. Ballads. WHEN THE GLOOM IS ON THE GLEN. —•—Whex the moonlights on the mountain And the gloom is on the glen,At the cross beside the fountain. There is one will meet me the cross beside the fountain;Yes, the cross beside the fountain; There is one will meet mo thon! 256 \viip;n tiik gloom is on the glen. I have braved, since first we met, love, Many a danger in my course;But I never can forget, love. That dear fountain, that old , her mantle shrouded oer her — For the winds were chilly then —First I met my Leonora, When the gloom was on the glen. Many a clime I ve ranged si
. Ballads. WHEN THE GLOOM IS ON THE GLEN. —•—Whex the moonlights on the mountain And the gloom is on the glen,At the cross beside the fountain. There is one will meet me the cross beside the fountain;Yes, the cross beside the fountain; There is one will meet mo thon! 256 \viip;n tiik gloom is on the glen. I have braved, since first we met, love, Many a danger in my course;But I never can forget, love. That dear fountain, that old , her mantle shrouded oer her — For the winds were chilly then —First I met my Leonora, When the gloom was on the glen. Many a clime I ve ranged since then, love. Many a land I ve wandered oer;But a valley like that glen, love. Half so dear I never sor!Neer saw maiden fairei, coyer. Than Avert thou, my true love, whenIn the gloaming first I saw yer, In the ffloamino: of the fflen. THE RED FLAG. 257. THE RED FLAG. Where the quivering lightning flingsHis arrows from out the clouds, And the howling tempest singsAnd whistles among the shrouds, 258 THK KED FLAG. T is pleasant, t is pleasant U) rido Along the foaming brine —Wilt be the Rovers briile? Wilt follow liim, lady mine?Hurrah! For tlic Ijonny, bonny biine. Amidst the storm and rack, You shall see our galley pass,As a sei-pent lithe and black, Glides througli the waving the vulture swift and dark, Down on the ring-dove shall see the Rovers bark Swoop down upon his ! For the bonny, bonny prize. Over her sides we dash. We gallop across her deck —Ha! theres a ghastly gash On the merchant captains neck —Well shot, well shot, old Ned! Well struck, well struck, black James,Our arms are red, and our foes are dead. And we leave a shiji in flames!Hurrah! For the bonny, bonny flames! COMMANDERS OF THE FAITHFUL. 259 COMMANDERS OF THE FAITHFUL. The Pope he is a happy man, His Palace is the Vatican, And
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