THE PIRATE'S SERENADE. My boat's by the tower, my bark's in the bay, And both must be gone ere the dawn of the day. The moon's in her shroud, but to guide thee a-far, On the deck of the Daring's a love lighted star. Then wake lady, wake, I am waiting for thee, And this night or never my bride thou shalt be. Then wake lady, wake, I am waiting for thee, And this night or never my bride thou shalt be. gun, That startle the deep, when the com bat's begun; Whose glove has been ever the guard of the band. But think not of these and this moment be mine, And the plume of the proudest shall lower to thine. One hundred shall serve, the best of the brave, And the Chief of a thousand shall kneel to thy slave, And thou shalt reign Queen, and thine empire shall last, Till the red flag by inches is torn from the mast. Oh, islands there are on the face of the deep, Where the leaves never fade and the skies never weep, And there if thou wilt, our love bowers shall be When we leave for the green-wood, our home on the sea. And there thou shalt sing of the deeds that were done, When we loosed the last blast, and the last battle won, Ah! haste love, haste, for the fair breezes blow, And my ocean bird poises her pinions of snow. Now fast to the lattice these silken cords twine, They are meet for such feet and fingers as thine. The signal, my mates, ho! hurrah! for the sea, This night, and forever, my bride thou shalt be. ALL BY THE SHADY GREENWOOD TREE. ALL by the shady greenwood tree, They tread their woodland home ; Roving beneath the moon's soft light, Or in the thick embowering shade, Listening the tale, with dear delight, Of a wandering sylvan maid. All by the shady, &c. COME, COME, SOLDIERS COME! COME, Come, soldiers come ! Hark! 'tis the sound of the rolling drum Come, come, soldiers come, Hear ye the rolling drum. When duty calls we'll all obey, Hark! 'tis the sound of the rolling drum. Come, come, soldiers come, Hear ye the rolling drum. With gallant hearts and ever, ever ready hand, For God and for his home and native land, The valiant, valiant soldier gladly will obey, The sacred call that summons him away. Come, come, soldiers come, Hark 'tis the sound of the rolling drum Come, come, soldiers come, Hear ye the rolling drum. And when, and when the angry strife of battles done, 'Neath freedom's flag the glorious victory's won Returning peace, returning peace all care beguiles, And beauty greets him with her sweetest smiles. Come, come, soldiers come! Hark! 'tis the sound of the rolling drum. Come, come, soldiers come, Hear ye the rolling drum. DRAW THE SWORD, SCOTLAND. DRAW the sword, Scotland! Scotland! Scotland! O'er moor and o'er mountain hath pass'd the war sign; The pibroch is pealing, pealing, pealing, Who heeds not the summons is nae son o' thine. The clans they are gathering, gathering, gathering, The clans they are gathering, by loch and by lea : |