WHEN THE MORNING FIRST DAWNS. WHEN the morning first dawns, we will seek the green hill, Before the horn from the peak wakes the plain, Before the horn from the peak wakes the plain, And list to the hum of the wild mountains rill, Or join with pure hearts in the lark's thrilling strain, Or join with pure hearts in the lark's thrilling strain. The lark's thrilling strain, Or join with pure hearts in the lark's thrilling strain, Hail, hail, the fresh morn, list the chirp of the birds, Hark the pipe of the shepherd, hark the low of the herds, While distant and dying sweet echo brings near, The sound of the horn the village to cheer, The sound of the horn the village to cheer. Li ra la li ra la, &c. When the first star of evening illumines the sky, And herds from the hills seek their homes in the vale, And herds from the hills seek their homes in the vale, Hand and hand we will roam, the lone rivulet by, And list to the Nightingale's heart soothing tale, And list to the Nightingale's heart soothing tale, the Nightingale's tale, And list to the Nightingale's heart soothing tale; Hail! hail! the calm eve, see each bird flies to rest See the wife spreads the board, and the hind seeks his rest, While distant and dying, sweet echo brings near, The sound of the horn the village to cheer, The sound of the horn, the village to cheer, Li ra la li ra la, &c. IN THE DAYS WHEN WE WENT GIPSYING. In the days when we went gipsying, The lads and lasses in their best We danced and sung the jocund strain, And nought but mirth and jollity And thus we passed the pleasant time, In the days when we went gipsying, All hearts were light and eyes were bright While Nature's face was gay, The trees their leafy branches spread, And perfumes fill'd sweet May. 'Twas there we heard the cuckoo's note, Steal softly through the air, While every scene around us look'd More beautiful and fair. And thus, &c. We filled a glass to every lass, To friends away we turned our thoughts, And oh, we wish'd them with us there Beneath the forest tree. And thus, &c. FRIENDS, COME DRAW NEAR. FRIENDS, come draw near and hear tho story, Of a postillion bold and gay, Tis true indeed, 'tis no vain glory, Take, take my word for all I say; When far his horses tramp was sounding, The village maids came forth to greet, Many a heart from them was bounding, The happy postillion must be, " How gay and free, The happy postillion must be! The happy postillion e'er must be. Many a lady high in station, If None drives but this postillion bold; Late in the night, the village leaving, No more he roves to ev'ry flower, He that o'er many hearts had power, |