Made the bells of Sandon The pleasant waters of the river Lee! I have heard bells solling “old Adrian's mole" in But thy sounds were sweeter than the dome of Peter Flings o'er the Tiber, pealing sol- Oh the bells of Shandon The pleasant waters of the river Lee! There's a bell in Moscow, while on tower and kiosko, In Saint Sophia, the Turkman gets, And loud in air calls men to prayer From the tapering summits of tall minarets. Such empty phantom I freely grant them; But there's an anthem more dear to me It's the bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleass at waters of the river Lee' TERENCE'S FAREWELL LADY DUFFERIN. So, ny Kathleen, you're going to leave me alone by myself in his place; will But I'm sure on wi" never deceive me, Oh, those English deceivers by nature, cere: They'll say you're a sweet charming creature, But don't you believe them, my dear. O, Kathleen, agrah I don't be minding The flattering speeches they'd make; But tell them a poor lad in Ireland Is breaking his heart for your sake. It's folly to keep you from going, Though, faith, it's a mighty hard case; For, Kathleen, you know there's no knowing When next I shall see your swate face. And when you come back to me, Kathleen, None the better will I be off then; You'll be speaking such beautiful Eng lish, Sure I wont know my Kathleen again. Aye now, where's the need of this hurry! BONNIE DUNDEE. SIR. W, SCOTT. To the Lords of Couvention 'twas Claverhouse spoke : "Ere the king's crown go down there, are crowns to be broke ; So each cavalier, who loves honor and me, Let him follow the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee. Come, fill up my cup; come fill up my can, Come, saddle my horses, and call out my men. Unhook the West Port, and let us gae free For it's up wi' the bonnets o' Bonnie Dundee he is mounted-he rides up the The bells they ring backward, the drums. they are beat. But the Provost (douce man) said, "Just e'en let it be ; For the town is weel rid o' that deil o' Dundee." Come, fill up my cup, &c. There are hills beyond Pentland, and lands beyond Forth; If there are Lords in the South, there are Chiefs in the North. There are brave Duinhe-wassels, three thousand times three, Will cry, "Hey! for the bonnets ơ Bonnie Dundee." Come, fill up my cup, &c. "Then, awa' to the hills, to the lea, to the rocks! Ere I own a usurper, I'll crouch wi' the fox. And tremble, false Whigs, in the midst o' your glee; Ye hae nae seen the last o' my bonnets and me." Come, fill up my cup, &c. DO THEY MISS ME AT HOME. GRANNIS. Do they miss me at home, do they miss me? "Twould be an assurance most dear, To know that this moment some loved " one, Were saying, "I wish he were here; To feel that the group at the fire-side, Were thinking of me as I roam, Oh yes, 'twould be joy beyond measure, To know that they miss me at home To know that they miss me at home. |