There is a lovely brilliant star
There was a maiden, well-a-day!
They deem it n sorrow gone by
They chide me for repining
They talk of dales and hills in Wales
This is the bird that sweeps o'er the sea
This rose, to calm my brother's cares
Though fate, my girl, may bid us part
Thy beauty, while it thrills my soul.
Tho' days are gone when you and I
"Tis gone-the past was all a dream
"Tis years since we two parted

"Tis believed that this harp which I now wake for thee

"Tis many years, my old mate Jack

"Tis a dreary thing to be

'Tis Christmas-time! away with reason
Time that's gone, none may restore it

To the Baltic's broad billows we go, boys
Turn on, old Time, thine hour-glass
"Twas on the morn of sweet May-day
"Twas down in Cupid's garden

Two gentle words, two loving words

Two lovers sat on the green hill-side

Two real tars, whom duty called...

Unfurled were the sails bearing William afar
Up! quit thy bower, late wears the hour

Voice of music, sweetly falling

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What argufies pride and ambition

Waking as from balmy sleep

We've long sung the praise of old English roast beef

We lived and loved as little ones....

We court no gale with wooing sail

Weep on, weep on, your hour is past

We tars have a maxim, your honours, d'ye see

We may roam thro' this world like a child at a feast.

What a merry life we gipsies lead

Whate'er our lot in life may prove

When by the evening's quiet light

When daylight was yet sleeping under the billow

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When forced from dear Hebe to go

... 163

When gentle music's sounding

... 232

When I drain the rosy bowl

When he who adores thee has left but a name

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... 103

When Jack parted from me

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When other lips and other hearts

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...

When on board our trim vessel we joyously sailed
When shall we three meet again...
When the breath of English meadows
When Time was entwining the garland of years
When the wind is blowing free, boys
When Time, who steals our years away
When through life unblessed we rove
When they told me he was married
When Venus first rose from the wave
When woman plights her troth to him
While woman like soft music's charms
While on my home once more I gaze
While up the shrouds the sailor goes
Who would not be a gipsy free?...
Wherefore, dearest, my suit denying
Who has here, far or near, seen Hugo?...
Why not tell me if you love me
Why throbs this heart with rapture new
Within a bower, a lady gay

With shatter'd limbs Jack came from sea
Would you hear a sad story of woe
Would you gain the tender creature?
Write on the sand when the tide is low

Ye shepherds, tell me have you seen
Ye mariners of Spain

...

Yes, we will meet as the coldest have met
Yes, I'll love thee, oh, how dearly

You deem me cold and heartless

Young Cupid went storming to Venus one day
Young Guillot, a poor simple swain

...

Young Tom the carman's tongue was slow...

THE END.