The Guitar.
Printed by J. Catnach,2, Monmouth-Court. 7 Dials. Battledores. Primers, &c. Sold
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I oft Remember Thee.
Answer to the Celebrated Song-" Oh, no!
we never mention Her."
OH. yes! I oft remeber thee
Amid the silent hour,
And leave the gay and festive hall,
For some sequenster'd bower;
For now the splendours of the scene.
In listless mood I view,
And think of former happy days,
When they were shared with you,
Fond mem'ry traces o'er and o'er
The path where we have been.
And lingers on each spot where we
May never meet again;
Still greatly flourish in my breast,
The vallies where we've met,
As when beneath the hawthorn tree,
You bade me ne'er forget,
When they who seek not others weal,
Shall thus unkindly say,
"Why cling to her when she has east,
"All thoughts of theeaway,"
Oh heed them not, but this believe,
(thro' every changeful lot)
While still your heart remembers me,
You ne'er will be forgot.
Lady, the Silver Moon.
LADY, the silver moon shines bright !
Her beame disperse the dews of night
Then lady, let thy presence cheer,
Thy lover who awaits thee here.
Then,lady, & e.
Let the soft luster of thine eyes,
Disperse thy lover's anxious sighs;
And thy sweet voice, which breathes divine,
Be tuned to love, as well as mine.
And thy sweet voice,&c.
Come buy my Hearts.
COME buy my hearts;
I've hearts to sell
Maids, come and buy them,
I've every sort
That can be bought
Pray,come,nud buy them
For those who range,
I've hearts to change,
Hearts to lend or borrow;
And some so light,
At close of day
They'll take their flight,
So,maids, you may
Choose again tomorrow.
I've hearts, a few
So fond and true,
Nought but death can stay them,
But,ere you buy,
Think, maidens, well;
The price is high;
Hist! what I tell-
Hearts for hearts must pay them.
Listen to my wild Guitar.
OH ! will thou leave thy father's halls
To wander forth with me.
And quit thy loved cheers walls,
Where thou wert bfest and free;
To seek a while the quiet stream,
Array'd by evening's star;
And listea as in faney's dream
Unto my wild g itat.
I cannot beast of wealth or power,
These dwell from love apart:
But if them It stare my simple bower,
I'll give thee all my heart;
And when the evening shades appear,
I'll roam beneath her star.
And sing the song thou lovest to hear,
Unto my wild, my wild guitar,
Love's Ritornella.
GENTLE Zitella, whether away,
Love's Ritornella; list while play ;
No I have linger'd too long on my road,
Night is advancing, the brigand's shroad
Lovely Zitella. hath too much fear,
Love 's Ritornella : she may not hear.
Charming Zitella, why should'st thou care,
Night is not darker, than thy raven hair,
And those art the robber, the captive is he.
Thou art the robber, the captive is he,
Gentle Zitella, hanish thy fear.
Love's Ritorvella, tarry and hear.
Simple Zitella, beware,oh ! beware,
List ye no ditty,grant ye no prayer,
To thy light footsteps let terror add wings,
'Tis Massroni himself who now sings,
Gentle Zitella, hanish thy fear.
Love's Ritorvella, tarry and hear.
The king ! God bless him.
A Goblet of Burgunday, fill,fill for
me,
Give those who prefer it Champagne
But what ever the wine, it a Bumper
Must be,
If we ne'er drink a Bumper again;-
Now when the cares of the day are
thrown by,
And all man's best feel ngs possess him
And the soul lights her beacon of truth
in the eye, (him,
Here's a health to the King! God bless
God bless him, God bless him,
Here's a health to the King, &c.
The wealthy of Rome, at their ban-
quets of old, (they quaff'd
When to those whom they honor'd,
Threw pearls of great price in their
goblets of Gold,
More costly to render their draught!
I boast not of Gems, but my Heart's
in my glass, (him,
Of its love nought can e'er disposess
Up standing, Uncovered, round,round
let it pass, (him
Here's a health to the King ! God bless
God bless him, God bless him, Here's
a health to the King ! God bless him.
Hur-rah ! Hur-rah ! Hur-rah ! Up-
standing, uncovered,
Round round, let it pass,
Here's a health to the king ! God bless
him.
FANNY IN THE GROVE.
FANNY was in the grove,
And Lubin her boy was high,
Her eye was warm with love,
And her soul was as warm as her eye.
