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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?
In her cot, with contentment and peace;
ONE evening as I rambled
Two miles below Pomroy,
All on the mountains high,
Your beauty shines most clear,
And if my parents should it know My life they would destroy, For keeping of your company
All on the mountains high."
I said, "My dear, I am no rake,
This pretty little thing,
With her eyes as bright as amber
I had but kissed her once or twice, Till she came to again; She modestly then asked me, "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-
Come, all ye pretty fair maidens,
And beware of meeting Rinordine,
MINSTREL'S RETURN FROM THE
THE minstrel's return'd from the war,
sung in the bower of his fair-
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. Sweet lady, fair lady, I'm thine,
I bend to the magic of beautyThough the banner and helmet are mine Yet love calls the soldier to duty." The minstrel his suit warmly press'd, She blush'd, sigh'd, and hung down her head;
Till, conquer'd, she fell on his breast, And thus to the happy youth said: "the bugle shall part us, love, never;
My bosom thy pillow shall be, Till death tears thee from me, forever, Still faithful, I'll perish with thee." Sweet lady, &c.
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 "