4 te65
THE HEART SHOULD BE HAPPY.

DIBDIN. 4 REEVE.
Allegretto. : beds ale ——— oo
p = cae tease nanan
io vd vd
1. How gai - ly the lin - net sings, perch’'d on the thorn, And careless - ly
2. The in - no-cent lamb light - ly frisks o’er the lawn, While the wolf in dark
——— —se—-- oe 2
I
I! e
Sera Z ee | cat Aa :
pecks the red
ber - ry, An em - blem for man To read if he can, That
co - vert will
pe ae From guil - ty dis-may, He shuns the bright day—And
ad li ° oN
\ —— a ree = SSS:= = a
; Ae : Ss ea S$
63 oe A ee Se ee
a while by no bad deed the con-science is torn, The heart may be hap-py and
when with re- morse the foul con-science is torn, No heart can be happy or
CRE SEE ARN ae
————— Sih OS ae
SSS
———= Se
ee ee ee eee
ee eee
mer - ry, and mer - ry, The heart may be happy and mer - ry.
mer - ry, or mer - ry, No heart can be happy or mer + ry.
DUNOIS. Luke YOUNG, AND ]BRAVE;

( Partant pour la Syrie.)
SIR WALTER SCOTT. QUEEN HORTENSE.
Andantino.
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PER el SS Te TTS =e
eh 7
tbe he was Du-nois, the young and brave, was bound for Pal - es - tine; But
2. His oath of honour, on the shrine, he graved it with his sword, And
first he made his OLE- welea) CONS ew at sOre tee May = Ty's shrine; And
fol - low’d to the Ho - ly Land ~ the ban - ner of his lord; Where,
= = eeeee
=e
“Grant, im - mor - tal Queen was
of Heav’n,’’ still the sol - dier’s pray, ‘' That
faith - ful to his no - ble vyow, his war - cry fill’d — the air, ‘* Be
ae
5 esol ree Or eee Fossee
rsa Saree Si
I may prove the brav - est knight, and love the fair - est fair! That
ho - nour’d, aye, the brav - est knight! be - lov’d, the fair - est fair ! Be
rove =n —_-———
a ee ae]
== a Se
——
——
5 2 C (Se
i may prove the bray - est knight, and love the fair - est fair !”’
ho - nour’d, aye, the bray - est knight, be - lov’d, the fair - est fair !’’
They owed the conquest to his arm, and then his liege-lord said,
«‘ The heart that has for honour beat, by bliss must be repaid.
My danghter Isabel and thou shall be a wedded pair,
For thou art bravest of the brave; she, fairest of the fair !
And then they bound the holy knot, before St. Mary’s shrine,
That makes a Paradise on earth, if hands aud hearts combine.
And every lord and lady bright that were in chapel there,
Cried ‘‘ Honoured be the bravest knight; beloved the fairest fair |”
THE QUEEN HORTENSE (Eugénie de Beauharnais, daughter of the Empress Josephine), best known as
‘‘La Reine Hortense,” was born in Paris, April 10, 1783, and died at Viry, October 5, 1837. . She was for a time
Queen of Holland, where—at Utrecht, in the year 1807—she is said to have composed the words and music of the
song ‘‘ Partant pour la Syrie,” which subsequently, under the tyranny of the Bonapartes, became the national air
of France; superseding for a time the immortal ‘‘ Marseillaise.’”” It is doubtful, however, whether she was really
the composer of the melody which under her name became so widely popular. Her secretary, from the year 1807 te
1810, was the famous flute-player, Drouet,—a clever musician—who confessed that he had “put the melody into
shape for the Queen,’’ and who was probably the real author of all that is valuable in the music, seeing that the
reputed author was ignorant of musical notation and the elements of harmony, and was of such defective morality
that her testimony on any subject must be considered valueless. The celebrated melody must, however, remain.
associated with her name, for want of positive evidence as to the right of Drouet to be considered its author,
es BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPUSERS.
LOVELY NAN.
Worps AaNp Music By C. DIBDIN.
Andante.
ne Bok
RR wl ES a eee — }
a ee = ee
is . the ship, that un - der sail, Spreads her - white bo - som
1. Sweet
2, The nee - dle faith - ful to the north, To show of con - stan -
e
Soe —— eee —= ———€
SS Sg Sr
to the gale; Sweet, oh, sweet’s the flow-ing can, Sweet, oh, sweet’s the
- cy the worth, A cu -. rious les -. son teach-es man, A cu - rious les - son
a
pete 35 cer
flow - ing
Sear
can; Sweet
Sige.
to poise
es —-o—_
the
2
la-b’ring oar That tugs
eo
us
Sg
to our
Oe
teach - es man; The nee - dle time may rust, a squall Cap - size the bin - na -
SEITE ERE ——— = =

Seer eee a —-_-_— =e =——-= z
na - tive shore, When the boat - swain pipes, the barge to man, When the
- cle and all, Let sea - man - ship do all it can, Let
—_—$———— ————_ ,- —. ———,
boat -swain pipes, the barge to man; Sweet sail - ing with a fav’ - ring
sea - man- ship do all it can ; My love in worth shall high - er
— ee
—
= Spooe ane (ae |= 33
aS
Se aSee — Se =a ga i
breeze; But, oh, much sweet - er than all these, But, oh, much sweet - er :
shall rust, nor squalls cap - size, Nor time shall rust, nor
|
rise! Nor time
(SSS SS than
— —
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all
=——
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de -
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light, his
ase
love - ly
a
Nan.
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squalls cap - size, My faith and truth to love - ly Nan.
When in the bilboes I was penn’d I love my duty, love my friend,

For serving of a worthless friend, Love truth and merit to defend,
And ey’ry creature from me ran; To moan their loss who hazard ran;
No ship performing quarantine I love to take an honest part,
Was ever so deserted seen. Love beauty with a spotless heart,
None hail’d me, woman, child, nor man; By manners love to show the man.
But though false friendship’s sails were furl’d, To sail through life by honour’s breeze :
Though cut adrift by all the world, *Twas all along of loving these
I'd all the world in lovely Nan. First made me doat on lovely Nan.
OH BID. YOUR? FAITH FUL--ARTE Laake

TY ENG EDY.<
Allegro moderato. —_
as E ie
som
er =
=
iano rar are
ef. bs
Oh, bid your faith - f al A - riel fly, Mom bie seeate ee . thest
: Sea
fea Seepaeraaaa ORre —— a
——— ta Soe a ee eee
In - dian sky, And then at thy a-fresh com-mand, Ill tra - - -
Sia
=a
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SSS ne-versleep, I like mor-tals ne-versleep,

SS a I likemor-tals ne-versleep, I like mor - =

bid your faith - ful A - riel fly, Tomthesetar <= -) a. ethest ine s-secism
Oh,
2
— afi
Bb! =a ——
—— | =ee
Pee ER
eee ST [i a par eer es
sky, And then at thy a - fresh com - mand, Vu tra-verse o'er the
6 oe SS
ae fe Fo
PTFE
sil - ver strand, Ill tra - verse o’er the sil - ver strand. ’ll climb the moun-tains,
Ss SS Se =
—_— se Ses en ee Sas as
77a a
— ines ae mene sea
plunge the deep, I'll climb the moun-tains, plunge the deep. I like mor - tals
a
= = SS SS ee Rea
I like
ial
mor - tals
Sl
ne - ver
ae ead
sleep, I like * “mor=)

—
= =
oater ea Si
ne - ver sleep,
SS e
aaa igsepOar
tr FINE.
= = — 3-2 @- —___ —— s
4 & 3 : = Es - : - - - - - : - tals. me - ver sleep.
Tll do your task, What-e’er it be, Not with ill - will, But
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mer-ri-ly, mer-ri-ly, mer-ri-ly, But mer-ri- ly, mer-ri-ly, mer-ri-ly, What-
- eer it be : Not with ill - will, But mer-ri-ly, mer-ri-ly, mer-ri-ly, mer-ri- ly,
—_—— ——-—
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a
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Not with ill - will, What e’er it be, Not with ill - will,
re
AL SEGNO.
mer-ri-ly, But mer-ri-ly, mer-ri- ly, mer-ri-ly, But mer-ri-ly, mer-ri-ly, mer-ri-ly, mer-ri-ly.
THOMAS LINLEY, who occupies a high place amongst English composers, was born at Wells, Somersetshire.
The exact date of his birth is unknown, but he is supposed to have been born in the year 1725. His earliest teacher
of music was Chilcot, a sound musician, organist of Bath Abbey Church. He subsequently studied under Paradies,
a favourite pupil of the famous Porpora, the rival of Handel and teacher of Haydn. Under his instruction, Linley
became a thorough master of harmony, thoroughbass, and orchestration, and also of the Italian school cf vocalisa-
tion. He resided at Bath for many years (he is frequently spoken of as ‘* Linley of Bath’’), and became eminent
as a teacher of singing, and also asa concert-giver. Under his teaching, his daughter Eliza Ann, afterwards the
wife of Richard Brinsley Sheridan, became the most popular vocalist of her time, but retired from the musical pro-
fession on her marriage. His second and third daughters—and still more notably his son Thomas Linley, the
friend of Mozart—exhibited the successful results of his admirable teaching. In 1774, he settled in London, and in
the following year wrote a number of beautiful melodies for Sheridan’s opera The Duenna, In addition to a number
of successful operatic works, Linley wrote many detached songs, cantatas, glees, and madrigals; amongst the
latter being the perennialty-popular five-part madrigal, ‘Let me, careless and unthinking lying.” He died, .
November 19, 1795, and was buried in Wells Cathedral.
I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER.
Andantino. _
Mxs. E. FITZGERALD.
Sao a oe == ———==
re - Ceeoe re - mem - ber “Ho

How my child-hood fleet - ed __ by,
mirth of its De - cem- ber, And _ the warmth of its Oi Ma ly On ay
24S Sages
paras ——1— _ esi ees AREAS, ot = =
brow, love, on my BO love, There are no signs of care, But ‘ my
=|— ib. oN tempo.
== ee= —— eee =e
plea - sures are Ba: now, love, What child - hood’s plea - sures were; I re -
oma
SSESSS
= Sec) eee
See <
astro asa ope oe iO eee en ee
- mem - ber, I re - mem- ber How my child - hood fieet - ed by, The
——*— o>? — aes ee aee —
eae ae Se ee ait ERS he =e 9 seg
mirh of its De - cem - ber, And the warmth of its Ju - Iy.
Then the bowers, then the bowers, I was merry, I was merry,
Were as blithe as blithe could be, When my little lovers came,
And all their radiant flowers, With a lily or a cherry,
Were coronals for me; Or a new invented game;
Gems to-night, love, gems to-night, love, Now I’ve you, love, now I’ve you, love,
Are gleaming in my hair, To kneel before me there,
But they are not half so bright, love, But you know you're not so tr ne, love,
As childhood’s roses were. As childhood’s lovers were.
I remember, &c. I remember, &c.
THE SAPLING OAK.

Andantino. ~
STORACE.
oth bal oyBites “absiee r
——
ees eae =a 2: ee
= ==
The sap ict
- Aarelost in the dell, Where eg gled rakes its bean - ties
=
shoot Te - pel, Droops hope - less o’er’ th’ex -
4
,
haust - ed soil, Droops hope-less o’er th’ ex- haust - ed
a oe
= ek == aes
SOU Ways etines cmensers hope - less

— 4
[aS = : =
o'er th’ ex-haust - ed soil. At length the wood - man clears a- round, Wher-
SS — we
== —
ee
— gs — 2—
- _@er the nox-ious thick - Ls spread; And high re - vi - ying o’er the ground, Ths
fo - rest’s mo - narch lifts his head. At length the wood-man _ clears a - round, Wher -
SSS 6 cr es nox - ious

SS thick - ets spread; And high TOia =) pve cemeeeanloS
2) ty tA DICKS’
m4 EDITION. ]
over the
fo - rest mo - narch his head; And high re- vi - ving o’er the ground, The
———
fo - rest mo- narch lifts his head, The forest mo-narch lifts his head.
THE TEAR.
HENRY HERSEE. F. KUCKEN.
Molto espressione. cres. aim. cres.
FS SF 65=—=— aaa SSS
= er = ee ee
Or Rea ET Reka eae aT en A Sap ted Saver eare 5PSR glog TR
here, a long, long year ye es eda We
1. ’Twas
oa We meet eh le oferty, to part no more ! And,
A cres
ee ee Neen ey ee ee
——_—————————
: :— = —~
a nyEe ———
aS aR AS ee
SNA
EES EPR
part - - ed, you and I; And while our lov - - ing
ing with de - light, Re - call, as cne re -
thrill -~- -
poco animato e cres. A ie 3 f ten.
eee ee Ea pa ERs =a f= soa
ee
ae
<— e——_ .—_ |—_o __o_ o_o 5 = a
=
we pledged, A tear be- dim’d your eye, A tear be -
SEOUL eres secer.
nces oe
mae CA Setes sete dream, That tear - ful ae - ing night, That tear - ful
UP ps, ae
Say FE RE OE Ca A aN LS Pa
(Saisie EEE, STs a. MA PUM
oan SS. SS Se Sawa
Ja2==
- dim’d = your eye. Since then, I’ve oft, with beat - ing heart,
part - ing night, Whendown your cheek the tear - drop fell,
25 =
pee : sempre Cres. aa cy
f=
é Ceili ive it 04 esa elie:
se AS coer lt Sees er ss
:
: = ' { et SEE os
your im-age,your im - age dear, And mem - ’ry fond - ly

pic - tur’ad can
to mem-’ry, to mem - ’ry dear. Ah! me - ver, love,
e - ver
That tremb - ling, lov = ing tear! And

has re - call’d
That tremb - ling, lov - ing tear! Ah!
I for - get,
dolore. = itary
s— je? — 0-H =e Saye as Seer a. a ee Se
=< = iesace eee a
os ene ——-
a Se ee z eetes
- ly has Te) = Call.d, aythat tremb - ling, lov + ing
mem - “ry fond
can I for - get, That tremb - ling, lov - ing
ne - ver, love,
: dolce. A ritenuto. tempo. a Ds
| rare l
tempo.
E MAS ee ap ieee Sorre
pee
a
ee
eees
e
eee
e 3
os.
———
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———- eo
A
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tear !
ee
That tremb - ling lov - ing tear !
That tremb - ling lov - ing tear!
tear !
Hanover, and studied music at

FREDERICK WILHELM KUCKEN was born November 16, 1810, at Bleekede, he studied counterpoint under
Schwerin, under Liirss and Aron. He subsequently proceeded to Berlin, where
Birnbach, and soon became famous as a song-writer. He also wrote for the operatic stage, and although none of
nach der Schweiz (The flight to Switzerland),
his operatic works have been heard in England, his opera Die Flucht in 18147, at Stuttgart, were for a long
produced at Berlin in 1839, and also Der Pritendent (The Pretender), produced his fame
time popular in Germany. He has also composed works for the pianoforte, violin, violoncello, &c., but
“ Trab, trab,”’ ‘“‘ The Tear,’ &c.,—
rests chiefly on his charming songs; many of which—* When the Swallows,” rich vein of melody, but is a sound
have long been popular in England, and elsewhere. He is not only gifted with a
to the effect of his yocal compositions,
musician, and his admirable pianoforte accompaniments add greatly
JOBN DICES’ EDITION.]
THE BLOOM IS ON THE RYE.

(My pretty Jane.)
EDWARD FITZBALL,
Sir H. R. BISHOP.
a
Andantino con espressione, non tro ppe lento.
1. My pret - ty Jane, my pret- ty

SSS Jane seen A ney - er,
Se
2. But name the day, the never look go
wed - dine day ae And Poo wilk”. -buyicn.neee the :
——_——_ - - <=
—— ee eee - —— ee, on
:
ee Se =
ee ee ee eee. ———
shy, But meet me, meet me
ring ; in the ev’ - - ning, While
The lads and maids in
the
fa - yours white, The -
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eS
S
SO ————“—
e —————+? =—.-
ee ——
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= $n, —$
= o e Sade ons ieee eeee ee

bloom is
ee
ON ieracedoieoes the V.Osceneave
village bells, the vil - lage bells shall Bing... a
. . °
The SPE) 8 2 ee ning
a va ea iran
ee
(ei Cee peer
ee eee ee
Se
fast, my love, The corn is in the ear, The
SS
sum-mer nights are
com - ing, love, The moon shines bright and clear; Then pret - ty Jane, my
\ / o\
—-ineae, Demeter,Eo
ie
SSL eel
pes =
SS
as
Sa
Sar
ee
ae gg oy
fa 3
—_;-—_
dear - est Jane, Ah, never look so shy, But meet me, meet me
fN f™ oN in the
== SS a
Ses —- ij PA le
——
Y
ev’ - ning, While the bloom is
SAID A SMILE TO A TEAR.

J. KENNEY.
Andante. mf BRAHAM.
D — ———————
— a Ss =
ed ==, Se SE—Y ore ee —_——_3—_¥ Se
Said =
a smile to a tear Ps On the ee of my dear, Which
beam’d like the
(ey
fo
Sea ee es 2. 3
may oe —s as ! =o ES airy Seo
—<__-——_ = ———————————— §
3-3 = ae BERN ace) r ny wees ae
tear, On the cheek of my dear,
pee ee AE as
Which beam’d like the sun in
==SS
spring ;
SSS Se = fee eee ‘
wea - ther, WS Bak sooth, love - ly tear, It
ee=
strange doth ap - pear, That
9
— a
ee ee oe
: =
SS = =| a
— rr = a
we should be both here
j
to -geth - er, to - geth- er,
~ -@- 10 lib, to « %
ATT, ecm ee ee x
————
a
e geth - er, That we should be both here =to . geth - er.’
**T came from the heart,
A soft balm to impart, **Oh, then,”’ said the tear,
' “Sweet smile, it is clear,
To yonder sad daughter of grief gerd
** And I,”’ said the smile, We’re twins, and soft pity’s our mother ;
} Pes?
Since you gave the poor mourner relief, Which together we grace,

OLD. TOWLER.
SHIELD.
Allegro con anima,
Set edie NT SS _— ——_—.
sss
=»
—_
eee
Bright chan - ti - cleer pro - claims the dawn, And span - gles deck the —
eS 2S 2 SS ee —# yaa
5 er es Ce
ee Ue See Scene ae
pa ee eee —— ee eg
——— ay ———— jimmie IE lo ad ot ieeeoe
thorn ; The low - ing herds now quit the lawn, The lark springs
——= as a
——
the win - dow throng, Fleet
their song, This day
for - ward, hark for - ward, tan -
ome blvauene. vse! With -.a hey, ho, chi - vy! Hark for - ward, hark
p
SS
for - ward, tan .- - ti ew vy! Hark for - ward, hark for - ward, hark
Sa
So
for - ward,
See SSee
hark
ees] SS
Soa SS
ee
SS
for
a a
- ward, tan -
ee ti - vy; tan
ee
ee
- ti -
==
ee
vy!
= =p Se Se
Py eo ess
Hark, hark for - ward, hark for - ward, tan - ti - vy! ANA Ean
es
==
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==
as
ee
ee ee ee
ee
es
C e- FES
- rise, the bur - then of their song, This day f Be stag must die, This
ad lib.
= ——_,- —~@_+ po —_,——- =>
=< 2 eee a SS — |=
(ae Se ‘a So —
day a stag must die, This day a stag must die,
The cordial takes its merry round, Poor stag, the dogs thy haunches gore,
The laugh and joke prevail ; The tears run down thy face;
The huntsman blows a jovial sound, The huntsman’s pleasure is no more,
The dogs snuff up the gale: His joys were in the chase.
The upland winds they sweep along, Alike the sportsmen of the town,
O’er fields, through brakes they fly ; The virgin game in view,
The game is rous’d, too true the song, Are full content to run them down,
This day a stag must die, Then they in turn pursue.
With a hey, ho, &c. | With a hey, ho, &c.
WILLIAM SHIELD, born, 1748, at Smallwell, Durham, was the son of a singing-master, from whom he learned
the rudiments of music, After his father’s death, 1757, he studied under Avison, and while in his teens became
leader of the theatre and concerts at Scarborough. Here he composed his first important work—an anthem for
the opening of a church at Sunderland, His excellence as a violin player led to his engagement, 1772, in the opera
band at the King’s Theatre, London, and in the following year he was appointed principal viola; a post which he
held for eighteen years. In 1778, his Flitch of Bacon was produced at the Haymarket, and led to his engagement as
composer at Covent Garden. During the succeeding sixteen years he composed for that establishment a number
of operas and other lyric works, amongst which may be cited Rosina, Robin Hood, Aladdin, The Woodman, Hartford
Bridge, &e. He has left us a number of beautiful songs, most of which retain their popularity. He died in London,
| January 25, 1829, and lies buried in the South Cloister of Westminster Abbey.
92 BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST
ee eee Ses
COMPOSERS.
<. SS a os =
COME, LIVE WITH ME, AND BE MY LOVE,

C, MARLOWE.
Andante con moto e grazioso. — Sir H. R. BISHOP. _
a =
+e — ; SS 625 . =|
1. Come live with me, and DG eres een my love, And we will all
2. Come live with me, and DEL Greist fas My the
wedear, And we will revel, will
= 3
—=—
3
= ne ————
3
=
oY We id
=e ——
Ie Saa
s ee
= ae aeecey
SS ——— = =
plea, =| -" ‘sures prove, That hills

re and val - ley, dale and
- yel all the year In plains and groves, on hills and
a Rat ok 5
so
A sostenuto.
SS
—s —--—— ~
——
—- a ——— — ay ———- ——______. _—_—_
TT ag Et SE SS Te <e <a —_-———

field, And alla the crag - gy
dales,
moun - tains yield ; There will we
Where fragrant air breathes sweet - est gales, There shall you
ok
=
Se
ee=
, eee 3
= Is SS =e
seo
sit mp-on_ the rocks, And see
have the bea
the shep-herds feed their flocks ;
- teous
u pine, The ce = dar and the spread
ing vine! The
S
oh
eee 1 ee manera
There will I make thee beds of

birds ro - ses, With a thou - sand fra - grant
with heav’n - ly tu - ned throats
ae ee Pos - sess wood @ - choes
Sra
i aan slentando.
Se
———
ee
==
ee
= se 5 a eee
s —— [_
er 5
aan AON Lue these de-lightsthy mind may move, If these de- lightsthy mind may
é ues = = lib. , a tempo Imo, — a — a =A
= |
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See o—_f_
= Las
Sp a
TNLOVOSTM RRIe a ceeaeee nn sacen sein. sto Then live with me and be my
love, and be my love, and
DRINK TO ME ONLY WITH THINE EYES.

BEN JONSON. ;
Andantino. TRADITIONAL.
fi a =
i o_o. a or = SS os
—4 #
Se ;
1 Drink to’ me) *on = ly with thine
2. eyes And I will pledge with mine,
I sent thee late a ro - sy wreath, Not so much hon - ’ring thee
Git
SS
e Sess =n“poem
"emai Fiaemeamiees runes <j S SS = —— Se S S
ES Evry setae weg a a
Se = reer = ——
Or leave a kiss with - in the
As cup, And T’ll not ask for Wine;
giv-ing it a hope that there The
It could not wi - ther’d
Lf aR be;
= Se Tod Wo eae But
$$ pl
ea
e ee
— >_> 2
ae
thirst that from the soul doth rise, Doth
thou there-on ask a drink di .- vine,
didst ou - ly breathe, And sent’st
tt it hack to me,
SSS
cres pee __ ae
a ad
Se
Se —_—__..O
= ea
But might I of Jove’s nee - tar
Since when sip, I would notchange for thine.
it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of it - self, but thee,
BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPUSERS. 93
BY DIMPLED BROOK.
MILTON. Dr. ARNE.
Andante con moto.
~~
By dim - pled brook and = foun - tain brim, The wood-nymphs deck’d with
SSS
:
a. a
ame Ree
SS Se Zire
= rae
———|
i a
fen — SaalSan tne oan wean
AMES
=
i
dai - sies trim, Their mer- ry, mer-ry wakes and pas - times keep, What has
ae SE Se ee ——__<— 2 ei. —— aay = eared
——— 7 ee ee eae eee Saarnm
mermnaned os
- ia TOT
ae mrs rere SaaS a
“SS
night to do _ with sleep? What has night to do with sleep P
Nighs has bet - ter sweets to prove, Let us

ee Sa oe oe ge
Se eee
through brightgar - dens rove; Haste, and now the dance be - g gin, Ere 8gau - dy
S
—SSS ==SSS Ba
—
SS
SSS
a ad lib. fA ~
Saas Gato a —s any eivmen ssuninahanes dieses a
day - light dares break 1 LCG eeeal e Cy: - light dares break
day in.
TOM STARBOARD.
J. MAZZINGHI.
In moderate time.
SS SS eeee See
2222 ommiee Se ee
Tom Star- board was a lo - ver trae, As brave a tar as Cyaan Cr
sai’d; The du - ties a - blest seamen do Tom did, and ne - ver yet had
[= a ee ee Sa es
fail’d. But wreck’d, as he was home - ward bound, With
ae es —+-—— —-~——* Us
ae he eee ee Oe ee aE
= gil a league of Eng - land’s coast, Love sayv'd him sure from be - ing
———— se eee re
eens aa ued Sippel AOS
drown’d, For all the crew but Tom were lost.
His strength restored, Tom hied with speed, In fight Tom Starboard knew no fear,
True to his love as e’er was man ; Nay, when he’d lost an arm,—resign’d,
Nought had he saved, nought did he need, Said—Love for his Nan, his only dear,
Rich he, in thought of lovely Nan. Had sav’d his life, and fate was kind,
But scarce five miles poor Tom had got, The war being ended, Tom return’d,
When he was press’d—he heav’d a sigh, His lost limb serv’d him for a joke,
And said, tho’ cruel was his lot, For still his manly bosom burn’d
Ere flinch from duty, he would die. With love, his heart was heart of oak.
JOSEPH MAZZINGHI, descended from a Corsican family, was born in London, 1765, studied music under
John Christian Bach, and at the early age of ten, became organist at the Portuguese chapel. He afterwards
studied under Sacchini and other masters, and in 1784, was appointed musical director and composer at the
King’s Theatre, where he produced two operas. For the English lyric stage he composed a number of operatic
works, including Lhe Turnpike Gate, Paul and Virginia, The Chains of the Heart, &c., which attained great popu-
larity. He also wrote the pastoral glee, * Tell me, Shepherds,’’ and many others which are still admired, besides a
“number of detached songs and hymns, and a mass for three voices. He wrote many sonatas and other works for
the pianoforte, and was music-master to the Princess of Wales, afterwards Queen Caroline. He died at Bath,
January 15, 1844.
o4 BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
Allegretto giocoso. OLD ENGLISH.

ee
—— —| — 3
= [pases eS te saten| ieee
“o- a eo.
Sen er Beer eee ee a re ieee Oe
1. Come lass - es and lads, get leave of your dads, And a .« way
2. You're out, says Dick, not to the
iy says Nick, ’Twas the fid - dler
cres.
May - pole Pama

hie, For CY ic MecT yaaa alpaca) =
play’d it wrong, sweet - heart there, Andthe
Tis true, says Hugh, and so says Sue, And
cres
ae =
a —- =
fid - dler’s stand - ing by,
BO says For Wil - ly shall dance with
Ovens ry one; The fid - dler then be -
cres
= femests), Ea eas ;
a ee = eer me
ae ———
= —2—
es
John-ny has got his Joan,
play the To trip it,
tune p 2 6 = gain, And CY -tn ary,
Sen. Bee ieee Seer ae —_ — — eS
TaD Sav eg a A a ee
trip it, trip it, trip it,
girl Trip it up and down; To
did trip it, trip it, Trip j
it to the men ; And ¥
=a yp cres.
pe eeee egies Seon Nyae 4
=> oe ———
=z ee
= —— = or == i
trip it, trip
—— ‘
it, trip it, trip it, Trip
CVyee- crys cir! did
it up and down. -
trip it, trip it, Trip it to the men. ;
Then after an hour they went to a bow’r,
And play’d for ale and cakes ;
Good-night, says Harry, good-night, says Mary,
And kisses too,—until they were due, Good-night, says Poll to John;
Gocd-night, says Sue to her sweetheart Hugh,
The lasses held the stakes. Good-night, says ev’ry one.
The girls did then begin Some walk’d and some did run, :
To quarrel with the men, a
And bade them take their kisses back, Some loiter’d on the way,
And give them their own again. And bound themselves by kisses twelve,
| To meet the next holiday.
Ey
PRIMROSES DECK THE BANK'S GREEN SIDE,
q me
8: Moderato. T, LINLEY.
———————
HHH |
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Hii
——| ae pest = Ft
-
Prim - ro - ses deck the bank’s green side, Cow - slips en - rich the
a
——,
————
—~-, oh
=
ee
— === —_——.
val - ley, The black - bird war - bles to his bride, Let’s range
-
_ the
—_ >a 2} 2 ———— ==
ate need
SS
mre =
=e eee mes =e ine a ee ee tae oer ee
fields, my An - nie, Let’s range the fields, my An” s-" Sie:
The devious path our steps shall bring To yon - der hap - py grove,
To yon - der hap - py grove,

st Where night - in - gales de - light - ed
a acs, hae ag =— re =
ad lib.
ms 3
==
ig en t
rw F
!
or
sing, And ze - phyrs whis = per LOVES, saree And ze - phyrs whisper love.......
i
PRIMROSES DECK THE BANK’S GREEN SIDE.—Continued.
SS With sweet-est flowrs a wreath

SS ors
I’ll twine, To bind cut mo - dest brow of
thine ; My
a eee
love shall tee - are And epee <a
god - dess of the year, And crown thee rey- dess pe ale he year,
UNDER THE WALNUT TREE.
r. = SSS
GEORGE LINLEY.
Allegretto scherzando.
a
Une ~a-2 sder the wal-nut tree, Dance with me, dance with me,...... airs
CANO) 5 Ee seit
by iethe occa a slight, El - fins gay, and spi - rits oe foicas
: ee f- ses asta (a
=
pe
; a as ae - ry elves we'll In some syl - van phage en

ameae uaeneen
Meet be - neath these bran-~- ches’ een. And dance till peep....... Of) ~~M0tns-ne aes
Un - der the wal-nut

=
tree, Dancewith
eae
me,
s aes,
dance with me,....... Gay as fai - ry
Otter. ones by the glowworm’ slight, El - fins gay, and spirits a : Mext be-neath these
elves we'll be, In some syl - van shade.

bran - ches’ height, And dance till iy? of morn. Trip it, trip it, light-ly,
pene ee
eS
&
the ver - dant mea- dow, Trip? ib, ” trip ite light
ig - ly, O’er the ver -
poco rall,
(Ss Se So SS Se Se
——= ee
- dant mea - dow, Here no world - ly sor - row, Here no world - ly sor - row,
sll Be
=
Shall our hearts in . vade, Here no world - ne SODees= row,
= = 222 See)
4 _slentando. madlib. tempo. a
pete tease peered eeOt
peg reas ie ST = ae ==
Shall our hearts in - vade. Un - der the ee oe tree, Dancewith me,
a <n EDT eae
ee gpg Pop|
e
dance with me,......... Gay as fairy elves we'll be, In some syl - van shade.
GEORGE LINLEY, born soon after the end of the last century, was for many years a highly popular writer
and composer of ballads, and other lyric works. He tried his hand at dramatic music, but was unsuccessful. He
possessed a fair knowledge of harmony, and his accompaniments were almost always well written, but the success
of his yocal compositions was chiefly built on the melodic charm they generally displayed. His fertility of melodic
invention was truly remarkable, and as he was in most cases the writer as well as the composer of his songs, his
melodies were appropriate and sympathetic. He was a ready and often a graceful rhymester, and occasionally
wrote lyrics for other composers. He died early in the latter half of the present century.
LOOK FORTH, MY FAIREST.

BALFE, |
Sosa ma non troppo. ' = ans .
a ee ae
SS ae rare | oe, eee
> oa nl
ee ;
1. Look forth, look forth, my fair - est, Thy faith - ful knight is ¥
2. A - wake, a - wake, my dear - est, Oh, bid this heart re -
$ > = ———
&: —— a a = See hy
a COMAESP A i eo eer aT Tee = 7, ie
nigh ; The ro - sy tint of morn - ing, Hath deck’d the east - ern f
- joice, Mine ear now thrills to wel - come, The mu - sic of thy
=
sails SSE) ores eee ewer io ee
panera AEE ee oe are —__ | oe
eet Sane: te ee ae
sky. Be - hold these fra - grant flow - ers, That weep the com- ing j
voice. Come here, my fond, my fair one, lLove’s ten - der call o -
SS
rall. a piacere. —
paaires
= a ee
=
day: Oh, fly thee, swift - ly fly thee, And kiss theirtears a - wal st Ah
- bey, Be - fore thine eyes’ bright mir - ror, Dark sha - dows flee a = Way. ;
forth, look forth, my fair - est, My bo - som pants for thee; -. Look forth, look
forth, my fair - est, Thy looks are life to

stentate,
en =A A .
2 ane 23
me, AVG Peeliferiaen.: A Thy looks are lite
DOWN AMONG THE DEAD MEN.

Allegro vigoroso.
lees. = = ee bese elem es =4 WG REE MSSS Ses
2 == eee ee ae : sa ee
Mea ee cea oa Sas eae
1. Here’s a health to the king, and a last - ing peace, To fac - tion an end, to
2. Let charm - ing beau - ty’s health go round, In whom ce - les - tial
SSS SS SS
wealth in - crease; Come let’s drink it while we havebreath, For there’s no drink - ine
joys are found, May con -‘fu - sion _ still pur - sue The self - ish wo - man
SSS =
ig
SS
2
= a leas = =a Se =e gg Se 8 oe
af - ter death, And he _ that will this health de - ny,
< ha - ting crew; And they that women’s health de - ot Down a-mong the dead men,
cres. : f2 ar=> => > =
Down a-mongthe dead men, Down, down, down, down, Down a-mongthedead men let him lie!
In smiling Bacchus’ joys I’ll roll, | May love and wine their rites maintain,
Deny no pleasure to my soul; And their united pleasures reign,
Let Bacchus’ health round briskly move, While Bacchus’ treasure crowns the board,
For Bacchus is a friend to love. | We'll sing the joys that both afford ;
And he that will this health deny, And they that won’t with us comply,
Down among the dead men, &c. Down among the dead men, &c,
COHN DICKS’ EDITION.|
THERE WAS A JOLLY MILLER ONCE,

TRADITIONAL. Oup EneiisH Metopy, ‘THR BUDGEON,”
; a een es SS aee fom eee enh sare San
= ee
aes a y *ST aaa Wa ee
Scenasnare
eave = a
ie ea Pa a 1S
2
1. There was a jol - ly mill - er onoe, Livd on § the ri - ver Dee, He
2. “I, live by my mill, she is to me Both par - ent, child, and wife ; I
—— a Ph ee ———E = ak
_——S sabes fe aod Lana
entauuasesomears
ca
K. = 8 —-— 2 oe Ey
- work’d and sang from morn till night, No lark more blithe than he; And
would notchange my sta - tion For an" ¥; o-ther in life, No
SSS SSS ee ee ee
> SGnn<aeeeeeeereeeees
ee ee
— + ——_—.
ee eee +
this the bur - den of his song For e - ver us’d to be, eli
law - yer, sur - geon, or doctor, E’er had a groat from me; And I
ee oe ee are ee peBie a as siren feeetaele ly ;
oS > {2 SS Se ——
— ae ee eee Se te ss
care for no - body, TO 10 Ga, Tf no - bo-dy cares’ for me.”
Se we AOR CANTy) I SaaSS:

SHAKSPERE. THOMAS MORLEY.
Allegretto.
2 al
= 2 2 =e
OG Eaestiet By oena! ee f=
ONE Re +SUN oo ioe Guan eee +>6 ae
1G cone was ah dia) lOve = |or and his lass, With” a hey; : with a
Yeats sah
———
5__°——_ oe—_ £2
SS
| Soe sree =
SS aa
| lio,” with a hey no'-) nt. “=: no;+--.And) a@ &: hey... 1.00.6. NO) i ENnoOt nr
SS eS
ee eeee ae ee ee
7
ae: oe ee
es es 2
ee eeSie ee aT ie Se ee Cg a
- no, That oer the green corn - fields did pass, In spring - time, in
peas a eh eg ee
ee | —- on eae en eet ap a -——— —
spring - time, in spring - time, The on - ly pret - ty ring - time, When
a — a = —— ——3— iat ono —

ae —» 2 as ——*—— $e pa
birds do sing, Hey ding 4a ding a ding, Hey ding a ding a
EE
=> Se ee se ee eee
a ee eee —=—— Sey. Aeamy ence =
ging, Hey ding a ding a_ ding, Sweet lo - vers love the spring.
This carol they began that hour, Then pretty lovers take the time,
With a hey, and a ho, &c., With a hey, and a ho, &c.,
How that life was but a flow’r, For love is crownéd with the prime,
In spring-time, &c. In spring-time, &c.
THOMAS MORLEY was born about the middle of the sixteenth century, and studied music under the famous
Dr. Byrd. In 1591, was organist of St. Paul’s Cathedral, and afterwards one of the ‘“Gentlemen of the Chapel
Royal” (July, 1592). In 1593, he issued his first published work, entitled ‘‘ Canzonets, or Little Short Songs for
three Voyces.”’ In 1600, he published ‘‘ The First Booke of Aires, or Little Short Songes to sing and play to the
Lute, with the Base-Viol.”” This work contains the Page’s song (in As you like it,) ‘It was a lover and his lass,”
one of the few specimens of authentic Shaksperean songs preserved for us. Morley wrote much chamber music—
including five pieces in Queen Elizabeth’s Virginal Book—and his “ Now is the month of maying,’’ “ April is in =>
mistress face,’ ‘‘ My bonny lass, she smileth,” retain the popularity they earned nearly three centuries back, He
dicd in 1604.
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION.1
G
98 BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSEBS.
ae
AWAY TO THE MOUNTAIN’S BROW.
ALEX. LEE. ~
1 WAY, & -. WAY...0..06 ‘Yo the moun-tain’s brow,..... Where the trees....... are
2A - Way, B+ WAY... to the rock - y glen,...... Where the deer........ are |
cres.
=e
4 rs ag?
gen - tly wav - ing; AY SPA WAY yo:poets. a: WAY» ce WAY nes cvnre to. the
wild - ly bounding; A Win MIWELY. stpages: and the hills shall e - - cho in
dim. —— —~ (aM
——__- > ener : aaa RINT SSIS 6 eo SES — EES (aio
ser Ea FiendMaioeeraiase = NES ai a aan Beene
IC
- - Scoamebe nt men = : SSE
moun-tain’s brow,..,.... Where the stream,.... is gent - ly JERE ag) EAiphaVegtes ae a And
gladness a - gain,....... pyto./ the hunt. - er’s bu gle sound = Aine; ote eee ee While
ail ae alas peat ui 3
=e = cat oso bees ca =
renee Z A ——- i
beau - ty, my love, on thy cheek shall dwell, Like the rose,........ as it opes to the
beau - ty, my love, on thy cheek shalldwell, Like. the rosée,........ as it opes to the
Me ss elt
ae pers == LET, HE. AEA
eee we ee =
a — — eee tp ee
day ere. While the Z@ thro’ the

phyr that breathes flow’- ry Cees Shakes the
Gaye: sevicum, While the ze - thro’ the
phyr that breathes flow’-ry dell,........ Shakes the
spark - ling dew - drops @- Way, a - wayy....c0c.22. Avs way; aecwayy..cs: ° to the
spark - ling dew - GropS & > WAY, & - WAYs...-.6.sesee A.- way, @- Way....... , to the
moun-tain’s brow,...... Where the _ trees......... are gent - ly wav - ing; A - wWay,....
rock -iy, . glen,....... Where the | deer.......... are wild - ly bounding; A - way,
cres. —_ dim. —
AARNet an Gee | WeRys ghite- |)WHY... to the ~ tain’s

moun brow,........ Where the
Fase aceon and the hills shall e - - cho in glad-ness a - gain,....... To the
stream...... is gent - ly la, - Sving, Where the stream...... is gent ~- ly

hunt - -..er’s... bu -‘ gle sound - ing, To the hunt - er’s bu - gle
ea} , : a
— : ey Rr Se ho
A Ree a et
5
Jey OB ener Where the _ stream..... AR ces en Ae eODU Ey ie ly la - - ving.
sound - ing, To-! the >Aunt: ie. COL’Biviese sconce DW ~Us. o gia “Round. sys. ing:
TELE! HER DLL LOVE one:

SHIELD.
Andante con espressione.
SS =
—
SS UNE aa Hn : a . .
ay
Tell her Ill love her while the clouds drop. rain, Or while there’s |
Sopa e eeee | eee ee

Se
wa - ter in the path - less main ; Tell her J’ll love her till _ this
eco a he ee SS 3 ae
= EEE ee PEA PER PEN FETE se
IT: geen ane RTE SN |
dife is o’er, And then my ghost shall vis - it this sweet |
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION.| |

TELL HER PPLL LOVE. HER.—Continued.
x a
then my ghost shall vis - it, - shall vis see
- it this sweet shore. a
= “eo
= =
ee
en
Tell her .I...on.- ly ask shell think of me, MI’ll_ love her whilethere’s salt with -
ay B
love herwhilethere’ssalt with» - in the sea ; Tell ‘her . “all this, tell it,
LP Tien nee
tell it o'er -and o’er, The an - chor’s weigh’d, or I would tell her more.
; WorpDs aNnD Music py T. H, BAYLY.

~ With feeling, but not too slow.
#4 ee == _ aed ATP ee. % -—e—_—_ &__ }

IU, aa bat : Nay (a BS ieee aes
de We met— ’twas in a crowd—. And I thought he wonld shun -me; He
a. And once a- gain we BT, | PATA |) fair girl was near him; He
= LE SSS
SO, 1 ea
ieaual
a
Ea erate
pao
ae
Wa au Nam Sc amen
Es =
ee e
eee poeSees a) ney
ee
pas Taal
came— I could not breathe,For his eye was up ™- on me; He spoke, his words were
smil’d and whis-per’>d low, As I. once used to hear’ him; She leant up - on _ his
;
. rt ate ar
=
cold, “And ~his” smile’ was’ un = -al - ter’d:;--1 knew how much he Jelt, For his
arm— Once’twas mine, and mine on » ly—. I wept, for. I. de - serv’d- To- feel
deep - toned voice fal - ter’d; ok: e wore my . bri - dal robe, And vt
wretch - ed and «lone - ly: And she will be his bride! At the
as ae . Sad a pe so ee
— oS ————— cs pants
ri, - vyal’d its white - ness! Bright gems were in my hair, How I
al - tar he’ll give her The love that was too pure, Horo a
we
ha - ted theik bright-ness! He call’d me -by my name—As the bride of an
heart - less de - cei - ver; The world maythink me gay, | vee my feel- ings I
a vO, <
oS ered eee | poo Ne Sa ae, ee
oe _— — = (Sane OST
s o.«” - ther—)
smo theres Oh, thow hast been the ‘ cause of this an-guish, my mo - ther!
THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY during the first half of the nineteenth century was a very popular writer of
ballads—chiefly of the sentimental kind, but was a purely amateur musician, and although he invented a few
popular melodies, it is doubtful if he was capable of harmonizing them. As an adapter of lyrics to other men’s
melodies, he won well-merited praise, and many of his original poems are graceful and elegant,

100 BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST CUMPOSERS.
MAY WE NE’ER WANT A FRIEND.

JOHN DAVY.
Andante espress.
Le
= Since the first dawn of rea-son that beam’d on my
ge mind, Notg taught me how
The heart by de-ceit or in - gra-ti - tude rent, Or by po - ver - ty
23 a Se
a
— 5 me erent fea
|
fa-vour’d & 3 - tune my lot, To share that good for - tune I still was in -
bow’d, tho’ of e - viis the least, The smile of a friend may in - vite to con -
=
- clin’d,
aera
And
=|
im -
=~.
part to who
oh
want - ed— what

ee
if want-ed not. Tj
- tent, And we all know content is an ex - cel - lent feast. aS ig
Py
— ———— ome eeoaeeinia
Eee SSSSAN GER! oeSom
a 1 i a DO eT = Tan
max-im en - ti- tled to evry one’ Ss praise, When.a man feels dis-tress, like a
Soe eee
Sars
man to
oe
re-lieve him. And

Si eae Sseee
my mot-to,
=
tho’ sim-
Tt;
ER Gere
means more thun it says, ‘‘May we
ee ee aed
ee eon Seri
ne’er want a aga nor a bot - tle to
J ee
one him.” My mot-to, tho’ simple, means
more than it says, iva we neer want a ae Pre

nor a bottle to give him.”
AULD LANG SYNE.

(Old Scotch Melody, ‘“‘I Feed a Lass at Martinmas.’’)
ROBERT BURNS.
2 Ses SS SSSS
Moderato.
2 ear aw —S
Should auld ac - quaint - ance be for - got, An’ ne - ver brought to
ee ee
a Sass =
min’? Should auld ac - quaint- ance be for - got, An’ days 0’ pee syneP
For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang yhne; We'll
ae fae a eee = Pee =e
tak’ a cup roy kind - ness yet, For auld lang syne,
We twa ha’e run about the braes, An’ ey a hand‘ my trusty frien’,
An’ pu’d the gowans fine; An’ gi’e’s a hand o’ thine,
But we’ve wander’d monie a weary foot, An’ we ll tak’ a right guid-willie waught,
Sin’ auld lang syne. For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, &c. For auld lang syne, &c.
We twa ha’e paidl’t i’ the burn, An’ surely ye’ll be your pint-stoup,
Frae mornin’ sun till dine; An’ surely I’ll be mine;
But seas between us braid ha’e roar’d, An’ we’ll tak’ a cup o’ kindness yet,
Sin’ auld lang syne. For auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, &c. For anld lang syne, &e.
THE BANKS OF THE BLUE MOSELLE.

G. H. RODWELL.
Allegretto.
=e : 222 =e Ss
1. When the glow - worm gilds the el - fin flow’r, That clings round the ru - in’d
2. If the cares of life should shade thy brow— Yes, yes, in © our na - tive
cres. ap
Se ee — — > a
———— ee oO SESS Stee See sy Imes ;
ee A Gt eis Me: pone
shrine Where first we met, where first we lov’d, And I con -
bow’rs ; My lute and heart might best ac - cord, To tell of
a Ferme
piacere. ~INIT ne
dim.
oe sae wg ——— SS =_ es belle yey oe ete
a omc ad z io. ee ey = ee
git mere e R= _* : a a = areas SRGTeA WER WEEE Rea et
se ea)
- fess’d me thine; ’Tis there Tl fly to meet thee still, At sound of
hap - pier hours; Yes, there MI’ll soothe thy griefs to rest, Hach sigh of
< Tit. w&~ PP tempo.
| ano anil peas
a
-# aaa
oN
a eas
<— newer BSR SEAGER
——————ter ee ee a ae
{
See ieee Bae ace
ST A C1 pet Bie ao omer aa mel) So se
Ms ‘ Lae Prelim} In the star - ry light of a sum - mernight, In the
ee a ee ee
fen
= == —-— oe Gee Aeneas
star - ry light of a sum - mer night, On _the banks of the blue Mo -
Soa
ee
SS amen oe
12)
0: On the banks
eee eee cres. eee
ee =
light of a sum - mernight, On the banks of the blue......... Mo - sélic.
BIRD OF THE WILDERNESS.

JAMES HOGG. J. BLEWITT.
Andante con moto.
SS UD 22s a eee
Bird of
aaa
the
See
wil - der-ness,
ee
SSee
Blithe-some and cum - ber- less,

ee Sanne: caweDemroeTeess Soa
Light be thy
cres.
=
any — >
a — ——s—_.
ees -—- SE
5 f =| —s oo = wr]Pe SEs |
o—
2 | oe SS or sete eanese se — =
ma - tin o’er mcor - land and lea ; Em - blem_ of hap - pi - ness,
Bap ee ee ee = ae. were 5
2 —— Fo pee ae
See ee Se oe a : |
Blest is thy dwell-ing place. Oh, to a - bide in the de- sgert with thee !
cres. ad lib.
a 5 ae ee
Bird of the wil -der-ness, Oh, to a - bide in the de - sert with thee !
Wild is thy lay, and loud, Then when the gloaming comes,
Far in the downy cloud, Low in the heather blooms,
Love gives it energy, Sweet will thy welcome
Love gave it birth. And bed of love be.
Where on the dewy wing, Emblem of happiness,
Where art thou journeying? Blest is thy dwelling place,
Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth! | Oh, to abide in the desert with thee
Bird of the wilderness, &c. Bird of the wilderness ,&c.
JONATHAN BLEWITT, born in London, 1782, died September 4, 1853, was during the first half of the prescnt
century a popular composer of light music for stage pieces. He was also an excellent organist, and was appointed
by the Irish Viceroy, the Duke of Leinster (1812), grand organist to the masonic body of Ireland. In 1826, he
returned to London, and produced The Corsair, The Magician, The Island of Saints, and other operas. His songs
“Bird of the Wilderness,” “‘ The Little Fat Gray Man,” and many others, became very popular. His Irish ballads
are full of national character, and it is to be regretted that his love of convivial society hindered the development
of his artistic ability.
102 BST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
PVE BEEN ROAMING.

GEORGE SOANE. C. HE. HORN.
Andante con anima. 4303
ee
I’ve been roam-ing, Ive been roam-ing, Where the mea-dow dew is sweet, And I’m
com = ing, And) (lnr= com snes With its pearls up - on my feet, Tve been
ee
Frees Ewa, ee pee =e ae ara wna tereme ip ans
roam-ing, I’ve been roam-ing, Wherethe mea-dow dew is sweet, And I’m com-ing, and I’m
oS Sy ee a ee ee ee ee aS
com-ing, With its pearls up - on - I’ve been
2 apis, woanel Reeae areans “eramearar Fara besa ———
a eee ee naegy=o aa — —————— ae eee —Z ! ——s
= ; oe
roam -ing, I’ve been roam - ing, O’er the rose and Ti ease ye fay: And. I’m
Sk =e A pf
e ee
ee ee ee a e
com - ing, and I’m com-ing, With their blos - soms in my _ hair; I’ve been
6 rergieeer
SSS yOoe eee
SS
EM SUSEREL— ELTora =URE SS se
ts ———o- ao
—
roam - ing, I’ve been roam- ing, Where the mea-dow dew is sweet, And I’m
trata
ll eae [Gt SeleBi fay
2
ee So nee
seater
com-ing, and I’m com-ing, With its pearls up-on my feet. I’ve been
ee
: este OE ee ee ee | = : So alesis . es Nd 4s
= 4 —— ee a a OO ee —,
roam-ing, I’ve been roam-ing,Where the hon-ey - suc-kle creeps, And I’m com-ing, and I’m
x ad lib.
b aN ~~ m atempo.
eS EETET ee ee —~-— —~— Ee
SS ee pec ee eee
com-ing, With its kiss-es on my lips; I’ve been roam-ing, I’ve been roam-ing, Wherethe
Se
< ee re ea gy a Ne
mea - dow dew is sweet, And Tm com- ing, and I’m _ com - ing,. With its
Scenes ee ee ae eet Toa —————————————

—=
2 @-
|
pearls upon my feet; I've been roam.-ing, I’ve beén roam+ing, QO - ver
ee Eereae Re
teat et eae Og TE “2 {= Ce ee were
Ears SSagee as as adirrioncatGa epee Figo ae amet ae een iT
hill and.» o :- ver plain, And Tm com - ing, and I’m com - ing, To my
bow = er back a - gain, = Q - ver hill and O* 8?! ver’ ~;plain,) ©@2Lo my
ee “
bow-er
eee
back
ee
a- gain, And I’m com-ing,
=
and I’m com-ing,

A
aes SS
aaa
To
a eee
my bow-er’
—————
back
a
a -
os ad lib. AGS i a tempo. “5
7 nis pane ee Sa eens Foner bee \— _* = ES = ==]
€ age ot z Saves akan came rea aresmeen tem Sa .— "#5
- gain, To my bow-er ‘back (a = gan, To ‘my ‘bow’ s«:er ) back a> gain,
JOHN DI7xS’ PoITION.] ae Bee man eh RIS)»
CEASE, RUDE BOREAS.

q SHIELD.
~Cease,rude Bo - reas, blust.’ring- r er, List ye Tanto ner
cv,
Se SS
me,
Ss
Mess-mates,.
aa aaa
hear a bro-'ther ~ sail - or Sing the dan*- gers
—— SS ae
SS SS
enc. ubecsomen arean SS SSS aaa
sea; From oundite bil-lows first in- - motion, When the dis: : tant whirl-winds
2S ee
SS ee
enone eae dice Ashes ib 2ih
eae
Sy,
See
rise, To the tem - pest-troubled o - cean, Where the seas con-tendwith skies.
Now the dreadful thunder roaring, | O’er the ship wild waves are beating,
Peals on peals contending clash, We for wives or children mourn;
On our heads fierce rain falls pouring, Alas! from hence there’s no retreating,
In our eyes blue lightnings flash; Alas! to them there’s no return ;
One wide water all around us, Still the leak is gaining on us,
All above us one black sky: Both chain-pumps are chok’d below;
Ditif’rent deaths at once surround us, : Heav’n have mercy here upon us,
Hark! what means that dreadful cry ? For only that can save us now.
SIGH NO MORE, LADIES.

SHAKSPERE. R. J. S. STEVENS.
SS
Allegretto.
SS —e
1. Sigh no more, - dies, la - dies, sigh no more” Men were de-ceiv- ers
2. Sing no more ait - ties, la - dies, sing no more, Of dumps_ s0 dull and
eee {SSS =a
Se
ae
NK sp
e - ver, Men were de -ceiv - ers e - ver; fae ire a sea, and
hea - vy, Of dumps so dull and hea - vy; The fraud of men was
a=Soe ee aeet
‘ ok se ete ee =
==)
ets
ONO shes on ets ra! one thing con-stant ne - ver, onal constant
eral
Clan ae so, Since sum-mer first was lea - vy, singe sum - mer first was
SSS SSS
—— SSS
=
ae ee ; Then sigh not 0; but let, them

——
go, And be. you blithe and

Sera:
i See ee a gees?
== Slaw enn ce ae
ms oa
=
:ee ny,
vy. you blithe and bon - ny, Con - vert - ing your
ee eee ee
sounds of woe, Con- vert - ing your sounds of _ woe, To hey non-ny, rbon-ny,
eee
ee eee ee
2 Z2 ad ib.
sete ee Pg SrRye |See
hey non-ny, non- ny, Hey, . non.- ny, (| nonj- ny, hey non-ny, uon- ny.
RICHARD JOHN SAMUEL STEVENS, born in London, 1757, began his musical career as a chorister boy at
St. Paul’s Cathedral, where he studied music under Richard Savage. He subsequently became organist of the
He
Temple Church, and the Charter House, and in 1801, was elected Professor of Music at Gresham College. that
classof this
stands in the very highest rank amongst "English glee composers, and amongst his many works
Oberon in Fairy-
still retain, and are little likely to lose popularity, may be .cited, “‘ Ye spotted snakes,” ‘From
appropriate melody
land,’ “ Grabbed age and youth,” and “The cloud-capt towers ;’’ exquisite combinations of
with ingenious and masterly harmony. He also wrote several songs, and edited 4 valuable collection of sacred
music for part-singers. He died September 23, 1837. *
104 ‘BEST ILELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
WHAT-SHALL 1:°DO?
DRYDEN.
PURCERL.
y ts pbanledlM 3 ae SOIR S OR
SSS Red see
===
St Pir aa hala — Oh ee
* -l. What shall I do to show how
2, What
much) 1 love her? How ma - ny
shall
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I do to prove how MUCH love her? How wma - ny
mil - lions of sighs can suf - fice?

mil - lions That which wins o - ther’s hearts
of deeds will suf - fice? I
(=o
will bring down the stars
pa
nev - er can move

—_-t+— | —————_.
=
her, Those com- mon
S55 oe
SS ——. —$_—__—. ne st
— — nl
from wme- thods of love she'll des - pise,

Hea-ven a - bove her, ‘To make them’sham’d by the fire in her eyes.
ia sia ee ee
Ooee Sirieae, See eer eters en
nie rei eee Eas = >= ie
Ea A ES
(ee
eens cee peo Eg = eS ras:
s
I will love more than man e’er lov’d be - fore me, Gaze on her
uy will ab -. stain un - like a-ny boast-ful a - dor - er, And not pray
eae
hee ESE DY BD) 1 A Pe Sg ts) Maines ae ey
—————
ae ad td ie , 2 ey
43 | Bags Same es
ys
Sg) Sq
oe
cea or ey eae eee
Se ge Sar eee
all the day, Dream of her all the night; Till for her own sake, at
for a smile, And not 5 bar - gain for plight, I would e’en die on the
z mine
Sas r a
ewe see Ear
—e—— eo — paws Seas ed a t=
é a = mm 8seis
| a) 8)
last she'll im - plore
a narcre ee
eee=
me, To love her less to pre - serve
thresh- old be - fore her, Could our delight.
I but give her an hour of de - light.
COME WHERE THE ASPENS QUIVER.