O, if Lubin Row Would sue.
What would poor Fauny do.
Fanny was made for bless,
But she was young and shy,
And when he had stolen a kiss,
She blush'd and said with a sigh.
Oh ! Lubin, Ah ! tell me true,
Oh ! what are you going to do
Sweetly along the groves,
The birds sang all the while,
And Fancy now said to her love,
With a frown that was half a smile.
O why did Lubin sue- O why did A Lubin sue.
Charming DAFFODIL.
O'ER the brake and mountain wide,
By the warbling fountain side,
Through the vale, and up the hill,
All day I've sought my Daffodil.
All the world is nought to me ,
If I don't my charmer see,
Let me rove where'er I will,
I think of nought but Daffodil.
Birds are whistling in the woods.
cowslips blow and roses bud,
Lambs are friking round the hill,
Why tarries then my Daffodil.
Shepherd maidens in the dale,
Are singing at the milking pail,
But Damon's pipe lies useless pail,
while absent from his Daffodil.
Sweetest maid that trips the green,
My delight, my little Queen,
would'st thou thy fond lover kill
oo charming, cruel Daffodil.
Oh ! Ho, she comes to bless her swain,
I see her tripping o'er the plain.
what joys young, Damon's bosom fill,
sla p his charming Daffodil Quod J.C
The Oyster Girl.
MANY a Knight and lady gay
Will stay me as I ery,
While, roaming thro' the streets each day-
'My native oysters buy,
I'll please you well,
With what I sell,'
Then mark my love arched eye;-
'Pray buy of me, I all excel,
My miton oysters, sir,'I cry, (buy,
The finest native oysters that ever you did
My fath r was a seaman brave,
No cares did us annoy,
Until he sank beneath the wave,
Then farewell every joy.
Then I got hold,
And oysters sold,
And rais'd a cheerful cry,...
'who'll buy of pretty Marian ?
MY native oysters buy.
Oysters,sir,' & c.
They squeeze my hand, as they pass by,
And call me pretty maid :
To this I only do reply,
According to my trade:
' I'll please you well,
With what I sell,'..
And many an arch reply :
' My oysters they are fresh and good,
Will you be pleas'd to try ?
Oysters, sir..oysters, sir,' I cry, & c.
The ROBIN'S PETITION. A Favourite Song.
WHen the leaves had forsak--- n the trees
And the forests were chilly and bare,
When the brooks were beginning to freeze
And the snow waver'd fast thro' the air.
A Robin had fled from the wood,
To the snug habitation of man:
On the threshold the Wandered stood,
And thus his petition began :-
" The snow's coming down very fast,
" No shelter is found on the trees :
" when you hear this unpitying blast
"I gray you take cry on me .
' The hips and the haws are all gone,
I can find neither berry nor sloe,
The ground is as hard as a stone,
And I'm almost buried in snow :
My little dear nest once so neat,
Is now empty, and ragged and torn,
On some tree should I now take my seat
I'd be frozen Quite fast before morn ;
Then throw me a morsel of bread,
Take me in by the side of lyour fire,
And when I am warmed and fed,
I'll whistle without other hire.
" Till the sun be again shining bright,
And the snow is all gone, let me stay,
O see what a terrible night,
I shall die if you drive me away.
And when you come forth in the morn,
And are talking and walking around,
O how will your bosom be torn,
When you see me lie dead on the ground,
Then pity a poor little thing,
And throw me a part of your store,
I'll fly off in the first of the spring,
And never will visit you more."
A Favourite Duet.
Sung with great Applause.
A WAY with Melancholy,
Nor dole ful changes ring;
On life and human folly,
And merrily,merrily sing. Fa l
For what's the use of crying,
While time is on the wing;
Can we prevent its flying,
Then merrily,merrily sing.
Come on ye rosy hours,
Gay smiling moments bring,
We'll stiew the way with flowers
And merrily, merrily snug, Falls.
The ANSWER to Soldiers' Gratitude.
WHere'ere I rove, what'er my lot ,
My heart with gried oppress'd,
I'll ne'er forget the lowly cot,
That gave a Wanderer rest.
Then ever turn a pitying ear,
When life with thorns is strew'd
To wipe away the Orphans tear,
And claim his Gratitude.
The tear whieh fell from NANCY's eye,
I'll cherish in my breast ,
I te'er think of her but I sigh,
Ar wish myself at rest.
