When she spoke, how charming her voice! Return, then, dear Charlotte, return, And cheer up the gloom that is here; ANON. HENRY'S COTTAGE MAID. GOULDING, LONDON.. Sung at the Principal Concerts. Ah! where can fly my soul's true-love? Sighs and tears for him 1 shed; Thy love to me thou didst impart; Through the vale my grief appears, PLEYEL See, from my cheek the colour flies, WHEN THE SEASON INVITES. ANONYMOUS.GOULDING, LONDON. Sung at the Newcastle Concerts. THOMPSON. WHEN the season invites, and all nature is gay, The sportsmen are ready, and cry "hark away! Up the hill or the lawn, see, they brush it along, Sweet Echo, in chorus, repeats the glad song, With well-scented hounds artful Reynard's pursu❜d, Who nimbly flies over the plain; Tho' with cunning above other brutes he's endu❜d, Yet his cunning, alas, is in vain! The staunch pack surround him—his courage is past; He faulters, he trembles, and yields up at last, Mankind are all huntsmen, the great and the small, And some, leaping high, often meet with a fall, But we, the true sportsmen, all dangers defy; No sorrow, or troubles we know ; For at night, o'er the bowl, we fresh raptures supply, With repeating the song "tally-ho!" THE RED-BREAST. R. ANDER30N.WARD, LIVERPOOL. Sung at the Liverpool Concerts. TENANT of a leafy dwelling, Thou shalt live secure from danger; Proud to be each creature's friend. Now forc'd from thy native bowers, For my sake she will regard thee; M. LEG. DIBDIN. BLOW HIGH, BLOW LOW. -PRESTON, LONDON.. Sung by Mr Bannister. BLOW high, blow low, let tempests tear My heart, with thoughts of thee, my dear, Shall brave all danger, scorn all fear, The roaring winds, the raging sea, To be once more Aloft while mountains high we go, Blow high, blow low, &c. And on that night when all the crew DIEDIN. And drink their sweethearts and their wives, I'll heave a sigh, and think on thee; And, as the ship rolls through the sea, The burthen of my song shall be, Blow high, blow low, &c. U THE WITCHES.-GLEE. SHAKESPEARE. GOULDING, LONDON. Sung at the Ladies' Concerts. WHEN shall we three meet again- M. P. KING. RANNIE. BARRA VALE. BRODERIP, LONDON. Sung in Private Circles. O BARRA Vale, gay joy was mine, Till Joy and Hope together flew. O Barra Vale, beneath thy shades- The smiling scenes of harmless joy. ROSS. |