Andante con moto con espressione cres. ALEXANDER LER.
a 2 a—— Se
egeardimnenes oie =
a = SSS Se
cres.
mere
—4—o—__ # oS — | a = =
oo ee ——t ——F;
1. Come wherethe as - pens qui - ver,
—
2. Come Down by the flow - ing ri - ver;

to the wild - rose bow - er, Come at the ves - per
a Len,
cres. ae hour,
e e
— —
=
Ean), ae eee a IN
e cres.
ee es ee
‘ Ren Ty
Bring your gui - tar, Bring your gui - tar, Sing me
ee
Bring your gui - tar, the songs I love.
Bring your gui - tar, Sing me the songs
dim. cres. I love.
Seae
e
SS Ses ee
Se
S e
S oo E=
S
Come where the as - pens qui - ver,
Come Down by the flow - ing ri - ver;
to the wild - rose bow - er, Come at the ves - enn hour,
= — Pe so
x SEER poli eye ESRI MET a UN IASI Sen oe :
Bring your gui - tar, Bring your gui - tar,
Bring your Sing me _ the songs I love.
gui - tar, Bring your gui - tar, Sing me the songs I love,
Ps x
Gu
x
— a Ue a
Soo aera == es
aes
|
fie
=r o—a>— mee
—
Sing me of fame and glo - ry,
Sing Sing of the poor maid’s sto - ry,
of af - fec - tions slight - ed, Sing of fond hopes blight - ed,
pe
BSR
A AP ~aE AT 3
4 —e = 2 eee
ten aa PS —— 5
Whenher true Jove must leave her, Call’d
Sing of to the ho - ly
the dew - y flower, Sing of the ey’ - ning
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION |]
BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPUSERS., 108
MEET. ME BY MOONLIGHT.
WoRDs AND Music By J. A. WADE.
Andante Allegretto.
SS S
—
Se
cres.
= Se =e aepee————
eee
ge ed
1. Meet me by moon-light & G-e elone: cea. And then I will tell you a taleswy,
2. Day-light may do for the PAY eden oe The thoughtless, the heart-less, the free...
o= Se ae - =, <5 os OS ee [oe
SS SSSSS
ry. Must be told by the moon-light a - lone,....... In the grove at the
Bea But there’s some-thing a - bout the moon’s Yay,........ That ig sweet - er to
a7 aoa a
=e See
2S SS ees : a =Sa ae eT
—_4_—__ es
aak a |
a
end of the vale ;...... You must pro-mise to come for TIT SAlgeeeee I would
you and to Mes ayes! Oh, re -mem-ber be sure to be there,...., For though
od @ = 7
a 7% ee
show the night- flow - ers their queen,......... Nay, turn
~
not a - way that sweet
dear - ly a moon-light I PLIZO ease ul care not for all in the
a =—
a hes ms ae
See
MeeTeo — -—_— —¥
head,....... ‘Tis the love - li-- est ev - er ‘was + seen!.......
BI eons If I want the sweet light of your eyes !
moon - light a - lone, ......... Meet me by wmoon-light a ~- lone!
JULIA TO THE WOOD

- ROBIN.
Andantino. SPOFFORTH.
Stay, sweet en - chan - ter OLR eRe ie the groye, Leave not so
ener ane a = res RES er aS
Sian emanation eee ane See ge oe
* soon thy na -_ tive tree ; Stay, Sweete en) sere se Chanerc stor
tree ; Oh, war - ble still those notes of love, while my fond
I ie eee
| —. — => _-———————_—
Ge =a ae ee
2 ~~
heart re - sponds to thee; Qh, war - ble
still those notes of
a Nea LEE nN AN
—s- — —-— ay TN — A oe
= ee ex Sear eyVes =ssa22a eae
love, While my fond Wear. 2 ss... TOME Sete DOUCS meine to thee.
Rest thy soft bosom on the spray, | But soon as spring, enwreath’d with flow’rs,
Till chilly autumn frowns severe ; Comes dancing o’er the new dress’d plain,
Then charm me with those notes of love, Return and cheer thy natal bow’rs,
Aud I will answer with a tear. My robin, with thy notes again,
REGINALD SPOFFORTH, born 1768, at Southwell, Notts, received his musical

| Thomas Spofforth, organist of the Minster, and from Doctor Benjamin Cooke. instruction from his uncle,
He holds a high place amongst
| English glee composers, and amongst his still popular works may be named
his glees ‘‘ Hail, Smiling morn!”
| “Health to my dear!’’ and ‘‘ Marked you her eye of heavenly blue?” He was gifted witha rich vein of graceful
| melody, and many of his songs—notably ‘‘ Julia to the Wood-Robin,”—earned well deserved popularity.
| part-writing is masterly, and in none of his works is slovenly workmanshi His
p visible. He died at Kensington,
| September 8, 1827,
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION ]}
FLOW, THOU REGAL PURPLE STREAM.

JOHN O’KEEFE. ARNOLD.
Moderato e con spir ee
S =e ——=e
Flow, thou re - gal meh
pur - ale stream, Tint - ed the so - lar beam,
ss Sree
————————
eet SERRE
:
TELIA? SPIES mr
=
=
moa TIE SET
es
een a
my goblet spark-ling rise, Cheer my ———

and glad mine eyes. Flow, thou
= Se a Se
hg oe me ————————_ ,——_—_——
@ oer
“se = Jae a cas 2)
pee=e
re - gal a - ple stream, Tint - ed oy the 50. - lar beam, In my gob - let
GS Sear spark-ling rise, Cheer my Sat a glad mine eyes, In my gob - let spark- lng ,
SSS SS SS |
-_— “
Se
Set TSS en SG
eA ae Cheer my heart and glad mine eyes,
Nees
“my risart and glad in eyes.
—_ = SoS _Mybrain as-cend on fan - cy’s wing,’Noint me, wine, a _ jovial
ae SI
a Ses
a =e
a Sooo oat
king, Mybrain as - cend on i - cys a ere

me, wine, a ” - Eel king, My
— ae
so
brain as - cend on fan-cy’s wing, “Noint me, wine, a jo - vial king, *Noint . me, -
wine, a jo - vial king, a
king, (a2, JO... vial’ king, “al jomenevial- Skanes
(See =
ee
i ft pei a |We ABE ei eel 3 ! Beatie
> oF rere ep ME GW (a, ng ae

SRD SOR SSNS
A fern
AT
v4 While I live Tl lave my clay,WhenI’m dead andgone a =< way, Let my
BaranTo
feate a ee fs pes ee es an eet
shied Epo
ty ae - jects say, ‘‘A month he reign’d,and that was May.’’ ‘ While I a
Sueeare 2 552—
eee onde ee a Ss K ae:
ae —— =
live Yl Ee my veh When I’m dead and gone - way, Let my thirs - ty
ae =e
sub-jects say, cf‘aidnth he reign’d, and that was May,’ Let my thirs - ty inetrae
SS
ane rr TT :
_—Sareeeese
ee eee== |
eh “A month he reign’d,and that was May,” Let my hive :
+ iy ibe jectses ae: e -
month he reign’d, a
and that
ae was May, but that was May, but ‘that was: May.’’. oy .
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION. | ;
FRESH AND STRONG THE BREEZE IS BLOWING.

Dr. ARNE.
Fresh and strong the breeze is blow-ing, As yon ship at ‘an - chor rides; Sul - len
Sr rrern fice oe eo = SSS See Danii ker Ra Ie Sie
Tamera : aa Ae = St
a an saad Pees aT: Bier
Waves in - ces - sant flow-ing, Rude-ly dash a- gainst her sides, So my
—_—_——, = —_—-< = sas ee aa
or eee ——
) heart, its course im - pe-.ded,Beats in my _ per-turb - ed breast; Doubts, like
} peer saw lear = ae gazes rear

waves by Waves suc - ceed- ed, Rise, and still de - ny it rest.
THE ROSE HAD BEEN WASHED.

| COWPER. WEBBE.
7 ee
8: Larghetto. ; :
} oi ~ ” iw Go Tks,
esaeT eoed
La The rose had been wash’d, just wash’d in a show’r,Which Ma - ry _ to
3. ** And such,” I ex- claimed, “‘is the pi - ti - less part Some act by the
An-na con -_ veyd; The plen - ti- ful mois-ture en - cum - ber’d the flow’r, And
de - li - cate mind ; Re - gard - less of wring-ing or break-ing a heart, _Al -
weigh’ddown its beau - ti- ful head. The cup was all fill’d and the leaves were all
- ready to sor - row re - sign’d. This e - le-gant rose, had I sha - ken it
aS me . UE al e NAVA
SEE
Se
ees
DEE
pea aed
eg
So reat ,
Pe eene
wet, And it seem’d to a fan - ci - ful view, To weep for the

less, Mighthave bloom’d with its own - er a - while; And the tear that is
SS he
FINE.
SSS buds it had left with re-gret, On the flour -ish-ing tree where it grew.
wipd with a lit - tle ad-dress, May be follow’d,per-haps, by a smile.’’
‘Agitato, quasi. Recir.
. Fok. hast i ii pri 1¥aia ROU yak. ae: fit ° as it was . For a
“a ‘ng iit oO
= ee
OP mek ue g ERI, aad NS 7
mose - gay, sO drip-ping and drown’d; And swing-ing it rude - ly, too
largo. :
ee = ee
Pe
Do moeton aoe oar
Soe ae
rude - ly, a - las! I snapp’d it! it. fell) tothe ground!..,
_ SAMUEL WEBBE, justly entitled ‘‘ The King of Glee Composers,’ was born in 1740, and, owing to the un-
| timely death of his father, commenced iife under very disadvantageous circumstances. These he encountered
| energetically, and while working eighteen hours a day as a musical copyist, acquired a considerable knowledge of
| Latin. He subsequently mastered the French, Italian, German, and other languages, and became so proficient in
| the art of composition, that scarcely a year passed without his obtaining, at least, one of the prize medals given by
| the Catch Club. ‘In 1794, he was appointed secretary to the Catch Club, which post he held until his death, in 1817.
| He composed over one hundred glees and part-songs of the highest merit. His fine work ‘‘ When winds breathe
| soft,” has never been equalled, and his ‘‘Glortous Apollo,” ‘The Mighty Conquerer,” and ‘‘Ode to St. Cecilia,”
| are almost equally admirable, ®
THE BAILIFF’S: DAUGHTER OF ISLINGTON.

Allegretto. a .
UES oe aN ge ey ee ys sy 4
rat ea mas aa = a
Eee
ee so
Seat ener ae
os =
oa 7aae Oem
apeee = r=
—{F
‘1. There was a youth,and a well - be-lov-ed youth, And he was a squire’s
2. And as she went a - long the high road, The wea-ther being hot and
“
son ; He lovd the bai - liff’s daugh - ter dear, That liv’d in) Is -sline#-
dry ; She sat her down up - on a green bank, And her truelove came rid - ing
ela soe Ta = a
Se a =o
$4 _ Fo or —~— | —_; —
- ton, But when his friends did un - Ger-stand His fond and fool - ish 4b
by. She start -ed up witha col-our so red, Catching hold of his bridle ied
— pier ge! isi ce es a 2
oe eae a = eS
o mind;
a They
a ae
sent him up to fair Lon-don, An ap
Gene - pren-tice for to
=bind.
- rein; One penny,onepen- ny,kind sir, she said, Will ease me of much pain.
Before I give you a penny, sweetheart, If she be dead, then take my horse,
Pray tell me where you were born; My saddle and bridle also,
At Islington, kind sir, she said, For I will to some far country,
Where I have had many a scorn, Where no man shall me know
I prithee, sweetheart, tell to me, Oh, stay, oh, stay, thou goodly youth,
Oh, tell me if you know She standeth by thy side !
The bailiff’s daughter of Islington? She is here, alive, she is not dead,
She is dead, sir, long ago. And ready to be thy bridc:!
I AM A FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY.

O'KEEFE. REEVE.
Con spirito, ;
s a
et
161 am a). frige/ar)
aWeoe a ea
of or -
es
ders gray, And
Pee Ooo
down the
ee ae
val-ley
Oe
I
ee
2. Af - ter sup-per of heav’n I dream, But that is fat pul-lets and

eet a — eae.
Gi= ios onan Sis ee earn femme

take my way, I pull not black - ber-ry, haw, nor hip, Good store of
clout - ed cream; My - self by de- ni - al I mor - ti - fy, With a dain - ty
a nite ee ie —_ ea
aac seen = a ae ogee ee Preah Te =e
ve - ni- son fills my scrip; My long bead - roll I mer -ri - ly chant, Where
bit of war - den pie; Im_ cloth’d in sack - cloth for my sin, With
ee
eel
ee == SSS =.
- e-ver I £0 no. mo-ney I want,Where-e-ver I go no mo-ney I_ want.

old sack wine I’m_ lin’d with-in, With old sack wine I’m _ lin’d within.
— a Sarees ers ee
ee is —— =
And whylI’m so plump, the rea - son I'll tell, Who leads a good
A chirp - ing cup is my ma - tin song, Andthe | ves - per
ad lib. >
life is sure to live well, Who leads a good life is sure to live
kell is my bowl, ding,dong, And the ves’ - per bell is my bowl, ding,
SS SousaSSS See
SN
SoaeSo ae ee
hepa What baron or squire, or knight of the shire, Lives half so well as a
JOHN DICKS’ ‘EDIOITN,|

I AM A FRIAR OF ORDERS GRAY.—Continued.
ee ee ee
oot ee peal otail tlc iOpp ALL co
USS all anise bY al bees
ho - ly friar? Lives half so well, half so well, Lives half so well as a
al esas
Miecavedectevorenctencrceattvere: Lives half so _ well as a ho - ly friarP
THE MOUNTAIN MAID.

Hee: SINCLAIR.
abt bcd ere EOE ast oyse ah pero Nyse ea as
= tase eek aa ainsweasy Eos fanmivcacy ma 1ae es ere woo
= : Sainescuel sae or aes a on a
1. The moun-tain maid fromher bowr has hied, And sped to the glas - sy
2. She stepp’dwith ti - mid fear op - prest, While a soft sigh swells her
Be Ayrs 2232 2s See eea oer ee Se —
- Bvae ~ oe - , — ean fat
4 SSS ——_ a 2 ee eee a
Ti) a) = vers side; Where the ra - diant moon shone clear and bright, And the
gen - - tle breast; He caught her glance, and mark’d her sigh, And
(= Sa aa =e —_————— et gelWS GN 4
ic wil - lows wavd in the sil - ver light, The wil - lows wavd in the
tri- umph laugh’d in his spark - ling eye, And tri- umph laugh’d in his
roan er eae a zane =
sil - ver light. On a mos - sy bank lay a shep - herd swain, He

spark - ling eye. So soft - ly sweet was his tune - ful dit - ty, He
iS TS ea
:
ete eae
ay =
aod" os Be
sare So ek
eee a ca pte
~~ a2
eee ees eS
woke his pipe toa. tune - ful strain, He woke his pipe to a
charm’d her ten - der soul to pi =. ty; He charm’d her ten® “= a.derincgccs
On
‘ . :
tune - ful strain. ? he play’d, That he
‘to pi - ty.5 And so. blithe - ly gay were the notes
soul. a bi)
———e = = ee eee
charm’d the ear of the moun - tain maid, And so blithe - ly gay were the
= =
SS ea
ad : =
a A
of the moun-tain maid,And so blithe - ly

Se A a dc a mc
eee
aE
—o.—_# Ne A wt Scan eee
=:
ees ‘Seer ||
gay werethe notes he play’d,Thathe charm’dthe ear of the mountain maid,
JOHN SINCLAIR was born near Edinburgh, 1790, and studied music at an early age. He became clarinet
player in a Scotch regimental band, and earned so much money by teaching singing that he was enabled to purchase
his discharge from the army. In 1810, he made his operatic début (anonymonusly,) at the Haymarket, London, in
to 1818, he
Shield’s Lock and Key, and his success as a tenor singer led to his becoming a pupil of Welsh. From 1811
was principal tenor at Covent Garden. In 1819, he studied at Paris and Milan, and subsequently became pupil of
Rossini. In 1823, he re-appeared at Covent Garden, much improved in voice and style, and after six years of success
1857.
in England, visited America, where his reception was enthusiastic. He died at Margate, September 23,
110 BEST. MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
BID ME DISCOURSE,
SHAKSPERE. Siz H. RB. BISHOP.
VV. Allegro moderato ma con anima.
dis-course, I will en - chant thine ear, Or like a fai - ry

Bid me
with bright and flow - ing hair, Or like a nymph,
dance on the sands, dance, dance on the sands, on

g tr
seen, and yet no foot-ing seen. Bid me dis-course, I will en-=chantthine ear,
TON
scherzoso. —~ tr he BEGNO.
Or like a fai - ry trip up-on_ the green, trip,
a ea
oe bright and ET hair,
ee
bright and hair,

flow- one —— dance aoon ere adance, Wettoe
. a TE a tr )
ae
a aa }
eee
Perieaee Ts ae eee)
ates
EEE ESS [i2c
—-—rr ee,
ES
c= Je euere?
mE
ae e a a
—_—
ao
a CIRERTE TS Ss TE
a! - :
TS
sands, on theczsandes Dancers sane eerie: sein ee NEh ated MRL gts clk ashe Vig URG tsnice RM Ia tap labeleleai'alonras a eltslgera ieee
tr = ~-_~ tr 3
“Sean
Be TTT on thesands, and yet no foot - ing seen, and
PN BRU t's ics te taka dotaata see of suerte
| Ast time. e. |f® 2nd time. ad lib. A a Fine. |
= ryety ali ata cee ut .

eS
and yet no foot. ing,............ and yet
ee no foot - ing seen.

A SOUTHERLY WIND AND CLOUDY SKY.

(The Fox-chase.) ANCIENT.
" Allegiro con spirito, :
ee
M-h—¢ ASD SmaI
Ge . ST peor
———— ETERS as inca
oe
A sou-ther-ly wind and a clou - dy sky, Pro - claim a hunt - ing
. How com - plete-ly the cover and furze they draw, Who talks Of Babasiy: os OF
ee Pe Pee ee = ny r
AS] ST ae EE EE aR wt C227,
oe.
morn - ing, Be + fore the -sun - ri - ses we nim - bly ia fly, Dull
May - nell, Young Lash - er he flour - ish - eg now thro’ the shaw, .And
and a down-y bed scorn -- ing; To horse, my _ boys, to

Sauce - box roars out in his ken = nel, A = way Wes fly: as
- way ie chase ad its | no. - lay;

quick as thought, The new sown ground soon makes them fault; Cast
horse- back we've got, . to = ge-ther we'll trot,’ On Hovede Danke we'll rots to -
round the sheeps train, cast round, east round, ‘Try back the green lane, try
- , ae ‘ se &
- ge-ther we'll trot, Leave off your chat, see the co - ver ap-pear, The
back, try back, Hark, I hear houndschal-lenge in yon - der spring sedge, Com-fort
hound that strikes first, cheer him with-out fear; Drag on him! ah, wind him, my
Bitch hits it off in that old thick hedge, Hark for - ward, hark for -ward, haye
1 la
ae Janets Pitokens s fee ewmnons oN Sarees pa ea Nee ree ee
i S cae Sr aaawea ser —
fy C a ieee CSE
er eas MUTE Bei
stea - dy good hounds, Drag on him!» ah, wind him, the co = yer re- sounds.
at him, my boys, Hark for - ward, hark, for - ward,zounds, don’t make a noise.
THE BANKS OF ALLAN WATER.

M. G. LEWIS. : TRADITIONAL,
gy"
Larghetto. -
On the banks of Al - lan Wa - ter, When the sweet spring-time did:
fall, Was the mil = ° ler’s love - ly daugh - ter, Fair- est of them
| ee
SS Seep
mmirese test
all. For his bride a soldier sought her,
—
And
——_— —__.
a win
ERIE
-
a
|
aaa
ningtongue had
.
4 ad lub. ~ fpr ; : eoes

f 7 : r =e o—_ =f
‘ad he; On the banks of Al-lan Wa - ter, None so gay as she.
On the banks of Allan Water, On the banks of Allan Water,

When brown autumn spread its store, When the winter snow fell fast,
There I saw the miller’s daughter, Still was seen the miller’s daughter ;
But she smil’d no more; Chilling blew the blast ;
For the summer grief had ‘bronght her, But the miller’s lovely daughter
And the soldier, false was he ; Both from cold and care was free ;
On the banks of Allan Water, On the banks of Allan water,
None was sad as she. There a corse lay she.

UNDER THE GREENWOOD TREE.

SHAKSPERE. Dr. ARNE,
Allegro non troppo.
<
Un - der the greenwood tree, Who loves to _ lie with me, And ae his
mer-ry note, his mer-ry, mer-ry note, Un - to the sweet bird’s throat, And
tune his mer

- ry note, Un - to the sweet bird’s throat, Come hi - ther,
Sa
obit ther, come
SSS
hi-ther,come hi-ther,come hi - ther, come
ee hi-ther,come hi -ther,come
e
(ee ee sre = ee
hi - ther. Here shall he see e-ne-my, But
SSS
ose
= SS win-ter and rough wea-ther, Hereshall he
SS
ee see e-ne-my, But
a
win-ter and rough
ores
gan peer ee
Se
=NN
teI
wf Pe +2
= Es
o—===
ten
i ee ibe Here shall
he one e- ne-my, But win - ter, but win-ter and rough
a Vv
_h es oT tee Ee one
=
Said oe
(es, aE BESmee SE
A Tt =e =
eee = s5
wea-ther, rough wea-ther, but win-ter andrough wea-ther. Un- aes the green-wood
i =aNal
5 ee ae ew ae
tree, Who loves to lie with me, And tune his mer - ry note, Un- to the
Z a. fag ae =< Seren ase ea eee |

Se bia) RRA ERS Ut ha RAENTALL a. ereee ee
sweet bird’s throat, And tune his mer - ry note, Un -' to the sweet bird’s
eS Sr
throat, Come hi- ther, hi- ther, hi- ther, - ther, come - ther, come
ee hi-ther,come
eee
hi-ther,come hi-ther,come
eespears
hi- ther,come hi-ther,come hi- ther.
LOVE GWILCL SEIND (OUTS ir sii

17th Century.
In moderate time.
1. O- ver the moun-tains, And o - ver the waves; Un-der the foun-tains, And
2, Nou may es - teem him A_ child for his might; Or you may deem him
=
ae soners fs? See ee
un - der the graves; Un - der floods that are deep-est, Which Nep-tune Oo -
coward for his flight; But if she whomlove doth honour Be con-ceal’d from the
- bey; O-ver rocks that are steep- est, Love will find out the way.
day; Set a thou-sandguardsup - her, Love will find out the way.

— : SS
WHEN PENSIVE I THOUGHT OF MY LOVE.

M. KELLY.
Andante.
ibis TaeSEE pag s— oynet he
Oe A MEICAESIEN
: ————— —
its ae ca
ae ae La @
n
1. When pen - sive I thought of my love, The moon on the

2, Me - thought that my love, as I lay, His ring - lets all
Sue ne ee
2 Sea
ae pee — —
a
cas ees ges +45 suas
moun-tain was bright, And Phi - lo-mel down in __ the grove, Broke
clot - ted with gore, In the pale - sess of deathseem’d to say, As
=a ee a = 5 — OES
er ew eee
SSpee aaa eT ORS Re
ae
| ——_ 4__ ———— a BS
-
sweet - ly the si - lence of night. Oh, I wish’d that the
- las, we must ne - ver’ meet more !” Yes, yes, my be -
tear - drop would flow, But felt too much an - guish to

=n lovids = awe must part, The steel of my ri - val _ prov’d
aa ae =)
ee
SS ee ee 6th le
3B
= ee Se a te roe
ee
SS
i a a o so
ee
weep, Till worn by the weight of my woe, I
true, The as - sas - sin has struck on that heart Which
a =
“2 men Dareeaoaaer
SERAES SARS) igs CAREER
ee
irri retst
ee
Se ee — oe ee
ee
parece © Nea Reeceme
o
sank on my pil - low to sleep, to sleep, to

beats with such fer - vour for you, which beats, which
Px ad lib
Cla
Ss a a PT
om
sleep, I sank on my il - low to sleep.

beats, Which beats with such er - your for you!
i PeeGl he beck BEH

UN Dee NUE.
Tune ‘‘ Brighton Camp.” 18th Century.
I’m lone-some since I cross’d the hills, And o’er the moor- land sed - gy, Such
ee ee ae eS
rm
i >—=
PECee
SE
ETA eae el ee eS
=
Sac eee
ieee=a
_——
0
—
hea - vi- ness my bo - som fills, Since part-ing with my Bet - sy. I
SSSS ees
feels
seek
rave
aes oe
for one
=
as
aay Kae ee
fair and gay,

Sa
=i
But
|
find
ee
Dy
none
a
to re - mind
=
me,
eat
How
cea
blest the hours pass’d a - way With the _ girl I left be - hind me.
Tho hour I remember well, My mind her image must retain,

When first she owned she loved me, Asleep or sadly waking ;
A pain within my breast doth tell, I long to see my love again,
How constant I have proved me; For her my heart is breaking.
Bat now I’m bound for Brighton camp, Whene’er my steps return that way,
Kind Heaven then pray guide me, Still faithful shall she find me,
And send me home, safe back again, And never more again I’ll stray
To the girl I left behind me, From the girl I’ye left behind me.
JOUN DICKS’ EDITION|

H
BEST MELODIES BY THE BEST COMPOSERS.
1i4
OH, GIVE ME BUT MY ARAB STEED.

G. A. HODSON.
a a. dh, Gacegive but A - rab steed, M prince

-
de - fends
our’s glorious
his
A - anf steed Vl go, AL Age
2 Oh le with my
cres.
bat - tle speed, To guard him in the

right ; And I will to the
- va- ding foe— I'll save, or with him
cry ; My sov - reign meets th’in
ee
a
LGB fhe 3.
aS
a ee
orien. is Eee
_————————
Ze
His
SS
no - ble crest Ill
=
proudly wear,
eee
Se
And
Sk ye ban - ner, ’mid the strife he braves, With
die! His
if cres. m, aia + ——e ieerergsoerea
Sates es
SS Se
— =e il must to the
=
field repair, But
his scarf - round, But
gird
Shall guide wher-e’er his fal - chion waves, Shall
fade - less lau- aay crown d,
repair, For hark! the trum - pet's sound !

I must to the field sound !
wher-e’er his fal - chionwaves— But hark! the trum - pet's
guide —_ -——~~a Raden: OP)
: :
e—-— =ees
See
rTUsLeeper HasHecordincn icone aanpoodaasdsasos0b3
RTs} Oh,
Hark! hark! hark! the trum - pet’s
a
=e
tempo. 3 :
SS a ee
eS ae =
ee
——-
his right; And

my A - rab steed, My prince de-fends
give me but Pp
=a
cres
=e SeRANE aT 4 a
ar
Seer
And I will
speed, To guard him in the fight;
I will to the bat-tle cres. <
a
et
=
speed, ol guard” im yin) the )ofght;” And yt iiet

: to _—_the battle eat ad lib.
wee
=
To guard him in the fight.

aayapereees bat - “tie speed,
JOHN ANDERSON, My JO.

Oxup ScotcH MELODY.
=
BURNS.
Andante.
When we were first ac - quent, Your

4, John An - der- son, my jo, John,
We clamb the hill the - gither, And
9. John An - der-son, my jo, John,
; == =
Your bon - ny brow’ was brent ; But
locks were like the ra - ven, Now
John, We've had» wi ane a - nither;
mony a can - tie day,
—-
a
a
=f.
——— =
L
Ie? RE TH ‘
locks are like the snaw ; But

now your brow is beld, John, Your
hand in hand we'll g0, And we'll
we maun tot - ter down, John, But
—— ee a== |
a
—— —— my jo.
frost - y pow, John An - der - son,
bless - ings on your my jo.
- ther at the foot, John An - der - son,
sleep the - gi

OUR COUNTRY IS OUR SHIP.

REEVE,
SSS SS SSS a
In moderate time.
coun - try our ship, d’ye see, gal - lant ves - sel,
- mong our - Riven in peace,ae
*tis We quar - rel, make a
too, And of his for - tune proud is he Who’s of the Al - bion’s

rout, And hav - ing no - thing = else to do, Wer TERE thy scold it
SEOWoqisdes-arccks Who’s of the Al-bion’s crew. Each man, what-e’er his

OUL eas We fair - ly scold it out ; But once the e - ne -
sta - tion be, -When- du - ty’s call com - mands, Should take his stand, and
- my in view,Shake hands, we soon. are friends ; an on the deck,
22S SS = eS He
TE 2 ees epee
lend an) hand, As the com - ie cause > mens Should take his
till a wreck, Each the com - mon _ cause ao - fends— For on the
—_—~——_ 2 oe” Sean enkacamecS1
stand, and lend a hand, <As_ the com - mon cause de - mands.
deck, till a wreck, Each the com - mon cause de - fends.
FOLLOW, FOLLOW OVER MOUNTAIN.

Ss. T. SMITH.
SS
: erat: WS:
1. Fol - low, fol - low Oo = ver mountain, Fol - low, fol - low Oo - ver
—+4——— = oa = — aS >So
= ee = re — —— == zat oe
sea, And Tul guide thee to _ love's fountain, If you'll fol - low, fol - low
me Fol - low, fol - low - ver moun-tain, Fol - low, fol - low Oo - ver
SS
FINE.
sea, And Ill guide thee to love’s foun-tain, If you’ll fol - low, fol - low
= 2. With the wa-ters

SS
of the fountain Will ease your ach-ing heart, And the
i,lib. =~ AL SEGNO.
Se eG wes reel
= ae Geosne ee
ro - ses of the moun-tain Shall -to thee a balm im - part. Fol - low,
ee Pee ery Sa ee Re gee =

acne. o
3. For wo-man’s loye is dear - ly bought, If bought with peace of mind; But
ad lib. o~ -~ D.S. Au FINE,
a
ee
Se
ee ee eee
a ieee ae
eee
SS Serves
taste the fount, and not a thought Of love is left be - hind, Fol - low,
116 gee Soa tee ne Woe EST. PONT Oe hie.
TELL ME, MARY, HOW TO WOO THER.

Moderato.72 G. A. HODSON.
Gia SSS aS ats |

Tell me, Ma- en A i, to woo thee, Be my bo - som wl - veal
a ies
———=
oe =e
ee 2Sa =e eesiees =|
All its sor- rows swest un - to thee, All ie Ae Se
8: 2 ony heart can
SSS
feel;
Ss Tell me, Ma - ry, woo thee, Teach my bo -
a SSS =
sor - rows sweet - to thee,
Sper
_
oi
ha FC
heart
OO
can
:_—_
_ feel. No! when joy first bright - en’d o’er us,

2 eel
tye
aS = o= SS
See _o-__jo se cas =———
*Twas not joy il - Inm’d her ray, Ana Oh hon sor - row lies te - foreeeus,
*Twill not chase her smiles a - way, *Twill not chase her smiles ns- way,
ZY espress. — lento. — tr ~ WB. 7dolce.
zeae .- =
_ ;
——~e—e- eS |="
Ee
as a ks TE ecg
sn
ome a ee
*Twill notchase her smiles a- Way. Like the tree
es no winds can
ste Re —E 4) espress.
— — ie=
aren aeae “Fiesta — ge
ie Ore eeett ee ee SS —————
5. ae
se - ver From if, wis) ag
:
round it cast, Thus the heart that
{eaeoa
—
ioe areas. ——
oe —e-—— —_—
a SS Ac aces cease
loy’d thee e - ver, Loves thce, Ma - ry, Loves
om thee, Ma - ry,
ad lib. ee — ~ i ~ ————_ #2 a tempo.
—
cee eT a
z. —— fe ge ere ———- —*
ee a ee =
Loves thee, Ma - ry, the_ MABE ethi
wens Keren,
cORS Tell Ma - ry,
ee
= eal
eB ome mae ne
—~—~— — = at ==Saeer
=s
= = Ss a
how to woo thee, Teach my _ bo - veal its
All its sor - rows sweet un - to thee, All its sor - rows
con anima.
love my heart can feel, All the love my heart can feel,
BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST
'COMPOSERS, U7
DEAR LADY -LOVE.

HENRY HERSEE. Old Welsh Air, *‘ Ar hyd y nos.”
Con espressione. ’
ai beesee acne = a ee
== Se ese ee vcore aad
1. Bright - ly yon - der stars are shin - ing, Dear la) =. CY u-e love:
2, All the ham - let now is sleep - ing, Dear la - dy -- «love!
Ze SN yAC aS SSR IE ROE ST ena gees [ca |
eee
ee ee
Lone - ly here for thee I’m pin - ing, Dear la - dy - love!
Here my lov - ing tryst I’m keep - ing, Dear lan = idy. = love!
=e ee ee
=
All a- round
=
is calm
sae,
and
(ae eee ees
still, love, Save the distant ripp-ling rill, love;
Dear - est, let me soon behold thee! Let these faith - ful arms en - fold thee;
a Hast - en o’er the moon - lit hill, Hire Dear lai) ie - love!
Till my tale of love I’ve told thee; Dear la - a - love!
IS THERE A HEART THAT NEVER LOV’D?

BRAHAM.
Andante. 2
SS |
1 Is there a heart that ne - ver lov’d, Or felt soft wo - man’s

2, For there’s a charm in wo - man’s eye, A lan - guage in her
> ieee <= ae ey saad Oe = =e
op ; ae eas a
is an a Ae Oat ee chase tiie (i'r Rela hlagit aie
sigh P Is there a man can mark un-movy’d Dear wo-man’s tear - ful
tear, A spell LT pte Viney, sa - cred sigh, To man— to vir - tue
: Aue Soe SSgS —-\ 5 yer

ae a |
See = as oe
eye? Oh, bear him to some dis - tantshore, Or 80m) = Lite tale ney
dear ; And he who could re - sist her smiles, With brutes a - lone should
SSS
a Eat sass dee
cell, Where none but sa - vage mon-sters roar, Where love ne’erdeign’d to dwell.
live, Nor taste that joy which care be-guiles, That joy her vir - tues give.
BEGONE, DULL CARE.
y care, I pri - thee be - gone from me,

2. Too much _ Care, Will make a young man turn pray, And
—— —<_—_—_-
pre
- gone! dull care, You and I ace ne - ver a - gree, Long
too much care.. Will turn old man _ to clay. My
ie Ses ae
time hast thou been tar-ryinghere, And
eee
"fain thou wouldst me kill,
a.
But
=
i
l-
wife shalldance and I will sing, So mer-ri- ly pass the day, Kor ial
On (SS
ove
ae
_—=
5aaa
faith,
:
SPREE VS RET TERS
dull
= Oe
5
~~”
(IRKCE Ae on Sea
ee
ee
Thou
eae =n ee
—— be tera
ne-ver shall have thy

ee.
some=poorest
itm
will,
bata
hold it one of the wis - est things To drive dull care a - way.

118 Bee MELODIES OF THE BEST Sh a evciote:
A LIFE ON THE OCEAN WAVE.

E. SARGENT. HENRY RUSSELL.
ea
all vivace.
ae ian on the o - cean wave, A home on the roll - ing deep, Where the
e2eesee ee aaa ard =

ed ee :
scat - ter’d wa - ters rave, And the winds their re-vels keep.
aa
a a
ae onare
theSar
rol - eae
ee eeeeee =
Where the
ee scat - ter’d wa - ters
ay
rave,
aa kee
And
—
the
——__ = ee ee eee
ae eee ee eaeenea ESE TS BePra Sf bivt. a
:
winds their re - vels keep, Like an ea - gle cag’d I pine, On this dull wun-
@
Rag ee _Oh, give me the flash - ing brine, The spray and the tempest’s
ars rae =
= sau
TOMI et A. den,sta life on - cean peigeeate home on the roll - ing

$——++— "5 as
ee ee
ee
a ———s
cas alr aa SEK
ct SN see De germ
deep, Where the scat - ter’d wa - ters rave, And the winds eere - vels
= SS Se a = SS
keep, ie winds, winds, winds their re - vels pet The
winds, the winds, the winds their re - vels eeseect A ra ae Som ME NR ae aa
Once more on the deck I stand, The land is no more in view,

Of my own swift-gliding craft, The clouds have begun to frown,
Set sail, farewell to the land, But with a stout vessel and crew,
The gale follows fair abaft. | We'll say, let the storm come down.
We shoot thro’ the sparkling foam, And the song of our hearts shall be,
Like an ocean bird set free, While the winds and waters rave,
Like the ocean bird, our home A life on the heaving sea,
We'll find far out on the sea. J A home on the bounding wave.
THE MOCKING BIRD.

T. MORTON. Sir H. R. BISHOP.
Allegro moderato.
Pret - ty mock-ing bird, pret- ty mock-ing bird, pret - ty, pret - ty, pret- ty
ee
Me a
es oeea
a ee
=e eee
z
ns
ee
ageQP ee
mock-ing bird, thy form i. see, Pret - ty mock -ing bird, pret - ty
———— Se a=
mock-ing bird, pret-ty, pret-ty, peek: eemock-ing bird,
‘aged form I see, Pret- ty,
oe ae ——
(eee
et ea eee ee ==
pret- ty, pret- ty mock-ing bird, ey ae = see, Pret-ty mock-ing bird, thy
MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. 119
BEST
THE MOCKING BIRD.— Continued.
= SS SS
Pam ate
a os aap
— =
e e
I see, Swing - ing with the breeze, swing - ing with the
ee
form
————_ 9— 1-3
a —____—_—-—*
ee ge ee za =
al ee
on the man - grove tree. Pret - ty
breeze, On the man- grove tree,
ee ee eo
Ly = See = Se
the grove, wake the grove, wake the
warb - ler, pret - ty warb - ler, wake
= =
oe ee
bird, pret - ty mock- ing bird, pret - ty,
WEOVOscaeceseens: Pret - ty mock - ing
ee
qeasits
|
irae ——— SSS
saan ees Seaweed ee
aySESS Ear eee pas
== = ee
see, Pret-ty mock-ing bird, - ty
pret
pret-ty, pret-ty mock -ing bird, thy form at
—
oes Say ae grea
as ET | —— rari =aaa
a ee eer ——— eR
TT ee
Pret- ty,
i
I see,
————————
pret-ty, pret-ty mock-ing bird, thy form

mock-ing bird, pret-ty,
ae we
Ss
eee Ns
NEL BS
eZ to a ee
a
2 ~——— = eee ee
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pret - ty, pret - ty mock-ing bird, thy
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bird, thy form it see.
pret - ty, pret - ty, pret - ty, pret -ty mock-ing
MY FRIEND AND PITCHER. SHIELD.
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no more— My charm -
ask
can be rich - er? Give me

such what mor - tal
See a ee PS
———- Ta a —
—¢ es —@~C
Ww and pitch - er.
With my sweet girl, my friend,
fig for care,
From morning sun I’d never grieve, | Tho’ fortune ever shuns my door,h her,
To toil a hedger or a ditcher, | T do not know what can bewitc
poor, ;
Tf that when I come home at eve, With all my heart, can I be er.
: With mysweet girl, my friend, and pitch
LT might enjoy my friend, the pitcher.
My friend so rare, &c- | My friend so rare, &c.

120 BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST’ COMPOSERS.
JUST LIKE LOVE IS YONDER -ROSE.

JOHN DAVY.
Andante. st — — . a ie ri
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a
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te ee Se
tears its dew - y leaves dis - close, And in the midst of bri-ars it blows,
Just like love, just like love, just like love, just like love!
Call’d in bloom up on the breast, Since roughthorns the stem in - vest,

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a Gol Se =ele pon vom — as a es ee re on
i wo = —— = . aoe
tears its dew - y leaves dis - close, And in the midst of bri-ars it blows,
Just like love, just like love, just like love, just
SS
like love!
And when rude hands the twin buds se - ver, They die, and they shall
5— to $ ——— ae es ee
2 Ss pate eg eS 23 — a
blos - som ine - ver, Yet the thorns be sharp as eV = er, Yet the
thorns be sharp as ev - er— Just like love, just _ like love.

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ae throws;
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bri-ars it blows, Just like love, just like love. And in themid’stof bri-ars it
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blows, it blows— Just like love, just like love, just like love, just like love.
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION ]|
BES!’ MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. 121
THE DASHING WHITE SERGEANT.

Sir H. R. BISHOP.
GENERAL BURGOYNE.
Allegro dla militaire.
~ f For a sol - dier who'd go, Do you

1 tt * big had a beau
sol - dier is gone, Do you think Id take on, Or sit
2. When my
——]— Sol
oe
hd aS
-
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ee Sa so ——_~s——
say no? No, no, note L! For a sol - dier who’d go, Do you
think I’d Or sit
mo- ping for - lorn? No, no, not tI! Do you think I’d take on,
5 (2 Se ee
&: —e Sy ae” Pearl nes sewees

no, nO, no, n0, no, not I! When his
think I’d say no? No,
No, no, no, no, no, no, not I! His
mo- ping for - lorn?
oS
(=p eae
e -
red .coat I saw, Not a tear would it draw, But I’d give him
How my bo - som would burn, When I saw him re -
fame my con-cern,
ad lib. UN
@ ——— 2 Se
pee ee dortay Nise yeDea) Mees Fe!
y"ry! If an ar - my of A - ma-zons e’er
- turn crown’d with vic = to -
dash-ing white ser - geant I'd march a - way,
—= =
A dash-ing white ser - geant ’'d march a - way, march a - way,
a - way, march & = WAYy.....000--+ march a - way, march @ - WAYyee0........-

march
ERE AROUND THE HUGE OAK.

SHIELD.
Andante con moto. ara
aaa Gr pe a ae eT,
SS a aera OP a
a
the huge oak, that o’er - sha - dows yon mill, The fond
Ere a - round
r os ao 2
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to CD) e=0 ee UWIDG 3 aces. - Ere the church was a

is vy had dar’d_
Se
a,
ee. BEES = say
SS SS
a
—S nest on the
that nods on the hill, Or the rook built its
Tipe dle
SS ee
eee ee
the rook built its nest on the DING. oh entee
pine, Or
TI could trace back the time to a far distant date, He, dying, bequeath’d to his son a good name,
Which unsullied descendedtome; || _,
Since my forefathers toil’d in the field ;
And the farm I now hold on your honour’s estate For my child I’ve preserv’d it, unblemish’d with shame,
Is the same which my grandfather till’d. ‘And it still from a spot shall go free.

122 | BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
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COME, SWEET LASS.

From “Pills to Purge Melancholy,’ a.p., 1699.
Tune ‘‘ Greenwich Park.’’
Andante. |
) ———— SS = AOE = =
1. Come, sweet lass, This bon - ny wea-ther, Let’s to - ge - ther,
2. On our Come, sweet i
green The loons are sport - ing, Pip - ing, court - ing, On our i
lass, Let’s tip up - on the — grass. Ey - ’ry where, Poor Jock-y_ seeks his «
green The blith-est lads are seen. There, all day, Our las - sies dance and 4
SSS SS SSS= 4
\
dear, And un - less you ap - pear, beau - here.

play, And ev - ry one is gay But ‘T orkee you’re 2 - way.
WHEN THAT I WAS A LITTLE TINY BOY.

SHAKSPERE. 16th Century.
In moderate time.
1. When that I was a little ti-ny boy, With a heigh!

2.
ho! the
But when I came _ to man’s es - tate, With a heigh! ho! the
wind and the rain, And fool - ish thing was but a toy, For the
wind and the rain, ’Gainst thieves and knaves men shut yeas gate, For the
cres.
a, RES <——— _eann e —z— erase es
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5 SS Se
rai n ra in - eth ‘i ev’ <r y ay,
day :
rain 7 Tain - eth CY oi ry ies With a heigh! ho! the
wind and the rain, For the rain it rain - eth OViten aiYy mein,
But when I came, alas, to wive, | A great while ago the world begun,
With a heigh! ho! the wind and the rain, With a heigh! 1 ho! the wind and the rain,
By swaggering never could I thrive, But that’s all one, our play is done,
For the rain it raineth ev’ry day. | And we'll strive to please you ev’ry day.
With a heigh! ho! &c. With a heigh! ho! &c.
GATHER YE ROSEBUDS.
HERRICK. From Playford’s “‘ Ayres and Dialogues,” a.p., 1652.
Allegretto.
oni
ee ee ee — eae a
MSS 1 sen eee ee BESO
ED S a ee vee Oe
eee
aye ber eurye rose - buds while ye may; Old Time is
2. Yon glo - rious lamp of heay’n, the sun, The high - er
still Nae ee sibeg - ing; And this same flow’r that

he is get - ting, The soon
=
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smiles
=
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SS
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Sma pas
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Se will
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oe
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race be run, And nears er he’s to set - ting.
That age is best which is the first, Then be not coy, but use your time,
When youth and blood are warmer; And, while ye may, go marry;
But being spent, the worse—and worst, For, haviing once but lost your prime,
Times still succeed the former. You may for ever tarry.
SOHN DICKS’ EDITION.|
LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG.

17th Century.
——S SS SS SS
Allegretto.
1. Love me lit - tle, love me long, Is the bur - den of my song,

2. Win - ter’s cold, or sum-mer’s heat, Au - tumn’s tem - pest on it. beat,
SSS Love that is too hot and strong, Burn - eth soon to waste.
It ean ne - ver know de ~- . feat, Ne - ver can re . bel,
Still, I would not have thee cold, Nor too back-ward, nor too bold;
Such the love that I would gain, Such the love, I tell thee plain,
et ee egies [Cort ngewe ee ny

——————
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a ae pe
ae
Love that last - eth till *tis old, Fa - deth not in haste.
Thou must give, or woo in vain, So, to thee, fare - well.
THE ARETHUSA.
PRINCE HOARE. SHIELD.
Allegro con spirito,
1. Come all ye jol - ly sail - ors bold, Whose hearts are cast in
2. "Twas with the spring fleet she went out, The ° En - glish Chan-nel to
==
Lacan
SS
ae TST
ES BES FEO
as
i.
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hon - our’s mould, While En- glish_ glo - ry I Une-8 fold. eeEurien «era tole tie
a - bout, When four French sail, in show so stout, Bore down on the
ee ee
cruise
Sas ee ee ee
| :
—+# a '_sa—_o— oes So ee Se
A@remrocen -bhil, «2 ssa She is a fri - gate tight andbrave, As

Ueto = Ghiilecom Sis The fam’d Belle Ponlestraighta - head did lie, The
- er stemm’d the dash - ing wave, Her men are staunch to their
ev
Anan -re «=~ thu’, -- 8a seem’d to fly, Not a sheet, or a tack, or 4a
| i ie Ee
pie A Ayene 2) ee BS OR A aS rer apes
sca aero
> ee —o——
—-—*
nid
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fav - ’rite launch, And when the _ foe shall meet our fire, Soon - er than
brace did sheslack, Tho’ the French-men laugh’d, and thought it stuff, Butthey knew not the
= a — — ES SER
— - -
= a
SS t 3 ane et
we'll all ex - pire, On board of the A - re - thu = ga,

strike
hand - ful of men, so tough, On board of the,*A = re =-'tha = ‘sa.
On deck five hundred men did dance, The fight was off the Frenchman’s land,
The stoutest they could find in France ; We drove them back upon their strand,
We with two hundred did advance For we fought till not a stick would stand
On board the Arethusa. Of the gallant Arethusa.
The captain hail’d the Frenchman, “ Ho!” And now we’ve driy’n the foe ashore,
The Frenchman then cried out, ‘‘ Hallo!”’ Never to fight with Britons more,
** Bear down, d’ye see, to our Admiral’s lee,”’ Let each fill a glass to his fay’rite lass !
““No, no,” says the Frenchman, “ that can’t be,” A health to the captain, and officers truce,
«Then I must lug you along with me,” ‘And all that belong to the jovial crew,
Says the saucy Arethusa. On board of the Arethusa.

CHERRY RIPE.
HERRICE CHAS. HORN.
cry, Fall and fair ones
Cher-ry ripe, cher-ry ripe, ripe I cry, Full and fair ones come and ne Ph
If so be you ask me where They do grow, I an - swer there! Wheremy Ju - lia’s

iy marcato. AL SEGNO.
ee
2 a : te= —_
ee eee
Se ee
e
—=———___—
=e
Sa =
AD ST ae ioe ane on, 3 oa capil. To en aes
Beem nea et
lips do smile, There’sthe land of cher - ry isle, There’sthe land of cher - ry isle.
SesS eSReSS
binctet rs
es a oeeee
ESSaag cece Taal 22 er as SoS es eae
=
z
ee
eae
tee ed
Paes
Where my Ju - lia’s lips do smile,
Sie
There’s the land
ee eeee ns
of cher - ry isle.
Po be —~
ee a ROS Ese i << = = nome
———— caneaee a See Se
There plan - ta- tions ful - ly show, All the year where cher - ries grow,
—_~
eee a
C2 SATE
pL coum gyorn
ieee ——wen i acresae
<—#-o_|- se fag
All the year where cher - ries grow. Cher-ry ripe,cher-ry ripe, ripe I cry,
Full and fair ones come and buy, Full and = fair ones come and buy.
GOD SAVE THE QUEEN.

