For there a shepherd maiden dear, Then at night! then at night-oh! a gay Swiss boy I'm away-to my comrades, away: To his home and his slumbers away. THE SWISS MAID COME, haste thee, come haste thee, my bonny Swiss maid: Take thy cloak, and to church let's away; The plighted love, I claim so true, Take thy cloak, and to church let's away. Am not I, am not I, then, a happy Swiss maid? Now bless'd with my own true love, My shepherd swain to welcome home, And hail with joy each night's return. Am not I, am not I, then a happy Swiss maid, Now blest with my own true love? Now at eve, now at eve, see the happy Swiss maid, In her cot, with contentment and peace; There's naught disturbs-devoid of care, Her rest is sweet: she knows no fear. Then "good-night," and "good-night," goes the happy Swiss maid, In her cot, to her slumbers in peace RINORDINE. ONE evening as I rambled For to my great opinion, And if my parents should it know I said, "My dear, I am no rake, This pretty little thing, She fell into amaze, With her eyes as bright as amber Her cherry cheeks, and ruby lips, I had but kissed her once or twice, She modestly then asked me, 66 Pray, sir, what is your name "If you go to yonder forest, My castle you will find, Wrote in ancient history— I said, "My pretty fair maiden, But, when you come to look for me But I'll be in my castle And call for Rinordine." Come, all ye pretty fair maidens, For if you don't, you'll surely rue And beware of meeting Rinordine, MINSTREL'S RETURN FROM THE THE minstrel's return'd from the war, The noise of the battle is over, The bugle no more calls tc arms; A soldier no more-but a lover, I bend to the power of thy charms. Till, conquer'd, she fell on his breast, But fame call'd the youth to the field; His banner waved high o'er his head He gave his guitar for a shield, And soon he lay low with the deadWhile she o'er her young hero bending Received his expiring adieu"I die whilst my country defending, But I die to my lady love true " |