We'll gie her meat, we'll gie her claise, 'There, gang and ask my mammy.' "Has she been to the kirk wi' thee, "She has been to the kirk wi' me, For, oh, she's but a young thing, DEAR OLD MOTHER ENGLAND. C. JEFFERYS.] ENGLAND. [Music by S. GLOVER. Dear old Mother England, To laud thy fame I breathe thy name, Who dare traduce his mother. To laud thy fame I breathe thy name, SCOTLAND. Health to thee, old Scotland, Blithe and bonnie Scotland! 9 Health to thee, old Scotland! The brave and free on land and sea IRELAND. Here's to good old Ireland, the noon Its glories be revealing; So shall they be, these sisters three, But one in heart and feeling. Here's to good old Ireland, Frank and fearless Ireland! The dawning rays of happy days Are shining on old Ireland. THE QUEEN. Health to Queen Victoria! On sea and shore all hearts adore Health to Queen Victoria ! Long life to Victoria! On sea and shore all hearts adore DAME DURDEN. [ANONYMOUS.] Dame Durden kept five serving girls She also kept five labouring men 'Twas Moll and Bet, and Doll and Kate, and Dorothy Draggletail, And John and Dick, and Joe and Jack, and Humphrey with his flail. "Twas John kiss'd Molly, And Dick kiss'd Betty, And Jack kiss'd Katty, And Humphrey with his flail. And Kitty was a charming girl to carry the milkingpail. Dame Durden in the morn so soon She did begin to call; To rouse her servants, maids and men, 'Twas Moll and Bet, and Doll and Kate, and Dorothy Draggletail, And John and Dick, and Joe and Jack, and Humphrey with his flail. 'Twas John kiss'd Molly, &c. "Twas on the morn of Valentine, The birds began to prate, Dame Durden's servants, maids and men, 'Twas Moll and Bet, and Doll and Kate, and Dorothy Draggletail, And John and Dick, and Joe and Jack, and Humphrey with his flail. "Twas John kiss'd Molly, And Dick kiss'd Betty, And Joe kiss'd Dolly, And Jack kiss'd Katty, And Dorothy Draggletail, And Humphrey with his flail, And Kitty was a charming girl to carry the milking pail. I STILL LOVE THEE. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by S. GLOVER, I still love thee, I still love thee, Though others may have tempted me, They tell me, when they hear thy name, I only know that, praise or blame, I still love thee. When first I loved I knew not then And then my heart will ne'er repine- I still love thee, yet deem not now Some gentle thoughts of me, I'LL SING SWEET SONGS TO THEE. J. E. CARPENTER.] [Music by E. L. HIME. When the summer sun is shining, When thy brow looks pale with sorrow, For thou then wilt be more dear; Of the past I'll weave a story THE GRASP OF FRIENDSHIP'S HAND. Give me the grasp that is warm, kind, and ready, Give me the hand that is true as a brother; |