H. CAREY.
==
Dr. JOHN BULL.
=
Maestoso.
oe ee
God save our
BES as Seana eee
areee =" —
———
gra - cious Qneen! Long live our no - ble Queen!
REPEAT IN CHORUS.
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————— os
<a
—_—__-—
God save the Queen! Send her W102 ctO £8 ay Scones Hap - py and
ie
a
—~ ie
ee
as «i—
ee
m REPEAT IN VaOnE
SS]
glo - rious; Long to reign Oo - ver us; God save the Queen!
Oh, Lord our God, arise,
Scatter her enemies, Thy choicest gifts in store
On her be pleased to pour,—
And make them fall!
Long may she reign!
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks; May she defend our laws,
Aud ever give us cause
On thee our hopes we fix,— To sing with heart and voice,
God save us all! God save the Queen !
Dr. JOHN BULL, born 1563, died March 13, 1628, At the
and ten years later, received the degree of Doctor of Music, age of 19 became organist of Hereford Cathedral,
at Oxford. In 1596, was appointed Professor of Mnsic
at Gresham College, opened in that year. Was subsequently
Elizabeth, and James I. In the year 1613, left England, one of the organists of the Chapel Royal, under Queen
and won great fame on the Continent as an organist
composer. In the year 1617, became organist of Antwerp and
positions are preserved in Queen Elizabeth’s “ Virginal Cathedral, in which he lies buried. Many of his com-
Book,’—a collection of pieces to be played on this
“Virginals.” As a harmonist, he was in advance of his time.
tO) DY day SINE BS ee
Page
. §. Lover 16|Erearoundthe HugeOak. -. - Shield
Angel’s Whisper, The. . 4 G. H. Rodwell
3
. °
- J. Chandler 23 Flower of Ellerslie, The .
Adieu, my Native Land . 5 : i . Jd. E. Loder
3 : . Burns 40} Flow, Rio Verde
A Man’s a Man for a’ That. . ; . : a W. Hawes
Angels ever Bright and Fair . 5 . Handel 48| Father William
51/| Farewell, my Trim Built Wherry . » Dibdin
Away with Melancholy é : - Mozart Dr. Arnold
. Reissiger 57 | Faint and Wearily (Memoir) ¥ .
Adieu to Thee (Memoir) . : : . W. Reeve
. (Memoir) Fortune may Frown . a
A Traveller stopt at a Widow’s Gate 62) From Mighty Kings . : ; - Handel
S. Storace
84. Fairest Isle, All Isles Excelling . : . Purcell
All Thingslove thee,sodoI . ._ C.K. Horn : . Arnold
; . Alex. Lee 98 Flow, thou Regal Purple Stream
Away to the Mountain’s Brow . | Fresh and Strong the Breeze is Blowing . Dr. Arne
Auld Lang Syne. (Old Scotch Melody. ‘‘I fee’da 100 |Follow, follow over Mountain . . Ss. f. Smith
lass at Martinmas.’’) . Robert Burns
Gaily the Troubadour. . A . T. H. Bayly
A Southerly Wind and Cloudy Sky. (The Fox-
111! Garland, The (Memoir) 3 e . Mendelssohn
chase.) . : : ; - ‘ . Ancient
|Girl I left behind me
A Life on the Ocean Wave, a Home on the Rolling
: : . Henry Russell 18 | (Tune, “* Brighton Camp,” 18th Century ) 113
Dee p 2
123 Gather ye Rosebuds (From Playfurd’s ** Ayres and
Arethusa, The . . Shie'd
Zurich’s Waters Dialogues,” A.D. 1652) :
By the Margin of Fair “Dr. John Bull
L.S Danve 6 'God Save the Queen (Memoir) .
11 Here’s to the Maiden : . T. Linley
Bay of Biscay, The (Memoir) . : . . Davy . ; : Dr. Boyce
; ‘ . R. Leveridge 12) Hearts of Oak (Memoir)
Black-eyed Susan . ‘ ; Dr. Arnold
A 6 : ; Handel 12 Hardy Sailor, The
But, oh, what art.
Meyerbeer 33 Home, Sweet Home (Memoir) . H, R. Bishop
Beautiful Fishermaiden . Schubert
Blackbird, The Hook 43 Hear me, Dear One (Memoir)
Baby’s Hushaby, The . ” Michael Kelly 61 Harp that once thro’ Tara’s Halls, The (Memoir)
: Reeve 77 Arranged by Thomas Moore
Bee proffers Honey, The
v¥at Dr. Arne 80 Heaving of the Lead, The. . : _ Shield
Blow, Blow, thou Winter Winds | He Loves, and Rides Away . Charles E. Horn
Bloom is on the Rye, The (My Pretty Jane) . Paisiello
Sir H. R. Bishop 90 |Hope told a Flattering Tale (Memoir)
; : é p . Dr. Arne 93 | He was famedfor Deeds of Arms (Memoir)
By Dimpled Brook 101 D. Corri
Banks of the Blue Moselle, The. . G.H. Rodwell . . é Reeve
; J. Blewitt 101| Heart shouldbe Happy, The
Bird of the Wilderness (Memoir) 108 In Childhood my Toys. : ; : . Lortzing
Bailiff’s Daughter of Islington, The . Traditional
110 | In my Cottage near a Wood : R. A. Moreland
Bid me Discourse A : . Sir H. R. Bishop Flower (Memoir)
; : Traditional 111,1I have plucked the Fairest
Banks of Allan Water, The. 117, Alexander Lee
Begone, Dull Care F A . 17th Century . Purcell
F ; A . Alex Lee 8 Tattempt from Love’s Sickness to fly
Come, Dwell with Me . 11' Isle of Beauty . 5 j A . Whitmore
“‘Come if you Dare’”’ . : haa . Purcell ‘ . Auber
) iI Don’t Object . 3 A é
Child of Earth with the Golden Hair (Memoir 30 I could never Lustre see. ‘ : .T. Linley
Charles E. Horn .C. Dibdin
35 | 1 Lock’d Upall my Treasure . E
Canadian Boat Song . é : -Thomas Moore . Mrs. E. Fitzgerald
: _ Donizetti 47 I Remember, I Remember .
Com’ é Gentil (Memoir) . 55 It was a Lover and his Lass (Memoir).
Come unto these Yellow Sands (Memoir) H. Purcell Thomas Morley
Come, live with me, and be my Love 92 I’ve been Roaming : : 6 . C. B. Horn
Sir H. R. Bishop . : . Reeve
. A . Old English 94'Iama Friar of OrdersGray_
Come, Lasses and Lads Shield 103 Is there a Heart that never Lov’d? . . Braham
Cease, Rude Boreas . ; h 3
. Alexander Lee 104! Jack’s Alive . . . Words and Music by C. Dibdin
Come where the Aspens Quiver 122 | Jessie, the Flow’r of Dunblane (Memoir).
Come, Sweet Lass. (Tune, “ Greenwich Park) R, A. Smith
Cherry Ripe : . Charles Horn 124 . Spofforth
: ‘ . John Braham 58 |Julia to the Wood-Robin (Memoir) .
Death of Nelson, The 65 | John Anderson, my Jo ; . Old Scotch Melody
Deep, Deep Sea, The . i a ; C. E, Horn. . John Davy
: Hérold 75 | Just like Loveis yonder Rose.
Days of Artless Pleasure (Memoir) . 82 |Lass of Richmond Hill, The (Memoir) James Wade
Hook
Dews of Night, The . : : Lord Bur ghersly : . J. A.
. é . (Old Welsh Air) 117 |Love was once a Little Boy
Dear Lady-love Long I’ve Watched . . A - Weber
Dunois, the Young and Brave (Memoir) . Hortense 85
F : Schubert
92! Last Farewell, The . :
Drink to me only with thine Eyes . Traditional . i ‘ Meyerbeer
6 . Traditional 96 |Lovely Isabelle (Memoir)
Down among the Dead Men . 121 | Love amongst the Roses. ; . J.C. Doyle
Dashing White Sergeant, The . Sir H. R. Bishop _. Matthew Locke
. ° . Wagner 15 | Let’s have a Dance (Memoir)
Elizabeth’s Prayer (Memoir) Let me Wander, not Unscen (Memoir) . Handel
. : . Meéhul 65
Ere Infancy’s Bud. (Memoir) Spohr 70: LaDonnaéMobile .- + + «+ ° Verdi
Evening is Closing : ; : ; 2
186 CONTENTS.
Love in her Eyes Sits Playing . . Handel Slowly Dies the Day, Love (Memoir) Bochsa
Last Rose of Summer, 'The A Adaptedby Moore She never told her Love . Haydn
Lordly Gallants (Memoir) : A - Callcott Scots wha hae wi’ Wallace bled (Memoir)
Let the Bright Seraphim . . 4 - Handel Robert Burns
Love’s Ritornelle (Memoir) 3 - T. Cooke Standing Toast, The (Memoir) . .C. Dibdin
Lovely Nan . : 5 . C. Dibdin See the Rosy Morn popes 5 Shield
Look Forth, my Fairest 5 Balfe Soldier’s Tear, The ; Alexander Lee
Love will Find Out the Way | 17th Century Should he upbraid : H. R. Bishop
Love Me Little, Love Me Long - 17th Century Soldier tired of War’s Alarms, The Dr. Arne
My Native Land, Good-night Miss Fowler See what Pretty Brooms . Charles Dorn
Morn Returns, The - Paxton Summer will come again Whitaker
My Normandy 5 Fredev a Bévrat Streamlet, The . Shield
My Dog and my Gun . Arne Sapling Oak, iLher Storace
Minstrel Boy, The : iheniae Moore Said a Smile to a Tear Braham
My Mother bids me Bind my Hair. . Haydn Sigh no more, Ladies (Memoir) — R. J. 8. Stevens
My Heart with Love is Beating . “ - Shield Through all the Heaven ; Donizetti
Mermaid’s Song (Memoir) . . 4 Haydn Token, The . . Dibdin
Meeting of the Waters, The "Twere vain to tell Thee all Ifecl F. Stockhausen
Arranged by Thomas Moore Tis but alittle Faded Flower J. R. Thomas
Mischievous Bee, The eet) . Dr. Harington Tell me, my Heart 3 H.R. Bishop
My Boyhood’s Home ; 3 Rooke To Mary iin Heaven Miss Lucy Johnston
My Sister dear : Sie Auber Thorn, The Shield
May we ne’er want a Fr iend John Davy To the Vine Feast (Memoir) ; ; Rooke
Meet me by Moonlight J. A. Wade Trumpet shall sound on the Tower, The
Mountain Maid, The (Memoir) . - Sinclair M. W. Balfe
Mocking Bird, The . Sip TEER, Bishop Thou Soft-flowing Avon . Dr. Arne -
My Friend and Pitcher. b Shield Three Ages of Love, The (Memoir) E. J. Loder
Oh, say not Woman’s Heart is bought Whitaker Tear, The (Memoir) ; 4 F. Kiwcken
Oh, thon, whoseBeauty . 6 Kalliwoda Tom Starboard (Memoir) . J. Mazzinghi
Oh, rest thee, Babe John Whitaker There was a Jolly Miller once
On Yonder Rock reclining (Memoir) . Auber Old English dteledts “The Budgeon.”’
Oh, wert thou in the Cauld Blast Mendelssohn Tell her I'll love her . 3 Shield
Oft in the Stilly Night. Tell me, Mary, how to woo thee G. A. Hodson
Arranged by Sir John Stevenson Under the Tree . W. M. Rooke
Or let the Merry Bells . eHandel Under the Walnut Tree (Memoir) George Linley
Oh, Nanny wilt thou gang wi’ me? |, T. Carter Under the Greenwood Tree . Dr. Arne
Oh, bid your Faithful Ariel fly Cee T. Linley Why are you wandering here, I pray t2 Nathan
Old Towler (Memoir) . . Shield When the Rosebud of Summer Sir J. Stevenson
Oh, give me but my Arab Steed. . G. A. Hodson Welsh Harper, The 3 . T. Smith
Our Country is Our ye Reeve When Daisies Pied ; . Dr. Arne
Pray, Goody . f . Michael K. elly With an Honest Old Friend. (Memoir) Henry Carey
Pilot, The . "elton Waft her, Angels ; Handel
Patty Kavanagh (Memoir) . 5 _W. Reeve Within a "Mileof Edinbro’ Town James Hook
Pilgrim of Love, The . . H. R. Bishop When I am Dead (Memoir) Kozeluch
Plough Boy, The . . Shield Wood-pecker, The (Memoir) Michael Kelly
Primroses deck the Bank’s Green Side <T. Linley Where the Bee sucks . . Dr. Arne
Rule Britannia (Memoir) : ‘ . Dr. Arne While the Lads in the Village
‘Rose of the Desert (Memoir) . a <. Sporr Words and Music by C. Dibdin
Rich and Rare were the Gems With Lowly Suit and cn Ditty . Storace
Arranged by Thomas Moore What tho’ I trace : 3 - Handel
We met cao mor) : T. H. Bayly
Roast Beef of Old England, The (Memoir) Leveridge What shall I do? : Purcell
Road !—the Road! The (Memoir) G. H. B. Rodwell When pensive I thought of - my Love’ M. Kelly
Rock’d in the Cradle of the Deep (Memoir) When that I was a Little BG Tee 16th Centur y
J.P. Knight Ye Banks and Braes . 3 .. Miller
Rose had been Washed, The (Memoir) Webbe Young Agnes ; : : Auber
Since first I saw your Face 4 ‘ ; Ford Ye little Birds. 5 ‘ Ariz R. Bishop
[ *,* The Editor is indebted to the following eminent firms for assistance, and alse
for permission to publish songs contained in this work: Messrs. Chappell & Co.,
Messrs. Dutf & Stewart, and Mr. B. Williams. ]
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Allin the Downs the fleet was moor’d ‘ ‘ Here’s to the maiden of bashful fifteen . . 8
A baby was sleeping, It’s mother was Lene Hear me, dear one, tender sighing . 26
Ah, lovely Isabelle! . : : . é c How calm and bright Is this lovely spring night 47
‘Adieu, adieu, my native shore . “ : A Hope told a flatt’ring tale . ; 61
Adieu, my native land, adieu . ° . 2 4 He was famed for deeds of arms. 76
Angels ever bright and fair . : Hurrah, o’er Hounslow Heath to roam. 82
‘Away with melancholy C , A : i 4 How gaily the linnet sings, perch’d ou the
Adieu to thee,my native land 3 ° 5 orn . : ; 6 : 85
At the Baron of Mowbray’s gate was seen : : Here’s a health to the king, and 2 lasting
A baby wander’d from its home. : : peace . sn OG
A traveller stopt at a widow’s gate . : Ls In ghilahood my toys were the sceptre and crown . 29
A hermit who dwells in these solitudes . 3 : In fukAh near a wood, love and Rosa now are
A flaxen-headed cow-boy, as simple as may be . . 2 é , moe
A knight of a gay and gallant mien . : ‘ I havepiel d the fairest flower 82
Away, away to the mountain’s brow. 3 : IT attempt from love’s sickness to fly in vain 3
A southerly wind andacloudy sky . . : 5 Is there for honest poverty : : : : . 40
A life on the ocean wave : ; : I don’t object, I don’t object . $ : 3 48
By the margin of fair Zurich’s waters. 5 = I could never lustre see c 60
Bright hope, return, my soul entrance I knew by the smoke that so gracefully curled. 63
Beautiful fishermaiden, bring thy frail boat to land I lock’d up all my treasure ° 5 7
By Celia’s arbour all the night - 2 : It was Dunois, the young and brave . 85
Blow, blow, thou winter wind . é : 5 I eee I remember, how my childhood flected
Bright Chanticleer proclaims the dawn y z ° 3 < ae fet!
By dimpled brook and fountain brim It was a lover and his lass. ‘ 3 : * 7
Bird of the wilderness Tve been roaming, I’ve been roaming : r - 102
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear : Iam a friar of orders gray . 3 : - 108
Begone dull care . - c A F I’m lonesome since I cross’d the hills A . A mats:
Brightly yonder stars are shining b : : Is there a heart that never lovd? . ° 5 py Lely
But, oh, what art can teach ; ; : If I had a beau for a soldier who’d g0 : : «121
Come dwell, come dwell with me ; John Anderson, my jo, John . 2 oy dee
Come cheer up, my lad s, tis to glory we steer Just like love is ” yonder rose ° ° sy aA:
“Come if you dare,” our trumpets sound. Love was once a little boy. ° weno
Child of earth with the golden hair . Long I’ve watch’d beneath the willow : LG
Come unto these yellow sands : Loud roar’d the dreadful thunder . : - y yylal
Come live with me and be my love . Let’s have a dance upon the heath . 22,
Come lasses and lads, get leave of your dads Let gay ones and great Make the most of their fate 3
Cease, rude Boreas, blust? ring railer. 3 Let me wander, rot unseen : “ : . - o4
Come where the aspen quivers . : Love in her eyes sits playing . : - ; . 46
Come, sweet lass, this bonny weather : Lordly gallants, tell me this : : : . - of
Come all ye jolly’ sailors bold , : : : Let the bright seraphim in burningrow . . . 56
Days of artless pleasure. : : é : Look forth, look forth, my fairest . E = 5) Ae
Drink to me only with thine eyes : A : ‘ Love me little, love me long : las:
Ere infancy’s bud had expanded é : c *Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam , 19
Ev’ning is closing the night is at hand My mother bids me bind my hair : : Sinideehs woo
Ere around the huge oak, that o’ershadows yonmill My heart withloveis beating . - 2 5 ~» 3
Flow, Rio Verde, in melody fi Ow 2 F b My boyhood’s home, I see thy hills . ° SoU
Faintly as tolls the ev’ning chime . 5 My sister dear, o’er this rndecheek . : ¢ 53
From the white blossom’d. sloe, my dear Chloe re- My pretty Jane, my pretty Jane. : ° 90
quested , : Meet me by moonlight alone. - c : 105
Faint and wearily the way--worn traveller - Now the dancing sunbeams play j / 4 42
Fortune may frown, but the true lover’s breast On Richmond Hill there lives a lass . : : . 7
For England when with fay’ring gale : : . Oh, say not woman’s heart is bought : : ° o
From mighty kings he took the ‘spoil 7 ; . Oh; mighty Virgin, limplore thee . : Py caps
Fairest isle, all isles excelling . 5 ; 4 Oh, thou whose beauty shines with ey’ hey fond wish
Flow, thou regal, purple stream “ : 6 ° beaming : a5 ts
Fresh and strong the breeze is blowing “Oh, pilot, ’tis a fearful night 23 , : ‘ 5 a)
Follow, follow over mountain . Over the sunny hills I stray 2 . . . - 24
Gaily the troubadour BaUEN Dyhis guitar Oh, slumber, my darling . ° : : : a oO
Gentle Zitella, whither away? On "yonder rock reclining : : Gg
Gentle waves upon the deep : : Oh, wert thou in the cauld blast? . . - 42
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may Oft in the stilly night . 2 00
God saye our gracious Queen . ; : . , O’er Nelson’s tomb, with silent arief oppressed ny tts!
128 INDEX OF FIRST LINES.
O4, come with me, my love. | The trumpet shall sound on the tower. A é
Or ynthia, my beloved : ’Tis the last rose of summer >
Or let the merry bells ring round 5 | The moon on the ocean was dimm’d by a ripple
Oh, the early time of love . : : Thou soft-flowing Avon, by thy silver stream .
Oh, Nanny, wilt thou gang wi’ me? . "Twas within a mile of Ediaboro’ town . :
Oh, bid your faithful Ariel fly . 5 The soldier tired of war’s alarms . i
On the banks of Allan water. : The moon displayed, when green leaves fall : ee
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Over the mountains The streamlet that flow’ d round her cot :
O give me but my Arab steed, my ‘prince defends The sun has gane down o’er the lofty Ben Lomond .
his right “ . e The dews of night, in silence soft descending . -
Our couutry is our ship, qd’ye see 2 eho The sapling oak, lost in the dell. : : 5 4
Pray Goody, please to moderate the rancour of eon: Tom Starboard was a lover true . i 7 6
tongue . There was a jolly miller once
Primroses deck the bank’s ereen side. Tell her I’ love her while the clouds drop rain
Pretty mocking bird, pretty mocking bir ad The rose had been wash’d, just wash’d in a shower
Rose of the desert! thou, whose blushing ray There was a youth, anda well-beloved youth . :
Rich and rare were the gems she wore The mountain maid from her bow’r has hied .
Rock’d in the cradle of the deep. Tell me, Mary, how to woo thee ° 6 A ;
She’s sportive as the zephyr 3 The wealthy fool, with golden store. - - :
Since first I saw your face . 3 : Vee
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Slowly dies the day, love. : 6 Under the tree, “neath the merry green tree . :
_Shall we meet ere ev’ning’s gray? Under the walnut tree 5 c - .
She never told her love Under the greenwood tree . ¢ a A 5
Scots wha hae wi Wallace bled . When Britain first at Heaven’s command : c
Shades of ev’ning closenot o’erus . ‘‘ Why are you wandering here, I pray ?”’
See! the rosy morn appearing 5 . When the rosebud of summer, its beauties bestow-
Should he upbraid ing : 5 ci 4
Sweet Nancy Nouce and Jack Jib-boom When daisies pied and violets blue . 4
See what pretty brooms I’ve brought With an honest old friend, and a merry old song 9
Sweet is the ship, that under sail Woman’s inconstancy makes poor man tremble.
Said a smile to a tear . Waft her, angels, through the skies A ‘
Since the first dawn of reason that beam’ d on When Capid one day had str ayed to a bow’r
mind : When I am dead, my humble grave . - js A
Should auld acquaintance be forgot : Where the bee sucks, there lurk I
Sigh no more ladies—ladies, sigh no more. Vee ey roast beef was the Englishman’ 3
Stay, sweetenchanter of the grove . 00 :
Through all the heaven o’erclouded. While the lads in the village shall mer rily, arth si
The hardy sailor braves the ocean With lowly suit and plaintive ditty 7 5
The breeze was fresh, the ship in stays What though I trace each herb and flower A
’*Twere vain to tell thee all I feel We met !—’twasin a crowd. g
’Tis but a little faded flower When the glow-worm gilds the elfin flow’ r :
Tell me my heart, why morning pr ime ‘ete
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Thou ling’ ring star, with less’ ning ray When pensive I thought of my love . : 4
The harp that once ‘thro’ Tara’s halls When one we love lies dying . 5 5 ‘
The morn returns in saffron drest When that I was a little tiny boy . 5 °
‘The minstrel boy to the war is gone . Ye banks and braes 0’ bonnie Doon . }
Thon, farewell, my trim-built wherry Young Agnes, beauteous flower! . s ; 5 a
There is not in the wide world a valley so swe oct Young love flew to the Paphian bow’r : . :
"Twas ona bank of daisies sweet A « e “You a6 old, Father William,” the yor ung man
To the vine-feast, the vine-feast : ed ¢ : Benge)
‘Twas here a long, long year ago Ye littlebirds that blythely sing Bs Pit 5h welir
THE
BESTAMELODIES
OF THE
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BEST COMPOSERS.
MUSIC AND WORDS.
SELECTED AND EDITED BY’ HENRY HERSEE.

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PREFAOR.
THE suecess which attended

the first series of ‘Best Melo
dies of the Best Composers
warrants the publication of the ”?
second series now issued, in whic
h will be found a large number
of the National Melodies of England, Scotland,
and Ireland, and many of the
by Robert Burns and Thomas best lyrics penned
Moore. Part IT. contains selections
from the works of Purcell,
Arne, Arnold, Shield, Callcott,
Storace, Dibdin, Bishop, Horn,
Balfe, and other British com-
posers ; in addition to illustra
tions of Handel and other fore
ign musicians. Part I. contained
215 melodies; in the present
volume 226 will be found, and
amongst them a large number
songs which have long enjoyed of
a popularity that seems likely
to endure for many years to
It will not be necessary to come.
repeat the general remarks
contained in the copious pref
Part I. It may, however, be permissible ace to
to quote the concluding portions
to say of Part IT. as of Part I, of that preface, and
:—
“The ‘Best. Melodies’ have been

derived from the best sources, and, in many cases
reference to the originals has resu , a
lted in a correction of errors whie
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crown, he had nae- thingelse be - side; To make the crown a pound my

night, but their bread I couldna win; Auld Rob maintain’d thembaith, and, wi’
Ja-miegaed to sea, And the crown and the pound were baith for me. He
tears in his e’e, He said, “‘Jen-ny, for their sakes, will youno’ mar-ry me?’ My
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did - na Jen-ny dee? Oh, why do it live to say, Oh, wae’s me,
My father argued sair—my mither didna speak; Oh, sair did we greet, and mickle did we say;
But she look’d in my face till my heart was like to break; We took but ae kiss, and we tore ourselves away.
They gied him my hand, tho’ my heart was at the sea; I wish that I were dead, but I’m no like to dee;
And auld Robin Gray is gudeman to me, Oh, why do live to say, Oh, wae’s me!
I hadna been a wife, a week but only four, I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin;
When mournfw’ as I sat on the stane at the door, I darena think o’ Jamie, for that wad be a sin,
I saw my Jamie’s ghaist—I couldna think it he, But I will do my best a gude wife aye to be,
Till he said, *‘ I’m come hame, my love, to marry thee!” For auld Robin Gray is a kind man to me,
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WOO’D AND MARRIED AND A’,

JOANNA BAILLIE, | Op Scorcx.
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Out spake the auld gudeman, Out spake the bride’s brither,
As he cam’ in frae the pleugh ; As he cam’ in wi’ the kye—
Oh, dochter, haud your tongue, Poor Willie wad ne’er hae ta’en ye
And ye’se get gear enough : Had he kenty e as weel as T;
The stirk that stands in the byre, | For ye’re baith proud and saucy,
And our braw cowte forbye— And no for a poor man’s wife ;
Keep up your heart, my lass, Gin I canna get a better,
Ye’s hae baith horse and kye. I’se ne’er tak’ ane i’ my life.
Woo’d and married, &c. Woo’d and married, &c.
The mither she spake neist— The bridegroom he spake neist,
What needs sae mickle pride ? And he spake up wi’ pride—
T hadna a plack in my pouch *Twas no for gowd or gear
That night I was a bride; I sought you for my bride ;
My gown was linsey-woolsey, Tl be prouder o’ you at hame,
And petticoats only twa s Although our haddin’ be sma’,
An’ ye hae ribbons an’ busking, Than gin I had Kate o’ the Croft,
What wad ye be at ava? Wi’ her pearlins and brooches an’ a’.
Woo’d and married, &c. Woo’d and married, &c.
SWEET DAY SO COOL.

G. HERBERT. hs Century.
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Sweet rose, so fragrant, and so brave, Sweet love alone, sweet wedded love,
Dazzling the sweet beholder’s eye, To thee, no period is assigned,
Thy root is even in thy grave, Thy tender joys by time improve,
For thou, with all thy sweets must die. In death itself the most refined.
7
FILL THE BUMPER > FAIR,

THOMAS MOORE.
_ Allegro con spirito. Oup Irisx.
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It chanced upon that day, Some drops were in the bowl,
When, as bards inform us, Remains of last night’s pleasure,
Prometheus stole away With which the sparks of soul
The living fires that warm us. Mix’d their burning treasure !
The careless Youth, when up Hence the goblet’s shower
To glory’s fount aspiring, Hath such spells to win us—
Took nor urn nor cup Hence it’s mighty power
To hide the pilfer’d fire in. O’er the flame within us,
But, oh, his joy, when round
Fill the bumper fair,
The halls of Heaven spying,
Every drop we sprinkle
Among the stars he found, O’er the brow of Care,
A bowl of Bacchus lying. Smooths away a wrinkle,
PIBROCH OF DONUIL DHU.

Sir WALTER SCOTT,
OxupD Scotcy,
Moderato.
1. Pi - broch of Den - uil Dhu, Pi- broch of Don - uil, Wake

2. Come thy wild voice a- new,
fromdeep glen, and ¥From moun-taiu so rock - y> The. war-pipe and pen-non
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CHORUS.
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Come in your war ar-ray, Gen-tles and com- mons! Come a - way, come
Come a- way,
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Hark to the sum- mons! Come in your war ar - ray, Gen - tles and com - mons!
True heart that wears one, Come ey’ - ry steel blade,and Strong hand that bears onc!
Leave untended the herd, Come as the winds come, when Fast they come, fast they come,
The flock without shelter ; Forests are rended; See how they gather!
Leave the corpse uninterr’d, Come as the waves come, when Wide waves the eagle plume,
The bride at the altar ; Navies are stranded ; Blended with heather.
Leave the deer, leave the steer, Faster come, faster come, Cast your plaids, draw your blades,
Leave nets and barges; Faster and faster ; Forward each man set!
Come with your fighting gear, Chief, vassal, page, and groom, Pibroch of Donuil Dhu,
Broad swords and targes! Tenant and master ! Knell for the onset!
Leave the deer, &c, Faster come, &c, Cast your plaids, &c.
THE VALLEY LAY SMILING BEFORE ME.

THOMAS MOORE. Oup IRIsH.
Allegretto.
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bor I flew to her cham-ber,—’twaslone-ly, As if the lov’d tenant lay dead:— Ah,
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dark-ness began to en - fold me, No lamp from the bat - tle - ments burn’d.
hand that had wak’d it so oft - en, Now throbb’d to a@ proud ri - val’s_ kiss,
There was a time, falsest of women ! Already the curse is upon her,
When Breffni’s good sword would have sought | And strangers her valleys profane;
That man through a million of foemen, They come to divide—to dishonour,
Who dared but to doubt thee in thought. And tyrants they long will remain!
While now—oh, degenerate daughter But, onward, the green banner rearing,
Of Erin, how fallen is thy fame ! Go, flesh every sword to the hilt ;
And through ages of bondage and slaughter On our side is Virtue and Erin,
Thy country shall weep for thy shame! On their’s is the Saxon and Guilt !
GAM? YE BY AGHOL,
JAMES HOGG. OLD JACOBITE AIR.
Cam’ ye by A -_ thol, lad wi the phi beg, Down by the

I ha’e but ae son, my brave young Don - ald, But if I
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had ten they should fol-low Glen- gar - ry; Health to Mae-don - ald, and
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T’ll to Lochiel and Appin, and kneel to them, Down thro’ the Lowlands, down wi’ the Whigamore,
Down by Lord Murray and Roy o’ Kildarlie, Loyal true Highlanders, down wi’ them rarely ;
Brave Mackintosh he shall fly to the field wi’ them; Ronald and Donald, drive on wi’ the braid claymore,
They are the lads I can trust wi’ my Charlie, Over the necks o’ the foes o’ Prince Charlie,
Follow thee, &c. Follow thee, &c.

9
THE LASS OF PATIE’S

LLAN RAMSAY,
MILL.
Andantino. Oxp Scorcnx,
’midst her locks did play, An’ wan - ton’d in her een.
Without the aid of art,
Like flow’rs that grace the wild, Oh, had I a’ the wealth
She did her sweets impart Hopetoun’s high mountains fill,
Whene’er she spoke or smil’d. Insured long life and health
Her looks they were so mild, And pleasure at my will,
Free from affected pride, I'd promise and fulfil
She me to love beguiled ; That none but bonnie she,
I wish’d her for my bride. The lass of Patie’s mill,
Should share the same with me,
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THE BONNIE HOUSE oO: AIRLIE.

Moderato. ; ANONYMOUS.
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out a great dis - pute Be - tween Ar - gyle and Aire ee lie:

Argyle he has ta’en a hundred o’ his men,
A hundred men and mairly, ‘Had my ain lord been at his hame,
And he’s awa’ on yon green shaw, But he’s awa’ wi’ Charlie,
To plunder the bonnie house o’ Airlie. There’s no a Campbell in a’ Argyle,
Dare hae trod on the bonnie green o’ Airlie
,
The lady look’d owre the hie castle wa,’
Aud, oh, but she sighed sairly, “But since we can haud out nae mair,
When she saw Argyle and a’ his men, My hand I offer fairly ;
Come to plunder the bonnie house 0’ Airlie Oh, lead me down to pees glen,
. That I may na see the burnin’ o’ Airlie,”’
“‘Come down, Lady Margaret,” he says,
““Come down to me, Lady Airlie, He’s ta’en her by the trembling hand,
Or I swear by the brand I haud in my hand, But he’s no ta’en her fairly,
I winna leave a stan’ in’ stane in Airlie,’’ For he led her up to a hie hill tap,
Where she saw the burnin’ o’ Airlie
*‘T'Il no come down, ye proud Argyle,
Until that ye spak mair fairly, Clouds 0’ smoke, and flames sae hie,
[hand, Soon left the wa’s but barely ; ;
Tho’ ye swear by the sword that ye hand in your
That ye winna leave a stan’in’ stane in Airlie. And she laid her down on that hill to dee,
Whan she saw the burnin’ o’ Airlie,
lo BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
THE BEAUTIFUL MAID.

BRAHAM.
Andante. ar Sr ered =
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THINE AM 1, MY FAITHFUL FAIR.

JOHN WHITAKER.
— See
1. Thine am I, thine am I, my faith-ful fair, Thine,thine, my love - ly Nan -
2. Take a - way, take a- Piuiee
those ro - sy lips, Rich, rich in bal - my trea -
- cy, Ev-’ry pulse, ev-’rypulse a - Pe my veins, a -’ry ae

ro - ving fan’ “= “cy.
- sure;Turn a- way, turn a-way thine eyes of love, Lest I die with plea - sure.
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NO MORE BY SORROW.
BRAHAM,
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joy re - pels th’en - ve-nom’ddart, And con

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GREEN GROW THE RASHES, OH.

BURNS.
Allegio. OLD Scorcx.
By
Se
ev - ry hour that
pass- es, oh, What sig - ni- fies the life o’ man, An’ ’twere na’ for . the
lass - es, oh! Green grow the rash-es, oh, Green grow the rash-es, oh, The
sweet - est hours that ere I spent, Were spent a@-mang the lass - es, oh!
The warldly race may riches chase,

And you sae douce, wha sneer at this,
An’ riches still may fly them, oh;
An’ though at last they catch them fast
Ye're nought but senseless asses, oh!
The wisest man the warld e’er saw,
Their hearts can ne’er enjoy them, oh,
He dearly lo’ed the lasses, oh.
Green grow the rashes, oh, &ec,
Green grow the rashes, oh, &c.
Gie me a cantie hour at e’en,
My arms about my dearie, oh: Auld Nature swears the lovely dears
An’ warldly cares and warldly men Her noblest works she classes, oh:
Her ’prentice han’ she tried on man,
May a’ gae tapsalteerie, oh.
An’ then she made the lasses, oh.
Green grow the rashes, oh, &e. ' Green grow the rashes, oh, &c.
OH, OPEN THE DOOR.

AMENDED BY BURNS. ANONYMOUS.
Andante larghetto. ‘
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pea SS — oo —— as canes
ae Oh, re) - pen the door, some Dis neely to show, Oh,
2. The wan moon is set - ting, bevew-nee hind the white wave, And
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time is. set - ting fast with me, oh! False friends, false love, fare -
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|
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KELVIN GROVE.
LYLE. ANONYMOUS.
Andante. ~ ¥.
Seca cee ee
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Let us haste to Kel- vin grove, bon - nie las + sie, oh; Through its
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mid - night fai - ries glide, bon - nie las - sie, oh,
Let us wander by the mill, bonnie lassie, oh, But the frowns of fortune lour, bonnie lassie, oh,
To the cove beside the rill, bonnie lassie, oh, On thy lover at this hour, bonnie lassie, oh,
Where the glens rebound the call Ere yon golden orb of day
Of the roaring waters’ fall Wake the warblers on the spray,
Through the mountains’ rocky hall, bonnie lassie, oh. From this land I must away, bonnie lassie, oh.
Oh, Kelvin banks are fair, bonnie lassie, oh, Then farewellto Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, oh,
When the summer we are there, bonnie lassie, oh, And adieu to all I love, bonnie lassie, oh,
There the May-pink’s crimson plume To the river winding clear,
Throws a soft but sweet perfume To the fragrant scented brier,
Round the yellow banks 0’ broom, bonnie lassie, oh. Even to thee of all most dear, bonnie lassie, oh.
Though I dare not call thee mine, bonnie lassie, oh, When upon a foreign shore, bonnie lassie, oh,
As the smile of fortune’s thine, bonnie lassie, oh, Should I fall midst battle’s roar, bonnie lassie, oh,
Yet with fortune on my side, Then, Helen, shouldst thou hear
I could stay thy father’s pride, Of thy lover on his bier,
And win thee for my bride, bonnie lassie, oh. To his memory shed a tear, bonnie lassie, oh.
GAE BRING TO ME A PINT O° WINE.

BURNS. ANONYMOUS.
Allegretto. :
2
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1. Gae bring to me a pint 0’ wine And fill it
2.The trom - pets sound, the ban - ners fly, The glitt - ’ring
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ene 5 2 eo ee te ee ee
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go
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las - sie.
Saas” eee.
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Bb the pier 0’ Leith, Fu’ loud the wind blaws frae the
roar...... OQ’ sea or shore Wad mak’ me lan - ger wish to
ae eeee
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fer - ry, The ship rides Ibyseencsseue the Ber - wick Law, And I maun
tar - ry, Nor shouts oy WAL. ccs that’sheard a - far, It’s leav - ing
Ey Iss Se pareinen ete ae a ee ee ey Sens —— ?
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tas - sie, That
drink be - fore I go A ser = vice One . Wy bon - nie lag - sie.
OH, TRUE LOVE IS A BONNIE FLOWER.

ANONYMOUS. Oup Scorcx.
, Andantino.
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Oh, true love is a bonnie flowr That buds in many a bo - som, But
wee a -—~
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feet te5 ee
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| Se Be HSER ees :
a’ on earth I'd eith-ly part, But no wi thee, my _ dear - ie!
When first I saw thy bonnie face, In vain I’ve tried each artfu’ wile
Love’s pawkie glances won me ; That’s practised by the lover ;
Now canuld neglect and studied scorn But naught, alas, when once it’s lost,
Have fatally undone me. Affection can recover.
Were our fond vows but empty air, Then break, my poor deluded heart,
And made but to be broken ? That never can be cheerie ;
That ringlet of thy raven hair, But while life’s current there shall flow,
Was’t but a faithless token ? Sae lang I'll lo’e my dearie !
14 BiST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
SS 7
UP IN THE MORNING EARLY,

JOHN HAMILTON. c Oxp Scorcx.
Allegro moderato.
a == Sap — sas ceed SENS — ae
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an = See Sa ae a
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up in the morn - ing’s no for me, Up in the morn - ing Car <0 ly,e" led
pte 3 EN eda Pieaen tSes
Mile aE Bn
Sa o= 222
ra - ther gae sup - per-less to -my bed Than rise in the morn-ing’ ear - ly.
Loud roars the blast amang the woods, Nae linties lilt on hedge or bush,
And tirls the branches barely ; Poor things, they suffer sairly ;
On hill and house hear how it thuds! In cauldrife quarters a’ the nicht,
The frost is nippling sairly. A’ day they feed but sparely.
Now up in the morning’s no for me, Now up in the morning’s no for me,
Up in the morning early; Up in the morning early ;
To sit a’ nicht wad better agree A pennyless purse I wad rather dree
Than rise in the morning early. ‘Then rise in the morning early.
The sun peeps owre yon southland hills A cosie house and cantie wife
Like ony timorous carlie ; Aye keep a body cheerly;
Just blinks a wee, then sinks again, And pantries stowed wi’ meat and drink,
And that we find severely. They answer unco rarely.
Now up in the morning’s no for me, But up in the morning—na, na, na!
Up in the morning early ; Up in the morning early;
When snaw blaws in at the chimley cheek The gowans maun glent on bank and brae
Wha’d rise in the morning early ? - When I rise in the morniug early.
FROM OBERON IN FAIRYLAND.

BEN JONSON. 16th Century.
Allegretto. 7
== 2 a Boe ae 2 ee
1. From O - be - ron in fair - ry-land,The king of ghosts and shadows there,
2. Some- times I meetthem like a man,Some-times an ox, some - times a hound,
Mad Ro-bin I, . at his com-mand, Am sent to view the night-sports here ; What
Or to a horse I turn me can, And trip and trot a - bout them round; But
=p a SS
n eo
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eS ee 3
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re - vel rout is kept a - bout, In CVn = TY eeCOlgeemnnior where I COs

if to ride my back they strive, More swiftthan wind oer way I go, O’er
will o’er - see, And mer-ry be, And make good sport with ho;— +ho;-— nol
hedge and lands, thro’ pool and ponds, I whir - ry, laugh - ing ho, ho, ho!
More swift than lightning can I fiy, When lads and lasses merry be
About the airy welkin soon; With possets and rich junkets fine ;
And in a minute’s space descry Unseen of all the company
Each thing that’s done below the moon. I eat their cakes and sip their wine,
There’s not a hag nor ghost shall wag, : And to make sport I puff and snort,
Or cry, ‘“‘ Ware, goblin!” where I go; And out the candles I do blow,
But Robin I, their feats do spy, And maids I kiss; they shriek, ‘* Who’s this ?”?
And send them home with ho, ho, ho! I answer nought but ho, ho, ho!
BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. 15°
THE SOLDIER'S ADIEU.

a Andante. DIBDIN,
<n
a e— =
AD =. “diew.! a - dien! my Olen ly Flite. My ho - nour calls me
Se eSae
i
=a
ae =
a ae —_—_—_— = —
__—— —— ae ee ae ee
from thee, Re - mem - ber thou’rt a sol - dier’s wife, Those
thee ; What tho’ by du - ty

a con energia. cres.
a
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I am call’d, Where thund’-ring can-nons rat - tle, Where valour’s self might
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stand ap-pall’d, When on the wings of
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con anima,
Se
SSS
2
ees aee See
cit ee Se al Fates eee
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) ten - der pray’r thou putt’st up there,Shall call a guar- dian - an - gel down, Shall
lib.
call a guar -dian - an - gel down, To watch me in the bat - tle.
My safety thy fair truth shall be, Enough, with that benignant smile,
As sword and buckler serving, Some kindred God inspired thee,
My life shall be more dear to me, Who knew thy bosom void of guile,
Because of thy preserving ; Who wondered and admired thee ;
Let peril come, let horror threat, I go assured, my life, adieu!
Let thund’ring cannons rattle, Though thund’ring cannon’s rattle,
Pll fearless seek the conflict’s heat, Though murdering carnage stalk in view,
Assured when on the wings of love, When on the wings of thy true love,
To heay’n aboye, &e, To heay’n above, &c.
WILT THOU BE MY DEARIE?

: ANONYMOUS,
a} Moderato. a nee
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aes
Ree SRE
REISE
2 ee ae eae — ee nae es
a ee Soe a ee ee ——
1. Wilt thou be my dear - ie? When sor - row wrings thy gen - tle heart,
2. Las - sie, say thou lo’est me; Or, if thou wilt na be my ain,
SSS SS SS SSE = es
| cE oS Oa =
Wilt thou let mecheer thee? By the trea-sure of my sonl, That’s the love I
Say nathou’lt re-fuse me If it win-na, can-na be, Thou for thine may
= ee bear thee, I swear and vow that only thou Shall e - ver be my dear - ie.
choose me, Let me, las - sie, quick-ly dee, Trust - ing that thoulo’est me.
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Las - sie, let me quick-ly dee, Trust - ing that — thoulo’est me.
16 BEST MELODIES OF THE ee COMPOSERS.
THE BREAKING OF THE DAY.

Allegro con
on spirito.
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aes
SS
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day, As he paee while he steals, The break - ing of Shr:
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Sie
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sound Fierce welcome in_ the
dawn, he qui - v’ring beams ites

thro’ ev - bough, In sun - ny ra - diance
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day, The sun is on the moun - tain, His beam lies
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By count - less dogs sur - round - ed, The brave stag yields his breath, Ard

BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. I7
THE BREAKING OF THE DAY.—Continued,

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see the last of him they sprang,When rose the gold - en ray, Whose
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fleet
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ee ESD =e
feet no more can greet The break - ing of
a Vv ae
the day, Whose
ae 85 fen
fe
——— —— oo wo StSS
fleet feet no more can
oo
greet The break - ing of the day. The
e a yee a
{Sa ee ee ee
spies Wapato pee ——————— seed Saree Th Te Pee =“
+4 sun is on the moun - tain, His beam lies on the sea ; And
far and near is e - choedloud The sky - lark’s me - lo - dy ; The

foe Nee S, Peon te bind ra me
——mata,
tee
= ee S
Ese
hind plodso’er
ee
Seen. Wedor]ana
ee
caer Tisned.polbane
ee NI
the dew - y field, And hails the ris - ing ray, As he
Se ee ee eae == = =
eea Ot rr ee be ee
feels, while he steals, The break - ing of the day, Ashe
sew ree
—
feels, while he * day.
I GAED A WAEFU’ GATE YESTREEN,

BURNS.
ANONYMOUS.
Andantino.
Taek gaed a Wace l-2 11s gate yes - treen,

eer <5
A gate, I fear, Vl
2. She talk’d, she smil’d, my heart she wil’d, She charm’d my soul, I
= ———— aes oes =]

a SN AMMA
—_—# MSs
=ae
dear - ly rue; i gat my death frae twa sweet een, Twa
wist - na how; But aye the stound, the dead - ly wound Cam’
love - ly een a bon - nie blue. ’Twas not her

frae gold - en
her een sae bon - nie blue. But spare to speak, and
ee Ss
= mem ee =.= eee2 nas
eee
—+ s+ -___.
—_|
ye
ring - lets bright, Her lips like ro - ses wat wi dew,

spare Her heavy - ing
to speed, She'll aib - lins lis - ten to my vow; Should she re -
—_— ee
a ———
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SS—____ —_ ee
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SS ets Ce wo
bo - som lig a) AY me white: Olt was her een sae bon - nie blue,
- fuse, Vl lay me dead To her twa een sae bon - nie blue.
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THE SUN IS OPER THE MOUNTAIN.

Sir H. R. BISHOP.
Andante con moto
eejoe
- tain,— Where is my love ? Ive
The sun is oer the moun
RES carl.
iaie autre saa. pelSa ———— EE
Saws ise STS ae ET"
————
seen aa
SS
coerce a
ae eer SSS
— prereaanar
eee =e
ea ==
i ee a ee FE —-—— el Se 1a oe
cela er Se Sacre 0
wait - Ee by he foun - tain,— Where is my _ love? haste thee,
——— = SSdear, Oh, haste thee, ; dear,

a all that’s fair, seems
=== See eee ee Se

ss =
= = me So ae ee Ceemeny sec snescesceren ae ace z=
faire) t=" =) 6Sb here The sun is bright - er shin - ing,—
—— Pe iyee hermes eat

ge
ae Eanes Sau: | SS
:
Where f° my love? The fawn by ih re = cli - ‘ning,— Where is my
———
——_——_+} oN
——_ SSS
oe
es
—_—. = ———|
love P : Oh, hastemarie dear, h, haste ie. dear, For
See = ree
all, all that’s fair seems fair - - est here.
aS SET eee ras

ea aes SSS ee
ey’ - ning shades are fall - ing, Where See ty) love? The night -in-gale is
— call - ing,
SS SS
eS oe is my love? Oh, haste as dear, ey ne
ee = So =e
een nae Saaae==
thee, Para once fair, seems droop ° ; ave
THE ANCHORSMITHS.
__ DIBDIN.
Aiea9 conspirite.
1. Like Et - na’s dread vol - ca - see the am - ple ‘a i ise

2, Now, as more vi - vid and ras - tense each splin - ter flies, The
————s SSS SS SS aes a eae

SS SS SS
ae E ——>="
an up - ou large heaps of jet - ty fu - el gorge, While

tem - per the fire the skil - ful mas - ter tries ; And
=== ————=
= ae- - man-= der like,
- are nf - rous an - chor lies, ait - ted with
* the din - gy hue as- sumes a _ bril - liant red, The head - ed
vi - vid fire thro’ all its pores that. ” flies, With vi - vid fire thro’ all _ its
an - chor feeds that fire on which it fed, The anchor feeds the fire on

BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS,
19
THE ANCHORSMITHS,.— Continued,
pores that flies, The

which din * gy an - chor- smiths,
it fed. The huge to
sledge = ham - mers round in
_t =a ceee St meter
viten un poco.
ee a ss
j= --
==
= es
el eee =a aes
|
re - no-vate their strength, Stretch’d out in death - like
or - der they ar = range, sleep, are
And wak - ing »~ an - chor -«
gt ~ anf tempo. smiths a -
S———
S ——
eres:
—e— > =
snor - ing at _ their length,
- wait Wait-ing the mas - ter’s sig - nal
the look’d- for a ioe Long-ing when the
with all their force the ar - dent
ee, 2g ae a eS SNS
eeea
eit qtr Se 5 Seeania be pares
———
= Seana mates Soe ofS
ee ee meee ee
gaara ream ee
Dita oe ——
tac - kle’s force Shall, like split rocks, the an - chor
mass to smite, When is - from the
suing from the fire, ar -
Scie ray’d in
ae a
{—— e—— —-— — —— —
ee ee se
OE sana eer ere aaa Sa heise Mes amt
8
— o ——
Ee Seedenee
fire di - vorce; Shall, like
dazz split rocks; the an - -
- ling white Le When is - suing
chor
from the fire ses eee
fee ar -
Sa See eeoo eres ees
CA mas
ie nem
aor = Se
nee a #2
ee eS ee ee ———
ee cee aterm === — —= sa
) from the fire QU hae VOKOGes
- 5 .csoreos from the fire di
ray’d in dazz - ling white,...... ar - ray’d
= vyorce; While
in dazz - ling white ; And
a —
Es feats? —_——_a es > VSM. =| ae
,
Az ———— eS eS
OO Fe VS Besoo at s
eer
—__—_s—a——— ee gia
ca. as old Vul - can’s <=
Cy - clops did hee. an Siva! “bani.
as old Vul - can’s Cy - clops did
& 9 Gye
the an - vil bang, To
ss Be ee
BEY 1S so Se EY Case ae ie
= —
eee ae Serer ae ——— =
deaf? - ning con - cert shall their
| makev sees: oh pon -d’rous ham - mers clang, Clang
in con - cert rude their pon -d’rous ham - mers clang, Clang
-S- =
clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, Clang, -@- -S-
clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, And

clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, Clang,
clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, So
cres. accel,
a ai ‘ eo 3 — oa ntiiales
iva = =” tO sym - me - try the mass
ge = a
the in - con-gruous beat, To save from

mis - sha - pen lump to sym - me - try _ they
4 riten. beat, To save from
SS
==
Se ad lib.of
==
aaa = aS Se — |
ad = verse winds and waves ‘the gal - lant Brit = tish fleet.
ad - verse winds and wayes the gal - lant sheh is tish fleet. ©
The preparations thicken! with forks the fire they goad;

And now twelve anchorsmiths the heaving bellows load,
While armed from ey’ry danger, and in grim array,
Anxious as howling demons waiting for their prey,
The forge the anchor yields from out its fiery maw,
Which on the anyil prone, the cavern shouts—Hurraw !
And now the scorch’d beholders want the pow’r to gaze,
Faint with its heat, and dazzled with its pow’ rful rays
While, as old Vulcan’s Cyclops did the anvil bang, ;
To forge Jove’s thunderholts, their pond’rous hammer
s clang ;
And, till its fire’s extinct, the monstrous mass they
X% beat,
To save from adverse winds and waves the gallant British fleet.
20 BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS
OH, ’TIS THE MELODY.

ae Adapted by T. H. BAYLY.
naante con espressione.
Ss So ee
—————— ——_f-————_* 4 =|
gt Se ee Seow oe et
Ne Se
J a = — — 0
the mel c= = dy We heard in for - mer years
tis
Eee,
oo ES es
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—-=—
pul = ae ee So
1 es eeoroe |
re - Calls fo me For - or -ten smiles and tears

Each Tae
a See ae caesar SS =a = go
oo See a Se ——— = oS
ing woes, I then be - liev’d se - vere,

ad lib. dim.
Saar alas SS ome eran |wean bea or, ee

—s£_ = __ == AS TiO ESL LS2S
LE ae os
shar’d by those Whose — smiles are ve - ry eave cen.
Smiles that were
eS = See a ee
oh, sing to me— How sweet each note ap -pears!

Sing, then,
Re eS Se eee
as Se e 2
a Sal aera ae a
Psat fhe! peat Seer Tl
———— Sa Se
SS 7
Oh, ’tis the mel - o-dy We eard Fe eerereeees in
Aye, I remember well Aye, I remember, too,

Where last I heard that lay!! Who sweetly sang and play’d;
’T was in a sunny dell, Yet half asham’d to view
Just at the close of ‘day ;: The circle she had made:
Garlands of roses made Smiling to hear the sound
A roof from bough to bough; Of her own voice and lute;
Friends sat beneath the shade; Blushing to look around
Alas, where are they now? On list’ners so mute.
Sing , then, oh, sing, &c. Sing, then, oh, sing, &.
HUNTSMAN, REST.
MAZZINGHI.
wa
Sir WALTER SCOTT.
Andante. Quasi REcIT. Say a0A ss
ee
To grace the
Her mel - low notes
rie <a
= Sie
—— ee
eS
ae
a
=
a a
of the flow - ing eA Till her

- long The ca - 3a,
— —— === aay
mea- real frame, The min-strel verse spon-ta - neous came.
lips in
Andante grazioso.
=
Gu= eS ee SS
rest, thy chase is done, While ourcoe ee spells as - sail ye,
ren-man,
ag a
ee Bae —_ eas ae
Sajacs ae —————
| —__—— >< —
a | Ene
-_—_—_—_——— ee:
- sing sun, Bu - eh here shall sound re - veil - le

Dream not with the petite.
Bee cack oh

HUNTSMAN, REST.—Continued.
Sleep, thy hounds are by thee ly - ing,— Sleep, nor

ee eee
SS es = ee ee eS
dream in yon - der glen, How thy gal - lant
aS SS ae so nN a es a
———_ee
steed lay
pe
ee
dyaant=
ie
ing.
SS SS
Hunts- man,
SS a
SS rest,
a
thy
Se SS
chase is
ee
done,
= Seas Ss es ao
Sf) a ae des Poe =e =e Ne
q — a asa6 |= === meee eee ar Bee eee
Think not of the rising sun, For at dawn - ing to as - sail ye,
tN
o
ep
e
a ls oe ee eg See = Cae eg = ra ee
Here no bu - giles sound re = veil - lie. Hunts-man, rest, thy chase is done,
Saree oo ease a
2 ee aE
SE So eae, |Td A a Nes fa —=——-S——
(==
. = ea
: eee peed
Rees
2 sae teen saa eee Saae a EE = eee
ayer eee
meet [2 Se
Think not on the rising sun, For at - ing
dawn to as - sail ye,
= fae Bh SEAS a pe ee
= Slr = Se
== SSS SS
eS
= — fe
Se
—Zg —— |
Here no bu- gles sound re - veil-lie, Here no bu-gles sound re- veil - lie.
PHILLIDA FLOUTS ME.

Oup Sone.
Allegretto.
ee Ue ee
wt ;
plague is love! I can - not bear it,
Oh, what a
Se Oe ——2—— =e Sa
(ei ae a
i = ———
==
- constant prove, I great - ly fear it; It so tor -
She will in
— 4 ——— ¢— ae e = ae ie ee -———
That my _ heart fail - eth, She wa. vers with the wind
-ments my mind,
: oa ec ht te cea sy Me ene Seah Bi
SSS Se a
; —=— SSS oe
—- — ¥ o>) Se ee
sail - eth; Please her. the best I may, She looks a -

As a ship
on
=e Oe 72S as eo
ee
way; A - lack and well - a= day! Phil) =— lu -sda flouts me.
- no - ther
I often heard her say Which way soe’er I go

That she loved posies ; She still torments me;
In the last month of May And whatsoe’er I do,
T gave her roses. Nothing contents me:
Cowslips and gillyflow’rs, I fade and pine away
And the sweet lily, With grief and sorrow,
I got to deck the bowers T fall quite to decay,
Of my dear Philly ; Like any shadow,
She did them all disdain, Since ’twill no better be,
And threw them back agains Tl bear it patiently ;
Therefore, ’tis flat and plain, Yet all the world may see
Phillida flouts me. Phillida flouts me.

COUNTY GUY.
Srr WALTER SCOTT. Sir H. R. BISHOP.
E = Larghetto esprosswvo.
Ge 2s Be ea SSS == =
1, Ah, Coun - ty ay the hour is nigh, sun has left the
per - fumes tereteI, 2‘The breeze

neers te aoe
Bay Ae gi ae eo ee a
2 =e
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sea. The lark, his lay who trill’d all day, Sits hush’d his part - ner
12s
aS hs SS
ee Breeze, ake and flow’r, they ae the aS But ayia
oSSe
a
is Coun - ty
=——
Saasas = ee ————
a
Guy P But
age eee . where where: where is Coun ae
- Guy ?
22 aa Sees Se——
Sara: The
=
vil - lage maid Ror. through the shade, Her shep - herd’ssuit to
o8, —_ 5g a SLT eT oe =
———— a= Se
hear ; To beau - ty shy, by lat - tice high, Sings high-born ca - ya -
eee - lier. The star of love, all

=
stars a- ane Now reigns o’er earth and
_t Bee = se Saree ee ee oe
eee ee,
a Jl
ars ae SS
—— —a—ae
= = SSS
ee Oe Sere ae ee ane
sky, And a ae,vastate in - fluence know, But one is Coun - ty
(SSS = == =2
oe 2S S==|
Guy P But cee€; eae, where, rane

O18 can - ar —
CRABBED AGE AND YOUTH.

SHAKSPERE,
Moderato con espressione.
1. Crab - bed age and youth Can - not live to »- ge - ther;

2. Age is. full of care ; Youth is full of plea - sure;
a Youth
Age
like sum
ee - mer morn,
ee Age like
eS Sa
win - ter wea - ther.
like win - ter _ bare: Youth like summer wea - ther.
con energia.
emrAco; I do ab mae thee ! NON GH sme - dore thee!
was aa Sees a IE
y
ee
wd ——3—— o—- ————
oars ee eas eee Ca cas OSs ees
Oh, sweet shepherd, hie thee; For me - thinks
ie aadBE too long, me-thinks thou
: x
Pz)
= =
ee
stay
arenelie
stay eh too ok ee me-thinks thou stay - est too long.
THE CRUISKEEN LAWN.

TRADITIONAL.
Con fuoco. on >? = =e
=e ee
Let the farm-er praise his grounds, Let the huntsman praise his hounds, And the
shep - herd his sweet scent - ed lawn ; But Ts more blest than
charm-ing lit - tle cruis - keen

ad
lawn, lawn, lawn, Oh, my smil - ing lit - tle cruis - keen lawn.
P=
aoe
_ SS
ae SE ee
Se
ar ae ==
—— Se
=eee
a2 => ee eo — 2 cane
Gra - ma-chree ma cruiskeen, Slain - te geal ma- vour - neen, Gra - ma-chree
ae
a
ee
ro
cool - in bawn, bawn, bawn, Oh, Gra - ma-chree a cool - in bawn.
Immortal and divine, And when grim death appears,

Great Bacchus, God of wine, In a few but pleasant years,
Create me by adoption your son, To tell me that my glass has run,
In hope that you'll comply, I'll say ‘‘ Begone, you knaye,
That my glass shall ne’er run dry, For great Bacchns gave me leave
Nor my smiling little cruiskeen lawn, To take another cruiskeen lawn,
Oh, my smiling little cruiskeen lawn. Ob, my smiling little eruiskeen lawn,”
Gramachree my cruiskeen, &c. Gramachree my cruiskeen, &c.
HOW STANDS THE GLASS?

Op Sone.
Allegro moderato. TAseaee i
How stands the glass a - round? For shame, ye take no care, my boys; How
stands the glass & - round? Let mirth and wine = - bound. The
“=~ —~
————aed — Sy a
== re
- es a
; = 22S eae Bae asm ea 6kSe RED cae a
trum ~- pets sound, The co = lours, they are fly - ing, boys— To
a oe
fight, kill, or wound ; May we still be found Con -
=
$< SCRA LA
ee ee
eae Scaetec rete ae Se RT PREITES =e
- tent with our hard fate, my boys, ~ On the cold ground !

%
Why, soldiers, why *Tis but in vain—
Should we be melancholy, boys ? I mean not to upbraid you, boys—
Why, soldiers, why ? ’Tis but in vain
Whose business ’tis to die ? For soldiers to complain ;
What, sighing ? fie! Should next campaign
Don’t fear; drink on; be jolly, boys! Send us to Him who made us, boys,
Tis he, you, or I! We're free from pain ;
Cold, hot, wet, or dry, But, if we remain,
We're always bound to follow, boys, A bottle and kind landlady
And scorn to fly ! Cure all again,
24 ee ea OF THE BEST Siecle hela
WHEN FIRST I MET THEE.

