BOWMONT WATER

H, we think we're happy roving! But the stars that crown the night, They are only ours for loving

When the moon is lost to sight!
And my hopes are fleeting forward
With the ships that sail the sea,
And my eyes are to the Nor'ward,
As an exile's well may be,

And my heart a shrine has sought her
Where the lights and shadows play,
At the foot of Bowmont Water,
Bowmont Water-far away.

Oh, it's fair in summer weather,
When the red sun dropping low
Sets a lustre on the heather

And the Cheviot peaks aglow :
When the hares come down the meadows
In the gloaming clear and still,

And the flirting lights and shadows

Play at hidies on the hill;

When the wild duck's mate has sought her, And the speckled hill-trout play

At the foot of Bowmont Water,

Bowmont Water-far away.

Verse 2. Cheviot peaks] mountains between England and

Scotland.

gloaming] twilight.

hidies] hide and seek.

BOWMONT WATER

Oh, it's grand when Winter's creeping
And the rime is on the trees,
And the giant hills are sleeping

With the grey clouds on their knees;
When the Autumn days are ended,
And the glens are deep with snow,
And the grips are dark and splendid
Where the mountain eagles go:
Then the strath is a king's daughter,
In her purple robes and grey,
At the foot of Bowmont Water,
Bowmont Water-far away.

We have wandered down the valley
In the days of buried time,
Seen the foxgloves dip and dally,
Heard the fairy blue-bells chime;
Seen the brier-roses quiver

When the West-wind crossed the dell,

Heard the music of the river

And the tale it had to tell,
Where the melody Love taught her

Is the laverock's only lay,

At the foot of Bowmont Water,
Bowmont Water-far away.

Verse 3. grips] precipitous glens.

among the mountains.

Verse 4. laverock] lark.

strath] flat ground

BOWMONT WATER

I have tried the spots, in order,
Where the brightest sunbeams fall,
But the land upon the Border
Is my own land after all,

And I would not take the glory

Of the whole world's golden sheen
For the white mists down the corrie
And the naked scaurs between :
And my heart a shrine has sought her
That will last her little day-
At the foot of Bowmont Water,
Bowmont Water-far away.

WILL H. OGILVIE

Verse 5. corrie] circular hollow in the hills. rocks.

scaurs] bare

THE HARP THAT ONCE THROUGH

TH

TARA'S HALLS

HE harp that once through Tara's halls.
The soul of music shed,

Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls

As if that soul were fled.

So sleeps the pride of former days,

So glory's thrill is o'er,

And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.

No more to chiefs and ladies bright
The harp of Tara swells:

The chord alone, that breaks at night,
Its tale of ruin tells.

Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes,
The only throb she gives

Is when some heart indignant breaks,
To show that still she lives.

T. MOORE

IVRY

A SONG OF THE HUGUENOTS

WOW glory to the Lord of Hosts, from whom

NOW

all glories are!

And glory to our Sovereign Liege, King Henry of Navarre!

Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance,

Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France!

And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters,

Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters.

As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our

joy,

For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.

Hurrah! Hurrah! a single field hath turned the chance of war,

Hurrah! Hurrah! for Ivry, and Henry of Navarre.