THE PIRATE'S CALL.

TUNE.-My bark is on the deep, love THERE's a prize upon the deep, boys, There's gold in the gathering gale, Then to your posts quick leap, boys, And nimbly spread all sail. Awake, awake, bold pirates, &c

See, see, she heavily ploughs, boys,
With the weight of her costly freight,
Pour in upon her bow, boys,

We'll soon make her cargo light.
Awake, Awake, &c.

Huzza! our broadsides tells, boys,
Her flags and her mainmast lowers,
And the wild despairing yell, boys,
Proclaim that the victory's ours.
Awake, awake, &c.

Quick, sound the bugle loud, boys,
Board! hearties, bold and free,
The ocean shall be their shroud, boys,
And their bark our prize shall be.

Then awake, &c.

ADIEU! MY NATIVE LAND, ADIEU!

ADIEU, my native land adieu,

The vessel spreads her swelling sails; Perhaps I never more may view

Your fertile fields, your flow 'ry dales Delusive hope can charm no more,

Far from the faithless maid I roam; Unfriended seek some foreign shore, Unpitied leave my native home. Adieu, my native, &c.

Farewell, dear village, oh, farewell,
Soft on the gale thy murmur dies,
I hear thy solemn evening bell,

Thy spires yet glad my aching eyes.
Though frequently falls the dazzling tear,
I scorn to shrink from fate's decree;
And think not, cruel maid, that e'er
I'd heave another sigh for thee.
Adieu, my native, &c.

In vain through shades of frowning night, Mine eyes thy rocky coast explore; Deep sinks the fiery orb of light,

I view thy beacon now no more. Rise! billows, rise! blow hollow winds' Nor night, nor storms, nor death 1 fear;

Unfriended bear me hence, to find,

The peace here.

which fate denies me

Adieu, my native, &c

THE BRIDAL STAR.

His white plume o'er the mountain streams,

My heart throbs with delight,
His corslet in the sunshine beams,
He comes my peerless knight.
The banquet spread and music bring
From holy land afar,

His lady love shall welcome sing,
And touch her gay guitar.

While songs of mirth and pastime

strains,

Are breathing soft around,
Hail, vassals, hail, till yonder plains
His welcome home resound;

I'll deck myself in all my best,
And wear my Bridal Star:
And now he's laid his lance at rest,
I'll touch my gay guitar.

The banquet spread, &c

QUEEN OF THE MAY

You must wake and call me early, call me early, mother dear,

To-morrow'll be the happiest time in all the glad New Year;

Of all the glad New Year, mother, the maddest, merriest day;

For I'm to be Queen of the May, mother, I'm to be Queen of the May.

"There's many a black, black eye, they say, but none so bright as mine; There's Margaret, and Mary, there's Kate and Caroline;

But none so fair as little Alice in all the land they say,

So I'm to be Queen of the May, mother, I'm to be Queen of the May.

I'll sleep so sound all night, mother, that I shall never wake,

If you do not call me loud, mother, when the day begins to break;

For I must gather knots of flowers, and buds, and garland's gay;

For I'm to be Queen of the May, mother, I'm to be Queen of the May.

As I came up the valley, whom think ye I should see,

But Robert leaning on the bridge, beneath the hazel tree;

He thought of that sharp look, mother, I gave him yesterday,

But I'm to be Queen of the May, mother, I'm to be Queen of the May..

He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white,

And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light,

They call me cruel hearted, but I care not what they say,

For I'm to be Queen of the May, mother, I'm to be Queen of the May.

They say he's dying all for love, but that can never be,

They say his heart is breaking, mother, what is that to me;

There's many a bolder lad will woo me any summer's day,

And I'm to be Queen of the May, mother, I'm to be Queen of the May.

Little Effi shall go with me to-morrow to the green;