THE ROYAL MINSTREL. GOD SAVE THE QUEEN. God save our gracious Queen, Send her victorious, Long to reign over us, God save the Queen. O Lord, our God, arise, And make them fall: Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks! On Victoria our hopes we fix, The choicest gifts in store, On Victoria be pleased to pour, May she defend our laws, And ever give us cause, To sing with heart and voice, God save the Queen, QUEEN OF MY SOUL. RIZZIO'S LAST SONG. Queen of my soul, whose star like eyes I bow me to my love's control, Mary, Mary, queen of my soul! The mountains of my native shore Ah, linger midst their clouds no more, Where Italy's blue waters roll, Queen of my soul! Mary, Mary, queen of my soul ! The perfum'd rose, for thee is twin'd, No, fly beyond thy fate's controul, Queen of my soul ! Mary, Mary, queen of my soul! I LOVE HER, HOW I LOVE HER. I Love her, how I love her, Though mine, alas! she ne'er can be: The time by tears I measure, I prize my fatal treasure, And feel a fatal pleasure, In suffering, dear love, for thee. Deep in my bosom concealing the fierce flame That consumes me, ne'er to thee shall my lips reveal, All the woes I feel; The voice of honour I obey-it speaks in friendship's sacred name. THE BRAVE OLD OAK. A song to the oak, the brave old oak, There's fear in his frown, when the sun goes down, And he showeth his might on a wild midnight, And still flourish he a hale green tree, In the days of old, when the spring with gold, Through the grass at his feet crept maidens sweet And on that day, at thé rebeck gay, They frolic'd with lovesome swains They are dead-they are gone-in the church yard laid, But the tree it still remains. Then here's, &c. Then was the rare times, when the Christmas chimes Was a merry sound to hear When the squire's wide hall, and the cottage small And a ruthless king is he But he never shall send our ancient friend, Then here's, &c. COME, DWELL WITH ME. Come, dwell with me, come, dwell with me, With a distant view of each changing scene. The sheltering boughs are ever green, The streamlet, as it flows along, Seems murmuring forth a fairy song. Come, dwell with me, &c. The tendrils of the purple vine, "Twill be my pride to hear thee say, Love makes this valley far more gay, Come, dwell with me, &c. GLORIOUS APOLLO. Glorious Apollo from on high beheld us, While we ourselves such a structure might raise. Thus then combining, Hands and hearts joining Sing we in harmony Apollo's praise. Here every gen'rous sentiment awaking, Each social pleasure giving and partaking, Hands and heart joining, JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO, John Anderson, my jo, John, when nature first began, To try her canny hand, John, her m ater-word was man; And you amang them a', John, sae trig frae top to toe, She prov'd to be nae journey work, John Anderson, my jo. |