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      RETURN O MY LOVE.

Sang by Miss Somerviile in the Flying Dutchman.

Return O my love and we el never never
While the moon her soft light shall shed
I'll hold thee fast to my virgin heart
And my bosom shall pillow thy head.
The breath of the woodbine is on ray
lip,
Impearl'd in the dew of the May
And none but thou of its sweetness shall
sip
Or steal its honey away.
No no never no
Shall steal its honey away,
Return O my love &c.
Yes yes my bosom shall pillow thy head.

THE BANKS OF ALLAN

            WATER.

ON the banks of Allan Water,
When the sweet Spring time did fall,
Was the Miller's lovely daughter,
Fairest of them all.
For his bride a Soldier sought her
And a winning tongue had he,
On the Banks of Allan Water,,
None was gay as she.
On the banks of Allan Water,
When brown Autumn spread its store,
There I saw the Miller's daughter,
But she smiled no more.
For the Summer grief had brought her
And the Soldier false was he,
On the banks of Allan Water,
None was sad as she.
On the banks of Allan water,
When the Winter Snow fell fast, ,
Still was seen the Miller's daughter,
Chilling blow the blast.
But the 'Miller's lovely daughter,
Both from cold and care was free.
On the banks of Allan Water,
There a Corspe lay she.

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THE SOLDIER'S

      TEAR.

UPON the hill he turn'd,
To take a last fond look,
Of the valley and the village church,
And the cottage by the brook;
He listen'd to the sounds,
So familiar to his ear,       
And the soldier leant upon his sword.
And wiped away a tear.
Beside that cottage porch,
A girl was on her knees,
She held aloft a snowy scarf,
Which flutter'd in the breeze.
She breath'd a prayer for him,
A prayer he could not hear,
But he paus'd to bless her as she knelt,
And wiped away a tear.
He turn'd and left the spot,
Oh ! do not deem him weak,
For dauntless was the Soldier's heart,
Though tears were on his check.
Go watch the foremost ranks,
In danger's dark career,
Be sure the hand most daring there,
Has wiped away a tear.

WILT THOU SAY FAREWELL LOVE,

WILT thou say farewell, love,
And from Rosa part,               
Rosa's tears will tell love,
The anguish of her heart;
I'll still be thine and thou'll be mine,
I'll love thee tho' we sever,
Oh say can I e'er cease to sigh,
Or cease to love, no never.
Wilt thon then think of me, love,
When thou art far away.
Oh I'll think of thee, love,
Never, never stray.
I'll still be thine and thou'll be mine,
I'll love thee tho' we sever,
Oh say can.I e'er cease to sigh,
Or cease to love no never.
Let not others while I love,
Thy ardent Iove betray,
Remember Rosa's smile love,           
Tho' Rosa's far away,
I'll still be thine &c.

Pitts, Printer, wholesale Toy and Marb
      6, Gt. St. Andrew Street, Seven.