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!
New hope may bloom,
And days may come,
Of milder, calmer beam;

But there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream!

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;
He'll never meet
A joy so sweet,

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!

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Oh! that hallowed form is ne'er forgot, Which first love trac'd!

Still it lingering haunts the greenest spot

On memory's waste!
'Twas odour fled

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,
And many friends I've met,

Not one fair scene or kindly smile,
Can this fond heart forget.

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But I'll confess that I'm content,
No more I wish to roam:
Oh, steer my bark for Erin's Isle,
For Erin is my home.

If England was my place of birth,
I'd love her tranquil shore,
And if Columbia were my home,
Her freedom I'd adore;

Tho' pleasant days in both I've passed,
I dream of days to come;

Oh, steer my bark to Erin's Isle,

For Erin is my

home.

YANKEE DOODLE.

My daddy to my mammy said,
(6 Do marry me, my dear miss;'
My mammy blushing, hung her head
And softly sigh'd, "Oh, yes!"
My daddy lov'd his bacher pipe,
My mother lov'd her poodle,
Till I appear'd a cherry ripe,
Dear little Yankee Doodle.

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My beauty was so great and grand,
To kiss me each would squeeze;

My mouth was like a haystack,
And my lips like butter'd peas.
When breech'd, at length, ye gods-!
how fine,

'Tis true, or I'm a noodle,

They call'd me then the genuine
Right charming Yankee Doodle.
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The most correctest possibly

Of hofficers I am;

Lauks, how the gals all laughs at I,
And how I laughs at 'em!

But 'tis my beauty makes of all

The most completest noodle,

They loves me-long, short, large and

small,

The dashing Yankee Doodle.

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A captain milintary deckt,

Take heed, ye lovely friskers,
For werry soon I does expect
To vear a pair of viskers.
But vith a tear I now departs,
Don't think vot I'm a noodle,

If I stays here you'll lose your hearts,-
Aye, all to Yankee Doodle.

Ri tol lol, &c.