THOMAS MOORE. Oxp IrIsH.
Moderato.
ee Se Sa
as, .WESiRnnSt saree
ser
esas, Dees aes ae SS
TCE SS
eS ED |
a
1. When first I met thee, warm and young,There shone such truth a -
2. When ey - ’ry tongue thy fol - lies nam’d, I fled the un - welcome
——_—
——- -— ,
—_—_— 2 sisirece
ae.
Soe eee
ee Ne ee pee
ee ——s_ = 9 See ee a Sener
z ars thee, And on thy lips such pro - mise hung, I did not dare to
sto - ry3 Or found, in eyn_ the faults they blam’d,Some gleams of future
Sees rarer soe oer eee ee Se Pa}

— —. 4+ ——_ = al —
Io = ——$— te al eaeosks-" Renainens Whaat Rois SE ene pe DSS ARS i

doubt thee. I saw thee change, yet still re - lied, Still clung with hope the
Plo gewEry. ek still owas true, when near - er friends Con =- spired to wrong, to
i —— =
fon - der, bad thought, though false a all be side, From me thoncould’st not
slight thee Lhe heart that now thy false - hood rends, Would then have bled _ to
i
= Paes aS aie
——— S
~ e
Peete ~
wan - der. But go, - ceiv aoe
- go,— The heart, whose hopes could
right thee. But go, a _> “ceiy }- (er! go,— Some, day,’ per - haps, thou lt
make it Trust one s0 false, so low, De - serves that thou should’st break it.
wa - ken From plea-sure’s dream, to know The grief of hearts for - sa - ken.
Even now, tho’ youth its bloom has shed, And days may come, thou false one! yet,
No lights of age adorn thee: When even those ties shall sever ;
The few, who lov’d thee once, have fled, When thou wilt call, with vain regret,
And they who flatter, scorn thee. On her thon’st lost for ever ;
Thy midnight cup is pledg’d to slaves, On her, who, in thy fortune’s fall,
No genial ties enwreath it ; | With smiles had still receiv’d thee,
The smiling there, like light on graves, And gladly died to prove thee all
Has rank cold hearts beneath it. | Her fancy first believ’d thee.
Go—go—tho’ worlds were thine, Go—go— tis vain to curse,
I would not now surrender ’Tis weakness to upbraid thee ;
One taintless tear of mine Hate cannot wish thee worse
For all thy guilty splendour. Than guilt and shame have made thee.
PM OWRE YOUNG TO MARRY YET,

Allegroie ang ANONYMOUS.
+ ie AE,
eS a Se
=e ge Sa —-
owre young, — I’m =. Owre young, I’m owre young to mar - ry rb, I’m
i BINE.
eS
owre young,
ae aL. aot To ‘ae aeme
Terre my mam-mie yet.
ee a ea yen
es
eS
= ae ee
weary yet; And
ao ag’ :
re =
I wad hae ye learn, lads, That ye for me maun tar-ry yet. For, I’m
For I hae had my ain way, Fu’ loud and shrill the frosty wind
Nane dare to contradict me yet ; Blaws thro’ the leafless timmer, sir,
Sae soon to say I wad obey, Bat if ye come this gate again,
In truth, I darena venture yet. I'll aulder be gin simmer, sir,
For I’m, &c. For I’m. &c,

WILL WATCH.
Moderato. atte
es ———. Sea UE
=——_
=—sZ ——— | 2 —— pe ee
—_1—
<a a a a...es Se ea aeeceee Oe eS
One morn when the wind from _ the north - rd
3.V.The ] re é i
Phil - is- tines are,” &c. Mis os oat pee a
Paces
==
ee Seno
Sesirhae age oe
ae eacmin Solera
eee ee
———
SS] pas sO
ga Sy
= ae eS eee
ee
a ec
—— ae Waris acces
sul - len - ly roar’d the big wayes of the main, A fam’d
ioe
> ae ae ——
pera
Be
: aa
——2*
par =
=
cei,
ee = SSee e
Se
smug - gler, Will Watch, kiss’d his Sue, then Seu rene - ly took
——
= SS — a a ae eSPa eee ee —s —= |
>So
helm, And to sea bold - ly steer’d ont @ - gain. Will had
= feed eee
er ewes eee SS ge
SS Sem == ee
— eens =o —# <=
pro - mis’d his Sue that this trip, if well end - ed, Should
ces Oe ere or ae ae eee
Sarre Secs eee ; = —s—— =a ————
ae ee meee oer eas =
SSE SE Sep Sp
coil up his hopes and he’d an -_ chor on shore; When his
=a eS
a
==
pier, Sear SSS ———— eee
pock - ets were lin’d, Why his life should be mend - ed, The
a> :
fac
en eeeSd gage ee ae Btn es ay Ga
epee
FS =p ee = Se ——s—
laws he had bro - ken he’d ne - ver break more
His sea-boat was trim, made her port, took her lading;
Then Will stood for home, reach’d the offing, and cried,
‘This night, if I’ve luck, furls the sails of my trading;
In dock I can lie, serve a friend, too, beside.”
Will lay-to till night came on, darksome and dreary ;
To crowd ey’ry sail, then, he pip’d up each hand;
But a signal soon ’spied—’twas a prospect uncheery—
A signal that warn’d them to steer from the land.
“‘ The Philistines are out !’’ cries Will—“ we’ll take no 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, oh !”’ cries Will Watch, ‘‘ the Philistines bear down; 2
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 would 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 off 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 fam’d lawless fellow,
Once fear’d, now forgot, sleeps in peace with the dead.
: MY BOAT IS ON THE SHORE.

LORD BYRON. Sir H. R. BISHOP.
Andantino con molto, e con molto espr essione. iy
SS Sees
My boat is on _ the shore, And my bark the Sea ; But be -
mre TORO ont 2 OOy2.peee sue Tom Moore, Here’s a dou-ble health to thee. Here’s a
oe
—
-<- espress, e ritardando.
ae sigh to those who love me, And a smile to those who hate; And what -
aires = Stee
ae
ee animato,
Zo EES —~ Es
Sa ae eee a ae = oe
- yer Praeee
nee a - bove me, Here’s.... a heart for ev’ - ry fate. Tho’ the
== = Ee ee
. Oo - cean roar - round me, Yet itshall still bear me on; TRO wa
Senate
ess. 3
—e =e pees ae
Be
aegis
monnSeton sur = a me, It hath springs, It hath ings......
sels sig Sart: Roe a! a
=2
ee
a ae ae
won, Wer’t the last drop in the well, As I gasp’d up-on the brink, Hre my
= =¥ eae Neue Se
8 a
Faae See
ay ee gD eee
corres OS
eaee ny. Rare
—— ioe cae eee sa re |
cope glen,
faint - ing spi - rit fell, *Tis to thee that I would drink In that
wa - ter, as this wine, The l= ba - tion I would pour Should be

—™~o . slentando. a -
Seay eee a tempo. ita RelPa NEE rya
eee sao-acianRaenene Sais SIRE eee ;
ia
peace to thine and mine, And a health to thee, Tom Moore! Should be
= F slentando. ad lib. ~ —
———
peace to thine and mine, And a health to thee, Tom Moore !......
BONNIE WEE THING.

BURNS. ANONYMOUS.
© Se
Aforr ae
Bon - nie ants thing, can - nie wee thing, red

eae
ee - sree wert ice mine,
ss would wear thee in

eS my bo - som, Lest my jew - el should tine.
oe
Wist -ful - ly I look and lan - guish In that bon - nie face fo) thine ;
Wit, and grace, and love, and beau - ty, In one star - ry clus - ter TEC
(= And my heart it
eeSSS
stounds wi’ an - guish pee my wee thing be na mine.
To a - dore thee is my du - ty, God - dess o©6©. this”—s soul 0’ =©mine.

THOU HAST LEFT ME EVER, JAMIE.

BURNS.
Oup ScotcH.
Andante.
Ge ect oto em — parma Feerorn. seenamntot ena

1, Thou hast left me e - ver, Ja - mie, Thou hast left me
2. Thou hast me for - sa’ -- ken, Ja - mie, Thou hast me for -
ee
SS
ee
ver, hou hast left me e - ver,
= .6a = ken, Ja - mie,
Thou hast me for - sa-- ken, Ja - mie,
2S
aa
ae SS ere
ee
pee enine
benea reer
ELST oy has Sree een meeer
oeSree
Se
neesren ee
OD a ee a
a —tese
IE Se
F S Se ee een er
Thou hast left me e - .ver. Af - ten hast thou
Thou vow’d that death
hast me for - sa -. ken, Thou canst love an - o - ther jo,
NER aes Mende
——
get
set
SOIR, 0 LOE ee
i
ax
2 Set aes aT —
a ee ea” ee ae ae
On - ly should us sev - er, Now thou’st left thy lass
While my for ay—
heart is break - ing, Soon my wea - ry e’en Pll close—
ee
I maun see thee ne = yer, Ja - mie, I maun see thee ne - yer.
Ne - ver mair to wak - en, Ja - mie, Ne - ver mair to wak - en.
IN THE MORNING OF LIFE.

THOMAS MOORE. Op IrIsH.
Andante con moto. &
In the morn - ing of life, when its cares are un-known, <And its
2S SS SSS SSS ce
(AC
RISER Gan Gite
ATI
ae
AS I SG ETE ye
aaa r .
new lus - tre be - gin, When we

cres.
£—— = pees —— se es —
= Se ee ———— ——
live in a bright beam - ing world of our own, And the
Se
255ae
2 a ee ee SS
Se ee
—2—-je— oe = =e
light that sur-rounds us _ is all from with-in; Oh, tis not, be -
=SS ae eee
ee FOES mm,
- lieve
ERIE
See A ie
me,
See
ESoe
Se
in that hap-py time

eee Se ee
h ae
We can love, as in hours of less

Steerer eae
= — a 22a
trans - port .-we may; Of — our smiles, of our hopes, ’tis the i gay sun - ny
Dn fn
+t = == — = > a
ES Sas eciterea =—
a—— a
Tes ree a —— ee =. SSS a
—_
DUM, we DUue cue =eeteG. vere tion © is warm - est when these fade & - way.
When we see the first glory of youth pass us by, In climes full of sunshine, though splendid the flowers,
Like a leaf on the stream that will never return; Their sighs have no freshness, their odour no worth;
When our cup, which had sparkled with pleasures so *Tis the cloud and the mist of our own Isle of showers,
Now tastes of the other, the dark-flowing urn ; [high ; That call the rich spirit of fragrancy forth.
Then, then is the time when affection holds sway So it is not ’mid splendonr, prosperity, mirth,
With a depth and a tenderness joy never knew That the depth of love’s generous spirit appears;
Loye, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they, To the sunshine of smiles it may first owe its birth,
But the love born of sorrow, like sorrow, is true. But the soul of its sweetness is drawn out by tears.
28 BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS 6
OH, BLAME NOT THE BARD.

THOMAS MOORE. Oup IRISH.
Andante con moto.
=f — Ses pate
ae Oh, blame not the baxrdaea: c if he fly to the

2. But, 2) ee LEEs for his coun - try! her pride has gone
———= i» pera ———— = =I

—\e Sa ee
=a ——_— Ea er,
By res Sam ———— = = —— a
= ==]
ee a eee aS a
bowers, Where plea - sure lies care - less - ly smi - ling at
by, And that Spl ee Tat is bro - ken, which ne - ver would
eee ee a $< —_{, ———-_——_——_
SS Se ee
== See SS SS ea
- f; a Dare: o- —— os o- Pa Aes eae
fame ; He was born for much mMOre,...... and in hapa. ae- eepler
bend; O’er the Tee, el her chil - dren in se - cret must
Sp
———oeare aec S
e Se Bea
S
—— ao —~—_—__——o-2— aay Ae =o
hours, His soul might have burn’d with a ho) <= Sli f= jer
sigh, For ’tis trea - son to love her, and death to de -
eee @. oe Se ae:
2S = ———————————— a —"— Fe =]
ee ee eee eee e Se aee ee See SSR Ae
flame ; The string that now lan - guish - es lOOSEietectnes: - oer the
= fendi. Un - prizd are her sons, till they’ve learn’d...... & oto be -
—_—_—->—_. — ——_—_—- ——. —.
S|
3
nee a Cae a
ey een aan poet er = a ——
a ae ee ie = —e_—*— _—e— Saesaeie eeee
lyre, Might have bent a proud bow to the wal" - fYi- or’s
- tray; Un - dis - tin - guish’d they live, if they SHAME Heese. - not their
a ==
SS
Se
SSS
E.R DRT R a
art; And the lip which now breathes but the song of de -
Sires ; And the torch, that would light them thro’ dig - [ni - ty’s
4 ——_—__,§—__— + — — —;—_-—_—__ —_—_———_
Sagas ee SSS re ee
=e >— =} og == eae os A =a _ =~
« 2 SS ; -o- 4 4 ee
- sire, Might have pour’d the full tide of the pa - tri - ot’s heart.
way, Must be caught from the pile, where their coun - try ex - pires.
Then blame not the bard, if in pleasure’s soft dream, But tho’ glory be gone, and tho’ hope fade away,
He should try to forget, what he never can heal ; Thy name, lovéd Erin, shall live in his songs ;
Oh, give but a hope, let a vista but gleam (feel! Not e’en in the hour, when his heart is most gay,
Thro’ the gloom of his country, and mark how he’ll Will he lose the remembrance of thee and thy wrengs.
That instant, his heart at her shrine would lay down The stranger shall hear thy lament on his plains ;
Ev’ry passion it nurs’d, ev’ry bliss it ador’d; The sigh of thy harp shall be sent o’er the deep,
While the myrtle, now idly entwin’d with his crown, Till thy masters themselves, as they rivet thy chains,
Like the wreath of Harmodius, should cover his sword. Shall pause at the song of their captive, and weep!
WHAT’S A’ THE STEER, KIMMER.

ANONYMOUS. OLD JAcoBITE Sone.
ee eres Z ——_
1. What’s a the steer, kim - mer, What’s a’ the steer?
2. Im right gid to hear it, kim-mer, I’m right glad to hear it; I
=e =e
Eere cess
SS
TS ee ea ee ee ee Pa
5 Sry ST Se LRG
ee
See eee ee ea Pas
Char - lie he is land - ed, And haith he’ll soon be here; The
hae a gude braid clay -- more, And for his sake Ill wear it; Sin’
[aS ween ae ————— = eee Z|

poets tae ee ee
6= a ee -——e Snes eS Se
win’ was at his back, Carle, The win’ was at his back, I
Char - lie he is) Ssland? =). > ed, We ha’e nae mair to fear; Sin’
> ee
i,
—————————— ee ee ee
care - na, sin’ he’s come, Carle, We were na worth a plack.
Char - lie he is come, kim - mer, We’ll ha’e a jub’ - lee year.

es
TWA BONNIE MAIDENS.

HOGG. Oxp JAcOoBITE AIR.
Allegro. wig
— Se eee ear ee ee eee
a
Seara =
—aerr Se er gan
gl a aS mie f aan ames © gen cae
1. There are twa bon-nie maid-ens, and three bon-nie maid-ens, Cam owre the
2. There is Flo - ra, my honey, sae dear and sae bon - nie, And ane that’s sae
eee ee ae Sea
a aa ===.
3
Minch, and cam owre the main, Wi’ =the wind for their way, and the
tall, and sae hand - some with - al; Put the one for my king, and the
ay See ee Se ee
SS ie ae ag ee SS
ee
5 & ~~
cor - ry for their hame, And they are dear - ly wel - come to Skye a-
o - ther for my queen, And they are dear - ly wel - come to Skye a-
See aes ee ae ———s J ee
ia ee ae = —=R== ee TI, (el
Sey eee ee os
<== | ee = a Bas
- gain. Come a - long, come a - long, wi’ your boat - ie and your song, My
- gain. Come a - long, come a - long, wi’ your boat -ie and your song, My
ain bon - nie maid - ens, my twa bon - nie maid-ens, For the night it is
ain bon - nie maid - ens, my twa bon - nie maid-ens, For the La - dy Mac -
dark and the red - coat is gone, And ye are dear-ly wel-come to Skye a = gain.
- ou - lain she dwell-eth a-lane, And she'll wel-come you dearly to Skye a =- gain.
Her arm it is strong, and her petticoat is long, There’s a wind on the tree, and a ship on the sea,
My ain bonnie maidens, my twa bonnie maidens ; My ain bonnie maidens, my twa bonnie maidens ;
The sea-moullit’s nest I will watch o’er the main, Your cradle I’ll rock on the lea of the rock,
And ye are bravely welcome to Skye again. And ye’ll aye be welcome to Skye again.
Come along, come along wi’ your boatie and your song, | Come along, come along wi’ your boatie and your song,
My ain bonnie maidens, my twa bonnie maidens; My ain bonnie maidens, my twa bonnie maidens ;
And saft sall ye rest where the heather it grows best, Mair sound sall ye sleep as ye rock o’er the deep,
And ye are dearly welcome to Skye again. And ye’ll aye be welcome to Skye again.
THE GARDEN GATE.

oe --
W. T. PARKE.
s Andantino.
— Sa
The day was clos’d, the moonshone bright, The vil-lage clockstruck eight, When
a ——
Lu - cy hasten’d with de - light, To ope the gar - den gate; But
a = 58 oo ee : = N=
plete —
Sa rr a ae ee ——_ =a —
sure, as if to drive her mad, The gate was there, but not. the lad! Which
wal ee Zz = a =
ee Sal ee dee A ee
ian ggae
a IDaeeo
ees rey oF— | a 2 eer a es
made poor Lu - cy geriev- ing cry, “ Was e - ver maid so US) eet ee cee
She pac’d the garden here and there, She ceas’d—a noise her ear alarms—
The village clock struck nine ; The village clock struck ten:
When Lucy cried in wild despair, When William caught her in his arms,
‘* He shan’t, he shan’t be mine! And ne’er to part again.
Last night he vow’d the garden gate He show’d the ring, to wed next day,
Should find him there this eve at eight; He’d been to buy, a long, long way ;
But this I'll let the creature see, How then could Lucy cruel prove,
He ne’er shall make a fool of me.’”’ To one that did so fondly love!
JOHN DICKS" EDITION.]

SHULE, AGRA,
ee
Andantino. ae 4
den bow’rs, To
ee —————— SeieS
= ees
ye SS
fa - ded flow’rs, An a think them like past hap - py hours, That
a Sa
Oey Reeee
JSST Sep -—E 5s Seer. aaa
~aa —— eee ae
Sune Reest
Faw Yes se
=
= aS
fied like sum - mer’s bloom; Shule, shule, shule a - gra,
Se maces SS
are ae « are Ca we —_J art
Dreams of joy are sor - row now, The lad of my _ heart from ~
home is gone, Ca - thu - theen, ca - thu ~- theen slaune.
I am not now the blooming maid, In other climes he’s gone to find,
That us’d to love the valley’s shade, A lass more pleasing to his mind,
My youth, my hopes, are all decay’d, But, ah, the one he’s left behind,
And ev’ry friend is fled. Will love him best of all.
Shule, shule, shule agra, Shule, shule, shule agra,
Peace, why hast thou sigh’d fare-well ? Time can only bring me woe;
The lad of my heart from home is gone, The lad of my heart from home is gone,
Cathutheen, cathutheen slaune. Cathutheen, cathutheen slaune.
HERE WE DWELL IN HOLIEST BOWERS.

THOMAS MOORE, OLD IRISH.
Tempo moderato.
pa Se ea Te 2. o————3 me:
2 Hes ppeenys actrees pea — ——-4
** Here we dwell se ain ho i. atest bow - ers, Where

—— = = == SSS $< —___. ___
te meee ae se Ss ae me —————————
Lie See ee SS ae ee ——= —— ae Cannee
an - gels of light oer our Oo - ri - sons bend; Where sighs of de -
2s —. a ——— @—-—__9@ See ee ee 3 pis
a =e ss ee ar ae NO
car ts ge eee en bel ef ee ea ee se ee Pl ee ae ae gy ee
- vo - tion, and breath - ings of flow - ers, To hea - ven in
A aCS TEAS eee
RAR ei? “EPAAS 1 eS Ee
awe eg ee oS Se en ee
ea cee SS aT a i fea came
min - gled o - dour as - cend! Do not dis - turb our
==
ee eee oe shoesara
2. sae=—— | aa
Neg—
ae ee — SSeS Sis > =
calm, oh, Love! So like is thy form to the che - rubs a-
SSS SSeS
- _bove, It ‘well might de - ceive such hearts as ours.’?
Love stood near the Novice and listen’d, Love now warms thee, waking and sleeping,
And love is no novice in taking a hint ; Young Novice, to him all thy orisons rise,
His laughing blue eyes soon with piety glisten’d; He tinges the heavenly fount with his weeping,
His rosy wing turn’d to heayen’s own tint. He brightens the censer’s flame with his sighs.
“Who would have thought,” the urchin cries, Love is the saint, enshrin’d in thy breast,
“That Love could so well, so gravely disguise And angels themselves would admit such a guest,
His wandering wings, and wounding eyes P” If he came to them cloth’d in Piety’s vest,
JQHN DICKS’ EDITION. }
OH, FOR THE SWORDS OF FORMER TIME.

THOMAS MOORE. Orp TRISH.
Allegro con spirito.
| ——_— ——__. Samana .Wiis
= is a Se eee <— e —
1. Oh, for theswords of former time! Oh, for aa menio Seo: bord ait
then, When
7
2. Oh, for the kings who flour-ish’d then! Oh, for the pomp thatcrown’d them, When
= { aoa eran =
SS eS ey =e ee ee eggee
~ arm’d for Right, they stood su - blime, And ty - rantscrouch’dbe - fore them! When
hearts and hands of free- born men, Were all the ram- parts round them! When
free yet, ere courts be - gan With hon - ours to en - slave him, - The
safe built on bo - soms true, The throne was but the cen - tre, Round
2 —— — ——_— ——.-
a ee eee Oe Ne ay Sere ees eg) ee
aa ee a are = Se eee ire er
best hon - ours worn by man, Were those which vir - tue gave tae
which, love a cir - cle. drew’ That trea - son durst not en - ter.
r as 2
=a ———— a ae
=4 +
== ee
iv a a —|
¥ Oh, for theswords of for -mer time! Oh, for the men who bore them, When
Oh, for the Des who flour-ish’d then! Oh, for the pomp that crown’d them, When
nee ree
. d lib.
as Z i =i
ie ;
bases Othaon =
re S a en gd ai oT
arm’d for Right they stood su~-blime, And ty - rantscrouch’dbe - fore them!
hearts and hands of free- born men, Were all the ram-parts round them!
I SAW THY FORM IN YOUTHFUL PRIME.

THOMAS MOORE. Oxp Irisx,
ee ee ee
Lee,
thought that pale Would stealy,.....08 pee he
—Sa
SSeS =e
=
steps eT And waste its * bloom WaYishaisussosgeccetes
ee ————— <= SY Foar perenne Sener = cite ew eee
=o
Ma - Ry! a still ie fea - tures wore that light, Which
ne SE
z —
fleets not with the _—_—breath ; And LitGr eens ne’er look’d more
= gr, ag ee ee
Re eee
b—— ——_ = ee ae eee ie
—s Ka IAF nae
pure - ly bright Than in thy smile of death,......... Jes MLAS SRB Ys
As streams that run o’er golden mineg, Tf souls could always dwell above,
Yet ate calmly glide, Thou ne’er hadst left thy sphere;
Nor seem to know the wealth that shines Or could we keep the souls we love,
Within their gentle tide, Mary! We ne’er had lost thee here, Mary!
So veil’d beneath the simplest guise, Though many a gifted mind we MCUs
Thy radiant genius shone, Though fairest forms we see,
And that, which charm’d all other eyes, To live with them is far less sweet
Seem’ a worthless in thy own, Mary |! . Than to remember thee, Mary!

32 BES!’ MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
THOMAS MOORE.
NO, NOT MORE WELCOME,
Op Irisx.
Tempo moderato. 2 fae Puy ca ;
= = — ae ———
roa =2—2-
o_o ee —@ = 2 eee
ieTeNO; not more wel - come the fai ry num - bers Of mn - sic
2. Sweet voice of com - fort! ’twas like the steal - ing Of sum - mer
or SS — eo=e
(Se es ee eS = a ee 2a
— —_S
fall on the sleep - er’s ear, When, half - a wak - ing from fear - ful
wind thro’ some wreath - ed shell— Each se - cret wind - ing, each in - most
———_ er,
as ee
————
slum - bers, He thinks the full choir of heav’n is near,— Then came that
feel - ing Of all my _ soul echo-ed_ to its spell, ’Twas whisper’d
==
aa ae ol
voice, when, all for sak - en, This heart long had sleep-ing lain, Nor thoughtits
balm—’twas sun-shine spo - ken!— I'd live years of grief and pain ‘To have my
riten.
i = SS = = SS a= eee rica =e
—zi—_ 2— : — — ||
= Saree eS =
cold pulse would ev - er wak-en To such be - nign, bless-ed sounds a -~ gain,
long sleep of sor-row bro-ken By such be - nign, bless-ed sounds a - gain,
DRINK TO HER.
THOMAS MOORE. Oxp Iris.
Allegretto.
a
Drink to her who long Hath wak’d the po - et’s sigh, The
girl who gave to song What gold could
SS
ne - ver buy. Oh!
S
— »
S
wo
—_—
- man’s
—_—
heart
-—____ 4 2_—_____
was made
—
=
SS
For
Se
ee —_ 2
min - strel’s hands a
=
- lone; By
SSS SS
SSSSS Se
ad hb
Sa = SSS
o - ther fn - gers play’d, It yields not half the tone. Then
girl who gave to song What gold could ne - ver buy.
At Beauty’s door of glass, The love that seeks a home

Where Wealth and Wit once stood, Where wealth or grandeur shines,
They ask’d her, ‘‘ which might pass ?”’ Is like the gloomy gnome,
She answer’d, ‘‘ he, who could.’’ That dwells in dark gold mines.
With golden key Wealth thought But, oh, the poet’s love
To pass—but ’twould not do; Can boast a brighter sphere;
While Wit a diamond brought, Its native home’s above,
~ Which cut his bright way throngh. Tho’ woman keeps it here.
So here’s to her, who long Then drink to her, who long
Hath wak’d the poet’s sigh, Hath wak’d the poet’s sigh,
The girl, who gave to song The girl, who gave to song
What gold could never buy. What gold could never buy.
33
WHEN HE, WHO ADORES THEE.

THOMAS MOORE.
5 Con espressione. * Oup IrtsuH.
cs
“adeT——ee— Ie SS
LTR SA ST ERY say memes eli oawer ae
are —,—__— —_o _2—oo —__—
& : Sat [ aes ed es, —- en epee
Eres
ere
= a ae -—— ree;
1. When he, who a - dores thee,
2. With has left but the name Of
thee were the dreams of his
my ear - li - est love; Eves. *ry
SSS =
fault and his sor - rows be -
thought hind, h, say, wilt thou
of my rea - son was thine ; In my last hum - ble
-——-——* ——,—- —\ ————. N
= SF or Ss =
& ——* 2 ea ——— © = me
> siete on ==
So eee ees
ee
weep, when they dark - en the
pray’r fame Of a life that for
to the SDL TG a - bove, Thy name shall be
thee was re : sign’d P Yes,

min weep, and how - e-ver my
- gled with mine. Oh, blest are the loy-ers and
aa aaa ees =
5 ee o_o
= =+ Paar Se ase
<a ——
eg fe
foes may con - demn, Thy
friends tears shall ‘ef - face their de -
who © shall live, The days of
sb ea
e
ae
e
a — a ee
eee ee
thy
Same
ely) a bay
ae
to
hess : [aes eee ee
eae — SS
a 5 a eee ig Se 2 ale ee,
Pee Eames eg) aes
Samy
- cree; For Heav’n can wit - ness, though guil - ty to
see; But the next dear - est
8 [
bless - ing that Hea - ven can
ad lib. law
i-— o_o a ee ——
et a = ee =|
=e 5 ——— ——
them, I have been but too faith -
os o~____
give, ful to thee.
Is the pride of thus dy - ing for thee.
AE FOND KISS, AND THEN WE SEVER.

BURNS.
Andante. OLD Scorcu.
~s
==
SS a e
ad e 2 aay ee ee oe ——— SSsel eta
ive fond kiss, and then we se - ver; Ke fare - well, And
; SS —— —e- —
then for €ve~ =e er! Deep in heart - wrung tears Ill pledge thee,
=
= a ee ee eee pe ee a
eee ee = SE = = ee
ee g gee = =e ame
oS aes ———
War - rings sighs and groans I’Jl wage thee. Who shall say that
== See
———_—_+ >= SY a oo
2s ae Ss Sr —— aa eo ——— Sen ee
for - tune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae
| ae
= EO tare) —F> —2— SS
cheer - fu’ twin - kle lights me; Dark despair a - round be - nights me,
T’ll ne’er blame my partial fancy, Fare thee weel, thon first and fairest!
Naething could resist my Nancy ; Fare thee weel, thou best and dearest !
But to see her was to love her; Thine be ilka joy and treasure,
Love but her and leve for ever. Peace, enjoyment, love, and pleasure !
Had we never lov’d sae kindly,
Had we never lov’d sae blindly, , Ae fond kiss, and then we sever ;
Ae fareweel, alas, for ever!
Never met or never parted, : Deep in heart-wrung tears I’ll pledge thee,
We had ne’er been broken-hearted. Warring sighs and groans I’ll wage thee.
C
Sh BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
THE WOODMAN.
C. DIBDIN.
Andante con moto.
1 Far re - movd from noise and smoke, Hark gen eeneat the
2. Per = haps, now fell’d by this bold man, That tree shall form _ the
a eI Shoe md MaenSe
plies gE ae
ea OS a ee : ee ee=
wood - man’sstroke, Who dreams not, as he fells the oak, What

spruce se - dan, Or wheel - - bar-yrow, where -— oys - ter Nan, So
es
a
S
SSSS SS
SS
: =
eS ee eee ee ee ae
—— == == eee rae Shea
a Ia <n arg j —_— & a eS Se cage 1

a Sa
mis - chief dire he brews; How art may shape his foils = eine ees
YURS her yul - gar rig; The stage where box - ers crowd in
== SS ea
~ , Ox pea) 2S
ee a oe —}—— a eae =
trees, In rath) toe hehe ce ue ony and ease, How art may shape _ his
flocks, Or else a quack’s, per - haps, the stocks, The stage where box - ers
———
ae
a eS se
eeeeee
al aes Sa —
ee
8
ee
SS Se
fall - ing trees, In aid of phe a Wh Gay and ease. . He weighs not
crowd in flocks, Or else a quack’s, per - haps, the stocks, Or posts for
ae ae ee Ors ae See Sl
= Pa a oe ee Fee , ———
——— —— — = i
mat - ters such as these, But sings, and hacks, and hews, sings,
signs, or bar - bers’ blocks, Where smiles the par ~=- son’s wig, smiles,
=) — 7 = = tae
Zee —— e— =e ate eee
sings, sings, oa wings, But sings, and hacks, and hews.

smiles, smiles, siniles, Where smiles the par - son’s wig.
Thou mak’st, bold peasant,—oh, what grief! Yet justice let us still afford ;—
The gibbet, on which hangs the thief ! These chairs, and this convivial board,
The seat where sits the grave lord chief ; The bin that holds gay Bacchus’ hoard,
The throne, the cobbler’s stall. Confess the woodman’s stroke.
Thou pamp’rest life in every stage, He made the press that bled the vine,
Mak’st folly’s whims, pride’s equipage, The butt that holds the generous wine,
For children toys, crutches for age, The hall itself where tipplers join,
And coffins for us all. To crack the mirthful joke.
AND OH, FOR ANE-AND-TWENTY, TAM.

BURNS. TRADITIONAL,
— =
Allegro moderato.
ie ee Saaey Seis ress
eo
A nd oh, for ane-and- twen - ty, Tam! And hey, for ane-and-twen - ty, Tam! Ill
——— — eed a ee
xy ——
— | La ae ee a SsSe ne
=a Sa == ren =” SS
a ane 8 ee os Baoet aes a =
oe
learn my kin a rat - tlin’ sang, Gin I saw ane - and - twen - ty, Tam! They
ee
snool me sair and haud me down, And gar me _ look like blun - tie, Tam; But
( SS Se
three short years will soon wheel roun’, An’ then comes ane - and - twen - ty, Tam!
A gleib o’ Jan’, a clant 0’ gear They'll ha’e me wed a wealthy coof,

Were left me by my auntie, Tam | Though I mysel’ ha’e plenty, Tam!
At kith or kin I needna speir, But hear’st thou, laddie? there’s my loof,
An’ I saw ane-and-twenty, Tam. I’m thine at ane-and-twenty, Tam.
And oh, for ane-and-twenty, Tam, &. And oh, for ane-and-twenty, Tam, &c.

HERE’S A’ HEALTH TO ANE I LO’E®° DEAR.

EAtDENS: : ae TRADITIONAL.
a
LST
ae SS
ee ative enti, =
fe
i rr —_# SS
ee
1. Here’s a health to ane Tie le'a dear, Here’s a health to

2, I mourn thro’ the gay gau- dy day, As hope - legs I
pe = SS Se = = Soe Teese <i > _
— ——— <=
a ee See
—— ————S§-—— ___—_e——
4 are
ane I lo’e dear ; Thou art sweet as the
muse on By
smile when
charms ; But wel - come the dream o’ sweet
- e eee eae Ot 1. We
o ES
T~
—— SS SS Se eee
—__ * + — 7 |S —?—SS ee =|
a = ea oar Se aw aie - eo. Cd mci
fond lov - ers meet, And saft as their part - ing
slum tear, Jes - sie! Al -
= - ber, For then I am lock’d in thy arms, Jes - sie! I
= :
SS S SS Se er,
——2—— sss ee — = paar
- tho’ thou maun ne - ver be mine, Al-—-=* -tho? e -. ven
guess by the dear an = gel smile, uE guess by the
——e ——— SSS eM ELC SS RR TY mem Sabre ae s— ——

hope is de.-- «= nied; a4 Ug sweet = er for thee
love = roll = ing
de -
ee 5;— Bat why urge the ten - der con -
_—————
— ———— eae
= —__|—_-——
as
es a
— ——_——.
—s
a ——<—<—<——
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i Rare eee
pager ——ee a |
spairs)
—=
i= sings Than all in the

“oe
world
cg ‘
be
J
-
Ce
side,
- fessoeeegey Jes - sie!
100 *Gainst for - tune’s fell cru - el de - cree, Jes - sie?
JAMES Hocg. SWHEN THE KYE COME HAME,

Andante moderato. we al ms Pen ork TRADITIONAL.
—— SS
: a SS eeeeee e
MERE ]
9e/a, Tomes eR eee oe a
Come all ye jol - ly shep - herds that whistle thro’ the glen, 1A
—— Sa Sa ay Saaess
—————
SS aes x Sey
are ——— a ee es oS? a z- =——_—_—£ ee
uae
tell ye 0” a se + cret that cour - tiers din - na ken; What
Ne ee aeay es Ge ee
Seene ——
ard Ne cael tel AOS a = —#——§
Petescean —— ———— > reesei
is the great - est bliss that the tongue o” man can name? "Tis to
-—
S
Ss
S ee =— eS ee 7ireomm iin ome ing =
woo a bon - nie las = sie when the kye come hame, When the
Saas
= ea: eames
a. eae eee
= a a
a Cece perme
ae poare ee
iy oar)
kye come ~ hame, when the kye come hame, “Tween the>
Se a eee : : &:
= oe
= a oe Say Ley
—4——— penton ———s oe J see
gloam - in’ and the kye eome mirk, Waen the
-. hame.
*Tis not beneath the burgonet, nor yet beneath the crown, |See yonder pawky shepherd that lingers on
the hill—_
*Tis not on couch of velvet, nor yet on bed of down; His yowes are in the fauld, and his lambs are lying still,
’Tis beneath the spreading birch, in the dell without aname,| But he downa gang to rest, for his heart is in a
flame
Wi’ a bonnie, bonnie lassie when the kye come hame. To meet his bonnie lassie when the kye come hame,
When the kye come hame, &c. When the kye come hame, &c.
Then the eye shines sa brightly the hale soul to beguile, |Awa’ wi’ fame and fortane—what comfort
can they gi’e ?
There’s love in evy’ry whisper and joy in ev'ry smile ; And a’ the arts that prey upon man’s life and libertie!
Oh, wha would choose a crown wi’ its perils and its fame, |Gi’e me the highest joy that the heart 0’ man
Aud miss a bonnie lassie when the kye come hame ? can frame,
My bonnie, bonnie lassie when the kye come hame.
When the kye come hame, &c, » When the kye come hame, &e,
LOUDON’S BONNIE WOODS AND BRAES.

TRADITIONAL.
TANNAHILL.
SS
SS
Allegro moderato.
S
ee Pe Se
SS
a eS,Ne
SS
eS
- don’s bon - nie woods and braes, I maun lea’ them a, dade a,
Lou
7 eg i
eS Dea BRANESOS [SSS ee ee
een ee Se a ee ee
a oe
SS las - sie?
Wha can thole when Bri-tain’s faes, Wad give Bri- tons law,
— — =e Sesto Ss
as eee eee ee giemeen
ee ee
et pie ee eee ora agg SS
Wha wad shun the field 0’ a - ger? Wha to fame would live a las
stran-
or {= nee 2 mie
—_—~ __ so
reas
——
o—
—————
—- ome Cee ee ee
oe
free - dom bids a - venge her, Wha wad shun _ her ca’, las - sieP
Now when
our hap - py bri - dal days ;And
se
seen
SSS
Lou - don’s bon - nie woods and braes Hae
By ee =
————— r= a ae
SS ae eS ee
gen - tle hope shallsoothe thy waes When am far yh Senn las - sie
Hark! the swelling bugle rings, Oh, resume thy wonted smile,
Yielding joy to thee, laddie ;5 Oh, suppress thy fears, lassie ;;
But the doleful bugle briings Glorious honour crowns the toil
Waefu’ thochts to me, laddie. That the soldier shares, lassie.
Lanely I maun climb the mountain, Heaven will shield thy faithful lover
Lanely stray beside the fountain, Till the vengeful strife is over ;
Still the weary moments countin’. Then we’ll meet, nae mair to sever
Far frae love and thee, laddie. Till the day we dee, lassie.
On the gory field of war, ’Midst our bonnie woods and braes
Where vengeance drives his crimson car, We'll spend our peaceful, happy days,
Thow'lt may-be fa’, frae me afar, As blythe’s yon lightsome lamb that plays
And nané to close thy e’e laddie. On Loudon’s flow’ ry lea, lassie.
OH, WILLIE BREW’D A PECK O?’ MAUT.

BURNS. TRADITIONAL.
oes = ee
= = as
2S=
roxceeeere =
a ae
=== a — a= ————=
———
Wil- lie brew’d oe peck 0’
pees And Rob and Al- lan cam’ to pree; Three
1, Oh, we; And
are we met, three pier -ry boys, Three mer - ry boys I trow are
2. Here
——
er
a
——_——
flee
—= ——cas LT—_——_—_-——— Eee ear eee a zis
eo * a z === =
8 =o “©Jeter roe oe
Chris- ten - ee ee
. a Bf
blyth - er hearts that

S
lee-lang night Ye wad - na find in
mer- ry been, And mo - ny mae we hope to _ be. oe
mony a nicht we've
—
=== —--—* Sa ee eas
are na fou, we're no that fou, But just a drap - pie in | sour gece
a SS Sl
SSS
cock may craw, the day may daw, But aye we'll taste the bar - ley bree.
It is the moon—I ken her horn— | Wha first shall rise to gang awa,
That’s blinking in the lift sae hie; A cuckold, coward loon is he!
She shines sae pricht to wile us hame, Wha last beside his chair shall foie
But by my sooth she’ll wait a wee. He is the king amang us three!
We are na fon, &c. We are na ‘fou, &e.

THE FLOWING BOWL.

DIBDIN.
SS
Allegro moderato.
OL all heay’n gave to com-fort man, And cheer his droop - ing soul, Show
2, When me bands hear, in hope-less grief, The knell be - gin to toll, They
a —_
eee —— = ne aaa Se ee =
a2 Ear aS [So ee = ge Oo aaa = =
a —s at ae —s ye et ae ae
a bless - ing, he who can, To top the flow - ing bowl,— To
wend a - while,—then, for re - lief, They seek the flow - ing bowl,— They
a ee ee eee
= ae
SS SS Saree = = Se=a
SaaS | = Se ——
top the flow - ing bow]. When am - rous Stre - phon, dy - ing’ swain, Whose
seek the flow - ing bowl. The tar, while swell - ing ues de - form Old
ee ee
a
———
heart his Daph - ne LOLs ccc mera
ee oo
eee
Ssse~
Cec re ieee come ete nem
pare eee o@ E
ER or ca Per ateire cee ee tishenel -
=
Whose heart
See:
his
oO - cean as Choeygere COL enc wacthacsse eaceosceeecc rice asc oan eae cout ea ne sacane enc oscmen eras Old oO - cean
—— =e = 22
= Soa ais ee = <> eS sae
Daph - ne stole, Is jil - ted, To re - lieve his pain, He seeks the flowing
as they roll, In spite of dan-ger and the storm,Puts round the flowing
~ SS SLL aE Pee Tee ee Ee
= —— J
eee == es
——S= ;
roe
ee
ff et
=FSSao=—
tees WV
bowl— The flow - - - - « - = . = . - - . - - ing
bowl— The flow - - - - : - - - - ing
SS SEeen =
—— = _——
gars aaaes -o-
bowl, He seeks the flow - ing bowl, He seeks the flow - ing bowl.
bowl, Puts round the flow - ing bowl, Puts round the flow - ing bowl.
The miner, who his devious way Moisten your clay then, sons of earth,
Works like the purblind mole, To Bacchus in a shoal,
Still comfort, for the loss of day, Come on, the volunteers of mirth,
Finds in the flowing bowl. And by the flowing bowl
It gives to poets lyric wit, Become immortal, be ador’d,
To jesters to be droll; ’Mongst gods your names enrol,
Anacreon’s self had never writ, Olympus be the festive board,
But for the flowing bowl. Nectar the flowing bowl.
ERIN, THE TEAR AND THE SMILE.

THOMAS MOORE. Oup IRIsz.
Andante con espress.
——— + - |
SS SS2S
Se SS
Load eebe the tear and the smile in thine eyes,
Ph, Vs bay, thy si - lent tear ne - ver shall cease,
DE | aa reares =I = ee Te ran
——————— aay ipa Son —F (oe = i Pies =a es :
Blend like the rain - bow that hangs in thy skies !

E - rin, thy lan - guid smile ne’er shall in - crease,
>
ae
SSS
a ie a ae
———
SS
=
SS SSSS
See
San ees aon
oe eee
re
ee
a
Paes
=
Shin - ing thro’ sor - yrow’s stream, Sad - d’ning thro’ plea - sure’s beam,
Till, like the rain - bow’s light, Thy va - rious tints u - nite,
2 ern Se pe SS ig
SS
ae a ee
| or a ——
r ful gleam Weep while they rise!
And form in Hea - vyen’s sight One arch of peace !

(ou)os) BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
BONNIE JEAN.
BURNS. TRADITIONAL.
Andante. “i
=
ms ae
er
——s——_5_9—*-—e
Ss Sar
e eaeerel
1. There was a lass and she was fair, At kirk or mar - ket
eet hawks will rob the ten - der joys ‘That bless the lit - tle
= egg eS ——— ape ieee

= a
> to be seen; When a the fair oe) est maids were met The
lint - white’s nest; And frost will blight the fair = est flowr, And
-_—
ee a
—
SS cea
=
aS Bie eee ee
Sey
ee Seee
==
ee es
fair - est maid was bon - nie Jean. And aye she wrought her
love will break the sound - est rest. Young Ro - bie was the
ee a 1 3 ee ia SEee ee ee
es eae ee ea cere ore :-——
oe 7 oa NS Soil faa i md SS
mam - mié’s work, And aye she sang ~ sae mer -=Ti sale: elhe blyth - est
braw - est lad, The flow’r and pride of a’ the glen; And he had
ae
a
are eerie = a Sie
bird up - on the bush Had ne’er a light - er heart than she.
Ows = en, sheep, and kye, And wan - ton nag - gies nine or ten.
He gaed wi’ Jeanie to the tryste, The sun was sinking in the west,
He danced wi’ Jeanie on the down, The birds sang sweet in ilka grove,
And lang ere witless Jeanie wist, - His cheeks to hers he fondly prest,
Her heart was tint, her peace was stown. And whisper’d thus his tale o’ love.
As in the bosom o’ the stream ** Oh, Jeanie fair, I lo’e thee dear!
The moonbeam dwells at dewy e’en, Oh, canst thou think to fahey me P
So trembling, pure, was tender love Or wilt thou leave thy mammie’s cot,
Within the breast o’ Lonnie Jean. And learn to tent the farms wi’ me?
And now she works her mammie’s work, ** At barn or byre thou shalt na drudge, |
And aye she sighs wi’ care and pain ; Or naething else to trouble thee,
Yet wistna what her ail might be, But stray amang the heather-bells,
Or what wad mak’ her weel again. And tent the waving corn wi’ me.”’
But didna Jeanie’s heart loup light, Now what could artless Jeanie do?
And didna joy blink in her e’e, She had nae will to say him na;
As Robie tauld a tale o’ love, At length she blushed a sweet consent.
Ae e’enin’ on the lily lea P And love was aye between them twa.
MY HEART IS SAIR FOR SOMEBODY.

BURNS. : OLD ScotcH.
Moderato.
detaScat Miho iad Wis eee Mie Shee RIE ad ke DL, —
ee ee ee ee ee ee Se ee ee ee ee
5 Smee 0hee ee — = 2 See ae = =e
lomy heart. 16 ssair, canr = iif tell, oy heart is sair for some - bo - dy;
2. Ye powrs that smile on vir- tuous loye, Oh, sweet - ly smile on some - bo - dy;
SS eeeere ames rap pres ane eee amen pam er mes)Ses Fee see aS
Sere Ne ee
4 2S er ee : ee ee See
€ 7 a aa 2 o 6 :
I could wake a win - ter night For the sake o’ some - body.
Frae il - ka dan - ger keep him free, And send me safe my some - ho- dy,
Oh, hon, for some ; bo - dy! Oh, hey, for some .- bo - dy!
Oh, hon, for some bo - dy! Oh, hey, for some - bo - dy!
ee
<a Seema Saari woe oh rae a
I couldrange the world a - round For the sake o> some - bo = dy.
I wad do— what wad I not, For the sake 0’ some - bo - dy.
OH,, WHA IS’ SHE THAT LO’ES ME?

BURNS. TRADITIONAL.
Moderato. : —
1. Oh; wha is_ she_ that lo’es me, And has my heart a - keep-ing? Oh,
Sekt thon shaltmeet a las = sie In grace and beau - ty charm-ing, That
sweet is she that lo’es me As dews o’ sim - mer weep - ing, In

e’en thy= cho = sen -‘la8* =~ sie} Ere while thy breast sae warm - ing, Had
ee
ee tears the rose - bud __ steep - me it ,
ne’er sic powrs a - larm - ing! Oh, that’s the las - sie 0’ my heart, My
wo - man - kind, And ne’er a ane to peer her.
If thou hadst heard her talking, If thou hast met this fair one
And thy attentions plighted, When frae her thou hast parted,
That ilka body talking If every other fair one
But her by thee is slighted ; But her thou hast deserted,
And thou art all delighted ; And thou art broken-hearted ;
Oh, that’s the lassie, &c. Oh, that’s the lassie, &.
FAREWELL, THOU FAIR DAY.

BURNS. TRADITIONAL.
Larghetto.
SS SS
SS
aes e.
ee
Fare - well, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye _ skies, Now gay with the
broad set - ting sun; Fare - well, loves and friend - ships, ye dear tender
grim king of terrors, thou life’s gloom-y foe, Go fright - en the
2S eS SS eS eee
Re eee we - po
(aEem EE
ae ae e ete s |eee eee ee ee Be eee ee a Sa

co - ward and slave | Go teach them to trem - ble, fell
aera Set REE AL Fi eS eS SS el a Te

(———— ae SSS
ty - rant, but know, No ter - rors hast thou for the brave !
Thou strik’st the dull peasant, he sinks in the dark, In the field of proud honour, our swords in our hands,
Nor saves e’en the wreck of a name; Our king and our country to save ;
Thou strik’st the young hero, a glorious mark! While victory shines on life’s last ebbing sands,
He falls in the blaze of his fame. Oh, who would not die with the brave!
Thou grim king of terrors, &c. Thou grim king of terrors, &c.
40 BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSEKS.
DAINTY DAVIE.
BURNS. TRADITIONAL.
Allegro. =,
pase Se aaa Cae
ee seeTaSE Se
en oS
— a =a es ee ae Saree gp see 4
a — SS — 9 —_ —___ =
~ 1. Now ro + sy May comes in wi’ flow’rs To deck her gay green
2. When pur - ple morn - ing starts the hare, To steal up - on her
ee i See, TTS Dameaas
aa SS een Sa = ae
==" al
eas2.
we aePipa eaters
eS ——————————
Bo Sat ree Baefeeseas
spreal - ing bow’rs, And now come in my hap - py hours, To wan - der
ear - ly fare, Then thro’ the dews I will re - pair To meet my
=
(SS= a= : —— Se 72
6 = Lee ee (Se to
ee as
wi’ my Da - vie. The crys - tal wa - ters gent - ly fi2 ae

faith - fu’ Da - vie. When day, ex - pir - ing in the west, The
= ee eS ee
ae
ee
am aa
Ree oe Se ee ee
: mer - ry birds are lov - ers five The scent - ed breez - es round us
cur - tain draws 0’ na - ture’s rest, I'll flee to his arms i lo’e
———— a
Bai
eaten Se ei ae ee
——— =
eum
eS aeons es
blaw, A wan - qdring = wi’ m :
best, And that’s my dain - ty Meet eee ye the
Sg eee SRS faerie ee Ay emer eeeeiors a ae epee ee = So Saearae
—$— SESS er = a =x SSS
ae onee Eas SS 2 eeeee e oS
Sa
war - lock knowe, Dain - ty Da - vie, dain ty Da - vie, There Til
OH, NO, WE NEVER MENTION HER.

T. H. BAYLY. Siz H. R. BISHOP. |
2 Se SS ee eS
mf e tenuto molto.
1, Oh, no, we ne - ver men - tion her! Her name is ne - ver heard; My
2.They bid me seek in change of scene, The charms that o- thers Bee, But
SS SS
—
_=
St
S SS —&
ee, Sp is
Ee Sats
<=
to speak That once fa - mi- liar word. From

were I in a fo - reign land,They’d find nochange in me. Tis
gree —ageremny re
Se Nee
sport to sport they hur - ry me, To bau - ish my re - gret, And
true that I be - hold no -more, The val - ley
SSS
mpers _ ne met, I
SS SS SS
ad lib.
# ener ——— — ene eae
se 2 =——=sZ a
when they win a smile from me, They think that I for
do not - get.
see the haw - thorn tree, But how can I for - get.
For, oh, there are so many things They tell me she is happy now,
Recall the past to me, The gayest of the gay ;
The breeze upon the sunny hills, They hint that she forgets me;
The billows of the sea, But I heed not what they say.
The rosy tints that decks the sky Like me, perhaps, she struggles
Before the sun is set, With each feeling of regret,
Aye, ev’ry leaf I look upon, But if she loves as I have lov’d,
Forbids me to forget ! She never can forget !
JOHN DICKS’ EDITIONj
BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. 4]
MY MITHER’S AYE GLOW?’RIN? OWRE

ALLAN RAMSAY.
ME.
Allegro moderato. 17th Century.
=
gt a Pa a
o Sas pape See cas
My mith - er’s aye glow’ - rin’ owre me, Tho’ she did the same be -
—
i ot
—-- = <r
= SS
—— 2 9 ee SS
- fore me; I can - na get leave to look at
aa
my love, Or
— = ————— 7 i * —
—2—= 0 —~ — | 8
else she’d be like to de - your me. Right fain wad I tak’ your
: ;
sir, but Tl tine my toch - er; Then, San- dy, you'll
a SS
gee ee
=F ee ee
fret, And wyte your poor Kate, When - e’er you keck in your toom cof - fer.
* For though my father has plenty
Tutor my parents wi’ caution;
O’ siller and plenishing dainty,
Be wylie in ilka motion ;
Yet h2’s unco sweer
Brag weel o’ your land,
To twine wi’ his gear;
And there’s my lea! hand,
And sae we had need to be tenty.
Win them, I’ll be at your devotion,
My mither’s, &c.
My mither’s, &c,
COME O’ER THE STREAM, CHARLIE.

JAMES HOGG.
¢ Allegro moderato. OupD Scorcu.
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Come o’er_ thestream, Char-lie, dearChar - lie, brave Char - lie, Come o’er the stream,
—— ———— ante SS ee ee
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—— = —— —
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bring to our Char-lie The cream from the bo - thy, and curd from the pen,
* And you shall drink freely the dews of Glen-Sheerly,
That stream in the star-light, when kings dinna ken;
And deep be your meed of the wine that is red,
To drink to your sire and his friend MacLean.
Come o’er the stream, &c.
If aught will invite you, or more will delight you,
’Tis ready—a troop of our bold Highlandmen ~
Shall range on the heather with bonnet and feather,
Strong arms and broad claymores, three hundred and ten
Come o’er the stream, &c,
42, BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
WHA’LL BE KING BUT CHARLIE?

x 2s ANONYMOUS.
Allegvo. . : =
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The mews frae Moid - art cam’ yestreen, Will soon gar mo - ny
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The Highland clans wi’ sword in hand, There’s ne’er a lass in a’ the land
Frae John o’ Groat’s to Airlie, But vows, baith late and early,
Hae to a man declared to stand, To man she’ll ne’er gie heart or hand
Or fa’ wi’ Royal Charlie. Wha wadna fight for Charlie.
Come through, &, Come through, &ec.
The Lowlands a’ baith great and sma’, Then here’s a health to Charlie’s cause,
Wi’ mony a lord and laird, hae And be’t complete and early;
Declared for Scotland’s king and law, His very name my heart’s blood warms—
An’ spier ye wha but Charlie ? To arms for Royal Charlie !
Come through, &c. Come through, &c.
OH, SPEED, LORD NITHSDALE.

TRADITIONAL.
Andante larghetto.
Oh, speed, Lord Niths-dale, speed ye fast, Sin’ ye maunfrae your coun-trie flee; Nae
o
mer - cy mot fa’ to yourshare, Nae pi - ty is for thine and thee. Thy
dane
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Her heart, sae wae, was like to break, Lord Nithsdale lov’d wi’ mickle love ;
While kneeling by the taper bright ; But he thought on his countrie’s wrang,
But ae red drap cam’ to her cheek And he was deem’d a traitor syne,
As shone the morning’s rosy light. And forced frae a’ he lov’d to gang.
Lord Nithsdale’s bark she mot na see, ** Oh, I will gae to my lov’d lord,
Winds sped it swiftly o’er the main ; He may na smile, I trow, bot me;”’
** Oh, ill betide,’”’ quoth that fair dame, But hame, and ha’, and bonnie bowers,
‘* Wha sic a comely knight had slain !’” Nae mair will glad Lord Nithsdale’ 8 e’e.

THE MINSTREL’S REQUEST.

