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Four-Part Song.. "Softly fall the shades of evening."

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Glee.. "The Fisherman's 'Good Night.'".. Bishop

B. V. MELVILLE
W. F. KOGERS

R. ARMITAGE

L. R. FURNEAUX

H. O. YEATMAN
F. H. LEE

A. K. BUTTERWORTH
F. M. C. MACKARNESS

Lo! the day's champion, the golden sun,
His measured course of cloudless blue hath run;
The sea-gull screaming, seeks her cliff-built nest,
The moon lifts o'er the deep her silver crest.
Our lovely bark, with kisses soft and light,
Must fly from wave to wave, and bid good night.

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A maiden stood on a terrace old,

And she looked across the sea,

And her eyes were dim with a mist of tears,
And her heart beat heavily....

"For it's oh! but to hear his voice,

And to know that he was near;"

And the sea rose up with an angry wail,
And the moon shone cold and clear.

A knight lay on a battle-field

When the fight was lost and won,

And the red and gold of the banner stream'd,
In the light of the dying sun;

"For it's oh! but to hear her voice,

And to know that she was near;

While his life ebb'd out like the sinking sea,

With no one by to hear.

The knight lay dead in the morning light,

When the day awoke,

And the maid knelt near on the dewy grass,

And the words she spoke were,

"It's oh! but to hear his voice,

But to hear him speak again;"

Garrett

But the sun went down and the weeping maid
Lay dead among the slain.

Chorus "O who will o'er the downs." .. Pearsall

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THE CHOIR.

O who will o'er the downs so free,

O who will with me ride,

O who will up and follow me,

To win a blooming bride?
Her father he has locked the door,
Her mother keeps the key;
But neither door nor bolt shall part
My own true love from me!

I saw her bow'r at twilight grey,
'Twas guarded safe and sure,
I saw her bow'r at break of day,
'Twas guarded then no more!
The varlets they were all asleep,
And none was there to see
The greeting fair that passed there
Between my love and me!

I promis'd her to come at night,
With comrades brave and true,
A gallant band with sword in hand
To break her prison through:
I promis'd her to come at night,
She's waiting now for me,

And e're the dawn of morning light,
I'll set my true love free!

Cradle Song.... "Dream, baby, dream.".... Hatton

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W. F. ROGERS.

Dream, baby, dream!

The stars are glowing,
Hear'st thou the stream?
'Tis softly flowing.
All gently glide the hours:
Above no tempest low'rs:
Below are fragrant flow'rs
In silence growing.
Sleep, baby, sleep!......
Till dawn to-morrow!
Why should'st thou weep,

Who know'st not sorrow?

Too soon come pains and fears;

Too soon a cause for tears;

So from thy future years

No sadness borrow!

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