But I, if I love, would love all the year round, KITTY OF COLERAINE. As beautiful Kitty one morning was tripping And all the sweet buttermilk went on the plain. "Oh, what shall I do now ?-'twas looking at you now! Sure, sure such a pitcher I'll ne'er meet again; "Twas the pride of my dairy-O Barney M'Cleary, You're sent as a plague to the girls of Coleraine!" I then walk'd beside her, and gently did chide her O MARIAN THE MERRY! C. DIBDIN.] [Music by C. DIBDIN. "O Marian the merry! who gave you that fairing The lasses all envy, lads jealously view? That truelover's knot on your bosom, too, wearing, Oh say, blushing Marian, who gave 'em to you?" "Oh, the knot and the fairing were given to me When the golden-hair'd laddie came over the lea." "O Marian the merry! why now sad and sighing? Your tresses, neglected, are sport for the breeze; The villagers' pastimes why foolishly flying? Oh say, silly Marian, what symptoms are these ?" "Oh, the knot and the fairing no longer please me, For the golden-hair'd laddie's gone over the lea." "O Marian the merry! again sweetly smilingAgain like the fawn tripping lightly along, What innocent hope, all your sorrows beguiling, Oh say, happy Marian! enlivens your song?" "Oh, the knot and the fairing again pleasure me, For the golden-hair'd laddie's come over the lea." GO!-FORGET ME! Rev. C. WOLFE.] [Music by J. P. KNIGHT. Like the sun, thy presence glowing, Go! thou vision, wildly gleaming, Go! and all that once delighted SHOULD HE UPBRAID. SHAKSPEARE.] [Music by Sir H. BISHOP. Should he upbraid, I'll own that he'd prevail, And sing as sweetly as the nightingale; Say that he frown, I'll say his looks I view As morning roses newly tipp'd with dew; Say he be mute, I'll answer with a smile, And dance, and play, and wrinkled care beguile. THE QUEEN OF THE MAY. A. TENNYSON.] [Music by Mrs. ARKWRIGHT. You must wake and call me early, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, There's many a black black eye, they say, There's Margaret and Mary, So I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I sleep so sound all night, mother, When the day begins to break; Little Effie shall go with me For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, All the valley, mother, will be And the violet in the flowery dale So you must wake and call me early, The maddest, merriest day, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen of the May. SECOND PART. If you're waking, call me early, It is the last new year, mother, Then you may lay me low i' the mould, To-night I saw the sun set; The good old year, the dear old time, And the new year's coming up, mother, The blossom on the blackthorn, The leaf upon the tree. Last May we made a crown of flow'rs; Beneath the hawthorn on the green, Till Charles's Wain came out above There's not a flow'r on all the hills; I only wish to live till The snowdrops come again: I long to see a flower so Before the day I die. When the flowers come again, mother, Beneath the waning light, You'll never see me more in The long grey fields at night; When from the dry dark wold On the oat-grass and the sword-grass, |