Sir WALTER SCOTT. ANONYMOUS.
Andante.
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Sum-mer eye is gone and past, Sum-mer dew is fall - ing fast;
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Gen - tle hearts of gen - tle kin, Take ae wan- ding harp-er in.
I have song of war for knight, Ancient lords had fair regard
Lay of love for lady bright, For the harp and for the bard;
Fairy tale to lull the heir, Baron’s race throve never well.
Goblin grim the maids to scare. Where the curse of minstrel fell
Dark the night and long till day, If you love your noble kin,
Do not bid me farther stray. Take the weary harper in.
JENNY’S BAWBEE.
Sir ALEXANDER BOSWELL. Oup ScorcH.
Allegro moderato. ~
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The first a captain to his trade, Dressed up, just like the knave o’ clubs,
Wi ill-lin’d skull and back well-clad, A fool cam’ neist (but life has rubs,)
March’d roun’ the barn and by the shed, Foul were the roads and fu’ the dubs,
And papped on his knee. And jaupit a’ was he;
Quoth he, “ My fibre? nymph, and queen, He danced up, eauinta’ through a glass,
Your beauty’s dazzled paith my een;’ And grinn’d, “T’ faith, a bonnie lass;’
But deil a beauty he had seen He thocht to win wi’ front 0” brass,
But Jenny’s bawbee. Jenny’s bawbee.
A Norlan’ laird neist trotted up, : She bade the laird gae kame his wig
Wi’ baws and nag and siller whup, The sodger no’ to strut sae big,
Cried, ‘‘ Here’s my beast, lad, haud the grup, The lawyer no’ to be a prig ;
Or tie’t till a tree. The fool he cried, ‘‘ Tee- hee,
What’s goud to me ? I’ve wealth o’ lan’, I ken’d that I could never fail ;’
Bestow on ane o’ worth yeur han’ ;’’ But she preen’d the dishclout to his tail,
He thocht to pay what he was awn And soused him wi’ a waterpail,
Wi’ Jenny’s bawhbee. And kept her bawbee.
A lawyer neist, wi’ bletherin’ gab, When Johnnie cam’, a lad o’ sense,
Wi speeches wove like ony wab, Although he hadna mony pence;
In ilk ane’s corn aye took a dab, He took young Jenny to the spence,
And a’ for a fee; With her to crack a wee.
Accounts he owed through a’ the town, Now Johnnie was a clever chiel,
And tradesmen’s tongnes nae mair could drown; And here his suit he press’d sae weel
But now he thought to clout his gown That Jenny’s heart grew saft as jeel,
Wi’ Jenny’s bawbee. And she birl’d her bawhee.
RETURN, OH, GOD OF HOSTS.

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HONOUR AND ARMS.

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THE WHITE SQUALL.

Cart. JOHNS, R.M. G. BARKER.
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1. The sea was bright and the bark rode well, The seas ~bore the
2. They near’d_ the land where in’ beau - ty smiles The 60 i=) = ey e
Sa ey fetes
tone of the ves - per bell; “Twas a gal - lant bark with a
shore of the Gre - cian isles; All thought of home, of that
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- Piu allegro. ‘
wave, And the bark is gulph’d in an Oo - cean grave, For the white squall
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION.
‘ THE WHITE SQUALL.—Continued.
rides on the surg - ing wave, And the bark is gulph’d in an Oo - cean
Allegro molto.
grave, For the white squall rides on the surg - ing wave, And the
Oo . cean grave, in an i¢) = © » cean grave.
“MY BONNY CUCKOO.

TRADITIONAL.
Andante.
Le by bon - ny cuc - koo, I tell you true, That through the groves Pil
2. The ash and the ha- zel shall mourn-ing gay, My bonny cuc-koo, Don’t
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- til the next spring, And then my cuc - koo shall sweet - ly sing.
tar - ry here, And make the sea - son last all the year.
THE DEIL’S AWA’? WI? THE EXCISEMAN,

ATTRIBUTED TO BURNS. OLD ScorcH.
Allegro.
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The deil cam’ fid- dling thro’ the town, And danc’d a- wa’ wi’ th’Ex-cise - man, And
il - ka wife cries,*‘ Auld Ma-houn, 1 wish you luck o the prize, man!’’ The
SSS
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a - wa’ wi’ th’Ex-cise - man.
We’ll mak our maut, we'll brew our drink, There’s threesome reels, there’s foursome reels,
We'll dance and sing, and rejoice, man ; There’s hornpipes and strathspeys, man ;
And mony braw thanks to the meikle black deil But the ae best dance e’er cam to the land
That danc’d awa’ wi’ the Exciseman, Was the deil’s awa’ wi’ the Exciseman.
The deil’s awa’, &c. The deil’s awa’ &c.
. FAREWELL TO LOCHABER.
ALLAN RAMSAY.
Oup Scorcu.
Affettuoso.
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Fare - well to Loch - a- ber, fare - well to my Jean, Where heart-some wi’
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- a - ber no more, We'll may - be re - turn to Loch - a - ber no
more. These tears that I
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dan - gers at - tend-ing on weir; Tho’ borne on rough seas to a
SSS far dis - tant

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shore,
SS SS eer
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to re - turn to Loch - a- ber. no more.
Tho’ hurricanes rise, and rise ev’ry wind, Then glory, my Jeanie, maun plead my excuse:
They’ll ne’er make a tempest like that in my mind; Since honour commands me, how ean I refuse ?
Tho’ loudest of thunders on louder waves roar, Without it, I ne’er can have merit for thee ;
There’s naething like leaving my love on the shore. And losing thy favour, I’d better not be.
To leave thee behind me, my heart is sair pain’d; I gae, then, my lass, to win honour and fa me;
But by ease that’s inglorious no fame can be gain’d; And if I should chance to come gloriously hame,
And beauty and love’s the reward of the brave: I'll bring a heart to thee with love running o’er,
And I maun deserve it before I can crave. And then I’ll leave thee and Lochaber no more.
BY THAT LAKE, WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE.

THOMAS MOORE.
Op Irisx,
Andante con moto.
1. By that Jake, whosegloom-y shore Sky - lark

2.’Twas
ne -ver war - bles o’er, Where the
from Kath-leen’seyes he flew,— Eyes of most un - ho = ly blue! She had
2 =), Sa, Bes SSeS a eS ea NG oe Nee
os es a meee oe
—— Se 3 Sie =
ee
Se ees SS 2 = =
cliff hangs high and steep, Young Saint Ke-vin stole to sleep. ‘“‘Here,at
lov’d him well least,’’»he calm - ly
and long, Wish’dhim hers, nor thought it wrong. Where-so - e’er the Saint would
—s <= ee
———
fj eae
2
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eo r
= 2 et es QO agee me
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——3*- Sr oe
said, ‘‘Wo-man _ ne’er shall find my bed.” Ah, the
fly, goodSaint lit - tle knew What the
Still he heard her light foot nigh; East or west, wher -e’er heturn’d, Still her
ae
SS
SSS ee =
wi-ly sex can do, Ah, the good Saint lit - tle knew What the
eyes be-fore himburn’d,East wi-tly sex can do.-
or west, wher-e’er he turn’d, Still her eyes be-fore himburn’d.
~
On the bold cliff’s bosom east, | Fearless she had track’d his feet
Tranquil now he sleeps at last, Glendalough, thy gloomy wave
| To this rocky, wild retreat;
Dreams of heay’n, nor thinks that e’er| And when morning met his _ Soon was gentle Kathleen’s grave;
view, Soon the Saint (yet, ah, too late !)
Woman’s smile can haunt him there. Her mild glances met it too.
But nor earth, nor heav’n is free Felt her love, and mourn’d her fate.
Ah, your Saints have cruel hearts! |When he said, ‘‘ Heay’n rest
From her pow’r, if fond she be: Sternly from his bed he starts, her soul!”?
Even now, while calm he sleeps, Round the Lake light music stole,
; And with rude, repulsive shock, And her ghost was seen to glide,
Kathleen o’er him leans and weeps. Hurls her from his beetling rock, Smiling, o’er the fatal tide!
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION. ] ad
pe aeeee Te 49
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Scag
DIBDIN, Andante,
Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bow-ling,The dar-ling of our CLOW §..0... No
i, SS ——=
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he’ll hesr the tem - pest howling, For death has broach’d him to! His
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form was of the man.-li-est beau-ty, His heart was kind and soft ; Faith-ful be-low, he
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did his du-ty, But now he’s gone a - LOL erenacsuets Poor Tom has gone a « loft!
Tom never from his word departed, Yet shall poor Tom find pleasant weather,
His virtues were so rare; When He who all commands,
His friends were many, and true-hearted, Shall give, to call Life’s crew together,
His Poll was kind and fair, The word to pipe all hands.
And then, he’d sing so blithe and jolly,— Thus Death, who kings and tars dispatches,
Ah, many’s the time and oft ; In vain Tom’s life has doff’d,
But mirth is turn’d to melancholy, For though his body’s under hatches,
For Tom is gone aloft. His soul has gone aloft.
THE ANCHOR’S WEIGH’D.

Andante, BRAHAM.
ons ons ,
SS SSS
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1. The’ tear fell gen - tly from her eye, When last we part - ed
2. “Weep not my loves ok tremb - ling said, “Doubt not a
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constant
;
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Is
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a SER a
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on the _ shore; My bo - som heav’dwith ma-ny a sigh, To think I

heart like mine; I neer can meet * 220 »~=—. ther maid, Whose charms can
a |
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ee ee ee oe
SS eS a as
ne’er might see her more, To think I ne’er might see her more. °* Dear
fix that heart like thine! Whose charmscan fix that heart like thine!” Cue per!
NN a
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youth,” she cried, ‘und canstthou haste a - way, My heart willbreak; a lit - tle moment
then,” she cried, ‘‘but let thy constant mind, Oft think
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— =e eer eT
—— hk =
ea
2 Oa
. stay, A - las, I can-not, I can-not part from thee. The anchor’s weigh’d,
- hind.” “Dear maid, this last em-brace my pledge shall be! The anchor’s weigh’d,
pa pe 2 len Len
ae sais ee asa. ee
tisseecsseseesese THE anchor’s weigh’d,.......... fare-well! fare -well! re - mem - ber me!”
“ JOHN BRAHAM was born, 1774, in London, of Jewish parents. At the age of 13, sang at Covent Garden
Theatre for the benefit of his teacher, Leoni. In 1796, was engaged by Storace for Drury Lane, and afterwards sang
at the Italian Opera House. The next four years were spent by him in Italy, where he was regarded as the greatest
tenor of his day. In 1801, he reappeared at Covent Garden, in a weak opera, entitled, The Chains of the Heart, which
was soon withdrawn. For many years afterwards, Braham used to write the music for his own part whenever en-
gaged for opera, As an oratorio and concert singer he has never been equalled. In 1831, he sank his fortune in
building the St, James’s Theatre, and died—in poor circumstances, but highly respected—February 17, 1856,
D
Y LOVE HAS EYES.

C. DIBDIN. /~ Sim HENRY R. BISHOP,
Scherzando. : a
stil
eet me
1. Love’s blind, they Bay, : Oh, ine = ver, nay, Can words love’s
2, Love’s wing’d, they OEYs ae Oh, ne - ver, UB Pree ek pin - ions
: Seas ae x ee
aon em cise eee SS ee wee
grace im -_ part? The fan - cy weak, The tongue may speak,
have to Boar 3 De - cei - vers rove, But ne - ver love,
zo ~ re dolce,
ee ea a = Sta
a — =
But eyes a - lone the heart, In one soft look what lan - guage
Ato <u> tach’d; ‘she roves no more. Can he have wings who ne - yer
- lieve me, oh, yes, be - lieve me, love has eyeta att a
THE KISS, DEAR MAID.

LORD BYRON. L. JAUSEN.
2S SS Se
; Andante. wo
AST? oma. a ee s Se
ne - ver part from
=e
1. The kiss, dear maid, thy lip has left, Shall
Pek ask no pledge to make me blest, In gaz.- ing when a -
mine, Till hap-~ pier hours re - store the gift, Un - tain - ed, back to
= lone, Nor one me = mo - rial for a breast Whose thoughts are all thine @
thine. The part - ing glance that fond - ly beams, e - qual love may
own. By day or night, in weal or woe, aint heart ho lon + ger
|
WE
\iaeaa
see $ The tear that from thine eye - lid streams, Can weep nochange in - ’
free, Must bear the love it can - not show, And si - lent ache for
a piacere. TA ra rn tempo.
28 A ie =o ae
@--— ot
ars —
a. i a i
SON OO ee . The kiss, dear maid, thy lip has left, Shall ne - ver part from
EHEC sc cjcrcaees Aap ee heir I ask’ no pledge to make me blest, In gaz - ing when a -
mine, Till hap-pier hours re - store the gift, Ta - taint - ed, back to thine.
- lone, Nor one me - mo- rial for a breast Whose thoughtsare all thine own.

BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. db]
THE OLD COMMODORE.

Allegro. W. K
ah
Od’s
amy
blood! what a time for a sea
Se - man
{
to skulk Un - der
gin - ger
- bread hat - ches a - shore; What a d——’d
(end SS leprae oe Ueona >
SSS SS ote Ae
bat-ter’d old hulk OCan’t be rige’d out for sea ouce more, Can’t be
oe ERE Nee tes ——_ 5 a
. ——s——§— | ——S/o
Sr = SSS 6
= SS
rigg’d out for sea once more: For the pup-pies, as they pass, Cock- ing
ee ae eee Se ees pee,

eeen ey RE
a
es
li .
eae
(ENON
ean
up @ squint-ing glass, Thus run down the old com-mo - _ dore:

Pe a res —\——s—
-——_®— i = ee
eN
as oo a emer ——
ree aa
==
—e———~ :
‘‘That’sthe old com-mo-dore, e@
The ram old com-mo-dore, The gou-ty old com-mo-dore!
He, he, he! Why the
ne - ver more be fit

ee wi
for sea! He'll ne = ver more be fit for sea, |’?
Here am I in distress, like a ship water-logg’d What! no more be afloat! blood and fury! they lie!
Not a tow-rope at hand or a sail; I’m a seaman, and only threescore !
I’m left by my crew,—and, may I be flogg’d, And if, as they tell me, I’m likely to die,
But the doctor’s a son of a whale. Odzooks ! let me not die ashore.
While I’m swallowing his slops, As to death, ’tis all a joke—
How nimble are his chops, Sailors live in fire and smoke;
Thus queering the old commodore :—— So, at least, says the old commodore ;
** Bad case, commodore— The rum old commodore—
Can’t say, commodore— The tough old commodore—
Mus’nt flatter, commodore,” says he; The fighting old commodore, says he :—
* For the bullets and the gout Whom the bullets nor the gout,
Have so knock’d your hull about, Nor the foreigners to boot,
That you'll never more be fit for sea !’” Shall kill, till they grapple him at sea!
=
TOBACCO IS AN INDIAN WEED.

Andantino con espress. 16th Century.
To - bac - co’s but an In - dian weed, Growsgreen at morn, cut down at eve, It
a! 28 a = 95
25565
——_S—s- | _& 2 a ===
shows our decay, We are but clay: Thinkof this when yousmoke to - bac - co.
The pipe, that is so lily white, The ashes that are left behind,
Wherein so many take delight, Do serve to put us all in mind,
Is broke with a touch— That unto dust,
Man’s life is such; Return we must:
Think of this when you smoke tobacco. Think of this when you smoke tobacco.
The pipe that is so foul within, The smoke that does so high ascend,
Shows how man’s soul is stain’d with sin, Shows us man’s life must have an end,
And then the fire, The vapour’s gone—
It doth require: Man’s life is done: 7
Think of this when you smoke tobacco. Think of this when you smoke tobacco.
REST, WARRIOR, REST. ;

MICHAEL KELLY.
Andante con moto.
= SS SS ae
ale 22 comes from the wars, from the red field of fight, He comes thro’ oe storm and the
2. Sung in si - lenceandsleep in the cot -ta-ger’sbed, Ob - li- vion shall vi - sit the
a —
ae ee
Sa
dark-ness of night; For rest and for re - aenow fain to im- plore, “The
war-wea-ry head; Per - chance he maydream, but the vi - sion shall tell Of his
Sea =
ee =| ——
== =
: eases==
oe—= =
== Sa ; —o= aeee aoe nase nee
war-rior bends low at the cot - ta-ger’s door; Pale, pale, pale is his cheek, there’s a
la - dy-love’sbow’r,and her la - test farewell. Oh, then Hope’s fond dream chase the
ee ee = SS SS eS
Se
G—=-2== —~— = SS a =
gash on _ his safe Gah locks o’er his shoul-ders dis - trac -ed - are
flow ; iy the
bat - tle’s ar - ray, Andsweet Love to his home guides the war -ri-or’s way; All the
3a eee eaumeeran era EAL Se ne a

aei ans DS ees aT are SS
po gy oe AP
Snes we gy eae
ee ese = 2 Sea
sated a 5 See ie
7 ew ————— a agence ee
fire of his heart shoots by fits from his eye, Lio a lan-guish-ing lamp that just
calm joys of peace to _ his head shallyield rest: Ah, war - ri - or, wake not,such
roe, Peer = ———

ee —s_—
flash - es ec. a
eeeienuitis ar die.
bléae Rest, warrior, rest, Rest, war -aerior, rest!
BRING ME, BOY, A BOWL OF WINE.

UPTON. HOOK.
Con spirito.
te a = bstier seen Sesnes as a = =
03 a as Oe —_— meaers, ge a ae _—_—
Bring me, boy, a flow - ing bowl, Deep and spa - cious
a <e eeeeel Sn —————

——ase ae
SSS = Cena aaa Poe Se
he =a3 Men shall, ev - no - ble soul, Drink and

a ee piacere. ~
1 7
Ses
aes ar =_ ee aS aa 7S RES! adsee) GAS
STS,
Bi |
a ——— ae Sea ee
ew ee en Ee ee ee ee
fa - thom it with me, Drink and fa - thom it with me.
Vivace
— — ——- Sse ———— —S SS —_ - F
SS SSR TE ca eed (Sa ame a => —— =}

— py see seer bear a ee =o 6 gee Se gg ee
While good hu - mour is a - float, H’er to part would be & =sln';
SS ee Pe a Ss
ee poe ea a
eee =o “ee
Let us oh in plea - sure’s boat, Drink and fill the bowl a- gain!
SS a eo a =
—=s—0—2 —* el eeee a —s oo
Drink and “fill, Drink and fill, Drink and fill the bowl a - gain!
Let the hoary miser toil, Care, thou bane of every joy,
We such sordid views despise ; To some distant region fly;
Give us wine, aud beauty’s smile, Here reigns Bacchus, jolly boy!
There each glowing rapture lies! Hence, old greybeard, hence and die!
While good-fellowship we boast, While we revel in delight,
Fill the goblets to the brim; Ere to part would be a sin;
Lovely woman be our toast, F And since care is put to flight,
Drink and fill the bowl again! Drink and fill the bowl again !
ONE BUMPER AT PARTING.
gle
THOMAS MOORE. Op Inisx.
Allegre tto.
(A a
One bumper at part - ing!tho’ many Have cir-cled the boardsince we met, The
7 = —\
eS a SR
ee >
ee oe ee
=
eS ee eee
full - est, the sad-dest of a® - ny Re - mains to be crown’d by us yet. The
—-——
Ss Se aa
esge
see
SS SSS SSS EE
Sy Say ane aS at
———
SS se ee ee eee ae
sweet-ness that plea-sure hath in it Is al - ways 50 slow to come forth, That
=f
hp RN ee
eS =
|
sel - dom, a - las, till the min-ute It dies, do owe know half its worth. But
7° gan ae See=;
~—— Sass
of such mo-ments made up; They’re
born on bo - som of Plea-sure, They die ’midst the tears of
As onward we journey, how pleasant We saw how the sun look’d in sinking,
To pause and inhabit awhile, The waters beneath him how bright;
Those few sunny spots, like the present, And now, let our farewell of drinking,
That ’mid the dull wilderness smile! Resemble that farewell of light.
But Time, like a pitiless master, You saw how he finish’d, by darting
Cries ‘‘ Onward!’’ and spurs the gay hours— His beam o’er a deep billow’s brim—
Ah, never doth Time travel faster, So, fill up, let’s shine at our parting,
Then when his way lies among flow’rs. In full liquid glory, like him.
But come—may our life’s happy measure And, oh, may our life’s happy measure
Be all of such moments made up ; Of moments like this be made up ;
They’re born on the bosom of Pleasure, ’T was born on the bosom of Pleasure,
They die ’midst the tears of the cup. It dies ’midst the tears of the cup.
THE BONNIE BREAST-KNOTS.

J. SINCLAIR.
; Hey, the _ bon - nie, Ho, the bon - nie, Hey, the bon - nie breast - knots:
<—= —_—— eo—

|
———
o— See
—
ares =
en ee
—
Ae
See 1
=
—
gp Ser
|
Blithe and mer - ry were they a’, When they put on _ their breast - knots.
.
= E ey SS ES , Sea sa
Ee | ( aioe
a = ===
—>
ee == =
There was ame Drie dal in our toun, And to’t the lasses a’ were boun’, Wi’ 5
io wy
EAE) I eeeI tat —|—_,.§ + aS ae ee et
5 ae ——# — = ee o__# —e ee
mon - nie fa - cings on their gouns, And some 0’ them had breast - knots.
* At nine o’clock the lads convene, The bride she was baith young and fair,
Some clad in blue, and some in green, Her neck outshone the pearlins rare ;
Wi shining buckles i’ their sheen, A satin snood bound up her hair,
And flowers upon their waistcoats. And flowers among her breast-knots.
Hey, the bonnie, &c. Hey, the bonnie, &c.
Ont cam’ the wives, a’ wi’ applause, The bridegroom gazed—but mair, I ween,
And wish’d the lassie happy days, He prized the glance o’ love’s blue een,
And muckle thought they on her claes, That made him proud o’ his wee Jean,
Especially the breast-knots. When she got on her breast-knots,
Hey, the bonnie, &c. Hey, the bonnie, &c.

YE TWICE TEN HUNDRED DEITIES.

The Conjurer’s Song in the 3rd Act of “‘ The Indian Queen.”
H. PURCELL.
RECIT eo ‘
Gate LAay eam leas esto

samen”
Eos ass
Ye twice ten hun - dred De’ - i =° ties, to whom, to
- low, And see what men are doom’d to do, Where e = le-ments in
a i
Thou, God of _ sleep, a-
: T1SCr7:.5 ease
tees earn wiatera and tell, Tell great Zem - po - al - la, what
ee x —~ eee a -2-
e 4 is
e d lib
eee
[SS eae
ry ad aad iran RE = ce ee aed Fie a PRES ar We “Saree
strange, strange fate must on her dis - = mal, dis - mal vi - sion wait.
Arr. Moderato. .. = @.
(SE
i eared aene bor Pee
22Sree
eeee ieee a ee ee
———_— 7-2 — 2
* By the croak-ing of the Toad, In her cave that makes 4 5
ee
tga Se
_Pants Raper nit damian Sena ae ences ewesees
ides peda fall eee. LT aerate. ; Tul een
=
ee tee of death
: —
SS ee
eg
S ee ae : ria” et
pride, That a-long the cliffs do
SS By thy vis-age,
—-
by thy vis-age and black,

a — : . - -S- @- :
—~—"—~—_ saa ares
2 = SS eS SSS
—he © «© @
By the Death’s head on thy back ; 7. Baile the antwisti sue man e
pees: feteFrt ef . o
52. aie f 2 « ete ott o-2-2-
. ~ Sa * ae S
2 ee ee = ——S
= ae. aie oo ep . WINE, 20 ed ser = pents
ones
plac’d For e * gir- dle round..,..000.
YE TWICE TEN HUNDRED DEITIES,.—(Continued,
hearts of gold that deck thy breast, thy shoul - ders, and thy neck;
: BoMrGnr cou tiyon. 3. Meeps tafe ee on ae See

= Po TE “
; a Ce ee ith
rise, And Ow om pen; i ands o - pen thy TLD i Wy LU car 2

__ =a
eyes! i While
ao a
bub - bling springs their -—
mu - {fsic .
keep,
While bul - bling springs their Keep, that
es
5 us’d to lull thee, us’d to lull thee, lull thee in thy
on ‘
_ a
"sleep, Sey arte That us’d to lull thee, lull thee,

oat ae a ritard, ae
ome eee
aes a, ats hel Se > i SWS TT aD
: lull thee, us’d to lull thee, loll thee in thy sleep.
THE DESERTER’S MEDITATION.

CURRAN. Op IRISH.
In moderato time. .
— Sack hol ee Sennen pe ae ae a —_~— 1 r es 5
4 — a Sa ieee }——$ ss paeal F BB 8 ee
2 -- sad -ly think - ing, yan spi-rits sink - ing, Could more than drinking my carescom -
way-worn ran - ger, to joy a_ stranger, Thro’ ey’- e: dan - ger mycoursel’ve
~
Sas Seas
pose ; cure for sor = row from sighs I’d
eS
bor - row, And hope to -
run; Now Death be - friend - ing, his last aid lend - ing, My griefs are
——
- mor + row would end my woes. But as in wail - ing there’snought a -
end - ing, my woes are gone. No more a ro - ver or _ hap - less
cres.
—-—_—s—
mT ae
- - ing, And Death tn .- dail - ing will strike his blow ;
° er, Those cares are Ps » ver, my glass runs low; 4 Pet : Por ghnat
(SSS rea - son, and for pea « son, Let us

SES
be mer = ry be - fore we
THIS LIFE IS ALL CHEQUER’D.

THOMAS MOORK.
Oup IRIsH.
Moderato.
me
—— See ee
—— ae 3
1. This life is all che-quer’d with pleasures and woes, That chase
2. When Hy - las was one a - no =~ therlike
sent with his urn to the fount, Thro’ fields full of light, with
waves
7 @ a
of the deep, Each bright - ly, or dark-ly, as
heart on - ward it flows, Re -
full of play, Light ram - bled the boy o - ver mea - dow and mount, And neg -
- flect-ing our eyes as they spar - kle or weep. So close-ly ourwhims on our
- lect - ed his task for the flow’rs on the way. Thus ma-ny, like me, who in
=e — 8
—————
N
——— =ae = SS =
mi - se - ries tread,That the laugh is a-wak’de’er
youthshould have tast- ed The the tear can be dried; And ag
foun - tain that runs by Phi - lo - so-phy’s shrine, Their
[rere ed ss
ES at aes aes Ste ee
o—— a —
es!
: =
!
fast as the rain-drop of Pi - ty is shed, Thegoose-
time with plum-age of Fol - ly can
the flow’rs on the mar-gin have wast-ed, And left their lighturns all as
Ce oe
turn iit a - side. But pledge me the cup—
emp - ty if ex ~. is - tence would cloy, With
as mine. But pledge me the gob - let while I - dle-ness weaves These
hearts e- ver hap-py, and heads’ e- ver wise,

flow’r - ets Be ours the light Sor-row, half
to - ge-ther,should Wis - dom but see One bright drop or two that has
sig - ter to Joy, And the light bril-liant Fol

fall’n - ly that flashes and dies.
on the leayes Fromher’ foun-tain di - vine, ‘tis suf - fi-cient for me.
THE EWE - BUGHTS.

Andante. OLD ScortcuH.
SEs
a
; ae
tas
See ee
——— == a= Se
Soe) a Aeenly EOS
2a oS
Will ye go to the ewe - bughts, Ma- rion, And ware in the sheep = wi’
SS mer
SS
The sun shines sweet, my Ma - rion, But nae half sae sweet as
Sa
——_———__s——_
= SS
= fe Be —-——_——_——___ men, ————
thee! The sun shines sweet, my Ma-rion, But nae half sae sweet as thee.
There’s gowd in your garters, Marion, | I've nine milk ewes, my Marion,
And silk on your white hause-bane ;
I’m young and stout, my Marion,
A cow and a brawny quey; Nane dances like me on the green;
Fo’ fain would I kiss my Marion, Ill gie them a’ to my Marion,
At e’en when I come hame. And gin ye forsake me, Marion,
Just on her bridal day. Tl e’en gae draw up wi’ Jean.
There’s braw lads in Earnslaw, Marion, |And ye’s got a green sey apron, Sae put on your pearlins, Marion,
Wha gape and glow’r with their e’e And waistcoat o’ London brown,|
At kirk, when they see my Marion; And kirtle o’ cramasie ; ;
And wow but ye will be vap’ring And when ey’ning comes, my Marion,
But nane of them lo’es like me, Whene’er ye gang to the town. Then I’ll come west and see thee.
KATE KEARNEY.)
LADY MORGAN. f A. LEE.
$$ a — a
= [= he — =a", aia es
oa ine. <5, ates aa ecoT ee
MaOls did you not hear of Kate Kear - ney? She lives on the
2. Oh, should you eer meet this Kate Kear - ney, Who lives on _ the
banks of Kile a lore wen) Ney’ s From the glance of her eye, Shun
banks of Kil - lar - ney; Be - - ware of her’ smile, For
— | ie eetoo ae ee
ee |e
goer aa ee ee =e
ae
[SSS
eey
leer =
————
i=
dan - ger and fly, For fa - tal’s the glance of Kate Kear - ney. That
- ny 2a wile Lies hid in the eye of Kate Kear - ney. Tho’ she
ee
ma
ee enn —— ee
oe oe
is 50 mo - dest - ly beam - ing, You'd ne’er think of
eye
looks 50 be - witch - ing i There’s mis - chief in
pa SeaSen Se 2 eee
a —*—_ os ——
mis - chief she’s dream - ing; Yet, oh, I can _ tell, how
os (veer Ty: dim - ple; And who dares in - hale her
Cn
— ee a ee en ee —— ——
— ——
aa oe a
es ae
spell That lurks in the eye of Kate Kear - ney.
fae-netal .the ney.
spi- cy gale, Must die — by -the breath of Kate Kear -
sigh’s
CHARLIE IS MY DARLING.
OLD JACOBITE SONG.
Allegro.
a oa ——— a
= ——— —- Seer sees
+ —_
is my dar - ling, My dar - ling, my dar - ling, Oh,
Oh, Char - lie
ae —- a = =
a te ——
Char - lie is my dar - ling, The young Che - va- lier. ’*Twas on a Mon-day
ee e
ee Se ee eee ee
ES
See
Ss ce pees — Se|
Richt ear - ly in the year, When Char - lie cam’ to our town, The
morn-ing,
— Sa > $$
a
————— = a
SSS SS = 4
Che - va - lier. Oh, Char - lie is my dar - ling, my dar - ling, my
young
ee ge
———
:
7 ee PO
——— —
Ob; Char - lie is my dar - ling, The young Che - va- lier.
dar =) ling},
As he cam’ marchin’ up the street, They’ve left their bonnie Hieland hills,
The pipes play’d loud and clear ; Their wives and bairnies dear,
And a’ the folk cam’ rinnin’ out To draw the sword for Scotland’s Lord,
To meet the Chevalier. The young Chevalier.
Oh, Charlie, &c. Oh, Charlie, Kc.
Wi’ Hieland bonnets on their heads, Oh, there were mony beating hearts,
And claymores bright and clear, And mony a hope and fear ;
They cam’ to fight for Scotland’s right And mony were the pray’rs put up
And the young Chevalier, For the young Chevalier,
Oh, Charlie, &c. Oh, Charlie, &c.

THE STORMY PETREL.

BARRY CORNWALL. S. NEUKOMM.
et. A thou - sand miles from land are we, Toss-ing a-bout on the
2.4 home, if such a place can be, For her who lives on _ the
————— a TE o ieee ae
2 ee
= ee ee
Se
roar - ing sea, Toss - ing a - bout on the roar - ing sea; a
ae Se
wild, wild | sea, For her who lives on the wild, wild sea;
ee
bil - ae
to bounding ~ bil - low. cast, Like ‘flee - snow aa,
in
waves her rest, on waves her food, On _ lone = ¥ wave - girt
oF
stor - my blast, While the whale and shark and sword - fish sleep, For - ty
rock her brood, And the Sal = Jor hates her well-known form, For it
<a SERS, Reese Came a SE Ss =

=
geal meres eee e
= ——
Saat
ee
e ers
fa - thoms be - neath, far down the deep, Fa - thoms be
brings him news of a com - ing storm, It brings him
aoe
-
SSS
neath far
SS SS
pate
down
ea
the
fx
deep
a at Sis
SS :
news. of com - ing storm. Yet here, & > mid the
TO THE MAYPOLE HASTE AWAY.

(MORRIS DANCE.)
Time of QUEEN ELIZABETH.
Allegro con spirito.:
1. Come, ye .young men, come a ° long, With your Ml) .=eeRice

2, There each ba - che = -lor may choose One that faith will
Se ae ee === = se
— 7 oe
3
= — =o)
<n ea
eet and song; Bring your lass - es in your hands, For "tis
not a - buse, Nor re - pay with coy dis - dain, Love that
ees that which love com -mands.

ia
SET eS lov7a a - gain, 18
Then to the May- pole haste & - way,
——
SSS “— — -o-
tis - day, Then to the May =- pole
oea a,
eee=a : : Noe ey,
haste way, For *tis now a ho - li - day.
It is the choice time of the year, When you thus have spent your time,
For the violets now appear ; Till the day be past its prime,
Now the rose receives its birth, To your beds repair at night,
And pretty primrose decks the “earth, And dream there of your day’ s delight.
Then to the Maypole, &c. Then to the Maypole, &c.
BLOW HIGH, BLOW LOW.

9; Allegro moderato. A as ‘ an DIBDIN.
gs
TL EE is
1. Blow high, blow low, let tem-pests tear The main-mast by the board; My
heart, withthoughts of thee, my dear, And love well stor’d Shall

con anima,
braye all dan - ger, scorn all fear, The roar - ane windeaine
the ra - pes son Gels 2
a eee
[\ ad lib. -
hopes, on shore, once more Bales...0 moor’d wt thee.

me A ow ied
Sa SS So2 7 [eo eee
— | foe oe a
2, A - loft while mountains high We go, The whist-ling winds that scud a-long, And the A
Ce
surge roar-ing from be-low, Shall my _ sig-nal be, to think on thee, Shall my
SSS ae SSWet hie?eS

C con espress. ees Fi _ad lib. ) AL SEGNO.
Se es Saree SSS = ioXP

- sig - nal _ be, to think on thee, And this shall be my song—
— a a | —F = x —_— SRT! 2 a {_——s

re . =i ames oe ae See Ces ea 2 ee eas fe rise =
3. And on that night,when all the crew, The mem-’ry of their for - mer lives; O’er
mf cres. dim.
Sa)
oz
flow - ing cans of flip re - eS And drink their sweethearts, and their wives,
@)
Tll heave a sigh, Tll heave a sigh, And think on thee; And "as the
ee
SS===
AL SEGNO.
f= = =
on
} Pa
ship rolls thro, the sea, The bur - den of my song shall be—
MY LODGING IS ON THE COLD GROUND.

GAY. 16th Century.
Andantino. ‘
SSS S=
1. My lod - ging is on the
=
cold ground, And hard,
:
ve-ry hard is my
2. PU twine thee a_ gar-land of straw, love, Ill mar - ry thee with a rush
fare, But that which erieves me MOLOsrs. 50s janis: "Che cold - ness ot my
ring ; My fro - zen hopes will thaw,........ love, And mer-ri- ly we will
eae a
2 aa
ees oa en eo x Se
a | = #—e@ 2
dear. Yet Shi) eee Oly <9 OD; turn, love, I prithee, love, turn to
sing. Then turn to me, my own love, I prithee,love, turn to
I~ ad lib.
Sanya- na aexy =
— — -
=o
————
G=
D ———— 5 ee oe ——
me; For thou art the on -ly one, love, That art a - dor’d by me,
ROY’S WIFE OF ALDIVALLOCH.

Mrs. GRANT. OLD ScorcH.
Moderato.
ss ee woe ee
+ : - — So ?———
Roy’s wife of Al - di - val- loch, Roy’s wife of Al - di- val-loch,
SSS
Wat ye how she cheat-ed me, As I cameo’er the braes’ o’ Bal-loch. She
vow’d, she swore she wad be mine, She said she lo’ed me kest of o- ny; But,
Sone fee ——
ee eg Nes = Ane,
ee woo a ——
ee ee —
oh, the fic - kle, faith - less quean, She’s tu’en the Carle, and left her John-nie,
Roy’s wife of Al - di- vyal- loch, Roy’s wife of Al - di- val-loch,

ey Ro
ons
: —s
= 2 : =
Wat ye how she cheat-ed me, As I came o’er the braes' o’ Bal-loch.
I wat she was a canty quean, Her hair sae fair, her een sae clear,
And weel could dance the Highland wallock; Her wee bit mou’ sae sweet and bonnie;
How happy I, had she been mine, To me she ever will be dear,
Or I’d been Roy of Aldivalloch. Though she’s for ever left her Johnnie.
Roy’s wife, &c. Roy’s wife, &c.
THE SbpOUE BEELS OF "SCOTLAND:

ANONYMOUS. OLD ScotcH.
==
Andante moderato.
SS SS
1. Oh, where, tell me where is your High-land lad - die gone? Oh,
2. Oh, where, tell me where did your High-land lad = die dwell? Oh,
where, tell me where is your High-land lad - die gone? He’s gone withstreaming
where, tell me where did your High-land lad - die dwell? He dwelt in bonnie
oe
——
ban - ners where no - ble deeds are done, And it’s oh, in my heart if
Scot - land, where bloomsthe sweet blue bell, And it’s oh, in my heart I
— ha Aare a
——Ss
—z —- ——- ——
=
=
eet SS
wish him safe at home, He’s gone withstreaming ban - ners where noble deeds are
lo’e my lad-die well, He dwelt in bon-nie Scot-land, where bloomsthe sweet blue
: a
= a See aS |
done, And it’s oh, in my heart I wish him safe at home,
bell, And it’s oh, in my heart I lo’e my lads die well,
Oh, what, tell me what does your Highland laddie wear ?
Oh, what, tell me what does your Highland laddie wear ?
A bonnet with a lofty plume, and on his breast a plaid, :
And it’s oh, in my heart I lo’e my Highland lad,
A bonnet with a lofty plume, &c.
Oh, what, tell me what if your Highland lad be slain ?

Oh. what, tell me what if your Highland lad be slain ?
Oh, no, true love will be his guard and bring him safe again,
For it’s oh, my heart would break if my Highland lad were slain.
Oh, no, true love will be his guard, &e.
MY LOVE IS LIKE A RED, RED ROSE.

Shao OxupD ScotcH.
love is like a red, red rose, That’s new - ly sprungin June; My

Ve Ole 0y7 sun; And
2 eee Cl) a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,And the rocks melt wi’ the
oe aaa em, eo —__\—___— =

a ee ee Seem
ee ie ae pas aeSS = Sep Oreay
Fae
== Sass = ——
——— oe Se Oe ee ee
-o- “a g 2
is like a me - lo-dy That's sweet - ly play’d in tune. As

love
will love thee still, my dear, While the sands o ©6clife «6shall run. But
I
art thou, my _ bonnie lass, So deep in love am ie And

fair
weel, my on - ly love, And fare weel
seg: a _ while; And
fare thee
love thee still, my dear, Till a’ the seas gang dry. Tal
will ,
i will come a = gain, my love, Tho’ bere ten thousand mile.
:
SS.
=eRS ae ee
———— = ee
the seas gang dry, se dear, Till a the seas gang dry; And
: E Cd
will love thee still, my dear, Till 2” the seas gang dry.
I
OH, THE DAYS ARE GONE WHEN BEAUTY BRIGHT.

Oup IrIsH.
THOMAS MOORE.
Allegretto. 5
the days are gone when beau - ty bright My heart’s chain

Oh,
my dream of life, from morn till night, Was love, still

wove; When
™,
SS ee
T a a aa di
may bloom, And days maycome, Of mild - er, calm - er

love! New hope
sweet in life As love’s young
a
no - thing half so
ss
But there’s
————
beam, riten.
oN =e ——
7S eee
no-thing half so sweet in life As love’s young dream!

dream! Oh, there’s
Tho’ the bard to purer fame may soar, ‘No—that hallow’d form is ne’er forgot,
When wild youth’s past; Which first love trac’d!
Tho’ he win the wise, who frown’ d before, Still it ling’ring haunts the greenest spot
To smile at last ; On mem’ry’s waste.
He’ll never meet ’T was odour fled
A joy so sweet, As soon as shed ;
In all his noon of fame, *Twas morning’s winged dream ;
As when first he sung to woman’s ear ’Twas a light that ne’er can shine again
His soul-felt flame, On life’s dull stream !!
And, at ev’ry close, she blush’d to hear, Oh, ’twas light that ne’er can shine again
The one lov’d name! On life’s dull stream!

OH, DOUBT ME NOT.

THOMAS MOORE. Oxp Iris#.
Allegretto.
3 —— Sse <— —_
—_—_ +
ee ee ee ee ee
ear =a
1. Oh, doubt me not—_ the sea - son Is o’er, when Fol - ly

2. And tho’ my lute no lon -_ ger May sing of pas - sion’s
made me rove, And now the ves

Se ee
-
SS ee
tal,
ae
Rea
—
- son, Shall watch the

imecaaaeny
ar - dent spell, Yet trust me _ all the strong - er I feel the

= ee ee
fire a - wak’d by Love. Al - tho’ this heart was ear - ly blown, And
bliss I do not tell. The bee thro’ ma-ny a gar -- den roves, And
sae d\n
= 3S =
SS =
a Se ee
fair - est hands dis - turb’d the tree, They on - ly shook some blos - soms
hums his lay of court - ship o’er, But, when he finds’ the flow’r he
riten.
rae Far eaeeee
al
aon! a ——
down, Its fruit has all been kept for thee. Then doubt me not— the
loves, He set - tiles there and hums no more. Then doubt me not— the
SS sea = son 14 o’er,

ee
cae ayBee
when Fol
ae
- ly made me
pub
acca
rove,
pS eral eee lan
And now the

sea son oer, when Fol - ly kept me free, And now the
ee SSS SST Penge ee
Se ee ee —
=
——-——|
ves - tal, Rea - son, Shall watch the flame a - wak’d by Love,
ves - tal, Rea - son, Shall guard the flame ® - wak’d by _ thee.
DUNCAN GRAY.
BURNS. Op Scotcx.
Allegro.
ee ee
eee ee
1. Dun-can Gray cam’ here to woo, Ha, ha, the woo - in’ ot: On
2. Dun - can fleech’d, an’ Dun - can _ pray’d, Ha, ha, the woo - in’ o't; =
fySte Pee eee,
¢— SS SS SS sad bone=Se
blythe Yule night, when we were fu’, Ha, ha, the woo - in’ o’t.
Meg was deaf as Ail - sa Craig, Ha, ha, the woo - in’ o’t.
Mag - gie coost her ~~ head fw’ heigh, Lock’d a-sklent, and un - co ae k,
Dun - can sigh’d baith Uta ~-—-1n; Grat his een baith blear’d an’ pins
a .-¢—__.
Gart
—______—_
poor Dun - can

——
stand a = beigh, Ha,

ee ha, the
Ea
woo
a5
- in’ o’t.
wedi «
Spak’ o’ loup - ing o’er a linn, Ha, ha, the woo - in’ ot.
Time and chance are but a tide, How it comes let doctors tell, Duncan was a lad 0’ grace,
Ha, ha, the wooin’ ot; Ha, ha, the wooin’ o’t; Ha, ha, the wooin’ 0’t;
Slighted love is sair to bide, Meg grew sick as he grew hale, Maggie’s was a piteous case,
Ha, ha, the wooin’ o’t. Ha, ha, the wooin’ o’t. Ha, ha the wooin’ o’t.
** Shall I, like a fool,” quo’ he, Something in her bosom wrings, Duncan couldna be her death,
“Fora haughty hizzie dec? For relief a sigh she brings; Swelling pity smoor’d his wrath,
She may gae to—France—for me! | And, oh, her een, they spak’ sic things,| Now they’re crouse and canty baith,
Ha, ha, the wooin’ o’t.”’ Ha ha, the wooin’ o’t. Ha, ha, the wooin’ o’t.

YOU GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND.

i Dr. CALLCOTT,
Moderato.
a ee a
You gen - tle - men of Eng - land That live at
home at
Se a ee =
— Seer tea Sms aoa Sse oe
— ES
=e ==
ease, Ah, lit - tle do you think up - on The dan - gers of the
Seas ; Give ear un - to the sai = lors, And they will plain - ly
When the stormy winds do blow,ecee When the stor-my winds do

: PN ~“~
PlOWseces0ees
soos Whenthe stor -my winds do blow,...... Whenthe stor - my winds do blow.
If enemies oppose us, Then courage, all brave sailors,

When England is at wars And never be dismay’d,
With any foreign nations, Whilst we have bold adventurers,
We fear not wounds nor scars; We ne’er shall want a trade;
Our roaring guns shall teach ’em, Our merchants will employ us
Our valour for to know, To fetch them wealth, we know,
Whilst they reel on the keel, Then be bold, work for gold,
When the stormy winds do blow. When the stormy winds do blow.
MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS.

Sir W. SCOTT. ANONYMOUS.
My heart’s in the High- lands, my heart is not here, My heart’s in the

All hail to the High- lands, all hail to the North, The birth - place of
High- lands a@ - chas

=
- ing the deer; A - chas - ing the wild deer and
va - lour, the coun - try of worth! Wher - e + ver I wan - der, wher -
mee ES} ae oe __
= TSS —— FF aaa is
fol-low-ing the roe, My heart’s in the High-lands wher -= e- ver I
- © - Vorname rove,. = Lhe hills of the High-lands for Cee Ks) hanes &
Sa
Se
£0, My heart’s in the High-lands wher + e@ - ver I go.

love, The hills of the High-lands for Q* <=! yi;ver Tas love:
Farewell to the mountains, high cover’d with snow, Adien, for a while! TI can never forget thee,
Farewell to the straths and green valleys below; The land of my fathers, the soil of the free!
Adieu to the forests and high-hanging woods, I sigh for the hour that shall bid me retrace
Adieu to the torrents and loud-pouring floods ! The path of my childhood, my own native place!
My heart’s in the Highlands, &. My heart’s in the Highlands, &c,
LORD GREGORY.
Oxup ScoTcH.
Largo. Je cres eeee Mi
—— — atte
ea a Se
is the mid - night hour, And loud the

Oh, mirk mirk
ba, An’. a’ for lov - ing thee; At least some

f, - tnera =
=== Gree
=e
aie
shaw,
Saar
If
: :
love
ee
a
it
a
may - na
ese
be.
=
Ss DLs Ly on me
Lord Gregory, mind’st thou not the grove, Hard is thy heart, Lord Gregory,
By bonnie Irving-side, And flinty is thy breast;
Where first I own’d that virgin-love Thou dart of heay’n that flashest by,
I lang, lang had denied. Oh, wilt thou give me rest!
How often didst thou pledge and vow Ye mustering thunders from above,
Thou wouldst for aye be mine? Your willing victim see!
And my fond heart, itsel’ sae true, But spare, and pardon my false love,
It ne’er mistrusted thine. His wrongs to heay’n and me.
SAVOURNEEN DEELISH.
THE YOUNGER. Op IrIsH.
GEORGE COLMAN,
ee a vie:
Larghetto.
Dee = lish, Ei - leen oge! As I kiss’d off her tears I was

- your - neen~
nigh bro - ken - heart-ed, Sa -. vour - neen dee - lish, Ei - leen oge!
ee eee == se ——
= = SS : pte — —_ 4
was her cheek, which hung on my shoul - der, Damp was_ her
Wan
SS
nga So Pees ceeey Fa
PEER AIR RL
=
oe—— == SS SSS rer
SS |bans ——
a i 4 or:
2—— See
hand, no mar - ble was cold - er; I felt that a - gain I should
ne - ver be - hold her, Sa - vour - neen dee - lish, Hi - leen oge!
When the word of command put our men into motion, | Long I fought for my country, far, far from my true
Savourneen Deelish, Eileen oge ! Savourneen Deelish, Hileen oge! [Llove,
I buckled on my knapsack to cross the wide ocean, All my pay, and my booty I hoarded for you, love,
Savourneen Deelish, Hileen oge ! Savourneen Deelish, Hileen oge!
Brisk were the troops, all roaring like thunder, Peace was proclaim’d, escap’d from the slaughter,
Pleas’d with the voyage, impatient for plunder, Landed at home, my sweet girl, I sought her;
My bosom with grief was almost torn asunder, But sorrow, alas! to the cold grave had brought her,
Savourneen Deelish, Hileen oge! Savourneen Deelish, Hileen oge!

Teen
65
Se
THE IRISH’ EXILE.

THOMAS MOORE.
Andante con espressione. Oxp IrIsu.
k. Oh, where
ee
has the ex - ile his home ? Oh,
2. Oh, when will where has the exile his
the ex-ile re - turn? Oh, when will the exile re-
i
home? Where the moun-tain is steep,
- turn? Where the val - ley is deep, Wherethe
When our hearts heaye no sigh, When our tears shall be dry, When
waves of the OMFp shies O i

foam ; Where no cheering smile,
E - rin no long -er _ ghall mourn; His
When his name we dis - own, When his
ee ——————_—— —_————_—@
——
——
|
xa
—___-.
: woes may be - guile, Oh there has the ex - ile his home.

mem’ - ry is gone, Oh, then will the ex - ile re - - turn.
THERE’S NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE.

ATTRIBUTED TO JULIUS MICKLE.
== = SS Se
Allegro. OLD Scorcx.
aes Fee E y ea
1. And are ye sure the news is true? And
2. Rise are ye sure he’s weel? Is
up and mak’ a clean fire-side, Put on the muckle pot; Gie
— = == oe
== it se =}
=a = : Pe ee es
~~ this a time to talk o’ wark? Ye
ht - tle Kate
jades, fling by your wheel ! Is
her cot - ton gown, And - Jock his Sun- day coat ; And
this a time to * think 0’ 6wark, When

mak’ Co - lin’s - at the door ? Gie
theirshoon as black as slaes, Their hose as white as sLaW ; It’s
_——
ox
= a
me
ees
my cloak,
——% Saas ey
I’ll to the quay, And see him come a
a’ to please my ain
~- ghore ,
gude-man, For he’s “been lang a - wa’. } For there’s
eS SS= a eae ——_ ———
nae luck & - bout the house, There’s nae lack at a’, ' There’s
fe
= “2 io or a —~— : Secs
lit - tle plea - sure in the house, When our gude-man’s a - = wa’.
There are twa hens upon the bauk
The cauld blasts o’ the winter wind,
Hae fed this month and mair,
Mak’ haste and thraw their necks about, That thirled through my heart,
That Colin weel may fare. They’re a’ blawn by, I hae him safe,
And spread the table neat and clean, *Tili death we’ll never part.
Gar ilka thing look braw; But what puts parting in my head ?
For wha can tell how Colin fared, It may be far awa’ ;
When he was far awa’. The present moment is our ain,
For there’s nae luck, &c. The neist we never saw!
For there’s nae luck, &c.
Come, gie me down my bigonet,
My bishop-satin gown ; Since Colin’s weel, I’m wee content,
And rin and tell the Bailie’s wife I hae nae mair to crave;
Could I but live to mak’ him blest,
That Colin’s come to town.
My Turkey-slippers maun gae on, I’m blest aboon the lave.
My hosen o’ pearl blue; And will I see his face again ?
It’s a’ to please my ain gudeman, And will I hear him speak P
For he’s baith leal and true. I’m downright dizzy wi’ the thought,
In troth I’m like to greet.
For there’s nae luck, &c.
¥or there’s nae luck, &c.
B
PD MOURN THE HOPES THAT LEAVE ME.

THOMAS MOORE. Oup Ir1sxH.
Andante con moto. rn La
-@-
1. I’d mourn the hopesthat leave me, If thy smiles had left me too; I'd
Deis not in fate to harm me,While fate leaves thy love to me; ’Tis
weep whenfriends de- ceive me, If thou wert, like them, un - true. But
not in joy to charm me, Un - less joy be shared with thee. One
CN
by =~ SS SS
while I’ve thee’ be - fore me, With heart so warm and eyes 50 bright, No
mi - nute’sdream a - bout thee Were worth a_ long, and end- less year, Of
ee es — a _ ——— >
Sloe:
=p — Sas ——S oe — iat
clouds can lin - ger over me, That smile turns them all to light.
wak - ing bliss with - out thee, My own love, my on - ly dear!
And tho’ the hope be gone, love, Thus, when the lamp that lighted =ul
That long sparkled o’er our way, The traveller, at first goes out, r
Oh, we shall journey on, love, He feels awhile benighted,

More safely, without its ray. And looks round in fear and doubt;
Far better lights shall win me But soon, the prospect clearing,
Along the path I’ve yet to roam !— By cloudless starlight on he treads,
The mind that burns within me, And thinks no lamp so cheering
And pure smiles from thee at home. As that light which Heaven sheds.
BONNIE DUNDEE.
Sir WALTER SCOTT. Oxp ScotcxH.
Allegretto.
=
ay eS;
2. 9 EES ee
1. To the Lords of COon-ven- tion ’twas Cla - ver-honusespoke: Erethe King’scrown go

2. Dun - dee he is mount-ed, he rides up the street, The bells they ring
Css
if) eA
=a Eee =
Pai 5 cam so sre See Se eee ea
a
-@- o
down there are crowns to be broke, Then each ca - va - lier who loves
back - ward, the drums they are _ beat, But the pro - vost (douce man) said, “‘Just
iF) P C
honour and me, Let him fol-low the bon-nets of Bon-nie Dun-dee. }Come
‘an et’ 16-. be, For the toun is weel rid o’ that de’il o’ Dun-dee.”
eee — —— ae See
egee
5 a SDSEE,
Freaeis —~e
RSA cer murra:Ett iraes soi
a propanol eet seer at
ST
SS a eg agne
&Sfanases ee SS = EEA TS OE A
ii up my cup, come fill up my can, Come sad - dle my _ hor- ses, and
eee Ne prose pee =e Mee

ee
3 oot <a ee ee aes
o> oe (remem a
[Shout omy. smen's Un - hook the west port, and let us gae
18, For it’s up wi’ the bonnets of Bon - nie Dun - dee.
There are hills beyond Pentland, and lands beyond Forth, | Then awa’ to the hills, to the lea, to the rocks,
Be there lords in the south, there are chiefs in the north; Ere I own a usurper I'll crouch with the fox;
There arc rave Duinnewassels three thousand times three, | And tremble, false Whigs, in the midst o’ your glee,
Will crs, ‘‘ Hey for the bonnets o’ Bonnie Dundee.’ Ye hae no seen the last o’ my bonnets and me.
Come fill up my cup, &c. Come fill up my cup, &c.

: TIS SWEET TO THINK.
fess
THOMAS MOORE.
Moderato.
1. Oh, ’tis sweet to think that, wher - e’er we rove, We are

2. were a
sure to find some- thing
shame, when flow - ers a - round us rise, To make light of the rest, if the
== SS SSS =
bliss - ful and dear, Andthat when we're far from the 2
rose lips we love, We've
is not there ; And the world’s so rich in re - splen - dent eyes, "Twere a
sre a ——
but to make love to the lips we are near! The nae
pi - like a ten - dril, ac -
ty to lim - it one’s love to a pair. Love’s wing and the pea - cock’sare
eeSS SS
shay
- ia tena to cling, Let it grow where it will, can-not
near - ly four-ish a@- lone, But will
a- like,” They are both of them bright, but they’re change-a - a too, And wher-
SSS
ra
==
lean to the near - est and love - li- est thing It can twine with it - self, and make
- e - ver a new beam of beau - ty can strike, It will tine - ture Love’ s plume with a
tempo.
oe Ae oa Greig Then, oh, what plea - sure wher - e’er
sure to find some- thing still that is dear, And to know, when far from the
lips we love, We have but to make love to the lips we aro near,
A HIGHLAND LAD MY LOVE WAS BORN.

BURNS.
OLD Scorce.
x High-land lad my love was born, The Law-land laws le

z sa ———o 2 oS ———
held scorn; But he still was faith - iw to his clan, My
| fase gal - lant braw

S28
John High taae man. Sing hey,, my braw John High-land -
SS
- man,
.
Sing ho, my
3
braw
SS John Pee land - man;
SS ~—
He no 2a lad in
Se eS ————
ae ayaS were =|
a’ the lan’ Was match wi’ Sn

my apenas
J iHieh -he
eres- man.
With his philabeg and tartan plaid, They banish’d him beyond the sea;
And gude claymore doun by his side; But ere the bud was on the tree,
The ladies’ hearts he did trepan— Adoun my cheeks the pearls they ran,
My gallant braw John Highlandman. Embracing my John Highlandman,
Sing hey, &c, \ Sing hey, &e.
THE WAEFU’ HEART.

