BALLADS, SONGS,

ETC.

BLACK AND BLUE EYES.

I.

THE brilliant black eye

May in triumph let fly

All its darts without caring who feels 'em ; But the soft eye of blue,

Though it scatter wounds too,

Is much better pleased when it heals 'em.

Dear Fanny! dear Fanny!

The soft eye of blue,

Though it scatter wounds too,

Is much better pleased when it heals 'em, dear

Fanny!

II.

The black eye may say,

"Come and worship my ray,

"By adoring, perhaps you may move me!"

But the blue eye, half hid,

Says, from under its lid,

"I love, and I'm yours if you love me!"

Dear Fanny! dear Fanny!

The blue eye, half hid,

Says, from under its lid,

"I love, and am yours if you love me!" dear

Fanny!

III.

Then tell me, oh! why,

In that lovely eye,

Not a charm of its tint I discover;

Or why should you wear

The only blue pair

That ever said "No" to a lover?

Dear Fanny! dear Fanny!

Oh! why should you wear

The only blue pair

That ever said "No" to a lover, dear Fanny?

CEASE, OH CEASE TO TEMPT!

I.

CEASE, oh cease to tempt

My tender heart to love!
It never, never can

So wild a flame approve.
All its joys and pains

To others I resign;

But be the vacant heart,

The careless bosom mine.

Then cease, oh cease to tempt

My tender heart to love!
It never, never can

So wild a flame

II.

approve.

Say, oh say no more

That lovers' pains are sweet!

I never, never can

Believe the fond deceit.

Weeping day and night,

Consuming life in sighs,—

This is the lover's lot,

And this I ne'er could prize.
Then say, oh say no more

That lovers' pains are sweet!

I never, never can

Believe the fond deceit.

DEAR FANNY!

I.

SHE has beauty, but still you must keep your heart cool;

She has wit, but you must not be caught so :

Thus Reason advises, but Reason's a fool,

And 'tis not the first time I have thought so,

Dear Fanny.

II.

"She is lovely!" Then love her, nor let the bliss

fly;

"Tis the charm of youth's vanishing season : Thus Love has advised me, and who will deny That Love reasons much better than Reason, Dear Fanny?

DID NOT.

I.

'Twas a new feeling-something more

Than we had dared to own before,

Which then we hid not, which then we hid not.
We saw it in each other's eye,

And wish'd, in every murmur'd sigh,
To speak, but did not; to speak, but did not.

II.

She felt my lips' impassion'd touch-
"Twas the first time I dared so much,
And yet she chid not, and yet she chid not ;
But whisper'd o'er my burning brow,

"Oh! do you doubt I love you now?" Sweet soul! I did not; sweet soul! I did not. III.

Warmly I felt her bosom thrill,

I press'd it closer, closer still,

Though gently bid not, though gently bid not; Till-oh! the world hath seldom heard

Of lovers, who so nearly err'd,

And yet who did not, and yet who did not.