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Then the toast, then the toast be dear
woman, Let each breast that is manly ap
prove, Then the toast, then the toast be dear
woman, And nine cheers to the girls that
we love ; Hip, hip, hip, hurrah! hip, hip, hip,
hurrah ! Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah for the girls
that, we love
Come, raise the wine-cup to heaven
high, Ye gods, on Olympus approve ! The off'ring thus mellow'd by woman's
bright smile, Out rivals the nectar of Jove. Now, drain, drain the goblet with trans
port, The spell of life's best joys impart; The сир
thus devoted to woman, Yields the only true balm of the heart.
Then the toast, &c.
OFT IN THE STILLY NIGHT
Oft in the stilly night,
Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light
Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears of childhood's
years, The words of love then spoken, The
eyes that shone, now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken !
Thus in the stilly night, &c. When I remember all
The friends so linked together, I've seen around me fall,
Like leaves in winter weather, I feel like one, who treads alone
Some banquet hall deserted,
Thus in the stilly night, &c.
AS SLOW OUR SHIP.
As slow our ship her foamy track
Against the wind was cleaving, Her trembling pennant still looked back
To that dear isle 'twas leaving. So 'oth we part from all we love,
From all the links that bind us; Yo turn our hearts where'er we rove,
To those we've left behind us !
When, round the bowl, of vanish'd
years We talk with joyous seeming, And smiles that might as well be tears,
So faint, so sad their beaming ; While mem’ry brings us back again
Each early tie that twin'd us, Oh! sweet's the cup that circles then
To those we've left behind us ! And when in other climes we meet,
Some isle or vale enchanting, Where all looks flow’ry, wild and
sweet, And naught but love is wanting ; We think how great had been our bliss,
If Heav'n had but assiga'd us.
To live and die in scenes like this,
With some we've left behind us !
As travellers oft look back at eve,
When eastward darkly going, To gaze upon that light they leave
Still faint behind them glowingSo, when the close of pleasure's day
To gloom hath near consign'd us, We turn to catch one fading ray
Of joy that's left behind us.
THE MAID OF ERIN
AIR.-- The Maid of Lodi.
Upon a distant shore,
Is she whom I adore ;
On her bestow them free,
Who sweetly sang to me. Had fortune fix'd station
In some propitious hour, The monarch of a nation,
Endowed with wealth and power ,
That wealth and power both sharing,
My peerless queen should be The lovely Maid of Erin,
Who sweetly sang to me.
May long between us roar,
She'll lodge within its core !
And mild and young is she, The lovely Maid of Erin,
Who sweetly sang to me. When Fate gives intimation,
That my last hour is nigh, With placid resignation,
I'll lay me down and die; Fond Hope my bosom cheering,
That I in heaven shall see The lovely Maid of Erin,
Who sweetly sang to me.
DARK EYED ONE.
Dark eyed one, dark eyed one, como
hither to me, l'il sing thee a song, 'neath the tamaa