Daylight is on the sea,
Land is no place for me;
Come away, love, come away, love,
I dare no longer stay;
Come away, love, away, love,
I dare no longer stay.
Come away, away, away, away, away,
I dare no longer stay,
Away, away, away, away, away,
I dare no longer stay.
Daylight plays o’er the deep,
Like childhood’s smile;
Blue waves and hush’d winds sleep,
Enchain’d awhile!
My bark is on the waves,
My boat ashore,
The surge its broadside laves,
While sleeps each oar.
Daylight is on the sea, &c.
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Kate was once a Little Girl.
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publishers of the music.
Kate was once a little girl,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!
Eyes of blue, and teeth of pearl,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!
In the spring, when school was done,
Full of life and full of fun,
O’er the hills away she’d run,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!
Gentle breezes all the day,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!
Through her sunny locks would play,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!
Still on her cheek as brightly plays
The sunshine of her youthful days,
And still as sweet her girlish ways,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!
Kate’s a little older now,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!
Still as fair her radiant brow,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!
All her thoughts are pure and bright,
As the stars we see at night,
Shining with a joyous light,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!
Kate will always be the same,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!
She’ll never change except in name,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!
So gently time shall steal away,
She’ll always be as bright and gay,
As when she laugh’d in girlhood’s day,
Heigh ho! heigh ho!
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Kitty Tyrrell.
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publishers of the music.
You’re looking as fresh as the morn, darling,
You’re looking as bright as the day;
But while on your charms I’m dilating,
You’re stealing my poor heart away.
But keep it and welcome, mavourneen,
Its loss I’m not going to mourn;
Yet one heart’s enough for a body,
So pray give me yours in return.
Mavourneen, mavourneen,
Oh! pray give me yours in return.
I’ve built me a neat little cot, darling,
I’ve pigs and potatoes in store;
I’ve twenty good pounds in the bank, love,
And may be, a pound or two more.
It’s all very well to have riches,
But I’m such a covetous elf,
I can’t help still sighing for something,
And, darling, that something’s yourself.
Mavourneen, mavourneen,
And that something, you know, is yourself.
You’re smiling, and that’s a good sign, darling;
Say “Yes,” and you’ll never repent;
Or, if you would rather be silent,
Your silence I’ll take for consent.
That good-natured dimple’s a tell-tale,
Now all that I have is your own,
This week you may be Kitty Tyrrell,
Next week you’ll be Mistress Malone.
Mavourneen, mavourneen,
You’ll be my own Mistress Malone.
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Within a mile of Edinboro’ Town.
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publishers of the music.
’Twas within a mile of Edinboro’ town,
In the rosy time of the year,
Sweet flowers bloom’d and the grass was down,
And each shepherd woo’d his dear;
Bonny Jocky blithe and gay,
Kiss’d sweet Jenny makin’ hay,
The lassie blush’d and frowning cried,
No no, it will not do, I can not, can not, wonnot, wonnot,
monnot buckle too.
Jocky was a wag that never would wed,
Though long he had follow’d the lass,
Contented she earn’d and eat her brown bread,
And merrily turn’d up the grass.
Bonny Jocky blithe and free,
Won her heart right merrily;
Yet still she blush’d and frowning cried,
No no, it will not do, I can not, &c.
But when he vow’d he would make her his bride.
Though his flocks and herds were not few
She gave him her hand and a kiss beside,
And vow’d she’d forever be true.
Bonny Jocky blithe and free;
Won her heart right merrily;
At church she no more frowning cried.
No, no, it will not do, I can not, &c.
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Would I Were With Thee.
Would I were with thee, ev’ry day and hour
Which now I pass so sadly far from thee,
Would that my form possess’d the magic power
To follow where my heavy heart would be;
Whate’er thy lot o’er land or sea,
Would I were with thee eternally.
Would I were with thee, when the world forgetting
Thy weary limbs upon the turf are thrown,
While bright and red our evening sun is setting,
And all thy thoughts belong to heaven alone;
While happy dreams thy thoughts employ,
Would I were with thee in thy joy.
Would I were with thee, when no longer feigning
The hurried laugh, that stifles back a sigh,
When thy young lip pours forth its sweet complaining,
And tears have quench’d the light within thine eye;
When all seems dark and sad below,
Would I were with thee in thy woe.
Would I were with thee, when the day is breaking,
And when the moon has lit the lonely sea,
Or when in crowds some careless note awaking,
Speaks to thy heart in memory of me:
In joy, or pain, by sea, or shore,
Would I were with thee evermore.
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Old Uncle Edward.
There formerly might have been seen an aged colored individual,
Whose cognomen was Uncle Edward,
He departed this life some time since, some time since,
And he had no capillary substance on the summit of his cranium,
On the place designed by nature for the capillary to vegetate.