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HYLAND'S MAMMOTH |
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I LOVE TO WANDER.
I love to wander when the day is o'er, And hear the waves that break upon the shore, Their heaving breasts reflect each starry ray. And seem to speak of years long past away. In dreamy thought my early friends appear, And all I lov'd on earth again are near, As oft with me they watch'd the billows foam, That roll'd so wildly round our island home. I see their smile as oft it beam'd before, I hear their voice amid the ocean's roar; And half forget while gazing on the waves That all I lov'd are sleeping in their graves. |
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I ONCE LOVED A BOY.
I once lov'd a boy, and a bonny, bonny hoy,
Who'd come and go at my request; I lov'd him so well, and so very, very well,
That 1 built him a bower in my breast, in my breast,
Thai I built him a bower In my breast. I once lov'd a boy, and a bonny, bonny boy,
And a boy that I thought was my own; But he loves another girl better than me.
And bas taken his flight and is gone, and is gone,
And has taken his flight, and is gone. The girl that has taken my own bonny boy,
Let her make of him all that she can; For whether he loves me, or loves me not,
I'll walk with my love now and then, now and then,
I'll walk with my love now and then. |
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• THE WANDERER'S RETURN.
I've come unto my house again and find myself alone— The friends I left In quiet there are perish'd all and gone— My father's house is tenantless, my early love lies low— But one remains of all that made my youthful spirit glow. My love lies In the blushing west, dres't in a robe of green— And pleasant waters sing to her and know her for their queen. The wild winds fan her face that o'er the distant billows come— She is my last remaining love, my own, my island home! And when I lift my voice and sing unto thy silent shades— And echo wakens merrily in all thy drowsy shades, There's hot a rill, a vale, a hill, a wild wood, or still grove, But gives again the bursting strain and yields me love for love. Oh! I have seen the maiden of my bosom pine and die— And I have seen my bosom friend look on me doubtingly, And long, oh, long, have all my young affections found a tomb— Yet thou art all in all to me, my own, my island home. |
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I'LL NOT REVEAL.
I'll not reveal my true love's name, Betimes 'twill swell the voice of lame; -But, oh! may heav'n, my grief to quell, Restore the hero safe and well, But, oh! may heav'n, my grief to quell, Restore the hero safe and well. Chorus.—My hero brave, ma ghile m'fhear,
My kindred love, ma ghile m'fhear;
What wringing woes my bosom kDOWS i Since cross'd the sea ma ghile m'fhear;
What wringing woes by bosom knows,
Since cross'd the sea ma ghile m'fhear. |
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