WHEN SHALL WE THREE MEET AGAIN? [Music by HORSLEY.] WHEN shall we three meet again? PRETTY THINGS YOUNG LOVERS J. OXENFORD.] SAY. [Music by W. V. WALLACE. Two lovers sat on the green hill side, No jot they cared for the world so wide, Together we will live and die, And in one grave we both shall lie." Pretty things young lovers say, Would that the year were always May. An old man sat on the bare hill side, Two tombs were standing not side by side, Would that the year were always May. SWEET NANCY PAGE AND I. M. WATSON.] [Music by M. WATSON. WE lived and loved as little ones, Did Nancy Page and I, Unconscious of the fleeting hours That then were passing by; We little thought, in our young hearts, One day it happen'd so to pass, That Nancy Page and I Were walking by the village church, I ask'd her then if she'd be mine; "I'm yours till death!" Oh, happy then, And since that day that made us one, No sorrow have we seen, Myself as happy as a king, And Nancy as a queen. And never from our humble home THE SPLENDOUR FALLS ON CASTLE WALLS, OR THE BUGLE SONG. ALFRED TENNYSON.] [Music by J. BLOCKLEY. THE splendour falls on castle walls, And snowy summits old in story," The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying; Blow, bugle-answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. Oh, hark! oh, hear! how thin and clear, Oh, love, they die in yon rich sky! And grow for ever and for ever. Blow, bugie, blow, set the wild echoes flying; And answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. OLD FRIENDSHIP'S SMILE. E. FITZBALL.] [Music by W. V. WALLACE. WHILE on my home once more I gaze, The meads, the groves so often ranged, Still there the cutter's early fire, And thus when grief and adverse years Old friendship's smile, although in tears, WOULD YOU GAIN THE TENDER [Music by G. F. HANDEL.] WOULD you gain the tender creature? Beauty by constraint possessing, Lifeless charms without the heart. WHEN HE WHO ADORES THEE. THOMAS MOORE.] [Air-"The fox's sleep." WHEN he who adores thee has but left the name Of his fault and bis sorrow behind, O say, wilt thou weep, when they darken the fame Yes, weep, and however my foes may condemn, For heav'n can witness, though guilty to them, With thee were the dreams of my earliest love; Oh! blest are the lovers and friends who shall live, But the next dearest blessing that heaven can give, Is the pride of thus dying for thee! G. LINLEY.] IT WAS TO BE. [Music by G. LINLEY. IT was to be-regret is vain Hope's dream hath pass'd away, Like cliffs that have been rent in twain, My heart, like some poor blighted rose It was to be-regret is vain— I watch night's ling'ring shadows flee, The timid bird in yonder grove |