His coal black eyes and his curly hair,

And flattering tongue, did my heart ensnare;
Genteel he was; no rake like you,

To advise a maiden to slight the jacket blue.
But a tarry sailor I will never disdain,

But always I will treat the same;

To drink his health here's a piece of coin;

But my dark-eyed sailor still claims this heart of mine.

When William did the ring unfold,

She seemed distracted, midst joy and woe;

You're Welcome, William; I have lands and gold
For my dark-eyed sailor so manly, true, and bold!

In a cottage, down by the river-side,

In unity and love, they now reside.

So girls, be true while your lover's away,

For a cloudy morning oft brings a pleasant day.

TOUCH THE HARP GENTLY, MY PRETTY LOUISE.
Just touch the harp gently, my pretty Louise,
And sing me the songs that I love:

They call back the days when together we sat
On the porch 'neath the nest of the dove!

There was one that you sang, my pretty Louise,
It brings fond recollections to me;

You remember the mocking bird mimicked it once,
As it perched on the sycamore tree.

Just touch the harp gently, my pretty Louise,
Just touch the harp gently, Louise.

Oh! touch the harp gently, my pretty Louise,
And sing me the songs that I love;

Taey call back the days when together we sat
On the porch 'neath the nest of the dove!

Just touch the harp gently, my pretty Louise,
And sing the old songs that I love;

They'll recall the bright days when we played in the wood,
And watched the birds flitting above;

There was one that you sang, my pretty Louise,

The words, I remember them well;

I loved it, and when you had finished each verse,
I kissed you and said: "Never tell!"

Just touch the harp gently, my pretty Louise,

Just touch the harp gently, Louise.

Oh! touch the harp gently, my pretty Louise,
And sing the old songs that I love;

They'll recall the bright days when we played in the wood,
And watched the birds flitting above.

HAIL COLUMBIA.

Hail Columbia! happy land! hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band! Who fought and bled in freedom's cause,

Who fought and bled in freedom's cause, [valor won. And when the storm of war was gone, enjoyed the peace your Let independence be our boast, ever mindful what it cost; Ever grateful for the prize, let its altar reach the skies.

CHORUS.

Firm united let us be, rallying round our Liberty;

As a band of brothers joined, peace and safety we shall find. Immortal patriots rise once more, defend your rights, defend your shore.

Let no rude foe, with impious hand,
Let no rude foe, with impious hand,

[earned prize. Invade the shrine where sacred lies, of toil and blood, the wellWhile offering peace, sincere and just, in heaven we place a

manly trust,

That truth and justice will prevail, and every scheme of bondage fail.

Sound, sound the trumpet of fame! let Washington's great

name

Ring through the world with loud applause,
Ring through the world with loud applause,

Let every clime to Freedom dear, listen with a joyful ear. With equal skill and God-like power, he govern'd in the fearful hour

Of horrid war! or guides, with ease, the happier times of honest peace.

Behold the chief who now commands again to serve his country, stands

The rock on which the storm will beat,
The rock on which the storm will beat;

But, armed in virtue firm and true, his hopes are fix'd on

heaven and you.

When hope was sinking in dismay, and gloom obscured Co

lumbia's day;

[liberty.

His steady mind, from changes free, resolved on death or

I'VE NO MOTHER NOW, I'M WEEPING.

I've no mother now, I'm weeping;
She has left me here alone;

She beneath the sod is sleeping,
Now there is no joy at home.
Tears of sorrow long have started-
Her bright smile no more I'll see,
And the loved ones, too, have parted;
Where, oh! where is joy for me?

CHORUS.

Oh, how well do I remember-
"Take this little flower," said she,
"And when with the dead I'm numbered,
Place it at my grave for me.'
Dearest mother, I am sighing-
On thy tomb I drop a tear,
For the little plant is dying,
Now I feel so lonely here!

I've no mother, still I'm weeping,
Tears my furrowed cheek now rave,
Whilst a lonely watch I'm keeping
O'er her sad and silent grave.
Soon, I hope, will be our meeting,
Then the gladness none can tell;
Who for me will then be weeping,
When I bid this world farewell?

FORGIVE AND FORGET.

When a youngster at home, I vowed I'd ne'er roam,
And oft of that vow I have thought;

The advice given me at my old mother's knee,
To my memory has often been brought.

I was but a lad, and a quarrel I had

With my brother one morning at play;

I struck him a blow, my temper to show,
When my mother unto me did say:

CHORUS.

Forgive and forget all the troubles you've met,
No doubt it has caused you both pain;

I shall not happy be, 'till I stand here and see
You make friends with your brother again.

Now he thought me the worst and he would not speak first,
Which filled me with grief and with pain;

He left home that day, and for years stayed away,

'Till in sorrow I met him again.

I then saw him laid upon his death-bed,

His end was quite nigh it was plain;

Come all you pretty fair maids, of courage brave and true,
I will teach you how to happy live, and avoid all troubles, too;
And if you like a wedded life, now plainly understand,
And don't you ever fall in love with all good-looking men

My wish it seems too soon I got; for one Sunday afternoon,
As home from church I gaily tripped, I met a fair gossoon;
He looked so fine about the face, to win him I made a plan,
And that very day I set my cap for that good-looking man.
Again, by chance, as out I stepped to take a pleasant roam,
I met this handsome gentleman, who wished to see me home-
I'd fain say no, but it was no use, to go with me was his plan;
So to my home I walked along with my good-looking man.
He said to me, as on we walked: My dear and only love,
If with me you'll consent to wed, I will ever constant prove;
I'll ever be a husband kind, and will do the best I can-
So my heart and hand I then did give to my good-looking man.
That night was fixed for us to wed-he oid me have all cheer-
He gently pressed me to his breast, saying: Oh, my Mary dear!
He gently pressed me to his breast-to the parson's house we ran-
And there I tied that dreadful knot with thatgood-looking man.
It was scarce a week, when married I was, one Sunday after-

noon

The day went by, the night came on, off went the honeymoon; My gent walked out-so did I-for to watch him was my plan, When soon a flashy girl I saw with my good-looking man.

At once a thought came in my head to entrap my faithless swain

So I did quickly gain on him, and followed in his train;
It was then and there I heard him swear his love for her outran
The closest ties for any maid-"Oh, what a nice young man!"
They kissed and toyed, and tales of love to her he then did tell;
Thinks I to myself, now is the time to serve you outright well;
He did not me at all espy, so to my home I ran,
[man.
And there sat down to anxiously wait for my good-looking
The clock was just a-striking ten, when my gentleman he
walked in;

gently said: My William dear, where hast thou so long been? have been to church, my love, said he-Oh! this I could not

stand

So the rolling-pin I did let fly at my good-looking man.

I blacked his eyes, I tore his hair, in ribbons I tore his clothes,
I then took up the poker and laid it across his nose;
He just looked like a chimney-sweep, as out the door he ran,
And never a lady loved again with my good-looking man.
Now, you married folks, take my advice, of high or low degree,
When a rakish husband you do get, pitch into him like me:
When I found out I was deceived, it was my only plan [man.
To disfigure the bandsome counte