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The Thornless Rose-W. Kirby, Poetry by Rosa-
mond Wadams .....................

The Tight Irish Boy

Though the Pine has tower'd green.............. 293

Though Winter blast the Weeping Year
Three Students were travelling over the Rhine
Thrown on the wide World...

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The Tippler-C. Walther.............................................................. 272

The Tired Soldier-T. Coombe .....

The Topsails shiver in the Wind-Dr. Arne ....... 319
The Treasure-Finder-From Auber's Opera of 'The
Crown Jewels,' Poetry by G. Soane, A.B....... 100
The Troth I have plighted-Words by Neale, adapted
to the Air of an Italian Waltz
170
The Two Lovers-J. P. Knight, Poetry by Heber.. 408
The Village Bells, or May-Day-T. Welsh
338
The Village Smithy-From the German of Korner,
adapted to an Air by Godfred Weber
The Voice and the Pen-Irish Melody, 'Is it the
Priest you want,' Poetry by D. F. M'Carthy 418
The Vulture of the Alps-Music by J. J. Hutchinson,
of the American Hutchinson Family
The Wake of Teddy Roe...................................................................
The Wanderer-Thomas Dibdin

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To me a smiling Infant came-M. Sharp, the Poe.
try by Toms..

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The Wanderer's Return-Mozart, Poetry by D.
Thomson....................

To my Mother-Translated from the German of
Uhland, and adapted to an Air by André

To my Muse give Attention .....

The War that for a Space did fail................ 180
The Warrior's Return-J. M. Jolly

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-The Washing-Day-To the Air "There's nae Luck
aboot the House'

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To the Brook and the Willow-Sir J. A. Stevenson 226

To the Clouds-Translated from the German of

Goethe, and adapted to an Air by J. P. Lutz.... 319

To the Daisy-The Air Ah vello a mi Ritorna,' in
Norma, Poetry by G. Soane, A.B...............
To the Feast while we may...

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To the Maid I love best-Hook...........

To the Setting Sun-Translated from the German,

and adapted to an Air by Dessauer...................

Tom Starboard was a Lover true-Reeve......... 345

Tom Steady left his native Shore-M. P. King
Too late I stay'd-C. Gilfert ....................
Trotting along the Road-Reeve ................
Truisms, or Incontrovertible Facts....
Tubal Cain-H. Russell, Poetry by Charles Mackay 60
Tullochgorum-Old Scotch Song, Poetry by the
Rev. John Skinner..

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Turn to me, Love-SirJ.Stevenson, Poetry by Moore 231
'Twas down by the Streamlet.

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'Twas in June, rosy June, that I saunter'd
'Twas on a Simmer's Afternoon

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"Twas within a Mile of Edinboro' Town ......... 323
"Twill be all the same a Hundred Years hence-E.
J. Loder, Poetry by G. Soane, A.B.

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Up, up, with the Signal

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There was a Jolly Miller-From Love in a Village' 325
There was a La-s, and she was fair

Upon the barren Sand

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mother, the world, a good mo-ther is she, Says to toil is to wel-come her

fare; Some bounty she hangs us on ev-e-ry tree,

And bless es us

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The prince may boast if he can, he can,
But he never was half so free.

Our mother, the world, &c.

Andantino.

STAY, TRAVELLER, STAY.
From the Opera of La Donna del Lago, by Rossini.

Stay, traveller, stay, speed not a - way; The snow is falling fast; The

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snow is fall-ing fast; The prowl-ing wolf now seeks his prey; All Nature's charms seem lost.

No dainty fare my cot contains,

With wealth I ne'er was bless'd;

Though small my store, still what remains

Thou'rt welcome to, my guest.

Oh! traveller, stay, &c.

Ah! 'twas on such a night as this

My aged grandsire's spirit fled; Then stay-or thou like him may miss Thy path, be robb'd, and left for dead. Oh! traveller stay, &c.

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WHEN FORC'D FROM DEAR HEBE TO GO.
The Poetry from Shenstone's Pastorals, the Music by Dr. Arne.

Andante con Espressione.

When forc'd from dear He-be to go, What an-guish I felt at my heart! And I thought, but it

might not be so, She was sor-ry to see me de-part. She cast such a lan-guish-ing view, My

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DAVIDSON'S UNIVERSAL MELODIST.

To see, when my charmer goes by,

Some Hermit peep out of his cell; How he thinks of his youth with a sigh, How fondly he wishes her well. On him she may smile if she please, 'Twill warm the cold bosom of age; But cease, gentle Hebe, oh! cease,Such softness will ruin the sage.

I've stole from no flow'rets that grow

To paint the dear charms I approve; For what can a blossom bestow,

So sweet, so delightful as love.

I sing in a rustical way,

A Shepherd, and one of the throng; Yet Hebe approves of my lay;

Go, Poets, and envy my song.

WE WERE BOYS TOGETHER.

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The Poetry by G. P. Morris; the Music by Henry Russell.-Published in Davidson's Edition of his Songs. Con Anima.

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hea-ther, In child-hood where we met; Nor the green home, to mem-'ry dear, Its

sorrows and its joys,

Which call'd the transient smile or tear, When you and I were boys.

We were youths together,
And castles built in air!

Your heart was like a feather,

While mine was dash'd with care!

To you came wealth with manhood's prime, To me it brought alloys,

Ne'er imag'd in the primrose time

When you and I were boys.

We're old men together!

The friends we lov'd of yore, With leaves of Autumn weather, Are gone for ever more!

How bless'd to age the impulse giv'n,

The hope time ne'er destroys.

Which led our thoughts from earth to heav'n. When you and I were boys.

THE WHITE COCKADE.

A Favorite Jacobite Song, supposed to have been written by a Lady of Aberdeenshire.
Allegro.

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