Then ever ura & c.
The Highland Chieftain.
A biehann to the Highlands sound,
Cry'd boatman do no tarry,
And I'll give thee a silver pound
To row us o'er the terry.
Now who be ye would cross Luchgyle
This dark and stormy water,
O I'm the Chief of Ulva's Isle
And this Lord Ullen's daughter.
And fast before her father's men
Three days we've fled together,
For if he find us in the glen,
My lood will stain use heather.
His horsemen hard behind us ride,
Should they our steps discover,
Then who would cheer my bonny bride,
When they have slam her lover.
Out spoke the hardy Highland wight,
I'll go my Chief, I'm ready.
It is not for your silver bright
But for your winsome Lady.
And by my word the bonny bird
In danger shall not tarry,
Lo, though the waves are raging white
I'll row You o'er the ferry.
By this the storm grew loud space,
The water wraith was shrieking,
And in the scowl of heaven, each face
Grew, dark as they were speaking.
But still as wilder blew the wind
And as the night grew drearer,
A down the glen rode armed men,
Thier trampling sounded nearer.
Oh haste thee ! haste ! the Lady cries
Tho' tempests round us gather,
I'll meet the raging of the skies
But not au angry of the skies
The boat has left a stormy land
A stormy sea before her.
When oh too strong for human hand
The tempest gather'd o'er her.
And still they row'd amidst the roar
Of waters fast prevaling,
Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore
His wrath was chang'd to wailing :
For sore dismay'd thro' storm and shade
His child he did di cover.
One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid
And one was round ber lover.
Come back ! Come back ! he cried in grief
Across this raging water,
And I'll forgive your Highland Chief
"My daughter:- oh my daughter !"-
"Twas vain : the loud waves lash'd the shore
Return or aid preventing:...
The waters wild went o'er his child-
And he was left lamenting.
LEMMINY. Mar.15.1819.
THE lark's left her nest and rings over
the mountain, (so gay :
The morning sun shines on the meadows
The dove with his mate softly coo by you
fountain, (away.
And William does haste to his Lemminy
Awake dearest Lemminy, and taste the
fresh morning, (ter's away
The spring-time is come, and cold win
the sweet-scented hawthorn the woodland's
adorning, ( do play.
And lambrings milk-white round the valliey
Arise, dearest Love, come your William is
waiting (together we'll stray ;
Through groves deck'd with cowslips
The primrose and daisy their sweets are
uniting (green spray,
And loud sings the Linnest on every
Why tarries my love when all nature invites
her?
Mine own dearest Lemminy hasteu away,
Sweet lilies and rose-buds I'll twine to de-
light her,
And on my soft ivory fife I will play.
Thy William in fond expectation doth lan-
guish,
O linger no longer, loves childes the delay
Then Lemminy hasten to soothe his sad lan
guish, (ca
Whose love or s charmer can ne - C
Village Mirth.
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BANKS OF THE DEE.
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It was summer, so Softly the breezes were blowing And sweetly the nightingale sung from a tree, At the
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foot of a rock where the ri-ver was flowing, I sat myself down on the bank o. the dee.
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flow on, lovely Dec, flow on thou seet ri-ver, Thy banks purest strean shall be dear to me e-ver Where, I first
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gain'd the affection and faviour of Jem-my, The glo-ry and pride of the banks of the Dee.
But now he's gone from me, and left me thus
morning,
To quell the proud rebels, for valiant is he;
And ah! there's no hope's of his speedy re
turning
To wander along on the banks of the Dee.
He's gone, hapless youth ! o';er the 'oud roar-
ing billows
The kindest & sweetest of all the gay fellows,
And left me to stray 'mongst the once loved
willows,
The loneliest maid on the banks of the Dec.
But time, and my prayers, may perhaps yet
restorehim, (me;
Blest peace may restore my fond shepherd to
And when he returns, wioth such care I'll
watch o'er him, (Dee-
He never shall leave the sweet banks of the
The Dee then shall flow all its beauties dis-
playing, playing,
The lambs on its banks shall again be see
While I with my Jamie am carelessly straying
And tasting again all the sweets of the Dec.
Jermy Diler the Fiddler.
MISS Micholls lodges on the first floor
She cleaned & mended draw boancts,
All day, but at night she did pore.
O'er novels, love stories, and sonnets.
