HAD I A HEART FOR FALSEHOOD R. B. SHERIDAN.] FRAMED. Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd, I ne'er could injure you; [Irish Air. For though your tongue no promise claim'd, To you no soul shall bear deceit, No stranger offer wrong; But friends in all the aged you'll meet, For when they learn that you have bless'd And act a brother's part; And lovers in the young. I HAVE WAITED FOR THY COMING. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by W. V. WALLACE. I have waited for thy coming I have waited in the starlight On the spot where oft we met; I have waited for thy coming,— I have waited for thy coming PHYLLIS IS MY ONLY JOY. Sir C. SEDLEY.] Phyllis is my only joy, [Music by J. W. HOBBS. Faithless as the wind or seas; I am cast down, Makes me happier than before. Though, alas! too late I find What need lovers wish for more? UNDER THE SNOW. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by W. II. WEISS. Under the snow, under the snow, Primroses, lilies, and violets grow! What though the winter be gloomy and drear, Pearls may lie hid 'neath the cold water's flow- Dwelling in darkness, the spring flowers grow- Judge yet not, then, by the cold outward showHearts may beat warm though hid-under the snow! THE BLOSSOM'S ON THE BLACKTHORN. [Music by S. Glover. CHARLES JEFFERYS.] The blossom's on the blackthorn, Then up! and through the greenwood But hark! what thrilling music Is that which sounds on high? It is the gay lark soaring With song up to the sky: Again! it is the robin, Perch'd on the bending bough; Then up! and through the greenwood A-maying let us go. The bees are gaily humming While in the sun's warm glance; Above, around, below, Then up! and through the greenwood THERE WAS A JOLLY MILLER. J. BICKERSTAFF.] There was a jolly miller once Lived on the river Dee, [Old Air. He danced and sang from morn till night, No lark so blithe as he; And this the burden of his song For ever used to be, "I care for nobody, no not I, I live by my mill, God bless her! No lawyer, surgeon, or doctor, When spring begins his merry career, No foresight mars the miller's joy, Thus, like the miller, bold and free, The days of youth are made for glee, This song shall pass from me to thee, With heart and voice, let all agree J. E. CARPENTER.] BELIEVE IT. Oh! ask not others if I love, [Music by S. GLover. To no such wild chance leave it; Why should you doubt you have the power The sunshine woos the budding flower The heart would perish felt it not E'en so my fond heart turns to thine COUNTY GUY. Sir WALTER SCOTT.] O County Guy, the hour is nigh, The sun has left the lea, [Italian Air. The orange-flower perfumes the bower, |