MRS OPIE.

FORGET ME NOT!

NOT YET PUBLISHED.

Sung by Miss Correy.

GO, youth belov'd, in distant glades,

-MURRAY.

New friends, new hopes, new joys, to find! Yet sometimes deign, 'midst fairer maids,

To think on her thou leav'st behind.
Thy love, thy fate, dear youth, to share,
Must never be my happy lot;

But thou may'st grant this humble prayer,
Forget me not, forget me not!

Yet, should the thought of my distress
Too painful to thy feelings be,
Heed not the wish I now express,
Nor ever deign to think on me.
But, oh! if grief thy steps attend,
If want, if pain, should be thy lot,
And thou require a soothing friend,
Forget me not, forget me not!

ANON.

OVER THE MOUNTAINS, ETC.

WALKER, LONDON.

PIERCY.

Sung by Miss Correy.

OVER the mountains and over the moor,
Hungry and barefoot, I wander forlorn:
My father is dead, and my mother is poor,

And she grieves for the days that will never return.

Pity, kind gentlemen, friends of humanity;
Cold blows the wind, and the night coming on;
Give me some food for my mother, for charity,—
Give me some food, and then I will be gone!

Call me not lazy-back beggar, and bold enough;
Fain would I learn both to knit and to sew:
I've two little brothers at home; when they're old
enough,

They will work hard for the gifts you bestow.
Pity, kind gentlemen, &c.

O think, while you revel so careless and free,
Secure from the wind, and well cloathed and fed,
Should fortune so change it, how hard it would be
To beg at a door for a morsel of bread!

Pity, kind gentlemen, &c.

WHENE'ER SHE BADE ME, ETC.

ANONYMOUS.LONGMAN AND BRODERIP.

Sung by Mr Dignum.

ATTWOOD.

WHENE'ER she bade me cease to plead,

Her breast would gently heave,

And prov'd her lip beguil'd a heart

Ill practis'd to deceive :

As swelling waves, that seem inclin'd

To greet the shores they leave behind.

I KNOW YOU FALSE.

ANONYMOUS.NOT YET PUBLISHED.

Sung at the Newcastle Concerts.

I KNOW you false, I know you vain,
Yet still I cannot break my chain :
Tho' with those lips so sweetly smiling,
Those eyes so bright and so beguiling,
On every youth by turns you smile,"
And every youth by turns beguile;
Yet still enchant, and still deceive me,-
Do all things, fatal fair, but LEAVE ME!

Still let me, in those speaking eyes,
Trace all your feelings as they rise;
Still from those lips, like rose-buds swelling,
That seem of soft delight the dwelling,
Catch tones of sweetness, which the soul,
In fetters ever new, controul;

Nor let my starts of anguish grieve thee,

MURRAY.

Tho' death to stay, 'twere DEATH TO LEAVE THEE!

COBB.

THE ROSE AND THE LILY.

-DALE, LONDON.

STORACE.

Sung by Mr Kelly.

THE rose and the lily, their beauties combining,

Delight in adorning a form so divine;

Such charms to a peasant consigning,

Ah! must I resign.

Forbid it, ye powers; to love 'tis a treason; Ambition, assuming the semblance of reason, Commands me with scorn the mean thought to decline.

Wealth and power, what are ye worth,

To pleasure if ye give not birth;
Rich in Ambition's gilded toys;
I barter them for real joys.

MUSING ON THE ROARING OCEAN.

BURNS.

-GOULDING, LONDON.

Sung at the Newcastle Concerts.

--THOMPSON

MUSING on the roaring ocean,
Which divides my love and me,-
Wearying Heaven, in warm devotion,
For his weal, where'er he be;
Hope and Fear's alternate billow
Yielding late to Nature's law,
Whisp'ring spirits, round my pillow,
Talk of him that's far awa.

Ye whom Sorrow never wounded,
Ye who never shed a tear,
Care untroubled, joy surrounded,
Gaudy Day to you is dear:
Gentle Night, do thou befriend me
'Downy Sleep, the curtains draw;

Spirits kind, again attend me,

Talk of him that's far awa.

WHEN FIRST THIS HUMBLE, ETC.

BURGOIGNE.

-PRESTON, LONDON. A

Sung by Mr Bannister.

WHEN first this humble roof I knew,
With various cares I strove ;

My grain was scarce, my sheep were few;
My all of life was love.

By mutual toil our board was dress'd;
The spring our drink bestow'd;
But when her lip the brim had press'd,
The cup with nectar flow'd.

Content and Peace the dwelling shar'd;
No other guest came nigh:

In them was giv'n (tho' gold was spar'd)
What gold could never buy.

No value has a splendid lot,

But as the means to prove, That, from the castle to the cot, The all of life is LOVE.

JACKSON.

COBB.

STORACE.

OF PLIGHTED FAITH.-DUETT.

-DALE, LONDON..

Sung by Mrs Crouch and Mr Kelly.

OF plighted faith so truly kept,
Of all love dictates tell,

Of restless thought that never slept
Since when she bade farewell;