ANONYMOUS.
SUSANNA BLAMIRE.
Larghetto.
in the dark - some grave it’s laid,

speak in vain ; But
———_ sr
ee ee
——
5 eee » —_e ea ——— 2 2
b. = ao eee
aa a ——_ ee BF
- gain. My wae -_ fn’ heart lies
Ne - ver to rise &
= a ee
aa =e a i
ee —
——————— |
= 6 ee Bera eg ao
— rip
was One ss eaty: mine; ~ And,
low wi’ his Whose heart
SeSS SS
fN
—= = SS eee —=_—_ 9 ess
to lose, But I maun ne'er ree pine.

oh, what a heart was that
Yet, oh, gin Heaven in mercy soon, “‘T come, I come, my Jamie dear,
Would grant the boon I crave, And, oh, wi’ what gude-will,
And tak’ this life, now naething worth, I follow whaursoe’er ye lead,
Ye canna lead to ill.”’
Sin’ Jamie’s in his grave.
And see, his gentle spirit comes, She said, and soon a deadly pale
To show me on my way! Her faded cheek possess’d ;
Surpris’d, nae doubt, I still am here, Her waefnu’ heart forgot to beat,
Sair wond’ring at my stay. Her sorrow sank to rest.
LOGIE O’ BUCHAN.
Oup Scorcu.
G. HALKET. ar
Moderato, dolce.
Se
et
=
es So Sy
=
a =
>=
SO ee
Buch- an, It’s Lo - gie the laird, He has

It’s Lo - gie oO
Wha play’d on the
sma’, He has_ ta’en a - wa’ Ja - mie, the

pipe and the vi - ol sae
piu mosso.
Ose == ame
— —————
ee
nae lang, las - sie, though I “gang cane

flow’r o° them a". He said, “Think
= — ——— = Se
SS = <==]
=
come back and see ye, in spite o them Ciieu
Sew For Vl
Though Sandy has ousen, has gear, and has kye, I sit on my creepie and spin at my wheel,
‘And think on the laddie that lo’es me sae weel ;
A house and a hadden, and siller forbye ; it in twa,
Yet I’d tak’ my ain lad wi’ his staff in his hand, He had but ae saxpence, he brak’
And gied me the half o’t when he gaed awa.
. » Before I’d hae Sandy wi’ houses and land. Saying, ‘‘ Think nae lang, lassie,” &c.
Saying, “ Think nae lang, lassie,”’ &e.
My daddie looks sulky, my minnie looks sonr, Then haste ye back, Jamie, and bide na awa’,
They flyte upon Jamie because he is poor; Then haste ye back, Jamie, and bide na awa’,
The simmer is comin’, cauld winter’s awa’,
Though I lo’e them as weel as a daughter should do,
They’re no half sae dear to me, Jamie,as you. And ye’ll come and see me in spite o’ them a’.
Saying, “‘ Think nae lang, lassie,’’ de. Saying, “ Think nae lang, lassie,” &.
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION,}

NAY, TELL ME NOT.

THOMAS MOORE. Oup IRIsH.
Con spirito. ,
ee ays tell me _ not, dear, that the gob - letdrowns One charm of feeling, one
2. They tell us that Love in his fal - ry bowr Had two blush-ro - ses, of
SS eee
fond re - gret; Be - lieve me, a few of thy an - gry frowns Are
birth di - vine; He sprink-led the one with a rain - bow’s show’, But
sp eee Sa eeae) Leaks eet ee a

ee
all I’ve sunk in its bright wave yet. Ne’er hath a beam Been
bath’d the o - ther with mant - ling wine. Soon did the buds That
lost in the stream, That e - ver was shed from thy form or soul; |The
drank of the floods, Dis - till’d by the rainbow, de - cline and fade; While
a ea ere Caen See ee

at a AS Ss FESO
spell of those eyes, The balm of thy sighs, Still float on the sur- face, and
those which the tide Of Til sev yeHadedy-d. ll blush’d in - to beau-ty, like
————
ae Sea fe borat Then fan -cy not, dear - est, that wine can steal One
bliss - fnl dream of the heart from me; Like founts that a- wak-en_ the
ee |
RS eT NT (pers area ies TT
CREE
pil - grim’s zeal, The bowl but bright - ens my love for thee.
THE TIME PVE LOST IN WOOING.

_Allegretto. ie .
= aes Zs : eS ae
1, The time I’ve lost in woo - ing, In watch-ing and pur - su - ing The
ad lib.
oe : fees —— eee
©:eer a : See ee
=e
light that lies In wo - man’s eyes, Has been my heart’s un - do - ing. Tho’
SS
=
S Wis - dom oft has
ES
sought
SS me, I scorn’d
SS
=e
ay ae she brought me,
==
My
lib.
eee ae nee
on - ly books Were wo-man’s looks, And fol - ly’s all they’ve taught me!
Her smile when Beauty granted, And are those follies going ?.
I hung with gaze enchanted, And is my proud heart growing
Like him, the Sprite, Too cold or wise
Whom maids by night For brilliant eyes
Oft meet in glen that’s haunted. Again to set it glowing ?
Like him, too, Beauty won me, No—vain, alas! th’endeavour
But while her eyes were on me, From bonds so sweet to sever;
If once their ray Poor Wisdom’s chance
Was turn’d away, Against a glance
Oh, winds could not outrun me! Is now as weak as ever.

—ae
WHEN THRO’? LIFE UNBLEST WE ROVE.

THOMAS MOORE. Oxp IRISH.
Andantins.
When thro’ life pe blest we rove, Los - ing all that
rf e PT aE = ees eee ea oe (ia ate

ET a
<—— RAPaR Eee ara pipe en rece eee ae
—— —<——™
made life dear, Should some notes we used to love, In days of

2a ee cae
ae eee Seer:
Se
— sao oe —_—_€£—_
boy - hood, meet our ~ear, Oh, how wel - come _ breathes the strain!
pd eens
eee
eS aes Sap Se Sra icepe ee ee
—
al GRA ES Bie ee eT eS ee
Wak - ’ning thoughts that long have slept ; Kind - ling for - mer
RSS RSET ma OEa PRE ear Een! Sy

eas
ae — SS SSeS —s—
———— es
os
smiles a = pain, In fad => ed eyes that long have wept.
Like the gale that sighs along Music, oh, how faint, how weak,
Beds of oriental flow’rs, Language fades before thy spell!
Is the grateful breath of song, Why should feeling ever speak,
That once was heard in happier hours. When thou canst breathe her soul so well?
Fill’d with balm, the gale sighs on, Friendship’s balmy words may feign,
Though the flow’rs have sunk in death ; Love’s are e’en more false than they ;
So, when pleasure’s dream is gone, Oh, ’tis only Music’s strain
It’s men’ry lives in Music’s breath. Can sweetly soothe, and not betray.
; THE BOATIE ROWS.

EWEN. OLD ScotcH.
Moderato.
Pao pr Seer ee = = act as — a ciaSree Ee ESN SS
2: ae ee ee ee wy
Ate aes any Oh : weel may the boa - tie row, And
2 ie ig
bet-ter may she speed; Oh
Se ee ee ee
weel may the boa - tie row, That * wins the bairns’ bread. The
boa - tie rows, the boa - tie rows, The boa "- tie rows “fu 9 -weels And
72
Zz 4
a —
a ir RAS | : = eaten sere
muc - kle luck at - tend the boat, The mer - lan and the creel,
I enist my lines in Largo Bay, When Jamie vow’d he wad be mine, | When Sandie, Jock, and Janetie,
And fishes I caught nine; - And won my youthful heart; Are up, and gotten lear,
They’re three to roast, and three to | Oh, muckle lighter grew my creel! They’ll help to gar the boatie row,
And three to bait the line. [boil, He swore we'd never part. And lighten a’ our care.
The boatie rows, the boatie rows, The boatie rows, the boatie rows, The boatie rows, the boatie rows,
The boatie rows indeed ; The boatie rows fu’ weel; The boatie rows fu’ weel;
And happy be the lot of a’ And muckle lighter is the lade And lightsome be the heart that
That wish the boatie speed. When love bears up the creel. The merlan and the creel. [bears,
Oh, weel may the boatierow » My kurtch I put up on my head, And when wi’ age we’re worn down,
That fills a heavy creel, And dress’d mysel’ fu’. braw, And hirpling round the door,
And cleads us a” frae head to feet, I trow my heart was dowf and wae They’ll help to keep us dry and
And buys our parritch meal. When Jamie gaed awa’. As we did them before. [warm
The boatie rows, the boatie rows, Brut weel may the boatie row, Then weel may the boatie sow
The boatie rows indeed; And lucky be her part ; That wins the bairns’ bread,
And happy be the lot of a’ And lightsome be the lassie’s care And happy be the lot of a’
That wish the boatie speed. That has an honest heart. That wish the boatie speed.

OH, WHISTLE AND VPLL COME TO YOU, MY LAD.

BURNS. OupD ScotcH.
FS LOA OE
ON ee eS ae
—— a
oe= —=
one = — See SF —
= . — —_——
Oh, whis - tle and Ill come to you, my lad, Oh, whistle and
= —s = a ee =
oF =| 2 SS = : fe re OP
eee wee Pe
Pi come to. you, my lad! Tho’ fa - ther and wmo-ther, and
a ee ee oe ee wel i <a
——
— ney ie Jes
rarer i =
pea —s i 2
ee OS =
a’ shouldgae mad, Oh, whistle and Ill come to you, my lad. But
ee Sy eeSe em
a eee ee ae
——— == |= Ey Scan eed & = Oe ee
ie ar Raa) Vi a ow I
wa - ri - ly _ tent when ye come to court me, And come na un -
a Sees gpSete: (oN ee ee asa a
=< ae a —— Sree at
aera |
= “ars ——— et aaa ee z
be a - jee; Syne up the back style and let
= —- oSSS RS]
—2—— — —— — =e —
nae - bo - dy see, And come as ye were na com - in’ to me. Oh,
|e ye
_— SSS SS SS SS
os ey OR Se ie CE PN \_——.
—— ee PAE REDS sescutaae as as OER eneer Sareuenscr beiaiss scorned Rw mewn fe

whis - tle .and. Ill come to you, my lad, Oh, whis - tle and
oa HM a Bs cao peat SOAR Ce ee eee
= SS SS ES SS
ee ne acs ea Ts 4 eae ea
Tl come to YOusman IL: lad, Tho’ oe fa - ther and mo - ther and
peter or eee -2 —— rs : —
‘ sve SSDew
een Seat ee
snot Tea armani mee a
> a’ shouldgae mad, Oh, whistle and Ill come tower you, iiys, lad;
Oh, whistle and I’ll come to you, my lad, Oh, whistle and I’ll come to you, my lad,
Oh, whistle and I’ll come to you, my lad; Oh, whistle and I’l] come to you, my lad;
Tho’ father and mother, and a’ should gae mad, Tho’ father and mother, and a’ should gae mad,
Oh, whistle and I’ll come to you, my lad. Oh, whistle and I’ll come to you, my lad.
At kirk or at market, whene’er ye meet me, Aye vow and protest that ye care na for me,
Gang by me as tho’ that ye cared na a flie, And whyles ye may lichtly my beauty a wee;
But steal me a blink o’ your bonnie black e’e, But court na anither, though jokin’ ye be,
Yet look as ye were na lookin’ at me, For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me,
Yet look as ye were na lookin’ at me. For fear that she wyle your fancy frae me.
Ob, whistle, &c. Ob, whistle, &c.
GALA WATER.
BURNS. 3 2% Bae sii Oup Scotcx.
Larghetto. ee
aes
aenear
[ren ova
: Ser
———
6 2
$s
row braes, Ye wan - der’ thro’ the
== SSeS
Yar - row braes nor Ht - trick
See es = O
SS ee Saat
ggae ee af
re =e ee pa oe ee
shaws Can match the lads 0’ Ga - la Wa =. ter,
But there is ane, a secret ane, Although his daddie was nae laird,
Aboon them a’ [ lo’e him better, And though I haena meikle tocher,
And I’ll be his, and he’ll be mine, Yet rich in kindest, truest love,
The bonnie lad o’ Gala Water. We'll tent our flocks by Gala +) ater.

“Ibo BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
WAE’S ME FOR PRINCE CHARLIE.

WILLIAM GLEN. OLD Scorc#.
A wee bird cam’ to our — ha’ door, He war - bled sweet and
A ace aetna oS ES eee emi
Bl
— —— ————
a eg egos (SS se, Sees Se
2) ae e a
clear - ly, An’ aye the oer = come Q’ his sang Was
bon - nie, bon - nie bird, The tears. cam’ drap - pin’ rare - ly, I took my
S aa ae eaetaaa
pee = === == =|
bon - net aff my head, For weel I lo’ed Prince Char - lie!
Quoth T, *‘ My bird, my bonnie bird, ** Dark night cam’ on, the tempest roar’d,
Is that a sang ye borrow ; Loud o’er the hills an’ valleys,
Are these some words ye’ve learnt by heart, An’ where was’t that your Prince lay down,
Or a lilt 0’ dool an’ sorrow ?”’ Wha’s hame should been a palace ? 4
**Oh, no, no, no,” the wee bird sang, He row’d him in a Highland plaid,
“‘T’ve flown sin’ mornin’ early ; Which cover’d him but sparely,
But sic a day o’ wind an’ rain— An’ slept beneath a bush 0’ broom—
Oh, wae’s me for Prince Charlie! Oh, wae’s me for Prince Charlie !’’
£*On hills that are by right his ain, But now the bird saw some red coats,
He roves a lanely stranger, An’ he shook his wings wi’ anger,
On every side he’s press’d by want, **Oh, this is no a land for me ;
On every side is danger. Ill tarry here nae langer!” ©
Yestreen I met him in a glen, He hover’d on the wing a while
My heart maist burstit fairly, Ere he departed fairly,
For sadly changed indeed was he— But weel I mind the fareweel strain
Oh, wae’s me for Prince Charlie! Was, ‘‘ Wae’s me for Prince Charlie!”
THE BIRKS OF ABERFELDY.

BURNS. Oxp ScorTcx.
4 8: Moderato. —
——< = SSS Seee
LT | CL ee = eee Se aes lL ae © hse ae eee es) al
Sen Bon - nie ~ las -

a
sie, will ye go,
TS
Will ye g0, will ye gO,
4 Sees ore cored i ee
= nae Bes —2 re ee
Bon - nie las - sie, will ye go, To the birks of A - ber - fel - dy? Now 4
SEs pltiot mre > eae eke a =_~-— * oS =e

sim - merblinks on flow-’ry braes, And oer the crys-tal stream - let plays, Come
: CN "KY:
= Se ee ee Se eS
a
a oS ere
at ie
Ska= eee, Sr. et).
we aeaae — eer
let us spend the light - some days In the birks of A - ber) =sicleommcdy.
* While o’er their heads the hazels hing; The hoary cliffs are crown’d wi’ flowers,
The little birdies blythely sing, White o’er the linns the burnie pours,
Or lightly flit on wanton wing, And, rising, weets wi’ misty showers
In the birks of Aberfeldy. The birks of Aberfeldy. |
Bonnie lassie, &c. Bonnie lassie, &. .
The braes ascend like lofty wa’s, Let fortune’s gifts at random flee,
The foaming stream deep roaring fa’s, They ne’er shall draw a wish frae me, '
O’erhung wi’ fragrant spreading shaws, Supremely blest wi’ love and thee |
The birks of Aberfeldy. In the birks of Aberfeldy.
Bonnie lassie, &c. Bonnie lassie, &c. |

DEAR HARP OF MY COUNTRY.

THOMAS MOORE. . Oup IrisqH.
= a ee ee
Andante. ; hy
— eS as SS sae
ace pe ea,
Rene a oe Se SS ER
Se ea See
a
1. Dear harp of my coun-try, in dark-ness I found thee, The cold chain of
2. Dear harp of my coun-try, fare - well to thy numbers, This sweetwreath of
Sea Eee
es —_e————
aay fae
si - lence had hung o’er thee long, When proud - ly my own MIs - land
SS Se
song ise Chom: last we shall twine; Go, sleep, with the sun-shine of
Harp, I un-boundthee, And gave all thychords to light, free - dom,and song! The
Fame on thy slum-bers, Till touch’dby somehand less un - wor - thy than mine; If the
st 2357 SS Se
ee ees
>eee aero SE 2 ears
warm lay of love, and the light note of glad - ness, |A - wa.- ken ” thy
pulse of the pa - tri - ot sol - dier, or lo - ver, Have throbb’d at our
a ee Sy Se
fond - est, thy live - li - est thrill; But SO oft hast thou e - choed the
lay, ’tis thy glo - ry a - lone; I was but as the wind, pass - ing
SS SSS Oe eS
aosigh of sad-ness, That
deep
Ci ere’en in
e
thy mirth
ee will
it steal from thee still.
heed - less - ly o - ver, And all the wild sweet-ness I wak’d was thy own!
DoS GAnhbsOr OLD=GAUL:

Sir HARRY ERSKINE. GENERAL REID.
(March of the 42nd Highlanders.)
Marcato.
In the of old Rome,From the heath coy-er’d
= en eee ee Oe ee ms ee
moun-tains of Sco - tia we come; Where the Ro - mans en - dea - your’d our
country to gain, But our ances- tors fought, and they fought not in vain.
ee Such our love of li - ber-ty, our coun-try

ae and ourlaws,
ee That like
ee our an - ces -
Se — oe) ea ae ee et ee
- tors of old, we stand by free-dom’scause, We'll brave-ly fight like heroes bold for
pS ho-nour and ap-plause,And de - fy the foe withall theirart to al - ter our laws.
No effeminate customs our sinews unbrace, As a storm in the ocean when Boreas blows,
No luxurious tables enervate our race ; So are we enraged when we rush on our foes,
Our loud sounding pipe bears the true martial strain, We sons of the mountains, tremendous as rocks,
So do we the old Scottish valour retain. Dash the force of our foes with our thundering strokes.
Such our love of liberty, &c. Such vur love of liberty, &c.
We’re tall as the oak on the mount of the vale, In our realm may the fury of faction long cease ;
Are swift as the roe which the hound doth assail ; May our councils be wise, and our commerce increase ;
As the full moon in Autumn onr shields do appear, And in Scotia’s cold climate may each of us find,
Minerva would dread to encounter our spear. That our friends still prove true and our beauties prove
Such our love of liberty, &c. Such our love of liberty, &c. Acind.
——————
OH, HAD WE SOME BRIGHT LITTLE ISLE.

THOMAS MOORE. Op I[RIsz.
Moderato, scherzando.
—e— a
ths rOh: had we some bright lit - tle isle of our own, bay) blue sum-mer
2. There, with souls e - ver ar - dent and pure as_ the clime, We should love, as they
-
2 . —— — —|
= ‘ :
Oo = cean, far off and a - lone; Wherea leaf ne = ver dies in the
lovd in the first gold - en time; The glow of the sunshine, the ‘
still bloom-ing bow’rs, And the bee ban - quets On storOeens whole year of
balm of the air, Would steal to our hearts, and make all sum - mer
flow’rs. Where the sun loves to pause with so fond a de - lay, That the
there! With af - fec- tion as free from de - cline as the bow’rs; And with
ad lib. tempo.
night on - ly draws a thin veil o’er the day; Where sim-ply to feel that we
Hope, like the bee, liv-ing always on flows; Our life should re - sem-ble a
See ee Ee ee
ys ad lib.
3 $$ ——_—_——_ — ———_—_—_. :
ee ae eatee ES w= ae
breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy that life else-where can’ give!
long day of light, And our death come on ho - ly and calm as the night!
THEY MAY RAIL AT THIS LIFE.

THOMAS MOORK. , Oxup IRISH. «
Moderato con espress,
eu = : —I Sea =a
= @ REN SED aI jae esi eae ameneeet es a— B = ———
. ee Ree athis gig ae it a
—
1. They may rail at life—from the hour I be - gan _ it i found
2 Ln Mer -cu-ry’s star, whereeach mo-ment can bringthem New sunshine and
3 OEE
RATSASST Fo
Soon = = —ae
life full of kindness and _ bliss, And un - til they can show me some
wit from the fountain on high, Tho’ the nymphs may haye live - li - er
= ee ee se
‘
hap - pier pla-net, More so - cial andbright,I’ll con - tent me with this. As
po-ets to sing them, They’venone, e - yen there,more en - a-mour’dthan I. And as
long as the world has such lips and such eyes As be - fore me this
long as this harp can _ be wa-ken’d to love, And that eye its di -
———— EE SE RT I
mo-ment en - rap-tur’d TI see, © They may say what they will of their
vine in - spir - a - tion shall be, They may talk as they will of their
CN
orbs in the skies, But this earth is the pla-net for you, love, and me.
E-dens a- bove, But this earth is the pla-net for you, love, and me.
In that star of the west, by whose shadowy splendour As for those chilly orbs on the verge of creation,
At twilight so often we’ve roam’d thro’ the dew, Where sunshine and smiles must be equally rare ©
There are maidens, perhaps, who have bosoms as tender, |Did they want a supply of cold hearts for that station,
And look in their twilights as lovely as you. Heav'’n knows we have plenty on earth we could spare.
But tho’ they were even more bright than the queen Oh, think what a world we should have of it here,
Of that isle they inhabit in heaven’s blue sea, If the haters of peace, of affection, and glee,
As I never those fair young celestials have seen, Were to fly up to Saturn’s comfortless sphere,
Why, this earth is the planet for you, love, and me. And leave earth to such spirits as you, love, and me.
PEACEFUL SLUMB’RING OPER THE OCEAN.

COBB. Andante, mf ess STORACE.
E i x at B , TRG
=.
i i i } ir
eee = Se Ra Ea ET =
1. Peace-ful slumb’ring o’er the oo - cean, Sea-men fear no dan-ger nigh; The winds and
2. Is the wind tem-ges-tuousblow-ing, Still no dan-ger they des - cry; The guileless
s Se ee
==
— —z-— — {js :
wayes in gen - tle mo - tion, Soothethem with their lul - la - by, lul - la - by,
heart, its boon be - stow - ing, Soothesthem with 1s soc alee las by, lul - la - by,
lul-la-by, lul-la-by, Iul-la- by, Soothethem with their lul - la - by, lul’- lates bys
lul-la-by, lul-la-by, lul-la-by, Soothesthem with its lul - la - by, Tulv=.lave <2 by.
SALLY IN OUR ALLEY.

CAREY, Andantino.
Of all the girls that are so smart, There’snone like pret - ty Sal - ly!....
S22
2 See Se = =
AAA She is the dar - ling of my heart; She lives in our al - ley:....
the land, That’s half 80 sweet as Sal ’= Jy his
— -@-
| And she’s the dar - ling of my heart; Shoes livesue:in Our oe ‘ alley.
Of all the days are in the week When Christmas comes about again,
I dearly love but one day, Oh, then I shall have money!
And that’s the day that comes betwixt I'll hoard it up, and, box and all,
A Saturday and Monday ; Pll give it to my honey;
For then I’m dress’d in all my best, I would it were ten thousand pounds,
To walk abroad with Sally ; I'd give it all to Sally ;
She is the darling of my heart, She is the darling of my heart,
And lives in our alley. And lives in our alley.
) YOUNG LOVE.
T. MOORE, Andantino espressivo. THOMAS MOORE.
$,—_———— cre = =e ey pens
_— = i es a ar | mae
|
|
- 1. Young Love livd once in a hum - ble shed, Where ros - es breath-ing, And
Zee Ave- las, that Po- ver - ty’s e - vil eye Should e’er come hith-er, Such
i eee
; ao
1 _—e Se ae a ae ER ° ae al en ec ‘aia
| wood-bines wreath-ing, A - round the lat - tice their ten - drils spread, As
sweets to with -er! The flow’rs lay down their heads to die, And
i= ——— = =]
Fee
#goeiie eee oT) - 5 ae never Soe ae a ee
wild and sweet as the life he led. His gar - den flour-ish’d, For
Hope fell sick as the witch drew nigh. She came one morning, Ere
DEES
young Hope nour-ish’d The in - fant buds with beams and show’rs; once But
Love had warn-ing, And rais’d the latch where the young OMG LAY stoseven teen Os
= ~
o—
lips, though blooming, must still be fed, And not een Love can live on flow’rs.
oh!’ said Love,*‘*Is it you? Good-bye!’ So he op’d the window,and flew a- way.
A HUNTING WE WILL GO.

FIELDING. 18th Century.
SS
2s eS
_—
oT =)
in the
St
morn; The
a
1. The dusk - y night rides down the sky, And ush - ers
wife a-round her hus-bandthrowsHer arms to make him stay— ‘‘ My
2. The
ea hati la i Sa oe
SS
See ater —
i= aS Ss
te s
—EE
all join in glorious cry, The hounds all join’ in glo - rious cry; The
hounds
it rains, it hails, it blows, My dear, it rains, it hails, it blows, You
dear,
== oe ees == ———
o UG o: Cc S po
a z Se _—_———
winds his Orn een. The hunts-manwinds his horn; Then a

hunts-man
Joho Hye ON ecnnoooKe ou can - not hunt to - day.” But a
nie ay FileyH
hunt - ing we =—-wiiil ROK seodctraceoue a hunt -ing we will £0.
Th’ uncavern’d fox like lightning flies, At length his strength to faintness worn,
His cunning’s all awake, The hounds arrest his flight,
To gain the race he eager tries, Then hungry homeward we return,
His forfeit life the stake. To feast away the night,
When a hunting, &c. Then a drinking, &c.
THE POACHER.
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sarvd my mas
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game - keep - er
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can wres - tle, fight, my boys, jump 0 + ver an + y - where. so
we
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ay de-light of a shi - ny night, in the sea - son of the year!
As me and my companions were setting four and five,

And taking of them up again, we took the hare alive ;
We popp’d her into a bag, my boys, and thro’ the wood did steer,—
For it’s my delight of a shiny night, in the season of the year!
Well, here’s success to poaching, for I do think it fair ;

Bad luck to ev’ry gamekeeper that keeps the woods in fear ;
Good Inck to ev’ry gentleman that wants to buy a hare,—
For it’s my delight of a shiny night, in the season of the year!
JOHN DICKS’ EDI‘ION. ]

BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. figs
THE *?LASS O° GOWRIE.

Old Scotch Air, ‘‘ Loch Erroch side.”
LADY NAIRNE.
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Up - on a sim - mer af - ter-noon, A wee be-fore the sun gaed
pas eee core e A
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I praised her beanty loud and lang, Saft kisses on her lips I laid,
Then round her waist my arms I flang, The blush upon her cheek soon spread;
And said, ‘‘ My lassie, will you gang She whisper’d modestly, and said,
To view the Carse 0’ Gowrie? ‘*T’ll gang wi’ ye to Gowrie.”
T’ll tak’ you to my father’s ha’, The auld folks soon gave their consent,
In yon green field beside the shaw, And to Mess John we quickly went,
And mak’ you lady o’ them a’— Wha tied us to our heart’s content,
The brawest wife in Gowrie.” And now she’s Lady Gowrie.
THE JOLLY YOUNG WATERMAN. ee

Allegro moderato. :
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’T was clean’d out so nice, and so painted withal ; As he row’d along, thinking of nothing at all,
He was always “first oars’’ when the fine city ladies He was ply’d by a damsel so lovely and charming,
In a party to Ranelagh went, or Vauxhall. That she smil’d, and so straightway in love he did fall;
And oft times would they be giggling and leering, And would this young damsel but banish his sorrow,
But ’twas all one to Tom, their gibing and jeering; He’d wed her to-night, before e’en to-morrow ;
For loving or liking he little did care, And how should this waterman ever know care,
For this waterman ne’er was in want of a fare. | When he’s married and never in want of a fare.

WAPPING OLD STAIRS.

| J. PERCY.
1. Your Mol- ly has...... ne» ver been false, she de-clares,Since IJast time we
2. You pro-mis’d, last....., Sun - day, to walk in the Mall, With Sno - san from
art - ed at Wap-ping Old Stairs, When I swore that I still would con .
ept-ford, and like-wise with Sal In si - lence I stood, your un -
- ti_- nue the same, And gave you the ’bac-co - box mark’dwith my name, And
- kind-ness to hear, And on - ly up-braid-ed my Tom with a tear; And
gave you the ’bac - co-box mark’d with myname. When tT

on - ly up - braid - ed my Tom with a tear. Why should
pass’d a whole fort-night be - tweendeckswith you, Did I e’er give a kiss, Tom, to
Sal, or should Su- san, than me be more priz’d? Ah! the heart that is true, Tom, should
one of your crew? To be use-ful and kind, with my Tho-mas af

me’er be des - pis’d! Then be con-stant and kind, nor your Mol - ly for +
stay’d, For his trow - sers I wash’d, and his grog too I made.
» sake, Still your trow - sers Tl wash, and your grog too I'll make.
WHEN WILLIAM AT EVE.
1. When Wil - liam = at eve meets me down at the stile, How

2. By her beams, with - out blush-ing, I hear him complain, And be -
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if Soe
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down at the stile, How sweet is the night - in-gale’s song! Of the
hear him complain, And believe ev’ - ry word of his song ! You
day I for-get all the la- bour and toil, While the moon plays yon branch-es
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BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING

YOUNG CHARMS.
Written and adapted to an old Irish tune, ‘‘ The Sunflower.”
THOMAS MOORE.
SSS ee bop=nee evo mei all those en -. dear -ing young charms Which I
2, It is not while beau - ty and youth are thine own, And thy
a eae _—— ee
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faith of a soul can be known, To which time will but make thee more
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dear ; No, the heart that has tru - ly lovwd, ne - ver for-gets, But as
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god, when he sets, The same look which she turn’d when he rose.
ALICE GRAY.
WILLIAM MER. Mrs. P. MILLARD.
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Andante con moto.
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heart, my heart is break -ing For the love of A = lice Gray.
Her dark brown hair is braided I’ve sunk beneath the summer’s sun,
O’er a brow of spotless white ; And trembled in the blast ;
Her soft blue eye now langnishes, But my: pilgrimage is nearly done,
Now flashes with delight. The weary conflict’s past.
Her hair is braided not for me, And when the green sod wraps my graye,
The eye is turned away; : May pity haply say,
Yet, my heart, my heart is breaking Oh, his heart, his heart is broken
For the love of Alice Gray. For the love of Alice Gray,

WREATH THE BOWL. »

THOMAS MOORE. Oxp Irisz.
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take a flight Tow’rdsheay’n to-night, And leave dnll earth be - hind us.
’*T was nectar fed Say, why did Time

Of old, ’tis said, His glass sublime
Their Junos, Joves, Apollos; Fill up with sands unsightly,
And man may brew When wine, he knew,
His nectar too, Runs brisker through,
The rich receipt’s as follows: And sparkles far more brightly ?
Take wine like this, Oh, lend it us,
Let looks of bliss And, smiling thus,
Around it well be blended, The glass in two we'll sever,
Then bring Wit’s beam Make pleasure glide
To warm the stream, In double tide,
And there’s your nectar splendid. And fill both ends for ever!
Then wreath, &. Then wreath, &c.
MARY MORISON.
BURNS. Op ScorcH.
A ffetuoso. :
Oh, Ma-ry_ at the window be, It is thewish’d the tryst- ed hour, Thee
dim. vi
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Yestreen when to the trembling string : Oh, Mary, canst thou wreck his peace,
The dance gaed thro’ the lighted ha’, Wha for thy sake would gladly dee?
To thee my fancy took its wing Or canst thou break that heart of his,
I sat, but neither heard nor ‘saw. Whase only fault is loving thee?
Tho’ this was fair, and that was braw, If love for love thou wilt na gie,
And yon the toast of a’ the town ; At least be pity to me shown ;
I sighed, and said amang them a’, A thought ungentle canna be,
“Ye are na Mary Morison.” | The thought o’ Mary Morison.
FLY NOT YET.

THOMAS MOORE.
Allegretto. 7% 2
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1. Fly not yet, ’tis just the hour, When plea - sure, like the mid - night
2. Fly not yet, the fount that play’d In times of old thro’ Am - mon’s
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sons of night And maids who love _ the moon, ’Twas but to bless these
mirth, be-gan To burn when night was near. And thus should wo - man’s
hours of shade That beau - ty and the moon were made; ’Tis then their
hearts and looks At noon be cold as win - ter brooks, Nor kin - dle
soft at - trac - tions glow - ing, Set the tides and gob - lets flow - ing.
till the night, re -turn - ing, Brings their ge - nial hour for burn - ing.
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Oh, stay ! oh, stay ! When did morn - ing e - ver break, And
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Oh, stay ! oh, stay ! When did morn - ing e - ver break, And
this to-night, that, oh, ‘tis pain To break its links so s00n.
find such beam - ing eyes a-wake As those that spar - kle hereP
SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND.

THOMAS MOORE. | Oup InisuH.
Andante.
1. She is far from the land where her young he - ro __ sleeps, And
2. She sings the wild song of her dear na - tive plains, Evy’-ry
— lo - vers 4-round her are ing ;

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- light in her strains, How the heart of the min-strel is break - ing.
She had liv’d for his love, for his country he died, Oh, make her a grave where the sunbeams rest,
They were all that to life had entwin’d him ; When they promise a glorious morrow;
Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, They’ll shine o’er her sleep, like a smile from the
Nor long will his love stay behind him, From her own loved island of sorrow, (West,
F
CEASE YOUR FUNNING.

GAY. Old English Air, first introduced in the Beggar’s Opera.
Moderato. ths _
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THE SAILOR’S JOURNAL.

Phone DIBDIN.
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fan-cy; Ateight, we all got under weigh, And bid a long a-dien to Nan-cy.
And now arriv *d that jovial night, At last, ’twas in the month of May,
When ev’ ry true-bred tar carouses ; The crew (it being lovely weather)
When, o’er the grog, all hands delight At three A.M. discover’d day,
To toast their sweethearts and their spouses. And England’ 8 chalky cliffs together.
Round went the can, the jest, the glee, At sev’n, up Channel how we bore!
While tender wishes fill’d each fancy; While hopes and fears rush’d on each fancy,
And, when in turn it came to me, At twelve, I gaily jump’d ashore,
I heay’d a sigh, and toasted Nancy. And to my throbbing heart press’d Nancy.
OH, WEEL MAY THE KEEL ROW.

Worps anp Music ANONYMOUS.
Allegro.
As I camethro’ Sand- gate, thro’ Sand-gate,thro’ Sand- gate, As I came thro’
Sand - gate, I heard a las - sie bes “Oh, weel may the keel row, the
(= ee
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keel row, the keel row, Oh, ssmay the keel row That my lad-die’s in!
*€ Oh, wha’s like my Johnny, ‘* He wears a blue bonnet,
Sae leith, sae blythe, sae bonny P Blue bonnet, blue bonnet;
He’s for emost’ mong the mony He wears a blue bonnet,—
Keel lads 0’ Coaly Tyne. A dimple on his chin.
He’ll sit and row so tightly, And weel may the keel row,
Or in the dance so sprightly, - The keel row, the keel row,
He’ll cut and shuffle sightly; And weel may the keel row
’Tis true,—were he not mine,’’ That my laddie’s in!”
POOR JACK.
DIBDIN.
Allegro.
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1. Go pat - ter to lub - bers and swabs, do ye see, A - bout
ae. Why, heard the good chap- lain pa - la - ver one day, A - bout
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dan - ger and fear and _ the like, A tight water boat and good
souls, hea -ven’s mer - cy and such, And, my tim - bers! what lin - go hed
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sea -men give me, And it ain’t to a lit - tle Ill strike; Tho’ the
coil and be - lay— Why’twas just= all” -as) —one as hich Dutch ; But he
tem - pest top - gal - lant mast smack-smooth should smite, And shi - ver each
said how @ spar - row can’t found-er, d’ye_ see, With - out or - ders that
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say there’s a Pro - vi- dence sits up a - loft, They say there’s a Pro - vi-dence
sweet lit - tle cherub sits perch-ed a - loft, A sweet lit - tle che-rub sits
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perch - ed Bo -— 1OLb! To keep watch for the life of poor Jack,
I said to our Poll, for you see she would cry, D’ye mind me, a sailor should be, ev’ry inch,
When last we weigh’d anchor for sea, All as one as a piece of the ship,
What argufies sniv ling and piping your eye? And with her brave the world, without off’ring to
Why, what a damn’d fool you must be! From the moment the anchor’s atrip. [flinch,
Can’t you see the world’s wide, and there’s room for As for me, in all weather, all times, sides, and ends,
Both for seamen and lubbers ashore; [us all, Nought’s a trouble, from duty that springs;
And if to old Davy I go, my dear Poll, My heart is my Poll’s, and my rhino’s my friend's,
Why you never will hear of me more! And as for my life, ’tis the king’s;
What then! all’s a hazard, come, don’t be so soft, H’en when my time comes, ne’er believe me so soft,
Perhaps I may laughing come back; As with grief to be taken aback ;
For, d’ye see, there’s a cherub sits smiling aloft, | The same little cherub that sits up aloft,
To keep watch for the life of poor Jack. 1 Will look out a good berth for poor Jack,
St RESTS ihe OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
THE WELL OF ST. KEYNE.

CornisH AIR.
SOUTHEY.
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‘‘ For an if thou hast a wife a, Shall drink before his wife a,
The happiest draught thou has drank this day A happy man thenceforth is he,
That e’er thon didst in thy life a; For he shall be master for life a.
Or has your good woman, if one you have, But. if the wife should drink of it first,
Tn Cornwall ever been a? God bless the husband then a,”’
For an if she have, I’ll venture my life, The stranger stoop’d to the well of St. Keyne,
She has drunk of the well of St. Keyne a.’ And drank of the water again a.
‘“‘T’ve left a good woman who ne’er was here,” ““You drank of the well, I warrant, betimes,”’
The stranger made replya To the countryman he said a; 2
‘But how my draught should be better for that But the rustic sigh’d as the stranger spake,
To guess in, vain I try a.’ And sadly shook his head a.
“St. Keyne,’’ quoth the countryman, ‘‘many a time “‘T hasten’d here, when the wedding was done,
Would drink of this crystal well a ; And left my wife in the porch a,
And before the angels summon’d her, But truly she had been wiser than I,
She laid on the water a spell a. For she took a bottle to church a.’
AND HAS SHE THEN FAIL’D IN HER TRUTH?

Sir ee R. BISHOP.
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No, no,

WHEN VULCAN FORG’D THE BOLTS OF JOVE.

DIBDIN. BRAHAM.
SS
Allegro maestoso.
— 2 ae Pe
Vul - can forg’d

SS the bolts of Jove, In
eeisa Se
Et - nas
ae ae
Sa
roar - ing
ee
1. When cir - cling

2. Long may she _ hold the aw - ful right, And when through
—_——— er SS SO ig
Ce, Noi oe
Nep - tune pe - ti - tion’d he might prove Their

darts her ven - geance in the fight, May
aes
SS
ae
Sa
Se
es ne ea
ou —e a
See ee
be - low, Their use, and pow’r be - -_ low, But

use, and powr
her aim, May Jus - tice guide her aim, While
Jus - tice guide ad, lib.
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= hale in the bound - less deep, Such thun
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= would but OQ oo ay
and bi - eh tars, Shall launch her fires from
brave,
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——s = eS SS a =|
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aes
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To Mand from foes her na -_ tive land, He with them
Be ie. Shall launch her
hand, On ev - ‘ry foe to Bri - tain’s land,
as
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——— eae oe Sd OT nA ES
a
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“4 her na - tive land.
arm’d - nia’s
Bri - tan hand, To guard from foes
from ey - “ry hand, On ev- ’ry foe to Bri - tain’s land.
fires
OH, WILLOW, WILLOW.

(DEsDEMONA’s song in Othello.) ANCIENT.
SHAKSPERE.
Andante.
SS
> ———— 2 ee ae oe ET se
a
eS
= —* a
soul sat sigh - ing by a sy « ca - more
iie a poor
Fresh stream ran by her, and mury =) |murdyeher
2. The
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=a ee eee al
e Se
Se
=
ery aes
a
as Ses
a
SS
=
ee =>
H ——=S—
a ——
eee =
SS
Sing all a green wil - low, Her hand on her
tree, salt tears fell
moans, Sing 7 all a green wil = low, Her
SSS
Sea
ea
es
te
SS a
SS SS SS
Aa ee
aot
gy ee ee
eae
SSSS oe
SSty ey ws
bo - som, and her head on her knee! Sing wil-low, wil-low, willow,
and soft - end the stones! Sing wil - low, -wil-low, wil - low,
from her,
2 tote qauisn. eI = 2
i____ {2 == i a |
oe = 2 je Ss = aa 4S eee
Sing wil - low, ey 2 low, wil - low, wil - low, My gar - land shall
wil - low,
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=e Se - ——— SE aI =}
Se
be, Sing all a green wil - low, ce wil - - low, wil - low,
ad lib
S =
e
Se sa ee Serna
SS
eereae act CT RR SS
seg
Ah, me, the green wil - low my gar - land must be.
wil - low,

DNlop) BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
HASTE TO THE WEDDING,

18th Century.
Come, Whe:to 1 -
raRtcing- ye friends and ye neigh- bours! The
fea =
_ lov - ers their bliss shall no long - er
a Oe ines
SS pie ae ea
SS ee
———— — ee saat mec Sa nest
sor - rew, your care, and your la - bours, And let ev’ - ry heart beat with
fee = =ee
=
Ye vo - ta - ries all at -
==
tend
eee
a
to my _ call, Come
rap - ture to - day;
= a aan Eee ———
rey ina ae- sure that ne - ver can cloy, And come
Ae ee ee _——=
= Se
SSS
Tu..- , Tal, fo + oli - ove
aes
Jcix-sty, © Wich in - no- cence ev er en - joy.
Let envy, let pride, let hate, and ambition, With reason we taste of each heart-stirring pleasure,
Still crowd to, and beat in the breast of the great ; With reason we drink of the full flowing bowl ;
lo such wretched passions we give no admission, me jocund and gay, but all within measure,
But leave them alone to the wise ones of state. For fatal excess will enslave the free soul.
We boast of no wealth Then come at our bidding
But contentment and health, To this happy wedding,
In mirth and in friendship our moments employ, No care shall intrude here our bliss to annoy,
Then come see rural felicity, Oh, come see rural felicity,
Which love and innocence ever enjoy. Which love and innocence ever enjoy.
TO-MORROW.
W. REEVE.
Andantino, graztoso.
a 1. Night,
a
I have oft - en
ee wish’d thy stay, But
ee now ironene st me sor - row,
2. That filut-t’ring part- ridge has & nest As oe Ne un-known to sor - row,
ee =a SS
eae ee =" =e
Night, I have oft - en wish’d thy stay, But now thou bring’st me sor-row; Im -
That flut-t’ringpart-ridge has a nest ‘As yet un - known to sor-row; Her
b=
fears epee wea et
estes ee
acre2i 2 »_3_ 2a: SS= ce Se as =
ie ema es eae See —-5 eee #2 ee
oe ie er
pa - tient-ly I wait the ray, Im - pa -tient-ly I a the Yay That
part - nerseeks her down -y_ breast, Her part- nerseeks her down - y_ breast, Oh,
Galle
anima.
= =s-Es2 Se =<:
= ==3-g—4
shall il-jlume to ~ ee That shall il- lume to - mor-row, Im -
kill them not to - mor-row, Oh, them not ~ - mor-row, Her
ai aN aN aN ad lib
Ses b— #5 *— 0 22-20 oF eat meeps 2 = Se
(ee ==" =a ee IS f= eS
- pa - tient - ly I wait the ray ‘That shall le- lume to - mor - row.
part - ner seeks her down - y_ breast, Oh, kill them not to - mor - row.
Beneath the fern, the fearful hare My heart, when I thy eyes shall meet,
Would wish a shade to borrow ; Joy’s richest throb will borrow 3
Be merciful, the trembler spare, And sure, on rapture’s wings, will fleet
Let it not die to-morrow. | The moments of to-morrow.

FLY AWAY, PRETTY MOTH.

T. H. BAYLY.
1. Fly a - way, pret-ty moth, to the shade Of the leaf where you
seen, pret+-ty moth, in the world Some as wild as your-
2, Twvhave
slum - ber’d all day, Be con - tent with the moon and the stars, pret- ty
- self, and as gay, Who, be - witch’d by the sweet fas- ci - na - tion of
——s = Se a 2a AE : ee) =< Vas 2 ——

ee pf FF BEATA e ce : ee
moth, And make use of your wings while you may. Thoughyon glit - ter - ing
eyes, Flit-ted round them by night and -by day. Butthough dreams of de -
—— may
SS ee
have daz - zled you quite, Though the
ee gold of yon lamp may _ be
light
- light may have daz - zled them quite, They, at last, found it dan - ger - ous
a ee
j—3—— eS
Saree ant aaa ee eeee ee ed es
= Ma - ny things in this world that look bright, pret-ty moth, On- ly
- stray, Ma - ny things in this world that look
ee
bright, pret - ty moth, On - ly daz - zle to _ lead us a : stray.
WHO DEEPLY DRINKS OF WINE.

In moderate time.
oS ae ee See SS
Gai - ly still the mo- mentsroll, While wequaff the flow-ing bowl; Care can ne - ver
e -
reach the soul, Who deep - ly drinks of AINE; s5 css 000 SCT wie Who deep - ly drinks of
=
==
pa 6s —— a
=
wine. Gai - ly still the mo-mentsroll, While we quaff the flow - ing bowl;
= 2) a —2——_ eee ——
Care can ne = ver reach the soul, Who deep-ly, deep-ly drinks of wine, Who
SS
=2gSS
= ~ =
of
~
2SeS
WiNOsetice cases Sa, ;
Te.
deep - ly drinks of WURLLOM ENR cusche seseir Who deep - ly drinks
Care can ne -~- ver
See the lover, pale with grief, Eyes of fire and lips of dew,
Bind his brows with willow leaf ; Cheeks that shame the rose’s hue;
But his heart soon finds relief, —- Dearer those to me, or you,
From drinking deep of wine. Who deeply drinks of wine.

88 BEST’ MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
THE BUNT As. acre.

OLD ENGLISH.
Allegro conspirito.
2
= = = SS
= = ee5 =e
o =|
1. The hunt is up, the hunt is up, And it is well nigh day ; And
2. The sun is glad to see us clad All in our lus - ty green, And
—— OS
SSS ae et =a SSS
a SS meee a |
ee —————— pes wa!: ——
—— ~ ze
Har-ry, our king, has gone hunt-ing, To bring his deer to bay. The
smiles in the sky, as he ris- eth high, To see and to be seen. A-
— Se ee = Se ee ee ee i ee
= Se
eee
IS= —— : ee
OS a eseae =
east is bright with morn - ing light, And dark - ness it is fled ; The
- wake, all men, I Bay = =6.a - «6gain, Be mer - ry as you may, For
Se a
2 ae ee ae
ia.
a ag ee
———
er]
ee
ae nea ae eee cy aw
=]
ee
—*— j=
mer - ry horn wakes up the morn To leave his i= CLS bed.
Har- ry, our king, is gone hunting To bring his deer to bay.
THE VICAR OF BRAY.

18th Century.
Moderato.
= eae ee een a Sty ee ee
B- a —— =e
a a ee a “i = Qi ee 0” Se =
‘Nese Solbia good King Charl-es’s gold-en days, When loy - al - ty no harm meant, A
2. When roy - al James ob - tain’d the crown, And Pop-’ry came in fa - shion, The
ere ra ame ee meee =
——S— —— Bae ease se a SS
He a eg Ys ee it. ae = es Se Ties Ir or
zea - lous High Church-man was I, And sO I got pre - fer - ment; To
pe - nal laws u hoot - ed down, And read the De-clar - a - tion; The
ot eS et eS ———_ 4 —_.
Be ar ene : =a —— ===
—_+—______
tes
——— a= eee ines To =
teach my flock I ne - ver miss’d,Kings were by God ap ~- point - ed, And
Church of Rome I found would fit Fuli well my con - sti - tua - tion; And
=a damn’d are those that do re - sist,

S Or touch
eeethe Lord’s a - noint - ed.) Axa
had be - come a Je - suit, But for the Re --vo - Iu = tion. J
——°._ s2 _ = = =
2 ee aay aie.
eee! —t——a 2age a=
Pe) are eer Say ee
this is law, I will main-tain, Un - til my dy - ing day, sir, That
: 6 ee oo eta = ee
SS as == 8. RSET, ES
| —— eas 1 a aeniiaee a — a
what - so - e + ver King may reign, Still Ill ‘be the Vi-car of Bray, _ sir.
When William was our King declar’d, When George in pndding-time came o’er,
To ease a nation’s grievance, And moderate men looked big, sir,
With this new wind about IT steer’d, I turned a cat-in-a-pan once more,
And swore to him allegiance ; And so became a Whig, sir;
Old principles I did revoke, And thus, preferment I procured,
Set conscience at a distance; From our new faith’s defender,
Passive obedience was a joke, ; And almost every day abjured
A jest was non-resistance. The Pope and the Pretender,
And this is law, &c. And this is law, ec.
When gracious Anne became our Queen, The illustrious house of Hanover,
The Church of England’s glory, And Protestant succession,
Another face of things was seen, To these I do allegiance swear,
And I became a Tory ; While they can keep profession—
Occasional Conformists base, For in my faith and loyalty
I damn’d their moderation, I never more will falter,
And thought the church in danger was, And George my lawful King shall be,
By such prevarication. do alter.
Until the times
And this is law, &e. And this is law, &c.
JOCK O° HAZELDEAN.
Sir WALTER SCOTT. Oup ScotcH.
Andante moderato.
—2— |——
a a Sg
oe
1. “Why weep ye by the tide, la - dye? Why weep*ye by the tide? Tl
2. ** Now let this’ wil = iu; grief be done, And dry thatcheek so pale, Young
2 4
“= ' ee
ie
ev pam ==
oeiS
Sai Sees
i
en ecg
a nar ere
aeraSean al Srrtsk,meer [SO ieaal
ae a Se
ps
o
wed = ye to my young-est son, And ye shall be his bride. And

Frank is chief of Er - ring - ton, And lord of Lang - ley - dale. His
4.4...
spas +~—* —.
ee aea pre = 7
ot —s—_, —o === z@ aearea
a a oS |
=e ae = ois aes So
ye shall be his bride, la - dye, Sae come - ly to be seen—”’ But

step ism painstee 11 peace - ful ha’, His sword in bat - tle beomazmt ie
SS SS SS
$e
ze aes
= Es —\— =
SS ee
eee ee
SS ee eee, — es ee =
eee
aye she _ loot the tears down fa’, For JOCK On Ha - zel - dean.
“© A chain o’ gold ye shall not lack, The kirk was deck’d at morning tide,
Nor braid to bind your hair, The taper glimmer’d fair,
Nor mettled hound, nor managed hawk, The priest and bridegroom wait the bride,
Nor palfrey fresh and fair ; And dame and knight are there.
And you, the foremost o’ them a’, They sought her baith by bower and ha’,
Shall ride our forest queen—”’ The lady was not seen ;
But aye she loot the tears down fa’, She’s o’er the border, and awa
For Jock o’ Hazeldean. Wi’ Jock o’ Hazeldean.
WHEN IN DEATH [I SHALL CALM RECLINE.

OLb Térsit,
THOMAS MOORE. +
:
Tempo moderato. >
When in death I _ shall calm re - cline, Oh, “bear my heart to my
2 —— a —S SueeSe
tress dear; Tell her, ait) ee livia pt = Or smiles and wine Of the
mis -
= = S an ee a ——————— ——*
——— = = ss a gg ee gwate ee
ere aa —"—
e
bright - est hue, while it lin - gerd here. Bid her not shed one
ae Ne OO ee
@ ae we
ee === eS
ae a a ce a apy ae ee Se ee
= Se SF =
tear of sorrow, To sul - ly a heart so bril-liant and light; But balm - y
LS
——— aSe een oe, 0 a
er Sared grape bor-row, To bathe
Oe
the
ay, PEE.
re - lic from morn

FEE
ee
RE
till night.
ee
TEREST
drops of the
When the light of my song is o’er, Keep this eup, which is now o’erflowing,
Then take my harp to your ancient hall ; To grace your revel when I’m at rest;
Hang it up at that friendly door Never, oh, never its balm bestowing
Where weary travellers love to call. On lips that beauty hath seldom blest.
Then if some bard, who roams forsaken, But when some warm devoted lover, |
Revive its soft note in passing along, To her he adores shall bathe its brim,
Oh, let one thought of its master waken Then, then my spirit around shall hover,
Your warmest smile for the child of song. And hallow each drop that foams for hin
JOIN DICKS’ EDITION. |

90 BEST MELODIES. OF THE BEST COMPOSERS
WE MAY ROAM THRO’ THIS WORLD.

THOMAS MOORE.
Oup IR1sx.
Allegretto.
eouan Maesiad exis

=ss
We may roam thro’ this world, like a child at a feast, Who but
ame Snean 4 ae
an F == = ste Sh eee ees 2 neo eee 7 ee
’ sips of a sweet,And then flies to the rest; And,when plea-sure be - gins to grow
——
SS dull in the east, We may
Se
or - der our wings, and be off to the west; But if
paar a EE Si a ee ey
hearts that feel, and eyes that smile Are the dear - est gifts that Heav’n sup-plies, We
ee ee
a ad lib.
a ee = Sans eerie
Raw a
ne - ver need leave our own Green Isle, For fen - si - tive hearts and for
tempo con anima.
“Sun - bright eyes. Then re - mem-ber, when-e - ver your gob - let iscrown’d, Thro’ this
world, whe-ther east-ward or west-ward you roam, When a cup to the smile of dear
tN
SSS
SSS
se SSS SSS
=
=——s—]
=
wo - man goes round, Oh, re - mem-ber the smile that a - dorns her at home.
In England the garden of beauty is kept In France, when the heart of a woman sets sail
By a dragon of prudery plac’d, within call; On the ocean of wedlock its fortune to try,
But so oft this unamiable dragon has slept, Love seldom goes far in a vessel so frail,
That the garden’s but carelessly watch’d after all. But just pilots her off, and then bids her good-bye.
Oh, they want the wild sweet-briery fence While the daughters of Erin keep the boy,
Which round the flow’rs of Erin dwells; Hyver smiling beside his faithful oar,
Which warns the touch while winning the sense, Through billows of woe, and beams of joy,
Nor charms us least when it most repels. The same as he look’d when he left the shore.
Then remember, &c. Then remember, &c.
OH, THE OAK, AND THE ASH.

17th Century,
Andante. se
bb ieee tn
—— ——
‘A north coun-try maid up to lLon- don hadstray’d, Al - though with her nature it
=
[i ey Se Se
Pay Peay ae Ae ae Bee aoe
me ey ——|
a (peac =a 22Sas oe se Se SE _#-e——2-S—
did not a-gree, She wept, and she sigh’d, and she bit - ter - ly cried, ‘TI
Se wish once a-gain in the

ee eenorth I couldbe. Oh, the oak, and the ash, and the
3 riten.
bb
ee ee ee a is SS - oe ——— SS}
es aah = Ss ——|__ 2 ___ ag 2
bon-ny i - vy. tree, They flour - ish at home in. my own coun - try.”
While sadly I roam, I regret my dear home, No donbt, did I please, I could marry with ease;
Where lads and young lasses are making the hay; ‘ Where maidens are fair, many lovers will come;
‘The merry bells ring, and the birds sweetly sing, But he whom I wed must be north-country bred,
And maidens and meadows are pleasant and gay, And carry me back to my north-country home.
Oh, the oak, and the ash, &c. Oh, the oak, and the ash, &c,
BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS 91
LESBIA HATH A BEAMING EYE.

