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FOPULAB SONGS. 315
THE BEAUTIFUL LAY.
I shall think of the lay, you have sung me to day,
When your bark is away o'er the ocean ;
I'll endeavour to suite that sweet air to my lute.
But my voice will be mute with emotion.
I shall weep to see
All I've seen with thee,
As we sat together beneath the tree ;
And my hearf will break
For the rover's sake ;
Ah ! ever regretting,
And never forgetting
The beautiful lay you have sung me to-day.
You will never think more of your home on the
shore,
When you hear the wild roar of the billow ;
Oh ! 'tis I who shall mourn, and await your return,
While I wander forlorn 'neath the willow.
I shall weep, &c.
THE CHOUGH AND CROW.
Giee and Chorus, from '* Gui/ Mayinering."
Words by Joanna Baillie. — Music by H, R. Bis
The chough and crow to roost are gone,
The owl sits on the tree,
The hush'd wind wails with feeble moan,
Like infant charity.
The wild-fire dances on the fen,
The red star sheds its ray ; —
Up-rouse ye, then, my merry merry men.
It is our opening day.
Both child and nurse are fast asleep,
And closed is every flower ;