John Hill Hewitt piosenki

1. In a lone quiet spot by the side of a hill, Where the sycamore grows, and the wild willow's weeping There's a requiem steals from a sweet little rill, And chants o’er the mound where my Julia is sleeping. CHORUS Then mourn for my Julia, my joys are al...

They've left the mountain, left the vale Where once they dwelt in peace; Their last farewell swells on the gale, And now its accents cease. Oh! Alpine home! thou't silent now, Thy notes are heard no more The echo sleeps on mountain brow, Thy song of you is o'e...

While thus in glee together, We sing our social lay In spite of wind and weather We pass our time away Ha, ha, ha laugh while yet ye may, A good laugh drives away dull care, Ha, ha, ha- join our merry lay, And make old moping sorrow stare. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,...

Leap o'er the waves, o'er the wave, o'er the waves. Plough, plough, plough, plough thro' the sea, For thou art all my pride, My bonny white-wing'd bride; Thy grace, thy bound, thy speed for me, Thy grace, thy bound, thy speed for me, Thy speed, thy speed for m...

1. Let me kiss my mother's picture. See my lips are cold in death; Let me gaze upon her features­­ Bless her with my latest breath. Mother! Oh, how much I love you! Oh how dearly love you now! Do not chide me for my folly; Death's cold hand is on my br...

1. Let me sleep my last sleep in the land of my birth, Near the spot where my Father lies under the earth; Where the marble slabs tell of the friends that repose 'Neath the green grass that sighs when the wind gently blows. The old chuch still looks on that b...

1. Let us hope for the best, while we've strength to move on; It is folly to pine if we tread on a thorn; There are roses around to be gather'd at will, With their tint and the odor they gently distill. The dews that come down with the moon's mellow light, Ar...

1. Let's sit down and talk together Of the things of olden day, When we, like lambkins loosed from tether, Gaily tripp'd along the way. Time has touch'd us both with lightness, Leaving furrows here and there, And tinging with peculiar brightness Silvery thread...

1. Lightly we skim o’er the sparkling sea, Lady, fair lady to sing of thee; Homely the strain may be, Yet ’tis of love! Whispering soft comes the evening gale Bringing sweet odors from hill and vale; Gently swells out our sail— Gaily we move! CHORUS [sung aft...

1. 'Twas a calm, still night, And the moon's pale light, Shone soft o'er hill and vale, When friends mute with grief, Stood around the death bed, Of my poor lost Lilly Dale. CHORUS 1 Oh, Lilly, Sweet Lilly, dear Lilly Dale, Now the wild rose blos-soms...

1. Linger not long! home's sad without theem Its dearest tokens make me mourn. Let mem'ry be a chain about thee, Gently to hasten thy return. Linger not long, tho' woo'd to staying, Oh! can the mirth of friends, tho' dear, Pay for the grief thy long delaying C...

1. Down in yonder silent vale, Where softly breathes the summer gale, And cooing ring doves tell their tale, A cottage may be seen; The tinkling of the cattle's bells, Its quiet and its comfort tells; But there's a pretty fairy dwells, Her name is Lizzie Gree....

1. Look from thy lattice gentle lady While we touch the soft guitar. Our barque is on the waters ready To be guided by loves star. Love seeks the moonlight and the billows, When the winds are hushd to sleep. He loves to breathe on downy pillows, Smiling when...

[Solo Tenor] Look from your winder, Sweet Rosa, on me, I come by de moonlight to slamanade de! Look from your winder, Sweet Rosa, on me, I come by de moonlight to slamanade de! [Overlapping voices] [Alto] Ai-e-ho Ai-e-ho Ai-e-ho Ai-e-ho Ai-e-ho Ai-e-o Ai--e-o...

1. Look up on that banner! oh, see it proudly fly; The foemen are gath'ring the battle strife is nigh. Hark! hark! I hear the bugle; again its warlike blast; One kiss, boy embrace me, perchance 'twill be the last. One kiss, boy embrace me, perchance 'twill be...

1. The brother of two sisters drew painfully his breath, A strange fear had come o'er him, for love was strong in death; The fire of fatal fever burn'd darkly on his cheek, And often to his mother he spoke-- or tried to speak. He said "the quiet moonlight, ben...

1. We have heard thy syren lay, Lowland Fanny, ever smiling. We have mark'd thine eyes' bright ray, Life's cares beguiling. Where the proud magnolia grows, Is thy dwelling hidden treasure? Blooming with the forest rose, All joy and pleasure. Refrain. Oh, Lowl...

1. Oh once I knew a gentle maid, And took her for my wife; She came from where the orange grows, I loved her as my life. We happy lived no care was ours, She never caus'd me pain But on one dark and dreary night, I lost poor Mary Blane. [REFRAIN] Oh! farewe...

[Master, in broken English] Come pretty miss, your lesson rehearse, And mind that each note you read. [Pupil] My cold is so bad, I'm sure it gets worse, I'll murder the music indeed, indeed, I'll murder the music indeed! [Master] Your cold, oh dear! go on, go...

1. [Tenor] My love, you are looking so pretty,— To me you’re the belle of the city; The rose on your cheek— Your eyes seem to speak, Your talk is so learn-ed and witty. [Soprano] O, really, dearest, you flatter, I’m sure there is something the matter;...