Happy and gay with his boat in the bay, The wealthy and great may repine at their state, Merrily oh! inerrily oh! This is the burden he gives : "Cheerily oh! though the blast may blow, The fisher boy jollily lives!" Merrily oh! merrily oh! He sleeps till the morning breaks ; The fisher boy quickly awakes: The clouds are dark but he springs to his bark, SAFELY FOLLOW HIM. D. TERRY.] [Music by T. COOKE. FOLLOW him, nor fearful deem Danger lurks in gipsy guile; Fearless, then, o'er mosses drear, From rustic swains the petty bribe, D. TERRY.] THE WOLF IS OUT. [Music by T. COOKE. Arm, brothers, arm, to the chase away! In yonder thicket, close and dark, Hence to the field, and the savage soon No more to range, &c. THE YEOMEN OF ENGLAND. C. JEFFERYS.] [Air-Old English. In England, when the curfew bell For the yeoman then, Those iron days are past and gone ; Then hope the farmer's cares beguiled, Then the peasant sang, As he reap'd the golden grain; Was the harvest-home May we soon see the like again! May peace be still the yeoman's lot, Of the bygone days, May we soon see the like again! OUR BONNY ENGLISH ROSE. C. JEFFERYS.] [Music by S. NELSON OLD England's emblem is the rose: There is no other flower Hath half the graces that adorn This beauty of the bower; And England's daughters are as fair What son of hers who has not lov'd Who hath not heard of one sweet flower, The first among the fair, To lose that sweet repose, If any bold enough there be To war 'gainst England's isle, How vain the power that defies Now heaven decrees her to the throne; "Twill be the nation's prayer That in each joy she hath not known, Beneath her sway may every land, Where she dominion holds, Be happy as the glorious isle And oh, may heaven for ever bless The bonny English Rose! WE MAY ROAM THRO' THIS WORLD. Are the dearest gifts that heaven supplies, For sensitive hearts, and for sun-bright eyes. Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd, Thro' this world, whether eastward or westward you roam, When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round, Oh! remember the smile that adorns her at home. In England, the garden of beauty is kept By a dragon of prudery, placed within call; But so oft this unamiable dragon has slept, That the garden's but carelessly watch'd after all. Oh! they want the wild sweetbriary fence Which round the flower of Erin dwells; Which warms the touch, while winning the sense, Nor charms us least when it most repels Then remember, wherever your goblet is crown'd, Thro' this world, whether eastward or westward you roam, When a cup to the smile of dear woman goes round, Oh! remember the smile that adorns her at home. In France, when the heart of a woman sets sail But just pilots her off, and then bids her good-bye, While the daughters of Erin keep the boy, Ever smiling beside his faithful oar, Through billows of woe and beams of joy, The same as he look'd when he left the shore. |