Within the same house, up stairs,
Resided one Jeremy Didler,
Who was one of those playhouse players
That's call'd by the vulgar a fiddler.
Miss N. had a musical ear,
And whilst she her bonnels were shaping
Her heart palpitated to hear,
The fiddler delightfully scraping
One evening she met him, and she
Said ? --How d'ye do, Mr. Diddler,
Now will you come in and take tea,
"To be sure I will,"said the fiddler.
She praised up his musical style,
And said he made theires quite a gay house
And he, in return, with a smile,
Asked if she would go to the playhouse.
Coasenting with him there the went,
And when o'er so well he did qwheedle her
That for supper five shilllings she spent,
"I'm in a good thing, thought the fiddler.
Next day he did break fast and dine
And tea along with Miss Nicholls,
And drank up her spirits and wine
And pegged away at her victuals.
She asked him a gay tune to play,
But instead he began to tiddle her,
Miss Nicholls knew not what to say,
She wondered so much at the fiddler,
To deceive me, I fear is your plan,
Said she, and that's not compatible
"Phoo!"said he, I'm a public man
You know, and am always come-at able.
She did not him well comprehend,
For she was not much of a riddler
At that time; but at nine months end
She found out he rascally fiddler.
The fiddler had got in a scrape,
He soon saw by Miss's appearance;
And guessed if he did not escape
He was likely to get into durance.
He ran off--but how struck one night
In the orchestra how was Mr. Didler
When he saw Miss N. by his right
Who stuck in his arms a yound fiddler.
Take warning, ye fair, if ye can,
And don't be too forward not chatable
And remember each public man,
Your corpus is always come-at-able
Miss N. took her babe to the play
And with her too, went the beadle there
And for this yound baby to pay,
Away he marched off master fiddler.
The Sun his bright rays;
THE sun his bright rays may withold love,
Unreflected the moon-beams may be,
But ne'er till this bosm be cold love,
Shall its pulse throb for any but thee.
For thou art the joy of my heart love,
All beauties thy beauties out vie,
And sooner than with thee I'd part love.
Thy lover thy husband would die.
The spring lovely verdure may turn love,
To satumn's sad colurless hue'
The winter like summer may burn love,
Ere cools may fond ardour for you.
The Warrior's Bride.
I saw the warrior on the plain,
His gaze was list. his brow was elite,
Yet bone his breast the life blood stain,
The blood was on his helmet still.
His counrades berme him to the grave
The bed of honour to the brave.
He died as hearts like his should die,
In the hot clasp of Victory.
I saw him Ada's living shade,
Fading in autumn's roseate gale,
Her lok of woe her cheek decayd
Her eye's dark brilliance sunk and pale.
Yet wept she not his early doom,
For valour conseerafres his tomb;
He died as heroes born to die,
In the hot clasp of Victory.
Brightly breaks the Morn.
BEHOLD how hrightly breaks the mor-ning,
Tho' bleak our lot, our heart are worm,
To toil inur'd all danger scorning,
And hail the breeze, or brave the storm.
CHORUS.
Put off, put off, our course we know.
Take heed, take heed and wisper low,
Look out, and spread our nets with care,
The prey we seek, we'll soon ensure.
Away, tho' tempest darkens o'er us,
Boldly still we'll stem the wave,
Hoist, horst all sail, while shines before us
Hope's beacon lights to cheer the brave,
Put off,. put off, &c.
Come where the Aspens quiver.
Sung by Mrs. Waylett.
Come where the Aspens quiver,
Down by the flowing river,
Bring your gultar, bring your gultar,
Sing me the songs I love:
Sing me of fame and glory.
Sing of the poor maid's story
When her true love must leave her,
Call'd to the Holy War,
Come where the Aspens, &c.
Come to the wild-rose bower.
Come at the vesper hous.
Bring your gultar, bring your gultar,
Sing me the songs I love,
Sing of affection slighted.
Sing me of found hopes blighted,
Sing of the dewy flower,
Sing of the Evening Star:
Come where the Aspens, &c.
The Sprit of the Storm.
At sight of each terrific form,
All tremblling and with fear opprest,
The idaleyon quits her sea built nest,
Prophetic of a coming strom,
To desolate a smiling land.
AIR.
Loud roars the spirit of the Storm,
Their breasts the angry billows bear,
Bursting their bounds, they scem to arm,
and battle with the murky air;
The Mariner then calmly feels,
The perils of his hapless stage;
Before high heaven he trembling kneels,
And to his will resigns his fale,
Tho' horrors rise upon his view,
Resolved to steer the Vessel true.
