WHY SHOULD WE SIGH. Air-"Good Night and Joy." WHY should we sigh though Fortune frown? What is it that we toil for here? It's but the belly and the back That causes all our pain and fear! The miser has no other joy Than to augment his sordid store; And if the poor should him annoy, He turns them almless from his door. The latest, heartless, vain display, Bestow'd by minions insincere, Is on the wretch's funeral dayThe gilded hearse and mimic-tear. So why should we sigh? &c. The middle state is sure the best, Where one is neither rich nor poor; For riches can but steal our rest; And poverty none can endure! If rich, our friends would wish us dead, MATRIMONIAL SONG. London: Davidson. Tune-"Woo'd an' married, an' a'." LANG time I was doited and single, To cheer me at night or at morn. I stoiter'd hame waefu' an' weary, An' scarce kent my lodgings by name; For a' things look'd dolefu' an' dreary: But noo my gudewife has come hame. For I'm woo'd, and married, an' a'. I ance was a bachlor fusty, The laugh an' the joke o' the town; My joints were baith rattling an' rusty; My heart it hung woefully down. A pipe an' a wee drap o' toddy Were a' that I cared for a flee; But noo I hae got a bit bodie That's wonderfu' happy wi' me. For I'm woo'd, &c. MORAL. Now though my bit sang be fu' happy- An' lose the best blessing o' life; ODE FOR MUSIC. ON QUEEN VICTORIA'S VISIT TO THE CLYDE AND WEST HIGHLANDS. WELCOME! thrice welcome to our noble Clyde, To give our stream a more enduring fame. Loved one! we bid thee welcome, thee and thine; Behold the sight-say is a scene more grand? While lakes meander through their rocky way, Now gilt with sunshine, Goatfell rises grand, With snow-white cots reflected in the stream; Then mark the gallant fleet that hovers nigh, MONODY. THE Cauld, cauld grave is Helen's hame, On memory's fickle wave. She faded as the lily fades, When chilly breezes blawWhen mountain heights and lowly glades Are cover'd o'er with snaw. And nane shall mourn her loss like meNane mind her glance sae weel, For she was all that maid could beFond, faithfu', true, and leal. WRITTEN BY THE SEASIDE. 察 Nor a cloud in the sky, not a voice on the breeze, Not a wave on the far-spreading breast of the seas; Each edge of the moon, like the sun in his might, Is wrapp'd in a belt of the fullest-orb'd light: While the vessels that sit on the face of the stream, Seem fixed to the waters in motionless dream"Tis the full harvest moon-what a heavenly night! All nature reposes in silvery light. Though the world were mine own, and its vallies and hills, And I ruled into silence its myriad of rills; What more could I feel of sweet solitude here? What more of enjoyment in owning a sphere? While man is asleep, and the pure azure skies Has opened its millions of diamond-like eyes, And yon bright little star that the moon claims her own, Is abroad with its mistress as star never shone. All is love, all is beauty, all hush'd into rest- pressed Hark! a voice by the shore, and a plash on the sea, 'Tis some fleet tiny bark now that skims o'er it free, And a song like a spirit's comes softly and low, THE JOLLY YOUNG BACHELOR. Tune-"The Jolly Young Waterman." DID ye ever hear tell of the jolly young bachelor? And he smiled and he talk'd with so graceful an air, And he smiled and he talk'd with so graceful an air, That this bachelor ne'er was in want of his fair. At parties where tea-and-turn-out were the fashion too, And no ruder gentleman offered to go! To these with a relish you'd see him go dashing to, Serving the toast, a la français, tiptoe. He did it so neat, and smiled too all the time, That though partly grey he look'd like a youth in prime; And he smiled and he talk'd with so winning an air, And he smiled and he talk'd with so winning an air, That this bachelor ne'er was in want of a fair. At routes and gay balls he outrivall'd his cronies, At waltze, pirouette, or in graceful quadrille, And always was made master of ceremonies, For lightness of heart gives a lightness of heel! His solo was danced so well and so dextrously, And then he could set so neat and so famously, And smiled with so sweet and enticing an air, And smiled with so sweet and enticing an air, That this bachelor ne'er was in want of a fair. SONGS FOR CHILDREN. [The six following Songs, for children, are the copyright of Messrs. D'ALMAINE & Co., London.] THE BLACKBIRD. Music composed by W. H. Montgomery. O! PRETTY blackbird on the tree, And said, My bonnie bird! be mine? Your sweet and joyous song I hear, There's freedom in its manly sound; It falls in rapture on the ear And echoes from the hills around. I hear your mate, with love profound, From yonder thicket answer thee, While, with bright eye and merry bound, Ye tip the branches of the tree. "'Tis thus"-the noble bird replied— THE BEE. Music composed by W. H. Montgomery. THE Bee he is a gentleman, With pretty sparkling active wings; And, as he flies from flower to flower, How happily he sings. He dips his horn in every bloom, To see where honey lies; He cares not for the little Ant, That crawls upon the earth; The only joys he seems to want, Are industry and mirth. |