Ya Mariners of Spain................. Ditto

THE NEW

STANDARD SONG BOOK.

I DREAM OF ALL THINGS FREE.

MRS. HEMANS.]

[Music by MRS. OWEN.

I DREAM of all things free!

Of a gallant, gallant bark,
That sweeps through storm and sea
Like an arrow to its mark!
Of a stag that o'er the hills

Goes bounding in his glee;
Of a thousand flashing rills-
Of all things glad and free.

I dream of some proud bird,
A bright-eyed mountain king t
In my visions I have heard

The rushing of his wing.

I follow some wild river,

On whose breast no sail may be;
Dark woods around it shiver-
I dream of all things free!

Of a happy forest child,

With the fawns and flowers at play;
Of an Indian midst the wild,

With the stars to guide his way:
Of a chief his warriors leading,
Of an archer's green wood tree ;-
My heart in chains is bleeding
And I dream of all things free!

B

WHO GAVE THEE THAT JOLLY RED

NOSE?

GLEE.

[RAVENSCROFT.]

Or all the brave birds that e'er I did see,
The owl is the fairest in every degree;
For all the day long she sits in a tree,
And when the night comes, away flies she:
Te whit, te whoo,

To whom drink'st thou ?

Sir Noodle, to you!

This song is well sung I make you a vow,
And he is a knave that drinketh not now.
Nose, nose;

And who gave thee that jolly red nose?
Cinnamon and ginger,

Nutmegs and cloves,

And they gave me my jolly red nose.

THE MEETING,

[CHARLES DIBDIN.]

THE busy crew the sails unbending,
The ship in harbour safe arriv'd.
Jack Oakum, all his perils ending,
Had made the port where Kitty liv'd.

His rigging no one durst attack it,
Tight fore and aft, above, below,
Long-quarter'd shoes, check shirt, blue jacket,
And trousers like the driv'n snow.

And thus his heart with pleasure stowing,
He flew like lightning o'er the side;
And scarce had been the boat's length rowing
When lovely Kitty he spied.

A flowing pennant gaily flutter'd,

From her hat all made of straw,

Red, like her cheeks, when first she utter'd-
Sure, 'twas my sailor that I saw !"

And now the thronging crew surround her,
And now, secure from all alarms,
Swift as a ball from a nine-pounder
They dart into each other's arms.

THE DANCE UPON THE LAWN.

J. E. CARPENTER.]

[Music by L. EMANUEL. I SING the days, the merry days,

To English hearts most dear,
When good old English customs ruled
And reigned throughout the year;
When merry lads and lasses met
When daily toil was o'er,

And grey-hair'd fathers watch'd their mirth
Beside the cottage door.

Oh, there was joy in Britain's isle,
And peace from night till morn,

When our sturdy peasants' pastime was
The dance upon the lawn.

Oh, those were days, were happy days,
For England's peasant band,
When pipe and tabor's merry sound
Was heard throughout the land;
When May-pole, deck'd with ribbons gay,
Stood forth in village green,

And harmless mirth and jollity

Beneath its boughs were seen.

To join the happy cotter's throng,

No lad nor lass would scorn,

And trip a measure gaily in
The dance upon the lawn.

But though the days, those merry days,
Long since have passed away,
There still is plenty in the land,
Then wherefore not be gay?
If summer's glorious sunshine will
The fruits and flowers restore,
I'd know not he who would not be
As happy as of yore.

Then care away--we'll still be gay,
For brighter days will dawn,
And once again we'll sport it in
The dance upon the lawn.

THE SONG OF LOVE AND DEATH.

ALFRED TENNYSON.]

[Music by M. W. BALFE. SWEET is true love tho' giv'n in vain,

And sweet is death who puts an end to pain:
I know not which is sweeter, no, not I.
Love, art thou sweet; then bitter death must be.
Love thou art bitter; sweet is death to me.
O love, if death be sweeter, let me die.

Sweet love, that seems not made to fade away,
Sweet death, that seems to make us lifeless clay,
I know not which is sweeter, no, not I.
I fain would follow love, if that could be,
I needs must follow death, who calls for me,
Call and I follow, I follow, let me die.

I WANDER BY MY DEAR ONE'S
DOOR EACH NIGHT.

B. S. MONTGOMERY.]

[Music by J. L. HATTON. I WANDER by my dear one's door each night When stars are beaming,

And marvel if, when hush'd in slumber light,
Of me she's dreaming.