Hoars brays the trumpets throar... the
while,
The frind of war their fire brands shake,
And Carnage on some burning pile,
Sits brooding o'er and empire's wreck,
'Tis then the Soldier's manly heart,
To home, one tear drop doth beneath,
sBends to that power that points the dart,
Just midway'twixt life and death,
Tho' horrors rise upon his View,
Resolv'd to fight the Battle true.
The Rose of Affection.
OF all the sweet flowers that bloom in the
Spring,
Pf all the gay brids that float on the wing,
Give me the pure violet and lily so pale,
The thrush and the linnet, the pride of the
vale; (I'll impart,
But the queen of all flowers, whose worth
Is the rose of affection that blooms in the heart.
Then give me a girl with a heart that's sincers
And the eye that can drop an affectionate
tear: twine,
Thus the rose and the lily shalll gracefully
An emblem of bearuty, wherer virtues combine
Form a queen of all flowers, whose worth
I'll impart. (heart.
Is the rose of affection at blooms in the
CANADIAN BOAT SONG.
By T . MORE, Efq.
FALNTLY as tolls the evening chime,
Our voice keep tune , and our oars keep time:
Soon as the wound on share look him,
He'll frug at ST. Arue's our [parting byound,
Row, brothers, the pleam runs fulfi,
The Rapids are wear and the day light's part.
Why should we yet our fails unfurl,
There is not a breath the blue waves to curl:
But when the wind blows off the shore,
Oh! Sweetly we'll refl our seaty our;
Blow, breezes, blow, the fireom, & c,.
Ut away tide this trembling moon,
Shall see us float over they surges soon:
Saint of this green I sle, hear our prayer,
6+ ant us coal heaveus and fav'ring air.
Blow, breezes, blow, &c.
THE BEGGAR MAN.
A WINTER - PIECE .
AROUND the fire, one wintry night,
The farraer's rofy children fat;
The faggot lent its blazing light,
And jokes went round and carelefs chat
When, hark a gentle hand they hear
Low tapping at the bolled door:
And thus, to gain their willing ear,
A feeble voice was heard t'implore:
"Cold blows the blaft across the moor:
The fleet drives hiffing in the wind:
on toilfome mountain lies before:
A dreary treelefs wafts behid.
"My eyes are weak and dim with age:
No road, no path, can I decry:
And these poor rags ill stand the rage
Of such a keen inclement sky.
"So faint I am---these tottering feet
No more my palfied frame can bear:
My freezing heart forgets to bear,
And drifting snows my tomb prepare
"Open your hospitable door,
And shield me from the biting blaft:
Cold, cold it blows across the moor,
The warry moor that I have pass'd!"
With hasty step the farmer ran,
And close beside the fire they place
The poor half frozen beggar man,
With thaking lambs and blue-par face.
The little childern flocking came,
And chafed his frozen hands in theirs:
And bufily the good old dame,
A comfortable mafs prepares.
Their kindnefs cheer'd his drooping foul:
And slowly down his wrinkled cheek
The big round tears were seen to roll.
And told the thanks he could not speak;
The children, too, began to figh,
And all their merry chat was o'er;
And yet they felt, they knew not why,
More glad than they had done before
DUNOIS the Brave.
It was Danos the yound and brave,
Was bound for Palestine,
But firee he made his orisons,
Before St. Mary's Shrime,
And graut immortal Queen of Heaven.
Was till the soldier' praver--
That I may prove the bravest knight,
'And love the fairst far.'
His oath of honor on the shrine,
He graw it with his sword,
Aad follow. to the Holly Land,
The banner of his Lord.
Where faithful to his noble now,
His warry fill'd the air.
'Be bronr'd aye, the bravest knight,
belov'd the fairst fair.'
They ow'd the conquest to his arm,
And then his liege Lord said,
The heart that has for honor bear.
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 hbound the holvkoot.
Before St. Mary's shrin.
That makes a Paradlse onearth
If hearts and hands comblue
And every lord and lady bright,
That were in Chargel there.
Cried, 'Honour'd be the bravest knight,
Below'd the fairest fair.'
Printes by J.Catbach, s, Monmouth-Cours
Dials. Battledores, Primers, &c. Sold
very Cheap.