Singing row away, row,
O’er de waters so blue,
Like a feather we’ll float,
In my Gum-tree canoe.
All de day in de field de soft cotton I hoe,
I tink of my Jula, an’ sing as I go;
Oh, I catch her a bird wid a wing ob true blue,
An’ at night sail her round in my Gum-tree canoe.
Singing row away, row, &c.
Wid my hands on de banjo, and toe on de oar,
I sing to de sound ob de riber’s soft roar,
While de stars dey look down on my Jula so true,
An’ dance in her eye in my Gum-tree canoe.
Singing row away, row, &c.
But one night de stream bore us so far away,
Dat we couldn’t cum back, so we thought we’d jis stay,
Oh, we spied a tall ship wid a flag ob true blue,
An’ it took us in tow wid my Gum-tree canoe.
Singing row away, row, &c.
Comin’ thro’ the Rye.
Gin a body meet a body,
Comin’ thro’ the rye;
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?
Ilka lassie has her laddie,
Nane they say ha’e I;
Yet a’ the lads they smile at me,
And what the waur am I?
Gin a body meet a body
Comin’ frae the well,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body tell?
Ilka lassie has her laddie,
Ne’er a ane ha’e I;
But a’ the lads they smile on me,
And what the waur am I?
Gin a body meet a body,
Comin’ frae the town;
Gin a body greet a body,
Need a body frown?
Ilka lassie has her laddie,
Nane, they say, ha’e I;
But a’ the lads they lo’e me weel,
And what the waur am I?
Thou hast Wounded the Spirit.
Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee,
And cherished thine image for years;
Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee,
In secret, in silence, and tears,
As a young bird, when left by its mother
Its earliest pinions to try,
’Round the nest will still lingering hover,
Ere its trembling wings can fly.
Thus we’re taught in this cold world to smother
Each feeling that once was so dear;
Like that young bird, I’ll seek to discover
A home of affection elsewhere.
Tho’ this heart may still cling to thee fondly,
And dream of sweet memories past,
Yet Hope, like the rainbow of summer,
Gives a promise of Lethe at last.
Still so Gently o’er me Stealing.
Still so gently o’er me stealing,
Mem’ry will bring back the feeling
Spite of all my grief, revealing
That I love thee, that I dearly love thee still,
Tho’ some other swain may charm thee,
Ah! no other e’er can warm me--
Yet ne’er fear, I will not harm thee,
No! thou false one, no, no! I fondly love thee still.
Ah! ne’er fear, I will not harm thee,
No, false one, no! I love thee--
I love thee, false one, still.
CHORUS--Still so gently o’er me stealing, &c.
We Met by Chance.
When evening brings the twilight hour,
I pass a lonely spot,
Where oft she comes to cull the flower,
We call “Forget-me-not.”
She never whispers go, nor stay;
She never whispers go, nor stay;
We met by chance, the usual way,
We met by chance, the usual way
We met by chance,
We met by chance,
We met by chance, the usual way.
Once, how, I can not well divine,
Unless by chance we kiss’d,
I found her lips were close to mine,
So I could not resist;
As neither whisper’d yea, nor nay,
As neither whisper’d yea, nor nay,
They met by chance, the usual way,
They met by chance, the usual way,
They met by chance,
They met by chance,
They met by chance, the usual way.
The roses, when the zephyrs woo,
Impart what they receive;
They sigh and sip the balmy dew,
But never whisper give.
Our love is mutual, this we know,
Our love is mutual, this we know,
Though neither tells the other so,
Though neither tells the other so;
Our love is mutual, this we know,
Though neither tells the other so.
When the Swallows Homeward Fly.
When the swallows homeward fly,
When the roses scatter’d lie,
When from neither hill nor dale,
Chaunts the silvery nightingale,