Oh come with me, love, I'm seeking Its charms o'er the summer bow'rs. Haste, or the spell will be missing, And the charm is so tender the May. dew sheds O'er the wild flowers' delicate dyes, That e'en at the touch of the sunbeam, 'tis said, The mystical influence flies. Oh, come with me, etc. OH! FOR A HUSBAND. AIR-"Oh! for a husband," Early in the 17th THERE was a maiden, well-a-day! Full eighteen years have pass'd," she said, "All lonely and forlorn, Oh, if I chance to die unwed, Would I had ne'er been born. Be he old or young !" An ancient suitor to her came, His head was very gray; Her mother said, "Don't wed too fast, "I will have a husband, Be he old or young !" When she had been a wedded wife A twelvemonth and a day, She found her dear, her lord, her life, He grudg'd the price of cap and gown, On trinkets he would grimly frown, Another twelvemonth slowly pass'd, 'Oh, oh, oh, for a husband, Oh, oh, oh, for a husband, This is still my song, I will have a husband, But he must be young !" LADY MARY. J. E. CARPENTER. TWAS lovely Lady Mary, the pride of Scotland's Earl, Whose tresses were of auburn, whose brow was like the pearl; Whose gentleness and beauty caused many a noble knight To seek Earl March's towers, their fealty there to plight; But cold was Lady Mary to all who came to woo, — Though nobler gallants were not, search bonnie Scotland through. 'Twas lovely Lady Mary had met in silent dell Young Donald o' the Islands, and he loved her full well; "Ye have no wealth-no broad lands" --so spake the stern old Earl. "Then deem not in your bosom to place my lovely pearl." Oh! sad was Lady Mary, for Donald came to wo0, And braver gallant lived not, search bonnie Scotland through. Twas gentle Lady Mary-yet none, alas, could trace The sunshine of the beauty that once beamed in her face! In silent grief she wandered the leafy wood and dell Where every flow'ret told her of him she loved so well; And then the Earl relented-"Let Donald come to woo, Although he be the poorest, search bonnie Scotland through." 'Twas lovely Lady Mary, was waiting in the hall, Three sturdy men had ridden young Donald back to call; From day to day they sought him, and when at last he came, A belted knight was Donald, of honor and of fame. Then blithe was Lady Mary, for Donald came to woo, And happier twain there lived not, search bonnie Scotland through. |