Swiss Air.-"Ranz des Vaches." But, wake the trumpet's blast again, And rouse the ranks of warrior-men! Oh War! when Truth thy arm employs, And Freedom's spirit guides the labouring storm, "Tis then thy vengeance takes a hallow'd form, And, like Heaven's lightning, sacredly destroys! Nor, Music! through thy breathing sphere, Lives there a sound more grateful to the ear Of Him who made all harmony, Than the bless'd sound of fetters breaking, And the first hymn that man, awaking From Slavery's slumber, breathes to Liberty! Spanish Chorus. HARK! from Spain, indignant Spain, By brave Gerona's deathful story, Spanish Air.-"Ya Desperto." But ah! if vain the patriot's zeal, If neither valour's force, nor wisdom's light Of broken pride, of prospects shaded, BALLADS, SONGS, &c. BLACK AND BLUE EYES. I. THE brilliant black eye May in triumph let fly All its darts, without caring who feels 'em; Though it scatter wounds too, Is much better pleased when it heals 'em. The soft eye of blue, Though it scatter wounds too, Is much better pleased when it heals 'em, dear Fanny! II. The black eye may say, "Come and worship my ray, "By adoring, perhaps you may move me!" Says, from under its lid, "I love, and I'm yours if you love me!" Dear Fanny! dear Fanny! The blue eye, half hid, Says, from under its lid, "I love, and am yours if you love me!" dear Fanny! III. Then tell me, oh! why, In that lovely eye, Not a charm of its tint I discover; Or why should you wear The only blue pair That ever said "No" to a lover? Dear Fanny! dear Fanny! Oh! why should you wear The only blue pair That ever said "No" to a lover, dear Fanny? CEASE, OH CEASE TO TEMPT! CEASE, oh cease to tempt My tender heart to love! It never, never can So wild a flame approve. All its joys and pains To others I resign; But be the vacant heart, The careless bosom mine. My tender heart to love! It never, never can So wild a flame approve. II. Say, oh say no more That lovers' pains are sweet! I never, never can Believe the fond deceit. Weeping day and night, Consuming life in sighs,- And this I ne'er could prize. Then say, oh say no more That lovers' pains are sweet! Believe the fond deceit. DEAR FANNY! I. A SHE has beauty, but still you must keep your heart cool; She has wit, but your must not be caught so; Thus Reason advises, but Reason's a fool, Dear Fanny! II. "She is lovely!" Then love her, nor let the bliss fly; Thus Love has advised me, and who will deny Dear Fanny? DID NOT. I. "TWAS a new feeling-something more And wish'd, in every murmur'd sigh, II. She felt my lips impassion'd touch"Twas the first time I dared so much, And yet she chid not, and yet she chid not; But whisper'd o'er my burning brow, "Oh! do you doubt I love you now?” Sweet soul! I did not; sweet soul! I did not.. III. Warmly I felt her bosom thrill, I press'd it closer, closer still, Though gently bid not, though gently bid not; Till-oh! the world hath seldom heard Of lovers, who so nearly err'd, And yet who did not, and yet who did not. FANNY, DEAREST ! I. OH! had I leisure to sigh and mourn, But, between love, and wine, and sleep, That even the time it would take to weep The love, that's order'd to bathe in wine, II. Reflected bright in this heart of mine, But, oh! the mirror would cease to shine, Fanny was made for bliss, But she was young and shy; And when he had stolen a kiss, She blush'd, and said with a sigh— "Oh! oh! Lubin, ah! tell me true, Oh! oh! what are you going to do ?” III. They wander'd beneath the shade, Was thrilling with love and fear. Sweetly along the grove The birds sang all the while, And Fanny now said to her love, With a frown that was half a smile "Oh! oh! why did Lubin sue? Oh! oh! why did Lubin sue?" |