CUSHLAMACREE.

He tells me he loves me,
And how can I believe,
The heart he has won

He would wish to deceive;
For ever and always

His sweet words to me

Are my alien ma vorneen cushlama

cree.

Oh! when will the day come,

The blest happy day,

When a maiden shall hear

All her lover can say.

And he speaks out the words

He now whispers to me

Are my alien ma vorneen cushlama

cree.

Last night when we parted,

His gentle good-by,

A thousand times said

And each time with a sigh;

Were my alien ma vorneen cushlama

cree.

"TIS SAD TO LEAVE YOUR FATHER

LAND.

'Tis sad to leave your father land,
And friends you loved there well,
To wander on a stranger strand,
Where friends but seldom dwell,
Yet, hard as are such ills to bear,
And deeply though they smart,
Their pangs are slight to those who are
The orphans of the heart.

Oh, if there were one gentle eye,
To weep when I might grieve,
One bosom to receive the sigh,
Which sorrow oft will heave.
One heart the ways of life to cheer,
'Tho' rugged they might be,
No language can express how dear
That heart would be to me.

A SONG A SONG! A MERRY SONG!

A SONG a song! a merry song!

A song for the

gay and free

Let the halls resound

To the welcome sound,

A merry minstrelsy.

A song-a song! a jovial song,
Such as Bacchanals should sing
Of the ruby wine,

In their cups divine,

And the grapes ripe clustering!

A song-a song! a plaintive song,
A song for the love-sick maid;
Of a fickle youth,

In the 'guise of truth,

Who a fair one had betrayed.

A song-a song! a merry song!
A merry song for me;

Of mirth and delight,
In our halls at night,

With a merry minstrelsy.

A SOLDIER'S LIFE IS THE LIFE WE

LOVE.

AWAY We march to the bugle sounding, Our hands are firm, and our hearts are glad ;

Our steps are light o'er the green turf bounding,

And happy's the life of a soldier lad

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For smiling lasses, briming glasses,
Greet us home when daylight passes
And then we sing to the skies above,
A soldier's life is the life we love!

But when from home, and call'd to duty,

Our hopes are high, and our flag's unfurl'd,

We bid adieu to smiles and beauty, For a soldier's home is the wide, wide world.

We seek our foes 'mid cannon's

rattle,

And when we're victors in the
battle,

Oh then we sing to the skies above,
A soldier's life is the life we love!

At Waterloo a hero led us,

Whose brow's are wreath'd for the deeds he's done;

He taught our foreign foes to dread us, Then cheer for immortal Wellington!

For all who hear that hero's story,
Praise his deeds, and share the
glory;

Then let us sing to the skies above,
A soldier's life is the life we love!

Though some may fall beyond the billows,

No foot shall tread on the soldier's

grave;

We'll bear them far where bending willows

In some lone spot o'er their ashes

wave.

For though a soldier's call'd sternhearted,

Tears we give for those departed; And our dirge shall be to the skies above,

A soldier's life is the life we love.

THE MAYPOLE

COME, lasses and lads
Get leave of your dads,
And away to the May-pole hie,
Where every He,

Has got a She,

And the fiddler standing by.
Where Willy has got his Jill,
And Jackey has got his Joan,
And there to jig it, jig it, jig it,
Jig it up and down.

Tol de rol lol, &c.