I weep for thee—regret is vain— WHO WOULD NOT BE A GIPSY G. J. O. ALLMAN.] FREE? WHO would not be a gipsy free? [Music by ALEX, LEE. Unfetter'd each thought, each whim; Ah! who would not roam through the merry greenwood With bounding step like him? Is the wind more free than the gipsy's foot? It can roam wherever it will, Though the wind blow east or the wind blow west, He maketh his home 'neath the sheltering boughs, But his sleep is more sound and sweet 'Neath that leafy canopy. He courts not state, nor honours, nor wealth, He envies not, nor doth despond, And so that he lives at his ease to-day, He hath not a care beyond. Then who would not be, &c. SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND. SHE is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, F3 She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, Ah little they think, who delight in her strains, He had lived for his love, for his country he died; They'll shine o'er her sleep, like a smile from the west, DEAREST, THEN I'LL LOVE THEE S. GLOVER.] MORE. [Music by S. GLOVER YES, I'll love thee, oh, how dearly, Hopes like mine can never soar; Though the world has many sorrows, And in all your hours of sadness, Youth may pass, but ask not whether And time's changes mark me too! Life may cease, but then to heaven J. G. LOCKHART.] RISE up, rise up, down; XARIFA. [Music by MRS. ROBERT ARKWRIGHT. Xarifa, lay your golden cushion Rise up, come to the window, and gaze with all the town; From gay guitar and violin the silver notes are flowing, And the lovely lute doth speak between the trumpet's lordly blowing; And banners bright from lattice light are waving everywhere, And the tall, tall plume of the bridegroom floats proudly in the air. Rise up, rise up, Xarifa, lay your golden cushion down, Rise up, come to the window, and gaze with all the town. Arise, arise, Xarifa, arise, I see Andalla's face, He bends him to the people with a calm and princely grace, Through all the lands of Xeres, and banks of Guadalquiver, Rode forth bridegroom so brave as he, so brave and lovely? never; Yon tall plume waving o'er his brow of azure mix'd with white, I guess 'twas wreathed by Zara, whom he will wed tonight. Rise up, rise up, Xarifa, lay your golden cushion down, Rise up, come to the window, and gaze with all the town. The Zegri lady rose not, nor laid her golden cushion down, Nor came she to the window to gaze with all the town ; And tho' her eyes dwelt on her knee, in vain her fingers strove, And tho' her needle press'd the silk, no flow'r Xarifa wove; One lovely rose-bud she had trac'd before the noise grew nigh, That rose-bud now a tear effaced slow dropping from her eye. "No, no," she cries, "bid me not rise, nor lay my golden cushion down, To gaze upon Andalla with all the gazing town.” What aileth thee, Xarifa, what makes thy lovely eyes look down? Why stay ye from the window far, nor gaze with all the town? Hark! hear the trumpets how they swell, and how the people cry.— He stops at Zara's palace gates ;-why sit ye still, oh, why? At Zara's gate stops Zara's mate: in him shall I dis cover The dark eyed youth pledg'd. me his truth, and was my lover. "No, no," she cries, "I will not rise, nor lay my golden cushion down, To gaze on false Andalla with all the gazing town." DEAR NATIVE ISLE. W. H. BELLAMY.] [Music by W.EAVESTAFF. DEAR native isle, the summer's sun is glowing From thy blue hills the cool fresh breeze is blowing, Dear native isle,— Dear to me, My own native isle. Dear native isle, the days of childhood glided, S. LOVER.] Dear to me, My own native isle. THE ARAB. [Music by S. Lover. THE noontide blaze on the desert fall, As the traveller reached the wish'd-for well; Fainting, he called on the Holy Name, "Nay," said the weary one, "let me die, And children hast thou that are watching for thee, "Drink!" said the Arab; "my children shall see |