THOMAS MOORE. Op IrisH.
Leggiero e con espressione.
= SS SS Se
Les - bia hath a beam - ing eye, But no one knows for whom it beam -eth;
ad lib.
—— ete ee Saar —— eo aa ce
=. SS eS SS as
and left its - rows fly, But what they
ar aim at, no - eth.
one dream
Right
temdo
Ce ee lee ae po See et
a Ter | a ee ea
Oar Seana naerrs eae (Saamiees
Sweet - er ’tis to gaze up-on My No - ra’s lid, that sel - dom ri - ses;
ad lib.
=== = SS See
ee es eR ae SE —ba—2 eee =
a
Few its looks, but ev’ - ry one, Like un - expect - ed light, sur - pris - es.
tempo.
Oh. ny e—NO- =. 1a Crei - na, dear, My gen - tle, bash - ful No - ra Crei - na,
Beau - ty lies In ma - ny eyes, But love in yours, my No - ra Crei - na!
Lesbia wears a robe of gold, Lesbia hath a wit refined,

But all so close the nymph hath lac’d it, But when its points are gleaming round us,
Not a charm of beauty’s mould Who can tell if they’re design’d
Presumes to stay where nature plac’d it. To dazzle merely, or to wound us?
Oh, my Nora’s gown for me, Pillow’d on my Nora’s heart
That floats as wild as mountain breezes, In safer slumber Love reposes—
Leaving ev’ry beauty free Bed of peace! whose roughest part
To sink or swell as Heaven pleases. Is but the crumpling of the roses.
Yes, my Nora Creina, dear, Oh, my Nora Creina, dear,
My simple, graceful Nora Creina, My mild, my artless Nora Creina,
Nature’s dress Wit, tho’ bright,
Is loveliness— Hath no such light
The dress you wear, my Nora Creina! As warms your eyes, my Nora Creina.
FORGET NOT THE FIELD.

THOMAS MOORE. ~ Ouv IrisH.
: 2 meat
Andante.
a os ates == ———— -— * -o—
4 | 7 J =
a
Hor: < get not the field where......... they per - ish’d, The
eo =e ee a
——
tru - est, the
—————————
en ST —
: at ee ee ee ee
mm , oe = fhe © Ale ae 7
————=
bright hope we cher-ish’'d Gone with them, and quench’d in their grave!
Oh, could we from death but recover, But ’tis past—and tho’ blazon’d in story,
Those hearts as they bounded before, The name of our Victor may be,
Jn the face of high heav’n to fight over Accurst is the march of that glory
That combat for freedom once more, Which treads o’er the hearts of the free.
Could the chain for an instant be riven, Far dearer the grave or the prison,
Which tyranny flung round us then, Illum’d by one patriot name,
No! ’tis not in Man nor in Heayen Then the trophies of all who have risen
To let tyranny bind it again! On Liberty’s ruins to fame!

pe
SILENT, OH, “MOYLE.

THOMAS MOORE. Oup IrIsH.
Andante. oe
ES | eee).
Ee
| oe a
, 1. Si - lent, oh, Moyle, be the roar of) thy sava = ter, Break not, ye
2.Sad - ly, oh, Moyle, to thy win - ter- wave weep - ing, Fate bids me
. ae ——
_— hse
oS —_———
eee Se —-—
a eee
eee ee
|e
ome
=a
oe —S——
SEES
breez - es, your chain of re- pose, While, mur - mur- ing mourn - ful - Jy,
lan- gui¢h long a - ges a - way; Yet still in her dark - ness doth
Lir’s lone-ly daugh-ter Tells to the night-star her tale of woes.

E - rin he sleep-ing, Still doth the pure light its dawn - ing de - lay.
3 Sy mae ne
a a Saal ees es == ————er
When shall the swan, her death - note sing - ing, Sleep, with
When will that day - star, mild - ly spring - ing, Warm our
ana ————— a as at ee se
6 ee See ernENesy <<
wings in dark - ness’ furl’d?P When will Heav’n, its sweet bell |
isle with peace and love? When will Heay’n, its sweet bell
ring - ing, Call my spi - rit from this storm - y world? |

ring - ing, Call my spi - rit to the fieldsea - bove ?
THE CAMPBELLS ARE COMIN’.

AU TRADITIONAL.
W: Allegro.
[pees peers ee ——
Seesae ar se ee ee ee eee
i
——= FE ars ——=_ :
A ae a ss ee eee
The Camp-bells are com’-in’, o -_ ho, o - ho, The Camp-bells are
a
pace NG qm IS[ = = =e = Nes g
= ——__ sj _—— — Ss a j
ie i POSTS Se LEP ELITR CE Saal ears av a
com - in’, fe) = ho, OP = ho; The Camp - bells are com -’ in’ To q
2 —
— — —— —?— =e a ee
———~-. — o- 7 — = e = oe
bon - ny Loch- le -~ ven;. The Camp-bells are com - in’, o - ho, . o- =
$$—_
a—— fas EELET ee a —=
————————— — Se SSS
RS ce es eae a ee =e SS —2—
- ho. Up - on the Lo - monds I lay, i lay, Up -
SN
Oeai 8
pea Se J ae
=i
= ——- =f —e —a——— 5- 2 ee
- ——————— a oo ——_
ee
: on the Lo - monds I lay, I lay, i look - ed down to
S:
SUS. pen Ee
Sey pees oaee oe SS SS Sees eee |
6 @ ro a were om cad 4 co ee ee 22> ae
bon - nie Loch - le - ven, and saw three bon - ny pi - pers play.
Great Argyle, he goes before, | The Campbells they are a’ in arms,

He makes the cannons and guns to roar Their loyal faith and truth to show ;
Wi sound o’ trumpet, pipe, and drum, Wi banners rattlin’ in the wind, -
The Campbells are comin’, oho, oho. | The Campbells are comin’, oho, oho.
The Campbells are comin’, &e. The Campbells are comin’, &c.
BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. — 93
OH, THE SHAMROCK.

Oup IRIsH.
THOMAS MOORE.
Temro moderato .
E - rin’sisle, To sport a-while, As Love and Va-lour wan-der’d, With

Tho’
= —— Oe a el eee
—
== ee
Wit, the sprite,Whose qui - ver bright, A thou-sand ar - rows squand- er’d; Wher -
—____._—__e—@ 2 [Osa ® Sms 4 ;

eee 2. Pa Re a fy
—— SS ee
- eer they pass, A tri - ple grass, Shoots up, with dew-drops stream-ing, As
= ee
===
a
————— en Sarees a |
Se
a = ait <=. (em
eee
oS laa eat mites en _———}
-.ly green, As em’ -yrald_ seen, Thro’ pur - est crystal gleam - ing.
soft
ES eh SS — Fe ——eeE—Ee =|
—— ——— ee ae ——" = = as ——
Sham -_ rock,’ the green, im - mor - tal Sham ~-_ rock,

Oh, the
a ee ee pas eS
a Sa a
pa Sea ea a ee =a
a hs
Of Bard and Chief, Old E - rin’s’ na - tive Sham - rock!
Cho -sen leaf
Says Valour, ‘‘ See, So firmly fond

They spring for me, | May last the bond
Those leafy gems of morning!’’ They wove that morn together,
Says Love, ‘‘ No no, ’ And ne’er may fall
For me they grow, One drop of gall
My fragrant path adorning.” On Wit’s celestial feather !
But Wit perceives May Love, as twine
The triple leaves, His flowers divine,
And cries, ‘*‘ Oh, do not sever Of thorny falsehood weed ’em!
A type that blends May Valour ne’er
Three god-like friends, His standard rear
Love, Valour, Wit, for ever, Against the cause of Freedom!
Oh, the shamrock, &c. Oh, the shamrock, &c.
HERE AWA’, THERE AWA’.

BURNS. Oup Scotcx.
Affetuoso. — mk
3 SS SSE ee —
Sat a) See ee Pe eee en ay Be a eg
ios So aaa: Syseem
wa’, there a - wa, wan - der - ing Wil - lie,
1. Here a -
-_ ter winds blew loud and cauld at our part - ing;
2. Win
4 : a
jj —— —____—__s = he =|
2, aa ——— ———
— CE oe = aa =. a3
Saree
eee =n Wiis s there Fee teas ayee haud a =) War hame,
Here e’e;
for my Wil - lie brought tears to my
Fears
ee
—t
=—
SESS ee
9 —— tz»ee=| —e
ee = eee a eer
Se ee eeeeee
2S a ae ee ee Fae ea iaae ea ES Sa
Po Steiee eee
oo
bom se ss0m, Ny: ain Ont =) aely; QEAte 4 soe oe les
Come to my
a
wel - come, my Wil - lie The
ee
Wel - come, now sim - mer, and
Tell me thou bring’st me my Wil - lie the same,

sim - mer to na - ture, and Wil - lie the same,
Rest, ye wild storms, in the caves of your slumbers ; But, oh, if he’s faithless, and minds na his Nannie,
How your dread howling a lover alarms ! Flow still between us, thou wide roaring main!
Wauken, ye breezes, row gently, ye billows, May I never see it, may I never trow it,
And waft my dear laddie ance mair to my arms. But, dying, believe that my Willie’s mr ain!

94, BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
COME YOU NOT FROM NEWCASTLE?

. 16th Century,
Andante.
e
oe1. Come
SSS —_——_
SS SS SS
you not from New - cas ° tle? Come
2. There’s not you not there a -
a stout - er yeo - man, That treads the heath - ‘ry
bY
eS — ee roe
- way? Oh, met you not my true
moor ; There’s not a heart more con -«
oes Se
eee et get
2
peas a es a acre ones
a ate
on a bon ° ny bay ?
gen Why should love
- tle or more pure; From child - hood we were
aS ce
my love P Why should not my love
eH) I
plight love me? Why

- ed, And till the . death we'll prove That
—— = =
I
should I not speed af + ter him? Since love
gold, to all is free,
which con-quers pride and pow’r, Can ne - ver shake our love.
My father, once his true friend, But, spite of blame and danger,
Now spurns him from our door; With Willie I will roam—
My mother owns him worthy, His arm my safe defender,
Yet bids me love no more, His breast my happy home.
The squire, his boyhood’s playmate, Why should not I love my love?
Would fain his rival be, Why should not my love love me?
And Willie madly rides away Why should not we together roam—
To sail the stormy sea. 7 Since love to all is free ?
THE BLUE BONNETS OVER THE BORDER.

Sir WALTER SCOTT. Anouxuoue:
W: Allegretto, con spirito.
= Se
ze =
tae
March, march, Ett - rick and Te - viot - dale, Why, my lads,
— =
—————— —
din-na ye march for - ward in or - der? March, march, Esk - dale and
———
—————————— —————
FINE
Oe ee ee
Lid - des - dale, All the blue bonnets are Oo - ver the bor - der.
=a =
1. Ma - ny a ban - ner spread, flut - ters a - bove your head, Ma - ny a

cere @Daera bea SSS Sn iano
oe — ae
— SSS SSS SS
crest that is fa - mous in sto ry. Mount and make rea - dy then,
a eee 8.
Se
14
sons of the moun - tain glen, Fight for your Queenand the old Scot-tish glo - Tis
Come from the hills where your hirsels are grazing, Trumpets are sounding, war steeds are bounding,
Come from the glen of the buck and the roe ; Stand to your arms, and march in good order ‘
Come to the crag where the beacon is blazing, England shall many a day tell of the bloody fray,
Come with the buckler, the lance, and the bow. When the blue bonnets came over the border.
March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, &c, March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale, &c.
—_—_—_
AMO AMAS, I LOVE A LASS,

Dr. ARNOLD,
Allegro.
: So 2 SS Se== Sses ee
ee Saar) eames : ———
SS
lass, Asa ce - dar
a, Heli Ton leek dL kiss se = cu
<< —s
tall and slen 5 der, Sweet cow - slip’s grace is her no-min-a- tive —
- la se - cu =. lo-ie. = «rum; If I’ve luck, sir, she’s my
Sees {2S == S S Se
ee preset =
=:
- 4 : = : :
case, And she’s of the fe - mi - nine gen : ° der,
Uxsees = Ory, Ob; di - €8 be - ne - dic - to : ° rum;
di - - vo; Tag rag merni-— LY. Crs =ery, per - ri- wig and
OH, BREATHE NOT HIS NAME.

THOMAS MOORE. Oxp IrRisH,
Andante, pg te
as
1 Oh breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade Where cold and wn -
2. But the night -dew that falls, though in Sie lence it weeps, Shall bright-en with
- honour’d his re - lics are laid; Sad, si - lent, and dark be the
ver - dure the grave where he sleeps; And the tear that we shed, though in
Pee}
wy tee eS SET = -
tears that we shed, As the night- dew that falls on the grass o’er his head.
se - cret it rolls, Shall long keep his. mem - 0 - ry green in omr souls.
; THE LAND O’ THE LEAL.

LADY NAIRNE, “ Oup ScorcH.
ee
Adagia.
Se
Se ee
SSS ee aS orl Se eer ee
wear - in’ ieote wa’, Jean, Like cap alae ae in thaw, Jean, I’m wear - in’ a -
I’m
sfaes ee
Saat N a a _ = aa
= == a ie asa Be e— B
= ces a = ewe —2—
- wa’ To the land 0” the leal. There’s nae sor -row there, Jean, There’s
i a, —
care, Jean, The day is aye fair In the land oo’ the Ileal.
nei-thercauldnor
| Ye aye were leal and true, Jean, Then dry that tearfu’ e’e, Jean,
Your task’s ended noo, Jean, My soul langs to be free, Jean,
And angels wait on me tig
And I'll welcome you 4
To the land o’ the leal. To the land o’ the leal.
Now fare ye weel, my ain Jean, j
Our bonnie bairn’s there, Jean,
She was baith gude and fair, Jean, This warld’s care is vain, Jean,
And we grudged her sair We'll meet and aye be fain
To the land o’ the leal. In the land o’ the leal,
96 BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPUSEBRS,
WHEN FORCED FROM DEAR HEBE.,
== Se
SHENSTONE. Dr. ARNE.
ee
Andante con moto.
1. When fore’d from dear He - be to Zo, What an - guish I

2. Lo see when my charm - er goes by, Some her - mit peep
Saas ae One ega, Ge ee eee er =a Pi aS

Les oo 6Se ee = ee
felt at my heart, And I thought, but it might not be
out of his cell, How he thinks of his youth with a
=== = eee=< o—— ta =—— =

so, She was sor - ry to see me de - part. She cast such a
sigh, How fond - ly he wish - es her well, On him she may
coos noma — Fe) See ae =

SS oes i |
lan - guish-ing view, My path I could scarce - ly dis - cern, So
smnile if she please, ’Twill Warm the cold bo - som of age, Yet,
ad lib. ~
=< — — ae
i i = ==
ee
sweet - ly she bade me a - - dieu, it thought that she
cease, gen - tle He - be, oh, cease, such soft - ness would
— === =
ee ee
bade rf ae turn, I thought that she bade me re. « 7 tur
TUS in the sage, Such soft - ness would tw 9- ain the sage.
FAREWELL! BUT WHENEVER YOU WELCOME.

MOORE. Oxp IRISH.
Andante con moto.
Os a
ees eee ere Sa Aaa
ra ea ees SS ae E
2 Sa SSeS Ss = = Sa
Fare - well! but when - e - ver you wel-come the hour That a - wak - ens the
ae eS — a, $$ —
ea ee es ors SS = SS SS SS
SS eee eee ee = cmaers a ast Sa
eS ee
night-song of mirth in your bowr, Then think of the friend who once
Se wel-com’dit too, And for - got his own griefs to be hap-py with you. His
a e
— Sa, = — aa Ses res ————y-—_-—

easeeS
ee yf ” =e ee = os
griefs may re - turn, not : a hope may re-main, Of the few that have
ad lib. tempo.
Se Oe ge ae —~— 7 oh pes ee ee =
=Ses ee a SS ee
bright-en’d _—his path - way of pain; But he ne'er will for - get the short
—\ ————
oe ee ee a
SS
eee
vi- sion that threw Its en - chant-ment a - ronnd him while lin - g’ring with you.
And still on that evening, when pleasure fills up Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy,
To the hichest top-sparkle each heart and each cup, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ;
Where’er my path lies, be it gloomy or bright, Which come in the night-time of sorrow and cere,
My soul, happy friends, shall be with you that night; And bring back the features that joy used to wear.
Shall join in your revels, your sports, and your wiles, Long, long be my heart with such memories fill’d
And return to me, beaming all o’er with your smiles, Like the vase in which roses have once been distill’d—
Too blest, if it tells me that ’mid the gay cheer, You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will,
Some kind voice had murmur’d, “‘I wish he were here!’’ | But the scent of the roses will hang round it stil).
EVELEEWS BOWER.
THOMAS MOORE. Oup Ir1sH MELODY.
Andantino. ae
ee ee
-
>. ——__——
eeos
: ee a a
a
ae
Sag eae eemeant.
eenee eae
a
Oh, weep for the hour When to Evy - e-leen’s' bow’r The Lord of the
= 2 Ee From
== the
Val - ley ‘with false vows came! The moon hid her light
a —— ae
hea-vens that higtit. ie ett be-hind her clouds o’er the maid-en’s shame, The
= = a
clouds pass’d soon From the chaste cold moon, Aaa Heayv’n smil’d a
ja - flame; But none will see the day When the

- gain with her ves
: =
clouds shallpass a - way, Which that dark hour left up - on Ev - e-leen’s fame,
The white snow la. The next sun’s ray

On the narrow pa Soon melted away
Where the Lord of the ValleySoret over the moor; Every trace on the path ners the false Lord came;
And many a deep print But there’s a light above,
On the white snow’s tint Which alone can remove
Show’d the track of his footstep to Eveleen’s door. That stain upon the snow of fair Eveleen’s fame.
’ THE THREE RAVENS.

16th Century.
ee
. Allegretto.
2S = se= === on a tree, Down a down, hey -

1. There were three ra - veng j sat
2. Be - hold, a - las, in yon green field, Down a down, hey -
ag og
- down, hey - down; They were as black as ‘thfi might be, With a
- down, hey - down; There lies a knight, slain un -der his shield, With a
A a
ELT EL =e z = amy jeree tse
5 a 2 jawed Eels
© a, aoa i
“an _——__ + —+ —— > ee g ta
con, eMac scestes And one of them said to his mate, ‘‘ Where shall we our
GOWD3 sataareetse His hounds lie down be - side his feet, So well do they their
ee
break - fast take!’ With a down der - ry, der - ry, der - ry down, down.
mas - ter keep, With a down der « ry, dor - ry, der - ry down, down.
His faithful hawks so near him fly, She lifted up his ghastly head,
Down a down, hey-down, hey-down; Down a down, hey-down, hey- down!
No bird of prey dare yenture nigh, And kiss’d his wounds that were so red,
With a down. With a down.
But see! there comes a fallow doe. She buried him before the prime,
And to the knight she straight doth go, And died herself, ere even-song time,
With a down derry, derry, derry down, down. With a down derry, derry, derry down, down.

a
NEAR WOODSTOCK TOWN.

17th Century.
Andante.
Near Wood-stock town in Ox-ford - shire, As I walk’d forth to take the
a air, To view
ae
the fields and
eS
wmea-dows round, Me-thoughtI heard
a a mourn-ful
sound. Down by a erys - tal riv-er side, A gallant bow = er LI” ‘esi-
Sse
- pied, Where a fair la - dy madegreat
St
SSS moan, Withmany a bit - ter sigh and groan.
6 Alas!’’ quoth she, ‘‘ my love’s unkind, The lady round the meadow ran,
My sighs and tears he will not mind! And gather’d flowers as they sprang;
But he is cruel unto me, Of every sort she there did pull,
Which causes all my misery. Until she got her apron full.
Soon after he had gained my heart, The green turf served her as a bed,
He cruelly did from me depart ; And flowers a pillow for her head;
Another maid he does pursue, She laid her down and nothing spoke,
And to his vows he bids adieu.” Alas! for love her heart was broke.
A THOUSAND A YEAR.
Mrs, P, MILLARD. .
Allegretto.
ne - ver shall have _ it I fear, What a man should I be, And what
things would I see, Oh veat if had a thousand a year, Gaf - fer
=- SSS ==SS SSeeseees

: ===
fen =
Green, Oh, if I had a thou-sand a year.”” “The best
wish you can make, takemy word, Ro-bin Ruff, Will not pay for your bread and your
2 BERS A AES Spee eal ee

beer; But be hon-est and true, and say what you would do, If you had got a
—=—E—
== or SG
es
thou-sand a year, Ro-bin Ruff, If you had got a thou-sand a year P”
‘‘T would do then, I cannot tell what, Gaffer Green, ‘‘T never can tell what you’re at, Gaffer Green,
I would go to, I hardly know where; For your questions are always 80 queer;
I would scatter the chink, and leave others to think, But as other folks die, I suppose so must I——’” :
While I lived on a thousand a year, Gaffer Green.” ‘What, and give up your thousand a year, Robin Ruff!
** And when you are aged and gray, Robin Ruff, There’s a world that is better than this, Robin Ruff,
When the day of your death should draw near, [gains, |And I hope in my heart you'll go there,
What ’midst all your pains, would you do with your Where the poor man’s as great, tho’ he’d here no estate,
If you then had a thousand a year, Robin Rutf ?”’ Aye, as if he’d a thousand a year, Robin Ruff,”

m GAye =. O RUDDIER THAN THE CHERRY.

Allegro. ESA HANDEL,
Spee ee = ————
==. eo = eee ae a Seea
me ee
O rud-dierthan the cher-ry! Osweet-er thanthe ber-ry! O rud-dierthan the

St os ne a a, 5 a te ea Se th
i. ee ee 42—y—_
kh _
ee = ee ——s asi = z—-
chet-ry} O sweet-er than the ber-ry! Onymphmore brightthan moonshine night, Like
kidlings blithe and mer = of O nymph more blithe than moonshine night, Like
Ba ———
kidlings blitheand mer-ry, like kidlings blitheand mer-ry, like kidlings blitheand mer-ry! O
rud-dier than the cher-ry! O sweet-er than the ber-ry! O rud-dier thanthe cher-ry! O
sweet -er than the ber -ry! sweet-er than the
eas Meereg =
TS ime rr
= - - ry, blithe and
ciea cosae
mer - aoeO nymph more bright than moon-shine night, Like kid - lings blithe ‘S mer -ry!
: a Sw ie eae 9 CBS tin
eb = SSS
SS SS Stes
Ripe as the melt-ing clus-ter, No lily has such lustre, Yet hard to tame, As
. te © ose
ree
rag - ing flame, And fierce as storms that blus - ter! Yet hard to tame, As
SS Se ss s=—=
SS
rag - ing flame, And fierce as storms that blus - -
===
- - . = - - - - - =e he - - - ter! Yet hard to tame, As
ae = ~ eu. WN:
BS S25 SS = ee
Bema ees — es ae ez eee
Say = Keener ereoeSr
Roan meamoncomeen erresen
rag -ing flame, And fierce as storms that blus - ter! O
100 BEST bi Bese OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.
NOW PHQABUS SINKETH IN THE WEST.

MILTON. Dr. ARNE.
& S| ag
= cit a ae
a meee
Inay
Now Phoe- bus sinketh in the Betis Wel - cume song and wel - come jest,
-§——| SSN —- peers
= tee *=f=e— ae ees ee
——— Se
2 = —— —— Oo
Mid - nightshout and re - vel - ry, Tip - sy ee
Pm jol - li - ty,
=Se
2 See tes
ee e eS ae Bass ee ==
Mid- night shout and re - vel-ry, Tip - sy dance and Jol. = lier
aT a Fe ro = et puseeres, Taso —_—F—_, ——-+——
. Now Phee - bus sink - eth in the west,
(=
gh
SSeS
ae ee ee
:
er ae
e en |ee ee ee
SS peg Bs
ae
=a
Wel- come song and wel - come jest, Mid - nightshout and re - vel - ry,
Se a ae Seaoes ee
aa
Tip sy ame and jol - li = ty.
=
Braid your locks with
—-++——_»—__: Sad =
ee — = ga oe eee ee
ro - sy twine, Drop - ping o - dours, drop - ping wine, Braid your locks..........
_— piu lento.
=
a
Rens
==
Gaitones dtsndesersare
ctreacameessrerede |WItD
areas Sa
ee a
-
eee
sy twine, Drop - pingSS

o -
2nd time. Fret
“eS tempo _— i 4
es Sar EER ee BTa4 oy — —— i
ie >
pees bene eae aes = =
|
drop - ping wine, Drop - ping o - dours, drop - ping wine.
Andante.
: So en =p, > ane oo
<= iF == =e
Ri - gour now is gone to bed, And ad - vice with scrup - ’lous head; q
—
Strict age and sour Boe 1S | 4 sale ia With their grave

D. C. ab SEGNO, S: AL FINE.
fN 2 Ds
Saws in slum - ber lie, With their grave saws in slum - ber lie.
THE WOLF.
. er ‘ SHIELD.
Andantino, a e fen 3
2 | Se eee ee ae Pa ee
ae ee oe aware
Sie —
4 i icon oe ican i
At the peace - ful mid - night honr, Ev - "ry sense and
—
ey = ry) pow.r, Fet - ter’d lies in dow - ny _ sleep, Then our
aa = i. °
care - ful watch we _ keep, Then our care - ful watch we keep.
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION] e
THE WOLF.—Continued.
Andante. x a ae ]
———— ———— = _—— aa eee

gy gine
——heae
While the wolf, in night - ly prowl, Bays the moon with
Hid-MCOUSmmEEDOW late cesscctscereossercesais While the wolf, in night - ly prowl,
ea theane
moon hid - eoushea While Eie Satn in night-ly prowl,
no as e sist - ance; Si - lence, si - lence, or you meet your fate,
__Jew - els, your jew - els, cash, and plate, your jew - els, cash, and
= a=
= eae =
plate, your jew - els, cash, and plate.
Locks, bolts, and bars soon fly ~ sun - der,

= ae
Sf
Locks, bolts, and bars soon
Sei
fly a = sun = der, Then to ri - fle, rob, and plun - der, Then to
ar ek Sin
——
A ea ie a
a
LOmmLOD ANG we “PlUN =) er, ..c3isssseserareeheansaccwcamecssaionvexcwtsee
teense fea
Gah €, and ~
bars soon - sun- ais Then to
—_- = ae hi ae “4s
== =k =
=) fey ee rob, and plan - der, to
fle, rob, and plun - der, to TT), =) fie}. rob, and plun - der.
SS
WE ALL LOVE A PRETTY GIRL UNDER THE ROSE.

Dr. ARNE.
Tempo moderato.
fy $$ —_—. _____ —— —
(i= ional
Se
Od’s, neigh-bour, ne’er blush for a tri - fle like this, What harm with a
a Sree SI)
ss a SS SSS
Shas Sg == =a ne
fair one to toy to kiss? The great - est, he grav - est
ia ee
; cres.
5 2
Ce eg i (ee cian anaaRSSSE
truce with grim-ace) Would do the same thing, would do the same thing, Would
Oye ee ee ae pe ER, es Rey |Baws Ge ee eeee pees

eos a ee Sa : o_o
do the same thing, were they in the same place. Od’s, neigh-bour, ne’er blush for a
(a Se ee oot =
passe + =
a
ee gee eg eee bee eee
tri - fle like this, What harm with -a fair one to toy and to kissP The
cseés.
Beek. plete Teese Hed ae pene ee i ear a ee sae
—Ree eth AS TI EN STO
Se Se
o._4__
9. = se
Se
Soe es a eee
gpreat-est, the grav-est (a truce with grim-ace) Would do the same thing, would
ee ee ee wewee eee ee
do the same thing, Would do the same thing, were eel in the same place. No
SSR RS ARRESTAEE ATTIRE, CEI, WSR — a i 7 Se
a z prada eS =~
ea ee - Ser ea, a EET BESET eG
age, no pro- fes- sion, no sta - tion is free; To sov’ - reign beau - ty man-
is — ue ad lib.
a ee ee ee
- kind bends the knee! That pow-er_ re - sist- less, no strengthcan oppose— We
——— Srwece <mconr eeowncain eee

Deas ee Oe ee eee .
all love a Dre ty girl der the rose, un - der the _ rose,
ea lib. : +
(oases SS
- der the rose, love a pret- ty girl un - der the rose.
T. COOKE.
Bape ae oe
Andante maestoso.
oe
GE z
ces creo Ss c —
i Fol . ie him, nor fear - ful deem, Dan - ger ee as
in gip - sy
2. From rus - tic swains the pet - ty bribe, Pet - ty gen from cot or
ee a a
———— ee
. guile, ~ Bude and law - less tho’ we seem, Sim - ‘ple ee we
farm, Con - tent dose wan - d’ring gip = sy tribe, Who the tray’ - ler
—————— Ss
epee ==
eee r=
ee SSE
: bear the while. Rob - ber fierce nor thief is here, Who shroud by night in
ne - yer harm, Then, nor thief, nor rob - ber fear, Who shroud by night in
SAFELY FOLLOW HIM.—Continued.

p — ee
beh — tae = Se SS SS SS
gacal #
¥a i= —— — cP TS
sav - age den ; Fear - less, then, o’er moss - es drear, Gloom - y
sav - age den ; But thro’ moss - es dank and drear, Bar - ren
ee a a ——J
== SSz—o@ =. es.
od thick - et, dark -some glen : .
iat ait en ee con Safe - ly follow him, safe - ly fol - low him,
ss #
safe - ly, safe - ly fol - low hin, el) Soe ee =o9h Wes - =
= mf cres >
——S SS EE aa ae Se Ga me ee = SI
= ee
Se
eens ai z a ee Re (ETS, 4
Bi) ensonenieneenan: - z soe
re
ae
= z
fol bad low him, safe * ly fol e low, fol ie low PIM Ais Gibradacs toons oece doses
17th Century.
=== =
1. When I sur - vey the world a-round, The wond’-rousthings that
2. Now what do you say to these cans of wood? Ob, no, in faith, they
=a, alte
zee SED, ee vane =
do a- bound, The ships that on the sea, do swim, To keep out

can - not be good, For if the bear - er fall by the way, Why on the
———— Se
ee SESE EST =
foes that none come in; Well, let them all say what they can, ’Twas
ee ee
ground your li - quor doth lay; But had it been in a lJleather bot- tél, Al -
== — Se
or one end— _ the use of man, . : *
- though he had fal - len aie Wade tee wall 8o ee wish |Rite 195 eae
—=_ ara
(SS sa ai eres
eS ae
Sea a a TP
- e’er he dwell, That first found out the lea = ther bot - tél.
Then what do you say to these glasses fine? At morn the haymakers sit them down,
Oh, they shall have no praise of mine, To drink from their bottles of ale nut-brown ;
For if you chance to touch the brim, In summer, too, when the weather is warm,
Down falls the liquor and all therein ; A good full bottle will do them no harm.
But had it been in a leather bottél, Then the lads and lasses begin to tattle,
And the stopper in, all had been well. But what would they be without this bottle ?
So I wish him joy where’er he dwell, So I wish him joy where’er he dwell,
That first found out the leather bottél. That first found out the leather bottél.
Then what do you say to those black pots threo? And when the bottle at last grows old,
If a man and his wife should not agree, And will good liquor no longer hold,
Why they tug and pull till the liquor doth spill; Out of the sides you may make a clout,
In a leather bottél they may tug their fill, To mend your shoes when they’re worn out 5
And pull away till their hearts do ache, Or take and hang it up on a pin,
And yet their liquor no harm can take. ’T will serve to put hinges and odd things in,
So I wish him joy where’er he dwell, So I wish him joy where’er he dwell,
That first found ont the leather bottél. That first found out the leather bottél,

THE BRITISH GRENADIERS.

TRADITIONAL.
ito, “=>
Allegro con spir
== —-—
Some talk of Al -ex - an = der, And some of Her - cu - les, Of
‘ ae= eas a paree =— =
a = ee ee E
es — ee Oe 2 ao
Hec-tor and Ly - san - der, And such great names as ‘these; But of
——
all the world’s brave he - roes There’s none that ean com - _ pare With a
SS ee oe
i aint
ee
a
ee ee,
ot
SS SSS
EES Stine fear
panel
Ge
Tae,
pained
SSS ae
wae
a
=== —=
Ce
tow row row row row row To the Bri - tish Gre- na = dier,
Whene’er we are commanded, Then let us fill a bumper,

To storm the palisades, And drink a health to those
Our leaders march with fusees, Who carry caps and pouches,
And we with hand-grenades ; And wear the louped clothes.
We throw them from the glacis May they and their commanders
About the enemies’ ears, Live happy all their years,
Sing tow row row row row row, With a tow row row row row row,
The British Grenadiers. For the British Grenadiers.
DULCE DOMUM.
(Winchester College.) 17th Century.
In moderate time. : —
a Seay (a ae Sa) = 2: aes eee ie
1.Con - ci -na - mug fo) pol co Ghy S ibe EK - ja! quid
2. Ap - pro- pin - quat Sl ae
CCie= "Coleman. i G Ibbe Ho -" ra gau < di
SS Se = = a
—_ tr
=
=
ae an eres a
Qn
Qo
2a ae SARE a serie oe
==
- le - = mus Mey a igh 4 35 can - ti - cum
- 0 Dol - ce me - los
- = rum; Post gra - ve te - dium Ad =" ye >= "nits ions
CHORUS.
Do - mum Dul - ce Do - mum.... Te : so - ne - mus.

iw i - Ta We = ta =pe =) die ~ ) taiee la - bo - wer Do - mum, Do - mum,
VERSE.
+.
Jen tment =o eae mae =
=.= +
Dul - ce Do - mun, Do - mum, Do - mun, Dul - ce Do - mum, Dul - ce,
ee
CHORUS.
“fot eee a e
eg dee e ee a
Dul - ce, Dul - ce Do - mun, Dul - ce Do - mum re - sO- ne - mus,
Musa! libros mitte, fessa ; Heus! Rogere! fer caballos:

Mitte pensa dura: Eja! nunc eamus ;
Mitte negotium ; Limen amabile,
Jam datur otium : Matris et oscula,
Me mea mittito cura. Suaviter et repetamus.
Chorus.—Domum, Domum, &e. Chorus.—Domum, Domum, &e.
Ridet annus, prata rident: Concinamus ad Perates ;
Nosque rideamus. Vox et audiatur :
Jam repetit Domum Phosphore! quid jubar,
Daulias advena : Segnius emicans,
Nosque Domum repetamus. Gaudia nostra moratur ?
Chorus.—Domum, Domum, &« : Chorus.—Domum, Domum, &c.
JOCKEY TO THE FAIR.

OLD ENGLISH MELODY.
= S555
Allegretto. ve =
Le
‘ 1. ’T was on the morn of sweet May-day, When Na - ture paint - ed
2 The cheer - ful par - ish bells had rung, With ea - ger steps he
SS SS SS
all things gay, Taught birds to sing, and lambs to play, And
trudg’d a - long, Sweet flow - ‘ry gar - lands round him hung, Which
deck’d the mea - dows fair ; Young Jock - ey ear! aa aly;

shep - herds usd to wear. He tapp’d the win - dow,
in the morn, A -- rose and tripp’d it o’er the lawn ; His

**haste my dear,’ Jen = ny im - pa - tient cried ‘*who’s’ there?” ‘Tis
ee gee
waeweeee
eee
a ge ==
—————— pro
Sun - day coat the youth put on, For Jen - ny had yvow’d a -
ES my love, and no one near, Step gent - ly down, you've
a ——— = —_
Sa Ls —_—— —-
- Way to run With Jock - ey to the fair, For

naught to fear, With Jock - ey to the fair, Step
—___S__s\—_
a =
ae ee — Je Saree
Jen-ny had vow’d a - way to run, With Jock ~. ey to the fair.

gent - ly down, you’ve naught to fear, With Jock - ey to the fairs”
** Behold the ring!’’ the shepherd cried, Soon did they meet a jayful throng,
‘¢ Will Jenny be my charming bride ? Their gay companions blithe and young $
Let Cupid be our happy guide, Each joins the dance, each joins the song,
And Hymen meet us there !’” To hail the happy pair.
Then Jockey did his vows renew; What two were e’er so fond as they!
He would be constant, would be true, All blest the kind, propitious day,
His word was pledg’d—away she flew, The smiling morn and blooming May,
With cowslips sparkling with the dew, When lovely Jenny ran away
With Jockey to the fair. With Jockey to the fair.
THOSE EVENING BELLS.

THOMAS MOORE, BALFE.
22S SS
Pensively and in moderate time.
Those evn - ing bells, those evn - ing bells, How ma - ny a
eee
SoS
ee
= 2 eeeat = meses ae
tale their mu -. sic tells, Of youth and home and that sweet
ee a5 Soay nae.
time, When last I heard their sooth - ing chime, Of youth and
eee home and that sweet time, When last I heard their sooth - ing chime!
Those joyous hours are pass’d away, And so ’twill be when I am gone,
And many a heart, that then was gay, That tuneful peal will still ring on,
Within the tomb now darkly dwells, While other bards shall walk these dells,
And hears no more those ev’ning bells. And sing your praise, sweet ev’ning bells,

THE YOUNG MAY MOON.

THOMAS MOORE. OLD IRISH.
Allegretto.
2
—_—__—
=> —_- -
1. The young May moon is beam - ing, love, The glow - worm’s lamp
2. Now
is
all the world is sleep - ing, love, But the sage, his star - watch
CN
= —— soe es — —
rae See == LE PLEATS (EPO TGC as eae
gleam - ing, love, How sweet to rove Thre’ Mor - na’s grove, While the
keep - ing, love, drow - sy
And I, whose star, More glo-ri - ous far, Is the eye from that
a a ; =
aaa Se =
—
world is dream - ing, love. Then a - wake! theheay’ns look bright, my
casement dear, ’Tis
peep - ing, love. Then a - wake! till rise ° sun, my dear, The
ne - ver too latefor de - light, . my dear, And the best of all ways
Sa To
- ge’s glasswe'll shun, my dear, Orwin. watch - ing the flight Of
~ tempo.
=o sees =e ————— fee foltease een, Gees
te
CU
length-en our days, Is to steal a few hours from the night,

bo - dies my dear.
of light, He might hap - pen to take thee for one, my dear.
AND YE SHALL WALK IN SILK ATTIRE.

SUSANNA BLAMIRE. ANONYMOUS.
Andantino espressivo.
And ye shall walk in silk at - tire, And sil - ler ha’e to

—_—__- ——-— R
——_ —-—— ena
a | eee See ee ——————— Bebe
Se es, PER Tues a
Si ee Eee Sas ae gates ee Pee = tn gacnes One —
spare, Gin ye ll con - sent to be his bride, Nor think on
crown, Gin frae my love I part ? And ye shall walk in
- sent to be his bride, Nor think on Do - nald mair.
The mind whose meanest wish is pure, His mind and manners wan my heart,
Far dearer is to me; He gratefu’ took the gift;
And ere I’m forc’d to break my faith, And did I wish to see it back,
Pll lay me down and dee. It wad be waur than theft ;
For I ha’e vow’d a virgin’s vow For langest life ean ne’er repay
My lover’s fate to share ; The love he bears to me;
And he has gi’en to me his heart, And ere I’m fore’d to break my faith,
And what can man do mair ? I'll lay me down and dee.
And ye shall walk, &c. And ye shall walk, &.
WE BE THREE POOR MARINERS.

2 16th Century.
— se
1. We be three poor mar - i - ners, New - ly come from seas; We spend our
2. We care not for those mar - tial men That do our states dis - dain; But we care
a lives in
ee
jeo - par - dy,
ee
ee While o - thers live in ease. Shall “we go dance the
for the mer-chant-men Who do our states main - tain. To them we dance this
round, a-round, a-round? Shall we go dance the round, a-round, a-round?And he that
round, a-round, a-round, To them we dance this round, a-round, a-roundPAnd he that
a bul - ly* boy, Come pledge me on this ground, a ground, a ground.

* A jolly fellow.
SMILE AGAIN, MY BONNIE LASSIE.

J. PARRY, SEN.
1. Smile a- gain, my bon - nie Jas, - sie, Las - sie, smile a - gain,
2, Fare thee well, my bon - nie las - sie, Las - sie, fare thee well;
FINE
a oes et SS = aes
eK parihdiere ial 2
Pri - thee, do not frown, sweet las = sie, For it gives me pain.
Time will show thee, bon - nie las = sie, More thantongue can tell.
pa ee 8 eee
=== = S asaS Se
aes
SS
S—e
:
a soo ag = oss 2
ad :
If to love thee too sin - cere - ly Be a fault in me, =>
Tho’ we’redoom’d by fate to se - ver, (And *tis hard to part),
.— | ro = SS SS SS Se ——
Sa ==aa ee =Oe Sg puss aces hice
ORS me so gse- vere - ly Is not kind in ' thee. Then
LOS pe
Still, believe me, thou shalt e - ver Own wy faith - ful heart. Then
IF THOWLT- BE MINE.
THOMAS MOORE. Oup IRISH,
4 Moderato. — ae ee ay. aa i a
Sarena Giese omer ei Oe Oe a
Cees ae
= a ee SS ae a Se
dice dt thou’lt be mine, _ the trea-sures of air, Of earth, and sea, _ shall
flow’rs shallbloom wher - 6 - ver Wwe Trove, A voice di - vine shall
2. Bright
eS
$eSS SSee SS
=
2S
ee
eee
lie at thy feet; What in
- e-ver Fan - cy’s eye looks fair, Or in MHope’s sweet
shall look
stars like worlds of love, And this earth be
talk in eachstream, The
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a Saas ee Say pase ae=
35 =
(= = Sa ees eee
a2 eee =2— = ._—_ ero
=
righ =) SS
ee a
- sic sounds most sweet,Shall be ours— if thou wilt be mine, love!

mu
beau - ti- ful dream In our eyes— if thou wilt be mine, love!
all one
And thoughts whose source is hidden and high, All this and more the Spirit of Love
Like streams that come from heavenward hills, Can breathe o’er them who feel his spell ;
Shall keep our hearts, like meads that lie, That heav’n which forms his home above,
To be bath’d by those eternal rills, He can make on earth, wherever he dwells,
Ever green, if thou wilt be mine, love! As thou’lt own, if thou wilt be mine, love!

THE BUSH ABOON TRAQUAIR.

W. CRAWFORD. Op ScorcxH.
—— SS :
eae.
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a ——— 5 oo _
——————$ $$$,
Se
=e o aa
1. Hear me, ye nymphs, and €Va.- ZY, eswains Ll tell how Peg - gy
2. That day she smil’d, and made me glad, No maid seem’d @ - ver
aaa asin
es Se ee =— === |e —
ae = SS a ao Seen ———_ —— —
} grieves me; Tho’ thus I lan - guish and com - plain, A - las! she
kind - er; I thought my - self the luck - iest lad, So sweet - ly
— =~ —- | ee ee eee pj Spar
= —_—_——— a _ eas See
ee = ag es See bee ere aes ree
7 | wnerer be - lieves me. My vows and sighs, like si -
there to
lent
find her. I tried to soothe my am - ’rous
ea eee ee
a ae ee
wes] ee wee eee reel

air, Un - heed - ed ne - ver MOVE cetsanceestvees her, The bon - nie
flame, In words that Dees: thought ten - - der ; iby more there
—_—_——. 2
ae ae:
sae
ec
bush a : boon.......... Tra- quair, Twas there I first did love her.
pass’d, I’m TOL eererercte to blame, I meant not to of - fend her.
Yet now she scornful flies the plain, Ye rural powers, who hear my strains,
The fields we then frequented ; Why thus should Peggy grieve me ?
If e’er we meet, she shows disdain, Oh, make her partner in my pains,
She looks as ne’er acquainted. Then let her smiles relieve me,
The bonnie bush bloom’d fair in May, If not, my love will turn despair,
Its sweets I’ll aye remember ; My passion no more tender;
But now her frowns make it decay, I'll leave the bush aboon Traquair,
It fades as in December. To lonely wilds I'll wander.
CAULD KAIL IN ABERDEEN.

THE DUKE or GORDON OLD Scorcr.
Allegro.
j= ——————— = ee
Ti Diente Te os oe
There’s cauld kail in A - ber- deen, An’ eus-tocks in Stra’ - bo - gie, Whaur
Seae meee ee
g eae e = See =
ee ———
Ra e
———— — a ae —
il -'ka lad maun hae his lass, But x I maun hae my co - gie, eee
————— eS
SSs bao ee = Se ge
= ee —————
ag ee
———— a re
——4- at ene ee Sane ate ae = —— oe
I maun hae my COR-SO1e,msIrs. | mL can - na want my COW k=" SO1els aed:
John - nie Smith has got a wife Wha scrimps him coe his CO o>) cies web at
cae = sae Ome SO ere SS

aoe 4 2S a ee ee |
wad - na gie my three-girr’d cog For a’ the wives in Bo - gie, ~~
were she mine, up - on my life Id dook her in a bo - gie.
Another version.
There’s cauld kail in Aberdeen, Thus merrily my time I pass
And bannocks in Stra’ bogie ; With spirits brisk and vogie,
But naething drives awa’ the spleen Blest wi’ my buiks and my sweet lass,
Sae weel’s a social cogie. My cronies, and my cogie.
That mortal’s life nae pleasure shares Then haste and gie’s an auld Scots sang,
Wha broods o’er a’ that’s fogie ; Siclike as Kath’rine Ogie ;
Whane’er I’m fasht wi’ wardly cares A gude auld sang comes never wrang
I drown them in a cogie, When o’er a social cogie,
BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS. 1¢9
His .OWRE THE: HILLS,

OLD JACOBITE AIR.
qi 8: Moderato. ee . es ao al ; 2 tou
a ==
He’s owre the hills that I lo’e weel, He’s owre the hills wa daur-na name, He’s
nO
+Rem eal —s— a So 8 ae a go kes ee ee
ee = a ae ey eee 2s = aa ee ee
A ECT |k,n al ape - fa)
Leal ah a
; owre the hills a - yont Dum-blane,Wha soon will get his wel - come hame, pick
5
<A SR SRA” 22S
(22 SS NSE es
2
ifome ercecmn nites ie Se ae SSOreaes
=Sa
ge
ee
ee
Eas Seal
Sa a
ee eeecto
ql" SSSe gee
Qo Se gy
O area ees
© ey eee
fa - ther’s gane to fecht for him, My brith-ers win - na bide at hame, My
s
Whigs may scoff, The Whigs may jeer, But, ah! that love maun be sin-cere Which
ee = a=
ee mith - er greets and prays for them, And ’deed she _ thinks they’re no’ to blame.
still keeps trne what - e’er be-~- tide, An’ for his sake leaves a’ be = side,
His right these hills, his right these plains, Sae noble a look, sae princely an air,
O’er Highland hearts secure he reigns; | Sae gallant and bold, sae young and sae fair ;
What lads e’er did, our lads will do, | Oh, did ye but see him, ye’d do as we’ve done,
Were I a lad, I'd follow him too. Hear him but ance, to his standard you'll run.
He’s owre the hills, &c. | He’s owre the hills, &c.
MUIRLAND WILLIE.
Amended by BURNS. 17th Century.
Allegro. — pe ,
Oh, hear-ken,and I will tell you how Young Muir-land Wil-lie cam’ here to woo, Tho’
he could nei - ther say nor do; The truth I tell to ss: you. But
————
es ae Pie eae ees
ae =age oy.
aye he cries, What-e’er betide, Mag~-gie I’se hae to be my bride, With a
—7
fal adage ra: fal lal da ra _ ia, fal lal da ral lal da ral la.
On his gray yade, as he did ride, The maid put on her kirtle brewn,
Wi’ dirk and pistol by his side, She was the brawest in a’ the town;
He prick’d her on wi’ meikle pride, I wat on him she didna gloom,
Wi’ meikle mirth and glee, But blinkit bonnilie.
Out o’er yon moss, out o’er yon muir, The lover he stended up in haste,
Till he cam’ to her daddie’s door, - And gript her hard about the waist,
With a fal da ra, &c. With a fal da ra, &c.
**Gudeman,’’ quoth he, ‘‘ be ye within ? The maiden blush’d and bing’d fu’ law,
I’m come your dochter’s love to win, She hadna will to say him na,
I carena for making meikle din, But to her daddie she left it a’,
What answer gi’e ye me?” - As they twa could agree.
** Now, wooer,”’ quoth he, “‘ would ye light down, The lover gi’ed her the tither kiss,
T’ll gi’e ye my aochter’s love to win, Syne ran to her daddie, and tell’d him this,
With a fal da ra, &c. With a fal da ra, &c.
Now, wcever, sin’ ye are lighted down, The bridal day it came to pass,
Where do ye won, or in what town? Wi’ mony a blythesome lad and lass ;
I think my dochter winna gloom But siccan a day there never was,
On sic a lad as ye.” Sic mirth was never seen.
The wooer he stepp’d up the house, This winsome couple straked hands,
And wow but he was wond’rous crouse, Mess John tied up the marriage bands,
With a fal da ra, &. With a fal da ra, &c.
WHEN THE KING COMES OWRE THE WATER.

LADY KEITH. OLD JACOBITE AIR,
Moderato. = =
= = a ma == eee ee —-— |
ee ees ee
a ee ee
iiss Ge may sit in my we croo house, At the rock and the reel to
ds ONews Sweyheh > Tel b ae to see the day, That I hae begg’d and
Nien i]
&:5 md or : 3
eS SSSere
a
SS<=
i teetoil fu’ drea - ry; I may think on the day that’sgane, And sigh and
bege’d fra Heav’n, Tl fling my rock and reel a- way, And dance and
oe a
y= are sea oe
sab till us grow wea - ry. I ne’er could brook, I ne’er could brook A
sing frae morn till e- ven. For there is ane, it win - a name, That
foreign loon to own or flat - ter, But I will sing & -
comes the reign - ing bike to scatter, And Vu put OTe TY,
(See See sS=

eA! shat
- nith -
SS
er
=—s
sang,
~~
That day
—S
our King comes owre the wa - ter.

bri - dal gown, That day our King comes owre the wa ~ ter.
I hae seen the guid auld day, Oh, curse on dull and drawling Whig,
The day o’ pride and chieftain glory, The whining, ranting, low deceiver,
When Royal Stuarts bore the sway, Wi’ heart sae black and look sae big,
And ne’er heard tell o’ Whig nor Tory. And canting tongue o’ clishmaclaver.
Though lyart be my locks and gray, My father was a good lord’s son,
And eil’d has crook’d me down, what matter P My mother was an earl’s daughter,
T’ll dance and sing ae ither day, And I'll be Lady Keith again,
That day our King comes owre the water. That day our King comes owre the water.
THE WEE, WEE GERMAN LAIRDIE.

OLD JACOBITE AIR.
1. Wha the deil hae we got - ten for a King, But a wee, wee Ger - man
2. And he’s clap - pit down in our gude-man’s{chair, The wee, wee Ger - man
SSS SS
=
=a jae — — ss =
fate araee ee a ead lee ae fase eee
Lair - die; When we gaedowre to bring him hame, He was del - vin’in his Kail
Lair - die; And he’s brought forth o’ his foreign trash, And dib- bledthem in his
(== yar - die.

SSS
He was sheugh-ine kail and lay - ing leeks, With - out the hose and
yar - die. He’s pu’d the rose Ce) Eng- lish loons, And brok’nthe harp (0)
(=SSS9 ===
put the breeks, And up his beg-gar
Se eee
duds he cleeks, This wee, wee Ger- man Lair - die.
I-rish clowns, But our Scotch this-tle will jag histhumbs, This wee, wee Ger - man Lair - die.
Come up amang onr hieland hills, Auld Scotland, thou art ower cauld a hole
Thou wee, wee German Lairdie, For nursin’ siccan vermin ;
And see the Stuart’s lang kail thrive, ‘ But the very dogs in England’s court,
They hae dibbled in our kail yardie. They bark and howl in German.
And if a stock ye daur to pu’, Then keep thy dibble in thy ain hand,
Or hand the yokin’ 0’ a plough, Thy spade but and thy yardie,
We'll break your sceptre owre your mon, For wha the deil now claims your land
Ye feckless German Lairdie. But a wee, wee German Lairdie.
COME, SEND ROUND THE WINE.

THOMAS MOORE.
Con spirito. Oup Irisu,
1. Come, send round the and leaye points OL Sabemaeliek To

2. Shall I ask the brave sol - dier, who fights by my side In the
|
= =
sim - ple- ton sag - es, and reas’ - ning fools; This
cause of man - kind, if > our mo - ment’s a
creeds a= eree p= = Shall 1 give up the
flow’r too fair and brief, To be with - er’d and_ stain’d by the
friend I have vyalu’d and tried, Tighe kneel not be - fore the same
eens eee Se Nhlachs arate ostuae
es ——_——— te
————
== oa ne a or Ee re
dust of theschools. Your glass may be purple, and mine may be blue, But
altar with me? From the here - tic girl of my soulshould I fly, To
_———
a
ee
Pe en cee = >————
while they are fill’d from the same bright bowl, The fool whowouldquarrel for
seek some-where else a more ortho - dox kiss? No, pe - rish the hearts and
:Se
= ==
-—— =
diff’-rence of hue, De - serves not the com - fort they
the shed o’er the soul.
laws that try Truth, valour, or love, Dyna stand-ard like this!
THE BRAES O°” YARROW,

HAMILTON. ANONYMOUS,
Andantino.
1. Busk ye, busk ye, my bon - nie, bon - nie bride, Busk ye, busk ‘ye, my
2. Weep not, weep not, my bon - nie, bonnie bride, Weep not, weep not, my
“pry Rie:
= SS
Ses a ee
= hee
win = some mar-row, Busk, YOrsse busk ye, my bon-nie, bon-nie bride,
win -
And
some mar-row, Nor let thy heart la - ment to leave’ Pn’
_———_— Seana — -
Sr e== 2 el Laos eae Se, Se > a a =
i
aha
= _-
== =|
le eg ——— pares
—
think nae mair o => the braes of Yar - row. Where

—
- got ye that
ing the birks in the braes of Yar - row. Why doesshe weep, thy
iy
= a a
we
bon - nie, bonnie bride?
Se Se —
r
SS
e
Where got ye that winsome mar-row? I
bon - nie, bonnie bride? ot her
Why doesshe weep, thy Win - some mar-row? And why daur
<— 5 aaa
real
: — -_—@—_ se
dare-na well be seen, Pu’ ing the birks on the braes of Yar-row.
mair weelbe seen, Pu’ - - ing the birks on the braes of Yar-row.
Lang maun she weep, lang, lang maun she weep, Fair was thy love, fair, fair indeed thy love!
Lang maun she weep wi’ dule and sorrow, In flowery bands theu didst him fetter ;
And lang maun I nae mair weel be seen ‘ Though he was fair, and well-beloved again,
Pu’ing the birks on the braes 0’ Yarrow. Than me he did not love thee better.
For she has tint her lover, lover dear, Busk ye, then, busk ye, my bonnie, bonnie bride,
Her lover dear, the cause 0’ sorrow ; Busk ye, busk ye, my winsome marrow,
And I hae slain the comeliest swain ’ Busk ye, and lo’e me on the banks o’ the Tweed,
That e’er pu’ed birks on the braes 0’ Yarrow. And think nae mair o’ the braes 0’ Yarrow,
THE BELLS OF SHANDON.

