LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM. OH! the days are gone, when beauty bright My heart's chain move; When my dream of life, from morn to night, Was love, still love! But there's nothing half so sweet in life Oh! there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream. Though the bard to a purer flame may soar, When wild youth's past; Though he win the wise, who frown'd before, To smile at last; In all his noon of fame, As when first he sung to woman's ear His soul-felt flame, And, at every close she blushed to hear The one loved name! wwwwww Oh! that hallowed form is ne'er forgot, Which first love trac'd! Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot On memory's waste! As soon as shed; 'Twas morning's winged dream! 'Twas a light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream! Oh! 'twas light that ne'er can shine again On life's dull stream. BY THE MARGIN OF FAIR ZURICH'S WATERS. By the margin of fair Zurich's waters— Ayieo! Dwelt a youth whose fond heart, night and day, For the fairest of fair Zurich's daughters-Ayieo, In a dream of love melted away! When alone, no one bolder than he, But with her none more timid could be, Will you list to me, dearest, I pray?— Ayieo, When she did, this was all he could say: Ayieo! Ayieo! alack, well a day! Ayieo! Ayieo! was all she could say. By the margin of fair Zurich's waters -Ayieo! At the close of a fine summer's day; To the fairest of fair Zurich's daughters-Ayieo! This fond youth at last to say, I'm in love, as you plainly may see, Could I any other but thee? Oh say, wilt thou be my bride? Ayieo: Can you tell how this fair one replied? Ayieo! Ayieo! I leave you to guess, Ayieo Ayieo! of course she said yes! ERIN IS MY HOME. Он, I have roamed in many lands, Not one fair scene or kindly smile, www But I'll confess that I'm content, If England was my place of birth, Tho' pleasant days in both I've passed, Oh, steer my bark to Erin's Isle, For Erin is my home. YANKEE DOODLE. My daddy to my mammy said, Ri tol lol, &c. My beauty was so great and grand, My mouth was like a haystack, 'Tis true, or I'm a noodle, They call'd me then the genuine The most correctest possibly Of hofficers I am; Lauks, how the gals all laughs at I, But 'tis my beauty makes of all The most completest noodle, They loves me-long, short, large and small, The dashing Yankee Doodle. Ri tol lol, &c. A captain milintary deckt, Take heed, ye lovely friskers, If I stays here you'll lose your hearts,- Ri tol lol, &c. |