And, through ages of bondage and slaughter, IV. Already the curse is upon her, And strangers her valleys profane ; On theirs is THE SAXON and GUILT. OH! HAD WE SOME BRIGHT LITTLE ISLE OF OUR OWN! AIR. Sheela na Guira. I. Oн! had we some bright little isle of our own, In a blue summer ocean, far off and alone, Where a leaf never dies in the still-blooming bowers, And the bee banquets on through a whole year of flowers; Where the sun loves to pause With so fond a delay, That the night only draws A thin veil o'er the day; Where simply to feel that we breathe, that we live, Is worth the best joy that life elsewhere can give! II. There, with souls ever ardent and pure as the clime, From decline as the bowers, And with Hope, like the bee, Our life should resemble a long day of light, FAREWELL!-BUT, WHENEVER YOU WELCOME THE HOUR. AIR.-Moll Roone. I. FAREWELL!-but, whenever you welcome the hour That awakens the night-song of mirth in your bower, Then think of the friend who once welcomed it too, II. And still on that evening, when pleasure fills up Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy; Which come, in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories fill'd! Like the vase, in which roses have once been distill'dYou may break, you may ruin the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still. OH! DOUBT ME NOT. AIR.-Yellow Wat and the Fox. I. OH! doubt me not-the season Shall watch the fire awaked by Love. Shall watch the fire awaked by Love. II. And though my lute no longer May sing of Passion's ardent spell, I feel the bliss I do not tell. The bee through many a garden roves, Is o'er, when Folly kept me free, Shall guard the flame awaked by thee. YOU REMEMBER ELLEN.* AIR.-Were I a Clerk. I. You remember ELLEN, our hamlet's pride, * This Ballad was suggested by a well known and interesting Story, told of a certain Noble Family in England. |