While I shrink from the labour no longer endear'd, And sigh as I knock at the wealthy man's door. Then, alas! when at night I return to my home, No longer I boast that my comforts are many; To a silent, deserted, dark dwelling I come, Where no one exclaims "Thou art welcome, my "Fanny." That, that is the pang ;—want and toil could impart You'll comfort the heart of poor Fatherless Fanny. O STAY, SWEET FAIR. ANONYMOUS.GOULDING, LONDON. STEVENSON. O STAY, sweet fair, till day is breaking, Wilt thou, when o'er the moor a ranger, Yes, here I'll rest me till the morrow, Safe, list'ning to the distant billow, We'll sink upon our rushy pillow. OUR COT IN THE VALE. HAMILTON.—HAMILTON, EDINBURGH.STEVENSON. Sung at the Public Concerts. A POSEY of flow'rs, which is lovely and fine, My tongue, tho' it faulters, ne'er told a false tale; A mother's kind presence I'll never meet more, Which cheer'd and made happy our cot in the vale. O look at the daisy, so lovely and mild, The snow-breasted lilly, and branches of thyme, (The meek eye of Innocence scarcely more sweet); Their fate, too, is hopeless-an emblem of mine. Bereft of the stem which supported their bloom, Where gaily they spread all their charms to the gale, To save them from ruin no art hath the power, At night, when my father return'd from the field, But, ah! how uncertain is Hope's gilded scene! And gloom now inhabits our cot in the vale. HARK! THE SPRIGHTLY VOICE, ETC. ANON. NOT YET PUBLISHED. Sung by Miss Dennett. HARK! the sprightly voice of Pleasure Calls to yonder rosy bower; There she scatters all her treasure, There exerts her magic power. Listen to the pleasing call; Follow, mortals, follow all. Lead the dance, and spread the feast; Now the sprightly minstrels sound; -MURRAY. S COBB WHEN CONQUERING LOVE, ETC. -GOULDING, LONDON. Sung by Mrs Mountain. MAZZINGHI, WHEN conquering Love assails the heart, G. NICKS. 'TIS THE LARK, ETC. ·BAINBRIDGE, LONDON. Sung at the Public Concerts. 'TIS the lark that charms mine ear, Soon through every wood and grove To welcome in the new-born day. Hush'd are all their woodland notes. G. NICKS. Then the lonely nightingale, SWEET MINSTREL, SING. ANONYMOUS.-HIME, LIVERPOOL. STEVENSON, Sung at the Public Concerts. SWEET minstrel, sing good-night once more, And I'll, too, repeat it o'er and o'er; Yes, I'll repeat that soft farewell,— But how repeat I must not tell. Dear minstrel, sing, oh! sing again; I feel the magic of that strain; Thy Rosa felt not more delight, When on thy lips she breath'd good-night, O'KEEFE. THE BILLET-DOUX. PRESTON, LONDON. Sung by Mrs Harrison, at the Vocal Concerts. THE billet-doux, oh! didst thou bear I hear the gentle things she said. SHIELD. |