SET OF GLEES. THE MEETING OF THE SHIPS. WHEN o'er the silent seas alone, For days and nights we've cheerless gone, 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, And soon, too soon, we part with pain, HIP, HIP, HURRAH! COME, fill round a bumper, fill up to the brim, 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; 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, 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, Walks his night-rounds; Then, if a foot but dare One rose-leaf crush, "Hark, hark, 'tis he!" The night elves cry, 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, This sun shall see our nation free, SHE. Farewell, oh farewell, my love, HE. On to the field, the battle-field, Where freedom's standard waves, THE WATCHMAN. A TRIO. WATCHMAN. PAST twelve o'clock -past twelve. Good night, good night, my dearest How fast the moments fly! |