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POPULAR SONGS.
Where is the mother that looked on my childhood ?
And where is the bosom friend dearer than all ?
Oh, my sad heart! long abandan'd by pleasure,
Why did it dote on a fast fading treasure ?
Tears like the rain-drop, may fall without measure,
But rapture and beauty they cannot recall.
" Yet all its sad recollections suppressing,
One dying wish my lone bosom can draw,
Erin, an exile bequeaths thee his blessing,
Land of my forefathers — Erin-go-Bragh !
Buried and cold, when my heart stills its motion,
Green be thy fields, sweetest isle of the ocean,
And thy harp-striking bards sing aloud with devotion
Erin mavourneen, Erin-go-bragh !"
AWAY TO THE MOUNTAIN'S BROW.
Music bv A. Lee.
• Away, away to the mountain's brow,
Where the trees are gently waving ;
Away, away to the mountain's brow.
Where the stream is gently laving.
And beauty my love on thy cheeks shall dwell,
Like the rose as it ope's to the day ;
While the zephyr that breathes through the
flow'ry dell
Shakes the sparkling dew-drops away.
Away, away, &c.
Away, away to the rocky glen ,
Where the deers are wildly bounding" ;
And the hills shall echo in gladness again,
To the hunter's bugle sounding.
While beauty, &c.*
* One of the most elegant of our modem ballads. K'o
smger, ju ou/ estima^iQ", ^-we it with such effect as our
old favourite, Miss Byfeld."

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