His gallant bark shall bear thee safe
Far o'er the deep blue sea ;-
Far-o'er the deep blue sea;

Far o'er th' deep, th' deep, th' deep blue sea.

The storm bird sleeps upon the rocks
No angry surges roar ;

No sound disturbs the tranquil deep,
Not e'en the dipping oar;
No watchful eye is on thee now,
Come dearest hie with me,
And cheer a darling sailor's love
Far o'er the deep blue sea.

Far o'er, &c.

She comes, she comes, with trembling

steps,

Oh! happy shall we be,

When landed safe on other shores,

From every danger free:

Now speed ye on my gallant bark,
Our hopes are all in thee,

Swift, bear us to our peaceful home
Far o'er the deep blue sea.

Far o'er, &c

THE GIPSEY GIRL'S APPEAL.

I dream'd that I dwelt in marble halls, With vassals and serfs at my side, And of all who assembled within those walls,

That I was the hope and pride.

I had riches too great to count, could boast

Of a high ancestral name;

And I also dreamed, which charm'd me most,

That you lov'd me still the same

I dream'd that suitors besought my hand,

That knights upon ben led knee,

And with vows, no maiden heart could withstand,

That they pledged their faith to ine

And I dream'd that one of this noble host,

Came forth my hand to claim;

Yet I also dream'd which charm'd me most,

That you loved still the same.

'THE OLD GRANITE STATE

We have come from the mountains,
Of the old Granite State, [Repeat
We're a band of brothers, (Repeat.)
And we live among the hills;
With a band of music,

(Repeat.) We are passing 'round the world.

We have left our aged parents, (Repeat. In the old Granite State;

We obtained their blessing, (Repeat.)
And we blessed them in return;
Good old-fashioned singers, (Repeat.)
They can make the air resound.

We have eight other brothers,
And of sisters just another,
Besides our father and mother,
In the old Granite State;
With our present number,

(Repeat.)

There are fifteen in the tribe, Thirteen sons and daughters, (Repeat.) And their history we bring.

Yes, while the air is ringing,
With their wild mountain singing,
We the news to you are bringing,
From the old Granite State:

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'Tis the tribe of Jesse,

And their several names we sing

David, Noah, Andrew, Zeppy
Caleb, Joshua, Jess, and Benny,
Judson, Rhoda, John, and Asa,
And Abbey are our names;
We're the sons of Mary
Of the tribe of Jesse,

And we now address ye,

With our native mountain song;

And by prudent guessing,

We shall whittle through the world.

We are all Washingtonians,
Yes, we're all Washingtonians,
Heaven bless the Washingtonians,
Of the old Granite State

We are all teetotalers

(Repeat.)

And have signed the temperance

pledge.

We are all teetotalers,

(Repeat.)

And have signed the temperance pledge

Now three cheers all together,
Shout Columbia's people ever,
Yankee hearts none can sever,
In the old Granite State.
Like our sires before us,
We will swell the chorus,
'Till the Heavens o'er us,

Shall rebound the loud hurrah'

Like our sires before us,
We will swell the chorus,

'Till the Heavens o'er us,

Shall rebound the loud hurrah!
Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!

THE FAIR LAND OF POLAND.

WHEN the fair land of Poland was ploughed by the hoof

Of the ruthless invader-when might With steel to the bosom, and fire to the roof,

Completed her triumph o'er right: