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SET OF GLEES.

THE MEETING OF THE SHIPS.

WHEN o'er the silent seas alone,

For days and nights we've cheerless gone,
Oh they who've felt it know how sweet,
Some sunny morn a sail to meet.

Sparkling at once is ev'ry eye,

"Ship ahoy! ship ahoy!" our joyful cry; While answering back the sounds we hear,

"Ship ahoy! ship ahoy! what cheer? what cheer?"

Then sails are back'd, we nearer come,
Kind words are said of friends and home;

And soon, too soon, we part with pain,
To sail o'er silent seas again.

HIP, HIP, HURRAH!

COME, fill round a bumper, fill up to the brim,
He who shrinks from a bumper I pledge not to him;

Here's the girl that each loves, be her eye of win

hue,

Or lustre, it may, so her heart is bet trae

Charge! (drinks) hip, Lip Lurra borra:

Come charge high, again, boy, nor let the full wine Leave a space in the brimmer, where daylight may

shine;

Here's "the friends of our youth—tho' of some we're bereft,

May the links that are lost but endear what are left!"

Charge! (drinks) hip, hip, hurra, hurra!

Once more fill a bumper-ne'er talk of the hour;
On hearts thus united old Time has no pow'r.
May our lives, tho', alas! like the wine of to-night,
They must soon have an end, to the last flow as
bright.

Charge! (drinks) hip, hip, hurra, hurra!

Quick, quick, now, I'll give you, since Time's glass will run

Ev'n faster than ours doth, three bumpers in one; Here's the poet who sings - here's the warrior who fights

Here's the statesman who speaks, in the cause of men's rights!

Charge! (drinks) hip, hip, hurra, hurra!

Come, once more, a bumper! — then drink as you

please,

Tho', who could fill half-way to toast such as these? Here's our next joyous meeting — and oh when we

meet,

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May our wine be as bright and our union as sweet! Charge! (drinks) hip, hip, hurra, hurra!

HUSH, HUSH!

"HUSH, hush!"-how well

That sweet word sounds,
When Love, the little sentinel,

Walks his night-rounds;

Then, if a foot but dare

One rose-leaf crush,
Myriads of voices in the air
Whisper, "Hush, hush!"

"Hark, hark, 'tis he!"

The night elves cry,
And hush their fairy harmony,

While he steals by;

But if his silv'ry feet

One dew-drop brush,

Voices are heard in chorus sweet,

Whispering, "Hush, hush!".

THE PARTING BEFORE THE BATTLE.

HE.

ON to the field, our doom is seal❜d,
To conquer or be slaves:

This sun shall see our nation free,
Or set upon our graves.

SHE.

Farewell, oh farewell, my love,
May Heaven thy guardian be,
And send bright angels from above
To bring thee back to me.

HE.

On to the field, the battle-field,

Where freedom's standard waves,
This sun shall see our tyrant yield,
Or shine upon our graves.

THE WATCHMAN.

A TRIO.

WATCHMAN.

PAST twelve o'clock

-past twelve.

Good night, good night, my dearest

How fast the moments fly!

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