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Round...

..(three voices)......G. H. Rodwell.

A. H. GLENNIE.

J. J. PULLEINE.

T. P. WILLIAMSON.

Yes! Brothers, yes! it is the midnight drum,
Falls on the ear, so blithe, so clear,

Telling the sentinel the hour is come,
Of welcome rest his heart to cheer.
But if again the trumpet sounds,

No more he dreams of soft repose,
With valour straight his bosom bounds,
He pants to meet his country's foes.

Madrigal........ ..Four parts........... Pearsall.

Full Choir.

(Written in imitation of a species of Canzonet, in fashion before the introduction of Madrigals into England.)

Who shall win my lady fair

When the leaves are green?

Who but I should win my lady fair
When the leaves are green?

Not you,

No, no!

The bravest man

That best love can

Shall win my lady fair.

Danderly, danderly, danderly, dan,

He shall marry her, he's the man.

(And similar verse.)

Song.." When the moon is brightly shining".. Molique.

REV. R. DUCKWORTH.

When the moon is brightly shining,
Then may song its sweets impart,
With the trembling ray entwining
Round the unsuspecting heart!
Through my lov'd one's window glancing,
Silver beams their way can win,
Surely then a strain entrancing
Unobserved may venture in!

Light and sound their pow'rs uniting,
Soft illusions soon will shed;
Now with dulcet notes delighting,
Shining now around her head.

Should she wake, a spell throw o'er her,
Light and sound her eyes to close,

Let mine image rise before her

Mid'st the dreams of sweet repose!

Should she sleep, then gently wake her,
Light and sound in wondrous mood,
With your soft allurements make her
Meet the heart by whom she's woo'd.
Let her all enchanted listen,

And the curtain ope around,
Doubting if the sweet tones glisten,
Or the rays thus tuneful sound.

Lure her then in sweet amazement,
Towards her love who waits below;
Bid her greet him from the casement,
And a parting smile bestow.

One more strain my lute shall send her,

While I strike each chord with might-
One more glance both long and tender,

Then, oh, then, good night, good night!

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Come, thy foot should ne'er be weary

Never tired thy wakeful eye,

Earth should ne'er seem dark or dreary,

When the morning gilds the sky.

Birds shall plume their wings beside thee,

Gaily warbling over head;

Sunbeams through the green leaves guide thee,

Where thy steps may safely tread.

Tra, la, la.

Come, the lark has left the meadow-
Now he soars beyond our sight,
Far away from mist and shadow,
Singing in a world of light.
Come and see what forms of glory,

Spring to life in morning's ray,
Come and hear the joyful story
Nature tells at dawn of day.
Tra, la, la.

Andante.......from "First Symphony"......Haydn.

Chorus....with Orchestral accompaniments....Bishop.

Soprano Solos-J. F. DUTHIE.

F. G. RICHARDSON.

Now tramp, now tramp, o'er moss and fell
While breathing chanters proudly swell
The batter'd ground, returns the sound-
Clan Alpine's cry, is win or die.

Guardian spirits of the brave,
Victory! o'er my hero wave.

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