The bold independence that labor shall buy Shall strengthen our hands and forbid us to sigh; Away, far away, let us hope for the best, And build up a home in the land of the west! To the west! &c. LILLY DALE. H. S. THOMPSON. "TWAS a calm still night, and the moon's pale light, Shone soft o'er hill and vale; When friends mute with grief, stood around the death-bed, Of my poor lost Lilly Dale. Oh! Lilly, sweet Lilly, dear Lilly Now the wild rose blossoms o'er her 'Neath the trees in the flow'ry vale. Her cheeks that once glowed, with the rose tint of health, By the hand of disease had turned pale, And the death-damp was on the pure I white brow, Of my poor lost Lilly Dale. Oh! Lilly, etc. go, she said, to the land of rest, And ere my strength shall fail, I must tell you where, near my own loved home, You must lay poor Lilly Dale. Oh! Lilly, etc. 'Neath the chestnut tree, where the wild flowers grow, And the stream ripples forth through the vale, When the birds shall warble their songs in spring, There, lay poor Lilly Dale. Oh! Lilly, etc. CONSTANTINOPLE. KIND friends, your pity now bestow, Though I promise not to bore you. For I loved a gay young colonel, who From Constantinople came, Constantinople, Constantinople, Constantinople the colonel came. Chorus.- C-O-N, with a con, S-T-A-N, with a stan, With a constan, T-I ti, with a constanti, N-O no, with a no, with a constantino, I met the colonel at the ball, name So I accepted the young colonel, One evening while we sat at tea, I soon found he a swindler was, CON, with a con, etc. THE DEAREST SPOT. WRIGHTON. THE dearest spot of earth to me, There, how charm'd the sense of hear There, where hearts are so endearing, I've taught my heart the way to prize I've learn'd to look with lover's eyes, There, where vows are truly plighted, NORA O'NEAL. On! I'm lonely to-night love, without you, And I sigh for one glance of your eye; For, sure there's a charm, love, about you, Whenever I know you are nigh. Like the beam of the star when 'tis smi ling, Is the glance which your eye can't conceal, And your voice is so sweet and beguiling That I love you, sweet Nora O'Neal. Chorus.-Oh I don't think that ever I'll doubt you, My love I will never conceal, Oh! I'm lonely to-night, love without you, My darling, sweet Nora Oh the nightingale sings in the wildwood, As if every note that he knew Was learned from your sweet voice in childhood, To remind me, sweet Nora, of you |