ADIEU MY LOV'D HARP. TUNE—“ Lough Sheeling." Adieu my lov'd harp, for no more shall the vale Re-echo thy notes, as they float on the gale; No more melting pity shall sigh o'er thy string, Or love to thy tremblings so tenderly sing. When battle's fell strife launch'd its thunders afar, And valour's dark brow wore the honours of war, 'Twas thou breath'd the fame of the hero around, And young emulation was wak’d by the sound. Ye daughters of Erin, soon comes the sad day, When over the turf where I sleep ye shall say“ Oh! still is the song we repaid with a tear, And silent the string that delighted the ear!” FINIS INDEX TO THE ENGLISH SONGS, IN THE ALPHABETICAL ORDER OF THE FIRST LINES. BLOOMING flower my Julia chose, ope, Lord Gregory, thy door, one night in my garret I sat, Bb 53 94 124 43 133 95 24 106 . 145 . As pensive . • 121 110 Come cheer up my lads, 102 A. Wilson, 127 Coleman, 128 Dibdin, 109 B. Jonson, 136 : O'Keefe, W. Reid, T. Moore, 139 Thomson, Dibdir, 68 T. Moore, . 85 Sheridan, L. Hunt, Cherry, 99 120 87 . 21 11 • 101 . 103 72 T. Moore, . 111 T. Wilson, . 153 115 • 103 . . . How sweet are the flowers that grow, 88 39 45 54 Dibdin, 55 83 Burns, 56 119 52 152 S. Robertson, 114 . 18 . . . Jack Stedfast and I were both messmates at sea, 133 55 84 67 143 . . Let uthers, breathe the melting sigh, T. Moore, . 37 41 154 102 Oh the hours that I've pass'd in the arms, 48 9 12 50 . 155 53 • 141 A Lady, • 148 . . • 145 . . Said a smile to a tear, 46 T. Moore, . 112 109 Webbe, 97 Dibdin, A Lady, 132 83 30 76 Dibdin, 27 35 W. Scott, 97 126 32 71 45 88 26 O'Keeffe, 36 146 75 118 19 94 O'Keeffe, : 142 |