Oh! how delightful 'tis to stroll
Where murm'ring winds and waters

meet,

Marking the billows as they roll
And break resistless at your feet;
To watch young Iris as she dips
Her mantle in the sparkling dew,
And chas'd by Sol, away she trips,
O'er the ho-ri-zon's quiv'ring blue,

Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!
On old Long Island's sea-girt shore,
Many an hour I've whil'd away,
In list'ning to the breaker's roar,
That wash the beach of Rockaway

To hear the start'ling night-winds sigh,
As dreamy twilight lulls to sleep;
While the pale moon reflects from high,
Her image in the mighty deep;
Majestic scene where nature dwells,
Profound in everlasting love,
While her unmeasur'd music swells,
The vaulted firmament above,

Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!
On old Long Island's sea-girt shore,
Many an hour I've whil'd away,
In list'ning to the breaker's roar,
That wash the beach of Rockaway

MOLLY BAWN.

O, MOLLY Bawn, why leave me pining, Or lonely waiting here for you

While the stars above are brightly shining,

Because they've nothing else to do. The flowers late were open keeping, To try a rival blush with you,

But their mother, Nature, kept them sleeping,

With their rosy faces wash'd in dew.
O Molly, &c.

The pretty flowers were made to bloom, dear,

And the pretty stars were made to shine,

The pretty girls were made for the

boys, dear,

And may be

you were made for mine.

The wicked watch dog here is snarling

He takes me for a thief, dy'e see? For he knows I'd steal you, Molly, darling,

And then transported I should be.

O, Mary, &c.

SAVOURNEEN DEELISH.

On the moment was sad when my love and I parted,

!

Savourneen deelish eileen ogg As I kiss'd off her tears I was nigh broken-hearted,

Savourneen deelish eileen ogg ! Wan was her cheek, which hung on my shoulder,

Damp was her hand, no marble was colder,

I felt in my heart I ne'er more should behold her,

Savourneen deelish eileen ogg! Long I fought for my country, far, far from my true love,

Savourneen deelish eileen ogg. All my pay and my booty I hoarded for you, love,

Savourneen deelish eileen ogg! Peace was proclaim'd; escaped from the slaughter

Landed at home, my sweet girl! I sought her,

But sorrow, alas! to the cold grave had brought her

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O! SING TO ME.

O! SING to me one song of thine,
One song before we part,
That I may bear away with me
Its music in my heart.
Let it be a gentle one,
A song of early joy,

Such as a fair-haired maiden sings
To win her much loved boy.

O! sing to me the song I heard,
The other day, at noon,

When it came to me like a warbling bird,

And ceased as short and soon.

Bashfully that song was still,

For I started from out the trees;

So the bird is hush, when the brainble bush

Stirs with the passing breeze.

Turn not so tearfully away-
I can not bear to part,

With any thing but hope and joy

In the swelling of my heart. Look up to me with laughing eyes— We shall meet again ere long;

And then the greeting I shall have,
Will be thy gentle song.

So sing to me that song

of joy.

That song of summer bowers, Murmuring like the soft warm breath Of a south wind over flowers. I will kiss thee as thou warblest on, My token as I part, And so will bear away with me Thy music in my heart.

BET CAREY!

O DID you not hear of Bet Carey,
She lives in the town of Tipperary—
O the grasp of her hand, what mortal
can stand,

For fatal's the grasp of Bet Carey.

Her eyes like a furnace is beaming, Her tongue with foul slander is team

ing,

And well do I know how fatal's the

blow That drops from the fist of Bet Carey

If ever you meet this Bet Carey,
That comes from the town Tipperary,