MAHONY. Op IRIsH.
Andante con moto. ee
oe FEM ai EE = ae Sse pena Conomra as ee
ee ae ——— =o ae 3
1, With deep af - fec - tion and re - col = lec - tion i oft - en
2. I’ye heard bells toll - ing “Old A~-drian’s' mole” in, Their thunders
Pe: eh. ue To hes Og? ; Cate.
i see
eee ——— ———
SS ee
think of those Shan - don bells, Whosesounds so wild would in days of
roll-ing from the Va - ti - can, With cym - bals glo - rious, swing-ing up -
eee $$. a eh es ors N

Bee ee
=e, =e ee ==
SSS RT ATE ESE Sore a OFS Or eg Seren eer
child - hood Fling round my cra - dle their ma - gic spell; On this)
. roar - ious, In the gorge-ous tur - rets of No - tre Dame; But thy sounds were
on = der wher-e’er I wan - der, And then grow fond - er, sweet Cork, of
sweet-er than the dome of Pe - ter Filings o’er the Ti’ - ber, peal-ing so
SN
i amas ee ae a ee
oa ee
EHeC sarees ess ee With thy bells of Shan - don That sound sO
so-lemn - ly. Oh, the bells of _. +Shan -— don Sound far more
== SSS
_f ————— >}——.—— = Re
eee aaa
grand on The -plea - sant wa - ters of the ri - ver iy 2
T’ve heard bells chiming full many a clime in, There’s a bell in Moscow, while on tow’r —d kios
Tolling sublime in cathedral shrine ; In St. Sophia the Turkman gets,
While at a glib rate brass tongues would vibrate, And loud in air call men to prayer
But all their music spoke nought like thine ; From the tap’ring summit of tall minarets.
For mem’ry dwelling on each proud swelling Such empty phantomJ freely grant ’em,
Of thy belfry, knelling its bold notes free, But there’s an anthem more dear to me,
Made the bells of Shandon sound far more grand on ’Tis the bells of Shandon that sound so grand on
The pleasant waters of the river Lee. The pleasant waters of the river Lee.
LASSIE WI? THE LINT-WHITE LOCKS,

BURNS. 17th Century.
% , ea ee ee ee SS ee ee =e
SS = er ee
Las - sie wi’ the lint-white locks, Bon - nie las - sie, art - less las - sie,
$$
= = ke =e ee ee
eS
SS ee
ES
Wi't thon wi? me tent the flocks? Wilt thou be my dearie, O07 OW
— >? Sa ee SS ee
aa mT a ee |
na - turecleads the flow’ - ry _ lea, And a’ is young and sweet like thee; Oh,
when the wel-come sim - mer-showyr,Has cheer’d ilk droop - ing lit - tle flow’r, We’ll
——
eee
== ee ee say thon’lt be my dear - ie, OP?
wilt thoushare its joys wi’ me, And
to the breath - ing wood - bine bow’r At sul - try noon, my dear - ie, OP
* When Cynthia lights wi’ silver ray J And when the howling wintry blast :
The weary shearer’s hameward way, Disturbs my lassie’s midnight rest,
Thro’ yellow waving fields we’ll stray, Enclasped to my faithfu’ breast, : :
And talk o’ love, my dearie, O. T’1l comfort thee, my dearie, O. P
Lassie wi’ the lint-white locks, &c. Lassie wi’ the lint-white locks, &c.
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION.|,
BEST MELODIES CF THE BEST COMPUSERS. 113
KITTY OF COLERAINE,
Vivace. ANONYMOUS.
1. As beau - ti - ful Kit - ty one morn - ing was

6. adj trip - ping With a
sat down be - side her and gent - ly did chide her That
—— = eee ee
==
=
SS |
=a ae r
pitch - er of milk from the fair of Cole - raine,
such a mis - for
When she
-
tune should give her such
SSS
pain ; A
= SS S=
Soe | a et
_———_ ~~ —_ z SEIN oe
saw me she stum bled, The pitch - er it
kiss tum - bled, And
then I gave her; “And «be -=—~fore I did leave her She
———_ = ——
all the sweet but - ter - milk wa - ter’d the plain. ‘Oh!
vow’d for such
what shall I
plea - sure she’d break it a - gain, *Twas hay - mak - ing
— a,
4 ==,
do, now?’Twas look - ing at you, now; Sure, sure, such a pitch - er Ty
sea - 500, I can’t tell the rea - son,
| See
Mis - for-tune will ne - ver
eee
come
peers
“ne'er meet
a
a - gain; ’Twas the

ae
pride
SS
SS Se
o—
of my dai-ry,
a
Oh,
ee
~ Bar
=ISS=
ae
- ney
SS
Mc
Pease
sin - gle, -
’tis plain, For, ve - ry soon af - ter poor Kit - ty’s dis -
a Se eeee
roar ——_2——— ie tgee
- Clea - ry, You’re sent as a plague to the girls of Cole - raine,’’
- as - ter, There was not a pitch - er found whole in Cole - raine,
TAKE BACK THE VIRGIN PAGE.

THOMAS MOORE. Op Ir1sH.
Andante. ors int
1. Take back the vir - gin page, White and Un] ‘= writ - ten still;
2. Yet let me keep the bosk, Oft shall my heart re - new,
ey
SEEIe 5Sees
= a ee Net ee
Some hand more calm and sage, The leaf must matt
When on its leaves I look, Dear thoughts of you.
Cal viten ~
Thoughts come, as pure as light, Pure as evn you re - quire;

Like you, tis fair and bright; Like you, too bright and fair,
But, oh, each word I write, Love turns to fire !

To let wild pas -_ sion write, One wrong wish there.
Haply, when from those eyes And as, o’er ocean far,
Far, far away I roam, Seamen their records keep,
Should calmer thoughts arise Led by some hidden star
Tow’rds you and home; Through the cold deep ;
Fancy may trace some line So may the words I write
Worthy those eyes to meet, Tell thro’ what storms I sitray—
Thoughts that not burn, but shine, You still the unseen light,
Pure, calm, and sweet. Guiding my way.
H
YARICO TO HER LOVER.

Dr. WOLCOTT. F. H. HIMMEL.
Un poco adagio ma non troppo. fe
———
nightspreads her sha - dows a - round, When night spreads her sha - dows a -
When
it shall soothe thee to rest, And will cause thee a_ slum - er pro -
SS SS
song
= 7 S
‘aS a “7 8
as ee eee
Let thy cheek then re pose on my breast, Let thy :

- found;
—— a 3 ie =
ayy FeO Bad Sa el

i heed not thestorm nor the
cheek then re - pose on my breast, Love
On me let their fu ry de - scend, This

rain,
friend, While it shel - ters the life of a friend. Yet
———S SS ee
thou, ah, cru - el - ly fly, Yet shouldst thou, ah, cru - el - ly
shouldst
ver be Thy
(Vea name shall for e -

oever be dear, The
gE Sese
windsshall con - vey. thee a
= sigh, And the
:
-_—_~
ry a tear. The winds shallcon- vey thee a BSH, wae And the
billow shall car-
_ meet aaa mae —— eo
(a
en Toe a
shall car - ry a tear. The winds shall con - vey thee a
bil - low
bil - low shallear- ry a tear, And the bil - low shallcar- ry a

sigh,...... And the
ae
tear, And the bil - low shall car -ry a tear. Q The
winds shall con-vey thee a sigh, And the bil - low shall car - ry @ TOAT....00s000

WHENE’ER I SEE THOSE SMILING EYES.

THOMAS MOORE. Op Irisx.
Tempo moderato. ©
1. When-e’er
— ee =
TI see those smil-ing eyes, So full of hope, and
2. For time will come
~- joy, and light, As
with all itsblights, The ruin-ed hope, the _ friend un-kind, And
=e ry Frage H S|
=o Sc isf
if no cloud could e - ver rise, To dim

love, a heav’n go pure - ly bright; I
that leaves, wher - e’er it lights, A chill’d or burn - ing heart _ be-hind; While
sigh to think how’ soon that brow In grief may lose its ev’ * ry vay, And
youth, that now like snow ap - pears, Ere sul - lied by the dark -’ning rain, When
that lightheart, so joy - ous now, Al - most forget

once it once Was gay.
‘tis touch’d by sor - row’stears, Can ne - ver shine go bright a@- gain
THE EXILE OF ERIN.

THOMAS CAMPBELL.
Oup Irisz.
Slow and with expression,
—— ————————
sea
= So) <gaaes Sea aa EERE ee <r te ——e eo
There came to the beach a poor Ex - ile of EK - rin, The
SS SSS SSS wsael eleven

lon =
dew on his thin robe was hea - vy and chill, For his coun - try he
sigh’d when at twilight re - pair-

SSing,
—
To wander a ~ lone by the
SS SS =
SS
SRG oti a
= ————__ —
wind-beaten hill; Butthe day- star at-tract- ed his eye’s sad de - vo - tion, For it
a
not A SS erento
at —— —— 4 :
—— = see EE
= aa.
rose o’er his own native Isle of the 0 - cean,Where soon in the fire of his
ae le caaas ae =a, Sa a
PLP aS Ser -s-
youth-ful ce - motion, He sang the bold
—
anthem of E - rin go bragh,
**Oh, sad is my fate!”’ said the heart-broken stranger, Oh, where is my cabin door, fast by the wild wood ?
‘The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee; Sisters, and sire, did you weep for its fall ?
But I have no refuge from famine and danger, Oh, where is the mother that look’d on my childhood?
A home and a country remain not to me, And where is the bosom friend dearer than all ?
Ah, never again in the green shady bowers [hours,} Ah, my sad heart! long abandon’d by pleasure,
Where my forefathers liv’d shall I spend the sweet] Why didst thou doat on a fast fading treasure ?
Or cover my harp with the wild-woven flowers, Tears like the raindrop may fall without measure,
And strike the sweet numbers of Erin go bragh, But rapture and beauty they cannot recall,
Oh, Erin, my country, tho’ sad and forsaken, But yet, all its sad recollections suppressing,
In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore ; One dying wish my lone bosom shall draw,
But, alas! in a far foreign land I awaken, Oh, Erin! an exile bequeaths thee his blessing !
And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more, Dear land of my forefathers, Erin go bragh !
Ah, cruel fate! wilt thou never replace me Oh, buried and cold, when my heart stills its motion,
In a mansion of peace, where no perils can chase me ? Green be thy fields, sweetest isle of the ocean,
Ah, never again shall my brothers
, embrace me! And thy harp-striking bards sin g aloud with devotion,
They died to defend me, or live to deplore! Oh, Krin, mavourneen! Erin go bragh!”
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION. ] ~
SMILE AGAIN, MY BONNIE LASSIE,

TRADITIONAL.
A ffetuoso
e : = Sa a oe LT Ten ana RRREUNNENT LN BENE ee) oy
5 | == fl ee SS —
sy ese ee eee En ener Bae ie — os
1. The moon is blink - ing o'er the lea, I ken her horn, my
oA star is peep - in’ o'er the lea, I ken it’s light, my
bon - nie __idas = sie, But ’tis not half sae dear to me <As_ thy sweet
ain dear las - sie; But ah, it looks so lorn though bright,’Tis just like
(Gig fee ee = SS
smile, my bon - nie las - sie. Smile a - gain, oh,
me with - out thee, las -_ sie, Come a@ - gain, oh,
fom as So
ogae ee ee ee en
22Seas SS— a a SS |
SS
smile @® - gain, once Me fegeney, my bon - nie las - sie, There’snought in
come a - gain, once a -_ gain, my bon - nie las « sie, Yll sing a
life sae dear to me as thy sweet smile, my bon - nie las - sie.
song of brigh-ter days when by thy side, my bon - nie las - sid.
THE SOLDIER’S RETURN.

BURNS. ANONYMOUS.
Tempo di marcia moderato.
ay, — a,
I
nen wild war’s dead - ly blast owas blawn, And gen - tle peace re -
~—
2 turn ing, Wi’ mony a sweet babe fa - ther - less, And
mo - ny wi - dow mourn - ing; I left the _ lines and

wees koe eS
$— SD oo BE ee ee =
tent - ed field, Where lang Id _ been a
knap - sack a’ my wealth, A poor and hon - est sodg - er,
At length I reach’d the bonnie glen Sae wistfully she gazed on me,
Where early life I sported ; And lovelier was than ever;
I pass’d the mill and trystin’ thorn Quo’ she, ‘‘ A sodger ance I lo’ed,
Where Nancy oft I courted. Forget him will I never!
Wha spied I but my ain dear maid Our humble cot and hamely fare,
Beside her mother’s dwelling ! Ye freely shall partake o’t ;
And turn’d me round to hide the flood That gallant badge, the dear cockade,
That in my een was swelling. Ye’re welcome for the sake o’t.””
Wi’ alter’d voice, quoth I, Sweet lass, She gazed—she redden’d like a rose,
Sweet as yon hawthorn’s blossom; Syne pale as ony lily ;
Oh, happy, happy may he be Then sank within my arms, and cried,
That’s dearest to thy bosom! “* Art thou my ain dear Willie ?”’
My purse is light, I’ve far to gang, “* By Him who made yon sun and sky,
And fain I’d be thy lodger, By Whom true love’s regarded,
I’ve served my king and country lang; I am the man! and thus may still
Tak’ pity on a sodger.”’ True lovers be rewarded.”
AS A BEAM O’ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS.

THOMAS MOORE.
Oxp IrRIsx.
cold heart to Tee runs dark - ly the while.
One fatal remembrance , one sorrow that throws,

Its bleak shade alike o’er our joys and our woes,
To which life nothing dark er or brighter can bring,
For which joy has no balm, and affliction uo sting.
Oh, this thought in the mid st of enjoyment will stray,

Like a dead, leafless branch in the summer’s bright ray;
The beams of the warm sun play round it in vain,
It may smile in his light, bu t it blooms not again.
MY BOY, TAMMIE.
HECTOR MAOCNEIL.
Oxup Scorcu.
Maestoso.
Mea - dow green an’ >

moun -
.
tain gray,
SSE
this young thing, Just come frae her ma
-mmie,’
““Whaur’ gat ye that young thing, The smile gaed aff her bonnie face—
My boy, Tammie ?” ‘I maunna leave my mammie.
**T got her down in yonder howe, She’s gi’en me meat, she’s gi’en me claes,
Smiling on a broomie knowe, She’s been my comfort a’ my days :—
Herding ae wee lamb and ewe, My father’s death brought mony waes!
For her puir mammie.” I canna leave my mammie.’
** What said ye to the bonnie bairn, We’ll tak’ her hame and mak’ her fain,
My boy, Tammie ?”’ My ain kind-hearted lammie.
‘‘T praised her een, sae lovely blue, We'll gie her meat, we'll gi’e her claes,
Her dimpled cheek and cherry mow’ ; We'll be her comfort a’ her days.
An’ pree’d it aft, as ye may trow !— The wee thing gi’es her hand, and says,
She said she’d tell her mammie, ‘There! gang and ask my mammie,’”
I held her to my beating heart, ** Has she been to the kirk wi’ thee,
My young, my smiling lammie ! My boy, Tammie ?”
I hae a house, it cost me dear, ‘* She has been to the kirk wi’ me,
I’ve wealth o’ plenishin’ and gear; An’ the tear was in her e’e;
Ye’se get it a’, were’t ten times mair, For, oh, she’s but a young thing,
Gin ye will leave your mammie. Just come frae her mammie !”’
THE MAID OF GLENCONNEL.

ANONYMOUS.
2 Andantino.
deh _ ee ieee aeons pe aR BE Boca, ate Set is
(= —2 ————— cee Rea a

pnemeant woo aaa amare bescen~=
eo —
Lene pearl of the fountain, the rose of the _ val - ley, Are
2. You have seen her, when morn bright - ly dawn’d on the moun-tain, ‘Trip
See eee ee prea eee = == aaa SS

spark - ling and love - ly, are stain- less and mild; The pearl sheds its
blythe - ly a - long, sing - ing sweet to the gale; At _ noon, with her
~-5,}—$_.—_ —— epee er ee ee —. =
+—, — Ss =n SS — = oe
ray ‘neath the dark wa - ter gai - ly, ‘The rose opes its blos - soms to
lambs, by the side of yon foun-tain, Or wend-ing, at eve, to her
5 dee eee oe ae = eRe ne eas eS ae.

oT ca Paes <— — 3 =
bloom on the wild. The pearl and the rose are the
home in the vale. With the flow’rs of the wil - low - tree
p-Sas a
Gemeeae wee ees
= gue beeae
pees ee ee—————— ee a
ee ae
SSS |
Se ————————— ——— ee aSRE
em - blems of Wey sag The maid of Glen - con - nel, once
blent are her tres - ses, Now woe - worn and pale, in the
ma ase ee een a ene ee Ee z

as ea arenes mene meee eceeen ee ee Pe
ae a ght OT gh TNE TR =A = rae
love - ly and gay; A false lov - er wood her; ye dam - sels, be
glen she is seen, Be - wail - ing the cause of her rue - ful dis -
+ —— eae area eee ase SNSS —— aes se |

Se ee en SSS — a =
Se ee bee i peas eae at Sas ee ie anor ctcel
Wie = LY OW, seath’d is the blos - som, now dimm’d is the ray.
- tress - es,—How fond - ly he vowd— and how false he has been.
THE LACK OF GOLD.

AUSTIN. : ANONYMOUS.
gold she has left me,
oy REEF me, O! For A - thole’s duke a me for - sook, And to
ee
aia ae
——
—
————
Rs Se fenssta ee See EOE,
end - less woe she has left me, 0! A star and gar - ter
=== $=
aoe = Seaaa
have more art Than youth,
SS
=e
a true and
= pe
faith
—
aaa
- ful heart; For

ate
,
= _»— 4-3-2 yp eS
=f=S
SO
S522 = —— a ar 'e ee
f
=~. wp oltie
emp - ty ti - tles we must part— For glit -’ring show she has left me, O!
* No cruel fair shall ever move | Ye powers above, I to your care

My injured heart again to love ; Resign my faithless, lovely fair ;
Through distant climates I must rove, Your choicest blessings be her share,
Since Jeanie she has left me, O! Though she’s for ever left me, O!
For lack of gold, &c. | : For lack of gold, &e.
e
oy
BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS 119
AYE WAKIN’, O!
Larghetto. ANONYMOUS.
———— = SSS
SSS SS
Aye Wale mine sO Wak - in’ aye an’ wea - rie; Sleep I can-na_ get For
thinkin’ 0’ my dea - rie. Spring’s a plea-sant time, Flow’rs o’ ev - *ry co- lour, The
—————
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SSS
——_—__.
— ————_—-
PD Ae SEY akeatar* Pa eae ————s —=]
bir - die builds it nest, Aye I think on my loy - er. Aye wal = int, O01
nee
a a
cd)
Wak - in’ aye an’ wea-rie; Sleep I can-na get For think-in’ oo’ my dearie.
“ Ne I pac é ee Lanely ge comes on,

en I wake I’m eerie; A’ the lave are sleepin’ ;
Rest I canna get, ‘ I think on my bonnie lad,
For thinkin’ 0’ my dearie. An’ blear my een wi’ greetin’.
Aye wakin’, O! wakin’ aye an’ wearie; Aye wakin’, O! wakin’ aye an’ wearie ;
Sleep I canna get for thinkin’ 0’ my dearie. | Sleep I canna get for thinkin’ o’ my dearie.
Aye wakin’, O! &e. Aye wakin’, O! &c.
THE HIGHLAND WATCH.

JAMES HOGG. ANONYMOBS.
Spiritoso,
ea 22S SS Ss =<
Eee a a Oe
_ Old Sco - tia, wake thy moun-tain strain In all its wild - est splen - dours! And
=
—-
a.
Seas = ===
eee ee
ea
ee
art 2
wel-come back the lads a - gain, Your hon - our’sdear de - fen - ders. Be
=
ss
| ——— _————$—T — —
een gganes SstEE,Fe

a enema are =e PaSey See aier
ev - ‘ry harp and vi - ol strung, Till all the wood-lands qua - ver; Of
SSS SSF See ~~ ge (=== =
Ses eee SS Se ee —|}—e
many a band your bards have sung, But ne - ver hail’d a bra - ver. Then
SS Se ——
—S
raise the pi - broch, Don-ald Bane, We’re all in key to cheer it; And
ea ee
vena
oa
a a en ae
SS Se ee
ee eee ag ee A, FI
let it be a mar - tial strain, That war - riors bold may hear it.
Ye lovely maids, pitch high your notes What storm can ren.. your mountain rock P
As virgin voice can sound them, What wave your headlands shiver ?
Sing of your brave, your noble Scots, Long have they stood the tempest’s shock,
For glory kindles round them. Thou know’st they will for ever. i
Small is the remnant you will see, Sooner your eye these cliffs shall view,
Lamented be the others! Split by the wind and weather,
But such a stem of such a tree, Than foeman’s eye the bonnet blue,
Take to your arms like brothers. Behind the nodding feather.
Raise high the pibroch, Donald Bane, Oh, raise the pibroch, Donald Bane,
Strike all our glen with wonder ; Our caps to the sky we’ll send them,
Let the chaunter yell, and the drone note swell, Scotland, thy honour who can stain,
Till music speaks in thunder. Thy laurels who can rend them!
(Written on the return of the 42nd Highlanders, after the battle of Waterloo.)
POLLY STEWART.
BURNS. ANONYMOUS.
Ok; love, - fly — Bolz- ly Stew - art, Oh, charm - ing Pol - ly
2, May he who wins. thy match-less charms Pos - sess a leal and
Stew - art, There’s ne’er a flow’r that blooms in May That's half so fair as
true heart; To him be giv’n to ken the heay’n He gains in Pol - ly
——— PR
areSoowe.
a
Bias ee =a eae
thou art! The flow’r that blaws, it fades and fa’s, And art cam ne’er re -
Stew - art! Oh, love - ly Pol - ly Stew - art, Oh, charm-ing Pol - ly
=a]
- new it, But worth andtruth e - ter - nalyouth Will give to Pol -ly Stew -art.
Stew - art,There’sne’er a flowrthat blooms in MayThat’s half so fair as thou art!
THE LAMENT OF FLORA MACDONALD.

ANONYMOUS.
A ffetuoso.
eo
SS a
Deere >——
SS SS
See eee
Far o - ver yon hills of the heath-er sae green, An’ down by the
4 = os SS. were
Cor- rie that sings to the sea, The bon - nie young Flo - ra sat
oe
ae
ss ===
=~
Ss
4. ee
———
ae —
sigh - ing a - lane, The dew on her plaid, an’ the tear in her
se1S ee eee ——— eo SS So
oa a (a a ee TE ore —
ee. She look’d at a boat wi’ the bree - zes that swung, A -
———
=
(a Sea NM EST ee SSS
ad
ay
=———aan
(ATS. SeteS
en
ECE
=
- way on the waves like a bird on the main; An’ aye as it
= ee ee ee ee
ee a aneees oaw Neier
1s. oa — ee eee
les - sen’d she sigh’d an’ she sung, ‘‘Fare - weel to the lad I shall
= ee — SS eee :
Se ee ——— —— =
ne’er see a - gain, Fare - weel to my he - ro, _ the gallant an’
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wae = =a === Ne ee =f
eee eg ae ee ee a
young, Fare - weel to the lad I shall neer see @ - gain.’
The moorcock that crows on the brows o’ Ben-Connal, The target is torn from the arm of the just,
He kens o’ his bed in a sweet mossy hame ; The helmet is cleft on the brow of the brave,
The eagle that soars o’er the cliffs 0’ Clan-Ronald, The claymore for ever in darkness must rust,
Unawed and unhunted his eyrie can claim ; Rut red is the sword of the stranger and slave ;
The solan can sleep on the shelve of the shores, The hoof of the horse, and the foot of the proud
The cormorant roost on his rock of the sea, Have trod o’er the plumes on the bonnet of blue.
But, ah, there is one whose hard fate I deplore, Why slept the red bolt in the breast of the cloud
Nor house, ha’, nor hame in his country has he; When tyranny revell’d in blood of the true ?
The conflict is past, and our name is no more, Farewell, my young hero, the gallant and good! -
There’s nought left but sorrow for Scotland an’ me! The crown of thy fathers is torn from thy brow
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MARY’S DREAM.
JOHN LOWE. (1772). TRADITIONAL.
1. The moon had clim’d the high - est hill Which ris - es o’er the
2.She from her pil - low gen - tly raised Her head, to ask who
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source of Dee, And from the east - erm summit shed Her sil - ver
there might be, And saw young San - dy shiv-’ring stand, With vis - age
light on tow’r and tree; When Ma - ry laid ‘ her down to sleep, Her
pale, and hol low ee. “Oh, Ma- ry, dear, cold is my — clay seelt
aes
. _ a _aee
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tempo. ——_
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thoughts on San - dy far at sea ; When soft and low, a
lies be - neath a storm - y sea ; Far, far from thee, I
sa =
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a,
a eo-——
a
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voice was heard, Say, “Ma - ry; weep no more for me!”
sleep in death, So, Ma - wry, weep no more for me!
‘‘ Three stormy nights and stormy days, | “Oh, maiden dear, thyself prepare ;
We toss’d upon the raging main ; We soon shall meet upon that shore
And long we strove our bark to save, Where love is free from doubt and care,
But all our striving was in vain. And thou and I shall part no more!”’
Even then, when horror chill’d my blood, Loud crow’d the cock, the shadow fled :
My heart was fill’d with love for thee; No more of Sandy could she see ;
The storm is past, and I at rest; But soft the passing spirit said,
So, Mary, weep no more for me! “‘ Sweet Mary, weep no more for me!”
CA’ THE EWES TO THE KNOWES.

BURNS. OLD Scotcu,
s iS: Mavrcato. - she ™ At
——= = SS SS SEER Ra eM career

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Then a fauld - in’ let us gang, My bon - nie dear - ie.
* We'll gae down by Cluden side, Ghaist nor bogle shalt thou fear;
Through the hazels spreading wide, Thou’rt to love and heaven sae dear,
O’er the waves that sweetly glide Nocht o’ ill may come thee near,
To the moon sae clearly. ‘My bonnie dearie.
Ca’ the ewes, &c. Ca’ the ewes, &e.
Yonder Cluden’s silent towers, Fair and lovely as thou art,
Where, at moonshine midnight hours, Thou hast stown my very heart;
O’er the dewy bending flowers I can die, but canna part,
Fairies dance sae cheerie. My bonnie dearie.
Ca’ the ewes, &c. Ca’ the ewes, &c.
JOHN DICKS’ EDITION.| %
MY GENTLE HARP.
THOMAS MOORE,
Op Ir1sux.
Andantino.
= eae ee =e =
1. My gen-tle Harp, once more I wa - ken The sweet-ness of thy slumb-’ring
2. Then,who can ask for notes of plea~- sure, My droop- ing Harp, from chords like
—— SS SS a ores —
oe —— SERA
Nees we reece EE Pet BE ED ieee
strain ; In tears our last fare - well was ta - ken, And now in
thine P A - las, the lark’s gay morn - ing mea - sure As il would
ra are ce beeen wa me oe es ee ee
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suit joy hath o’er thee
the swan’s de - cline! Or how shall is who love, who
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bro - ken, But, like those Harps whose heay’n - ly
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dark as thine, hath spo - ken, Thou hang’st up - on
wreaths the wil - lows _ still.
in which I dress thee Are sad - ly mix’d— half flow’rs, half chains?
WHILE HISTORY’S MUSE.

THOMAS MOORE.
Oup IRISH.
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Dia tien) Mn-elam?dl the whole vol - ume, ~ her Well - ing - ton’s name!
“Hail, Star of my Isle!’’ said the Spirit, all sparkling, | ‘ Yet still the last crown of thy toils
With beams such as break from her own dewy skies ; is remaining,
The grandest, the purest, ev’n thou hast yet known ;
** Thro’ ages of sorrow, deserted and darkling, Tho’ proud was thy task, other nations unchaining,
I’ve watch’d for some glory like thine to arise, Far prouder to heal the deep wounds of thy own.
For, tho’ Heroes I’ve number’d, unblest was their lot, | At the foot of that throne for whose weal thou has stood,
And unhallow’d they sleep in the crossways of Fame; Go, plead for the land that first cradled thy frame—
But, oh, there is not one dishonouring blot And bright o’er the flood of her tears and her blood,
On the wreath that encircles my Wellington’s named Let the rainbow of Hope be her Wellington’s name!’’
_\
WHILE GAZING ON THE MOOW’S LIGHT.

THOMAS MOORE. Op IrRIsH.
Allegretto.
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1. While gaz -ing on the moon’s light, <A mo-mentfrom her smile I turn’d, To
2. The day had sunk in dim show’rs, But mid-nightnow with Imus - tre meet, Il -
|
2 look at orbs
Se es that more bright, In
Seee
Ione- and dis - tant glo - ry burn’d.
ee But
- Iu - min’d all the pale flow’rs, Like hope up - on @ mourn - er’s cheek, I
peewee Saat meses Sas oe oeoan eo eee —h~——$+t ee

— 22 a2 Gees Eee ia a _ae ss:
too far Hach proud star, For me to feel its warm - ing flame; Much
said, while ~The moon’s smile Play’d o’er a stream in dimp - ling bliss, ‘The
be:
jo =
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en a Se
Ae SE
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more dear That mild sphere, Which near our pla - net smil - ing came; Thus,
moon looks On many brooks, The brook can _ see no moon but this; And
= = ee ee
i phe oemeled ere check UE i baa 2hall
Ma - ry, be but thou my own; While bright - er eyes un - heed - ed play, Ill
thus, I thought, our for - tunes run, For ma- nya lov - er looks to thee, While
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love thosemoon- light looks a-lone, That bless my home and guide my way.
oh! I feel there is but one, One NE, oo say sim the world for me.
THRO’ GRIEF AND THRO’ DANGER.

THOMAS MOORE. Op IRISH.
Andante con moto.
Thro’ grief and thro’ dan - ger thy smile hath cheerd my way, Till
eee
mag Pe See eee |SP
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hope seem’d to bud from each thorn that round me lay ; The
aia Ss
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dark - er our for - tune, the bright - er our pure love burnid, lull
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eo — SS Soe = 8 SR
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slave as Eubl~) was; > in thy arms my Apis a Cite felt free, And
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2 2] Fo ee
bless’d_ e’en the sor - rows’ that made me more dear to thee.
Thy rival was honour’d, while thou wert wrong’d and scorn’d ;
Thy crown was of briers, while gold her brows adorn’d.
She woo’d me to temples, while thou lay’st hid in caves ;
Her friends were all masters, while thine, alas! were slaves.
Yet, cold in the earth at thy feet I would rather be,
Then wed what I lov’d not, or turn one thought from thee.
They slander thee sorely, who say thy vows are frail;
Hadst thou been a false one, thy cheek had look’d less pale !
They say, too, so long thou hast worn those ling’ring chains,
That deep in thy heart they have printed their servile stains!
Oh, do not believe them, no chain could that sonl subdue,
Where shineth thy spirit, there liberty shineth too!
MY ONLY JO AND DEARIE.,

Oxp ScotcH.
Moderato. ——
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SSeS PSS
= — ———— {———#—_«—
1. Thy cheek is 0’ the ro - se’s hue, My on - ly jo and
2. The bird - ie sings up + on the thorn It’s sang °F joy, fu’
is like the sil - ler dew, Up -

ing in the sim - mer mora, Nae
2 ———
a ae Se eeees ee
- on the banks sae brier - er, O; Thy teeth are 0’ the
care to make it Cera ies O; But lit - tle kens the
= a ee
Sa sey Sees
ee
ae meee —~—__2__? a ee = OS Oma
‘i - vo-rie; Oh, sweet’s the twin - kle o thine e’e! Nae

sang - ster sweet, joy, nae
0’ a’ the cares I ha’e to meet, That gar my
Come
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plea - sure blinks on me, My OlNes meLy, jo and dear - ie, O.

rest - less bo - som beat, My on - ly jo and dear - ie, O.
When we were bairnies on the brae, I ha’e a wish I canna tine,

And youth was blinkin’ bonnie, O, ’Mang a’ the cares that grieve me, 0;
Aft we would daff the lee-lang day, I wish that thou wert ever mine,
Our joys fu’ sweet and monie, O; And never mair to leave me, 0;
Aft I wad chase thee o’er the lea Then I wad daut thee night and day,
And round about the thorny tree, Nae ither worldly care wad hae,
Or pu’ the wild flowers, a’ for thee, Till life’s warm stream forgot to play,
My only jo and dearie, O. My only jo and dearie, 0.
THE BONNIE BRIER- BUSH.

at MoI Mod . OLD JAcoBITE AIR.
Andante Moderato.
SSSS
1. There
=]een
grows
ee ewe naan
a bon
doe
- nie brier - bush in
See our kail - yard, And
2, But were they a” true that were far a - wa’? Oh,
white are the blos - soms_ on’t in our kail - yard,

were Like
they a’ true that were far @ + wa’? They drew
Eases RSET == eats SN ee
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wee bit white cock - ades for our Icy - al Hie-land lads;
up And the
wi gilaik - et Eng- lish
- ers at Car - lisle ha’, And for -
eae
ae ae pA eS
ee
cer Soe
o = e
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eee
—
maipsmee
el
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the bon - nie bush in our kail - yard,
friends when far a - wa’,
Ye'll come nae mair, Jamie, where aft ye hae been,

Ye’ll come nae mair, Jamie, to Athol Green 5
Ye lo’ed owre weel the dancin’ at Carlisle ha’,
And forgot the Hieland hills that were far awa’.
He’s comin’ frae the north that’s to fancy me,
He’s comin’ frae the north that’s to fancy me,
A feather in his bonnet, and a ribbon at his knee;
He’s a bonnie Hieland laddie, and you be na he.
C2 Orn
NT Si:
A Highland Lad, my Love was born. - “ Fly away, Pretty Moth 4 A T. H. Bayly
A Hunting we will go. . 5 ‘ ‘ F Flowing Bowl, The . : - Dibdin
AThousanda Year. . P Mrs. P. Millard Forget not the Field F
Ae Fond Kiss, and then we Sever . = : . From Oberon in Fairyland .
Alice Gray . é 6 Mrs. P, Millard Gae bring to me a Pint 0’ Wine.
Anchor’s Weigh’ d, The ;: * : Braham Garden Gate, The : : : W. Te Pa rke
Anchorsmiths, The : : Dibdin Gala Water . P : ;
And oh, for One-and- Twenty, Tam . Garb of Old Gaul, The : : G eneral Reid
And has she then Failed in ber Truth Green Grow the Rashes, O. é :
And ye shall Walk in Silk Attire Haste to the Wedding . e s
Amo, Amas, I love a Lass . Dr. Arnold Here we Dwell in Holiest Bowers x
As a Beam o’er the Face of the Waters. : Here’s a Health to ane I lo’e dear
Auld Robin Gray Ane Rev. W. Leeves Here Awa’, There Awa’, é
Aye Wakin, O r 2 é % ; He’s Owre the 1SHUE oF F F 5
Beautiful Maid, The < ° : : . Highland Watch, The. - 5 °
Bells of Shandon, The A Honour and Arms j & 5 e : Handel
Believe me if all those Endearing Young Charms é How Stands the Glass ? A
Birks of Aberfeldy, The . A C Huntsman, Rest. Mazzingh i
Blue Bonnets o’er the Border ‘ 3 : I Gaed a Waefu’ Gate, Yestr een
Boatie Rows, The 6 5 F ( A : I Saw thy Form in Youthful Prime {
Blue Bells of Scotland. ; I’d Mourn the Hopes . , : “
Blow High, Blow Low. ‘ 2 Dibain If Thou’lt be Mine. : 5
Bonnie Brier-Bush, The . In the Morning of Life :
Bonnie House of Airlie, The I’m Owre Young to Peat Yet.
Bonnie Wee Thing A “ Irish Exile, The . °
Bonnie Jean. Jenny’ 8 Bawbee C .
Bonnie Breast Knots, The .j : J. Sinclair Jock o’ Hazeldean °
Bonnie Dundee . c é - Jockey to the Fair c
Breaking of the Day, The 2 7 ;. Cc. ‘Horn Jolly Young Waterman, The “ee
ee Dibdin
Bring me, Boy, a Bowl of Wine. . ° Hook Kate Kearney . * ° °
British Grenadiers, The . : A Kelvin Grove 5 : :
Braes of Yarrow, The. : 0 . : Kiss, Dear Maid, The . ° , Lh. 4}ansen
Bush Aboon Traquair, The. : : c - Kitty of Coleraine c
By, that Lake whose Gloomy Shore . . ° . Lass of Patie’s Mill, The
Ca’ the Ewes to the Knowes . . Lass of Gowrie, The , ° >
Cam’ ye by Athol. ; : C Land 0’ the Leal, The.
Campbells are Comin’ The. Lassie wi’ the Lint-white Locks.
Cauld Kail in Aberdeen F Lack of Gold, The é
Charlie is my Darling . Lament of Flora Macdonald, The
Cease your Funning . Leather Bottel, The .
Come send Round the Wine Lesbia hath a Beamings Bye
Come you not from Newcastle ?@&eee 5 94 | Logie o’ Buchan .
Come o’er the Stream, Charlie . é ' : c 41|| Lord Gregory é ° °
County Guy , 22 Love has Eyes. 5 Sir H.R. Bishop
Crabbed fe ‘and Youth Cc - 22 | Loudon’s Bonnie Woods and Braes
Cruiskeen Lawn, The. é - é A : : Mary Morison ; c ;
Dainty Davie . | Mary’s Dream
Deil’s awa’ wi’ the Exciseman 2 | Maid of Glenconnel, The
Deserter’s Meditation, The. 3 J , Minstrel’s Request, "The . ‘
Dear Harp of my Country . : - My Boatisonthe Shore . ° Bishop
Drink to Her ° a ° My Heart is Sair for Somebody
Duncan Gray e ° . . My Mither’s aye Glow’ rin’ Gees Me.
Dulce Domum A My Bonnie Cuckoo . -
Erin, the Tear and the Smile : My Lodging is on the Cold Ground
Eveleen’ s Bower . My Love is like a Red, Red Rose
Ewe-bughts, The. : ' F My Heart’s in the Highlands °
Exile of Erin, The - My Boy Tammie . .
Farewell, thou Fair Day . ° My Gentle Harp . : : , 4
Farewell to Lochaber. 4 : ; : 3 My only Jo and Dearie cS .
Farewell! but Whenever you Welcome : - Muirland Willie . P : -
Fill the Bumper Fair . : C : . ° Nay, tell me Not. . -
Fly not Yet . ° F ; - : . : : Near Woodstock Town ‘
126 CONTENTS.
Page S Page
No More by Sorrow Chased 5 4 - Braham 11) There’s Nae Luck about the House . 65
No, not More Welcome 5 . 5 ° - 32) The Huntis Up . 3 ; - 88
Now Phoebus Sinketh in the West 5 - Di. Arne 100} They may Rail at this Life. ; F 74
O Ruddier than the Cherry ; - Handel 99] Three Ravens, The . A ; : i ern 6
Oh, Openthe Door. . . ° .- 12] Those Evening Bells . : : 4 Balfe 105
Oh, True Love is a Bonnie Flower 5 13 | Thro’ Grief and Thro’ Danger 3 5 3 F pret as
Oh, *tis the Melody . ° ° PPT: Jak Bayl y 20|’Tis Sweet to Think . : F > GZ
Oh, Blame not the Bard . 5 f C 28 | Time I’ve Lost in Wooing, The « - : 5 eae)
Oh; fer the Swords of Former Time A : 5 . $81} To-Morrow . 3 ; . : . W. Reeve 86
Oh, Willie Brew’d a Peck 0’ Maut . : : . ,36 |Tom Bowling ; > é . Dibdin 49
Oh; Wha’ is She that Lo’es Me? . . . . '39|TobaccoisanIndian Weed. : - =: . , Si
Oh; No, we Never Mention Her. : . Bishop 40{| To the Maypole Haste kod : : ‘ 5 DS
Oh, Speed, Lord Nithsdale. . . 42) Twa Bonnie Maidens . 3 c 5 ees)
Oh, the Days are Gone, when Beauty Bright ° . 61) Up inthe Morning Harly 5 2 é Filme? Et
Oh, Doubt Me Not. c “ : - 62] Valley lay Smiling before Me, The : 6 5 . 8
Oh, Whistle and I'll Come to You ;. 5 ° Ched Le oVicarolebrayae Lie meme A ' ; 5 fats
Oh; Had we Some bright Little Isle . : 3 . 74) Waefu’ Heart, The ‘ae 5 : 5 tas:
Oh, Weel May the Keel Row . : ‘ : . 82] Wae’s Me for Prince Charlie. * : 2 ae ic
Oh, Willow, Willow . Fi : ; 5 5 - 85| Wapping Old Stairs . ; ; ‘ see benciylmnaA
Oh, the Oakandthe Ash . A : 2 - 90] Well of St. Keyne, The 4 ; x aod
Oh, the Shamrock A Y : 3 a - 93] We may Roam thro’ the World. 5 : 4
Oh, Breathe not his Name. ' : A : - 95] Weall Love a Pretty Girl . : Dr. Arne 102
Old Commodore, The . A C : : W. Reeve 51/| We be Three Poor Mariners : A 4 L107
One Bumper at Parting : . ° 5 . 53} Wee, Wee German Lairdie, The. : A pe LL)
Peaceful Slumbering o’er the Ocean . . Storace 75 |When First I Met Thoe c : 5 We Bs
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu : f 5 ‘ : 7 |When he who Adores Thee. 1 9 5 5 5 BE:
Phillida Flouts Me . . . : . 21} When the Kye Come Hame. : . 4 : . oo
Poacher, The ; J 5 2 5 c : - 76] When thro’ Life Unblest we Rove . : ‘ a 70
Poor Jack . ‘ 5 : : : » Dibdin 821! When William at Eve. - Shield -78
Polly Stewart . : : : : 120 |When Vulcan Forged the Bolts of J ove - Braham 85
Return, oh, God of Hosts . . . Handel 44 |When in Death I shall calm Recline . f : a) wtetd)
Rest, Warrior, Rest . . : - Michael Kelly 52] When forced from Dear Hebe . : . Dr. Arne 96
Roy’s Wife of Aldivalloch . -. 5 60 |When the King comes owre the Water. ee aL
Safely FollowHim . . + « ..- T. Cooke 102 |Whene’er I See those ger LYS *", OCGe Bis eo
Sailor’s Journal, The . : 5 Dibdin 82{| While History’s Muse. : ; oe 2s
Sally in our Alley. A : c 5 A Carey 75 |While Gazing on the Moon’ 8 Light j : 123
Savourneen Deelish . F ; A ‘ : - 64] Wilt.Thou be My Dearie . ; . : Eels
Shule Agra . ote sre ceca Re t ae rc eM ALL ‘Watch rs : gee Davy 25
She is Far from the Land 6 x A ° - 81} What’s a’ the Steer, Kimmer : 4 : yg
Silent, oh, Moyle. F 5 ° . 92 |Woo’d and Married and Ae. 5 . ; a Z 6
Smile "Again, my Bonnie Lassie . : . J.
Parry 107 |Woodman, The . A 6 . Dibdin 34
Smile Again, my Bonnie Lassie . . . - 116 | Wha’ll be King but Charlie . : : - . 42
Soldier’s Adieu, The . 2 . ; - Dibdin 15 | White Squall, The : ; : G. Barker 46
Soldier’s Return, The . : : A - 116} Wreath the Bowl. . F , A ; 80 39
Stormy Petrel, The . . S. Newkomm 58] Who deg) Drinks ofWine A 5 J. HEmdin 87
Sun is O’er the Mountain, The 5 ' . Bishop 18] Wolf, T ‘ “ Shield 100
Sweet Day so Cool : : 0 3 Q 6 Yarico ‘her Lover : ; ‘F. H. Himmel 114
Take Back the Virgin Page. : ; A ° - 113 |Ye twice Ten Himdred Deities i : H. Purcell 54
Thine am J, my Faithful Fair. . . Whitaker 10} You Gentlemen df Hiigland A ; - Calicott” 63
Thou hast Left Me Ever, Jamie. s é 5 - 27{| Young Love. : rs . IT. Moore 75
This Life is all Chequered . : : ; . 56 j Young May Meon, The 2 ; ji é é - 106
INDEX OF erIRST LINES:
Page
A Highland lad my love was born : - 67 | Here’sa health toaneIlo’edear
A poor soul sat sighing : : . ‘
- 895 | Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling. :
A thousand miles from land are we - 8 | He comes from the wars, from the red field
A wee bird cam’ to our ha’ door. 7 - 7% | Hey, the bonnie, ho, the bonnie.
A well there is in the west country 2e666 :
- 84) Here awa’, there awa’.
A north country maid up to London had strayed -
Adieu, adieu, my only life .
90 Hear me, ye nymphs, and ev'ry swain Ff
c : : - 15) He’s owre the hills that I lo’e weel .
Ae fond kiss and then we sever . 4 - 33 How stands the glass around
Ah, County Guy . S - r (
. ; LASS
: : - 22) Honour and arms scorn suchafoe . ; ;
And, oh, for ane-and-twenty, Tam , 4 - « 34) I gaed a waefw’ gate yestreen
And are ye sure the news is true? :
And did you not hear of a jolly young waterman
65 | I saw thy form in youthful prime
. 77 | I met four chaps yon birks amang
As I cam’ thro’ Sandgate . - : - + 82 I may sit in my wee croo house .
And has she then failed in her truth ? : - + 84) It fell on a day, a bonny summer day
Amo, Amas, Ilovealass . : : - +
And she shall walk in silk attire
c _95 | I’m owre young to marry yet ‘
A 106 |In the morning of life. © *.
As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping . - 113 | If sadly thinking, with spirits sinking
As a beam o’er the face of the waters may gloy - 117 | I’d mourn the hopes that leave me
At the peaceful midnight hour . A .
. -
100 | It’s Logie o’ Buchan .
Aye wakin’,O .
Believe me, if all those endearing young charms 119 | In the garb of Old Gaul
: 79 | In good King Charles’s golden days 5
Blow high, blowlow . 6 ‘ ; - 59 | I’m wearin’ awa’,Jean
Bonnie wee thing, cannie wee thing . . ‘ :
- + 26 If thou’lt be mine, the treasures of air
Bonnie lassie, will ye go? . A : : - 72 | Lassie wi’ the lint white locks
Bring me, boy, a flowing bowl . :
é : : - 2] Let us haste to Kelvin Grove .
Braw, braw, lads, on Yarrow braes . S : 71 | Let the farmer praise his grounds
Busk ye, busk ye, my bonnie, bonnie brid - lil| Lesbiahathabeamingeye.
By that lake whose gloomy shore’ , ; .
- _48 | Loudon’s bonnie woods and brae
Ca’ the ewes to the knowes. : : é - 121 | Love’s blind, they say. é é
Cam’ ye by Athol, lad wi’ the philabeg . : 5 “
° 8 | Like Etna’s dread volcanoes see the ample forge
Cauld blaws the wind frae north to south + 14)| March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale
Cease yourfunning . ( c ° é
- 82|/Myboatisontheshore . , :
Charlie is my darling . a Z 3 , 57 | My heart is sair, I daurna tell
Come all ye jolly shepherds cC 5 . - 35 | My mither’s aye glowin’ owre me
Come o’er the stream, Charlie . : é - 41 | My bonnie cuckoo, I tell you true
Come, ye young men, come along or@ My lodging is on the cold ground
Come haste to the wedding. 5 - 86) My heart’sin the Highlands
Come ye not from Newcastle P . 6
- 94) My gentle harp; once moreIwaken. . ;
Cocinamus o Soldales . - 104 | Nay, tell me not, dear, that the goblet drowns.
Come send round the wine. - - lil | Near Woodstock town in Oxfordshire
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te)1222 ‘ - 22) Night, I have often wished thy stay .
Dear harp of my country . “ 73 |No more by sorrow chased. .
Drink to her who long hath wak’d the poet’s sigh eae No, not more welcome the fairy numbers .
Duncan Gray cam’ here to woo. : : 62 |Now rosy May comes in wi’ flowers .
Erin, the tear and the smile in thine eyes 37 | Now Pheebus sinketh in the west
Far over yon hills of the heather sae green 120 |O ruddier than the cherry . ; *
Far removed from noise and smoke . °
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- + 384 | Od’s blood! what a time for a seaman to skulk
Farewell, thou fair day, thou green earth. . - 989 | Od’s neighbour, ne’er blush for a trifle like this
Farewell to Lochaber, farewell to my Jean ° - 48 | Of ali the girls that are so smart
Farewell, but whenever you welcome the hour. c é
- 96) Of all Heaven gave to comfort man .
Fillthe bumper fair . : . 7 | Oft lroam my garden bowers . “ A
Fly not yet, ’tis just the hou - 81) One morning when the wind from the north
Fly away, pretty moth : tigers : 87 | One bumper at parting q tn
Forget not the field where they perished : aes
- 91 | Old Scotia, wake thy mountain strain
Follow him, nor fearfuldeem . 3 F F - 102 | Oh, open the door, some pity to show
For lack of gold she has left me. , “ : - 118 | Oh, true love is a bonnie flower .
From Oberon in Fairyland . ‘ . é 5 - 14| Oh, ’tis the melody é
Gae bring to mea pint 0’ wine . A . : - 13) Oh,whataplagueislove . . ‘ : :
Gaily still the moments roll : 5 - 87 | Oh, blame not the bard if he fly to the bowers.
Gin living worth could win my heart. : - 68) Oh, for the swords of former time A .
Go patter to lubbers and swabs. is A - - 83) Oh, Willie brew’da peck o’ maut , é c
Here we dwellin holiest bowers. . . : - 80] Ob, wha’ is she that lo’esme . ‘ : °
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Oh, no, we never mention her . é There’s nought but care onev’ry han’ .
Oh, speed Lord Nithsdale, speed ye fast ' There are twa’ bonnie maidens . A
Oh, did you not hear of Kate Kearney There was a lass and she was fair.
Oh, where, tell me where, is soue Highland lndaie There were three ravens sat on a tree
gone . : - There’s cauld kail in Aberdeen . fs
Oh, my love is likea red, redrose . There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin . 5
Oh, the days are gone w hen beauty bright There grows @ bonnie brier bush 4 ;
On, doubt me not, the season’s o’er . . They may railatthislife . jo .
Oh, mirk, mirk is "the midnight hour, 5 e Thine am I, my faithful fair A
On, the moment was sad . rs % eB 6@©. This life is all chequer’d with pleasur esand woes .
Oh, where has the exile his home 4 Then wreath the bow! with flowers of soul
Oh, tis sweet to think that where’er we rove 2 Thro’ Erin’s isle, to sport awhile
on weel may the boatierow . Those evening bells .
Oh, whistle and I’ll come to you, my lad.F : “Thou has left me for ever, Jamie
Oh, had we some bright littleisle . e Thro’ grief and thro’ danger : : ; :
Oh, Mary at the window be ° 5 3 5 Thy cheek is 0’ the rose’s hue . - “ ° 5
Oh, breathe not hisname . Tobacco’s but an Indian weed
Oh, weep for the hour when to Eveleen’ 3 bower To the lords of Convention ’*twas Claverhouse
Oh, if I had a thousand a year . 4 - 5 spoke . 5
Oh, hearken and I will tell you how . . = *T was post meridian, half- past four .
Oh, lovely Polly Stewart A ° A : *Twas on the morn of sweet May-day.
Peaceful slumbering o’er the ocean . 3 é Upon a simmer afternoon . c :
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu 4 ; ; ‘ We may roam thro’ this world like a child :
Return, oh, God of Hosts . ; ; : 5 . We be three poor mariners.
Roy’s wife of Aldivalloch . 3 spas eae from her whom my soul hold“most
Silent, oh, Moyle, be the roar ofBuy waters ear : :
She is far from theland . 4 : ° When first I met thee, warm and young A
She’s all my fancy painted her . . When he who adores thee, has left but the name
She paused, then, blushing, led noe lay When thro’ life unblest we rove. Z ; 5
Some talk of Alexander 4 When I was bound apprentice . é
Smile again, my bonnie lassie. When William at eve meets me down at the
Summer eve is gone and past stile A 4 ~
Sweet day, socool, so bright . When Vulcan forged the bolts of Jove 7 “ :
Take back the virgin page . When in death I shall calm recline . - 5
The bride she cam’ out o’ the byre When forced from dear Hebe . : 2 3
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The sea was bright and the bark rode well While history’s muse the memorial was pelt
The deil’s awa’ wi’ the exciseman . ‘ ‘ While gazing onthe moon’s light . “ 5
The tear fell gently from hereye : ‘ What’s a’ the steer, kimmer . : . :
The kiss, dear maid, thy lip has left. ° Why weep ye by the tide, ladye?P $ : :
The time I’ve lost in wooing . al sels Wilt thou be my dearie? . 3 “ - : ‘
The dusky night rides down nae sky .: 5 3 Will ye go to the ewe-bughts_ . : : ‘
The huntisup . 5 5 Z A With deep affection, and recollection 5 C 4
The Campbells are comin’ . A Ye twice ten hundred deities. : ; 5
The young May moon is beaming love ‘ Young Jamie lo’ed me well. : 5 A ; ;
The moon is blinking o’er the lea. : - You gentlemen of England. i 5 A
The pearl of the fountain . é : Young love liv’d once in a humble shed
The moon had climb’d the highest Mill; 6-3 Your Molly has never been false she declares .
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MUSIC AND WORDS.

SELECTED AND EDITED BY HENRY HERSEE.

LONDON: JOHN DICKS, 313, STRAND.

BEST MELODIES OF THE BEST COMPOSERS.

Dr. (THOMAS AUGUSTINE) ARNE was born March 12, 1710, at

JOHN DICKS’ EDITION, ]

K. O'HARA. Allegro. PRAY, GOODY. MICHAEL KELLY.

fu - ry from your eyes? Re - mem-ber when the judgment’sweak,the pre - ju-dice is

BY THE MARGIN OF FAIR .ZURICH’S WATERS.

1. By the mar-gin of fair Zu - rich’s wa - ters, ai, ai u, [Dwelt a

dream of love melt

If a- lone, no one bold-er than he, But with

When ‘she did so, he on

u, ai; ai u, Was all he), could. Say Ailes ee eee i

JOHN DICKS’ EDITION. | ny ;

YE BANKS AND BRAKS.

Toa econ aa Senses ae ire nee

mind me 0’ de - part - ed joys, De = part- ed ne - ver to re - turn.

THE LASS).OF" RLCHMOND HILL:

rose with-out a thorn. This lass so neat, with

SS smiles so sweet,Has won my right good will, I'd crowns re-sign

JOHN DICKS’ EDITION. |

HERE’S TO THE MAIDEN.

For let ’em be clumsy, or let ’em be slim,

COME, DWELL WITH ME.

racer pee a ens 2 aS oN oN siete

> Ss = SS Sa a SE MENS SSeS oes > i

as pehny ecru Weare ot PySear De = aed ee

(= Come, come, come, come!

dwell with me! Come

OH, SAY NOT WOMAN’S HEART IS BOUGHT.

WHY ARE YOU WANDERING HERE, I PRAY? _

LOVE: WAS ONCE GAMILITT LE: Boy, |

Love is now a little man, Love, they say, is growing old,

LONG PVE WATCHED.

a Ea TAGE APS SEAGER AMIDE MRISEne RRR WRPRIRITE RI DS ESE me oir So ee ‘9

‘le “© Come if you dare,” ‘our itrum

dare,” the foes re - bound, ‘‘ We come, we come, we come, we

roaet Tenge ao &

THE BAY OF BISCAY.

BUT, OH, WHAT ART CAN TEACH.

Notes In) ae spin ie u 1)Ing ho - ly love, Notes that 3

JOHN DICKS’ EDITION.]

pee eee ee ET —— Pt Lae guarceoenal en mnPa Ss av ren eee et ___

= — —-—_——_-——_— gg UNE SA” 5a ——,p——

Does thou not hear love’s call?

sie ial Larghetto. SPOHR.

oe pee Pee era seseee wees Ne

Rose of the des-ert! thusshould wo - man be, Shin - ing un - court-ed,

THE LAST FAREWELL.

THE FLOWER OF ELLERSLIE.,

fair -est li- ly In na-ture’s

1. Oh, were my love a_ blos- som, When sum-mer

plant her in: my bo - som, And wear her near my heart ; 2

Oh, might-ty Vir - gin, I im-plore thee, Grantthine as - sis-tance whilst I

- way, Take my soul fromearth a - way! et me, a spot - less

an - gel, rises EH - ver to dwell in vyon - der skies! Let: me, a

3 bh — et ave oan Sn nee mee — A = ae ee

ry Sng: Pua ria ih

abe Eo Featn, | handy

reach my heayvn-ly goal; Pour forth thy mer - cy on my soul! Help me to

reach my heayn - ly goal; Pour,..... forth thy mer - cy Ollie. my soul!