FAREWELL TO THE WOODS. 



INTERMEDIATE. 



Verdant grove, farewell to thee, Clad in vernal beauty; 

 Thine my parting song shall be, "Tis a sacred duty; 

 Let thy warblers' tuneful throng Bear the echoes of my song 

 Far o'er hill and valley, Far o'er hill and valley. 



What delight to linger here, 'Mid the shady bowers; 



From the silver fountain clear, Culling fragrant flowers ; 



Would I might with garlands crowned, Breathing odors sweet around, 



Tarry with thee longer, Tarry with thee longer. 



But the night forbids my stay, I must leave thee in sorrow ; 



To your rest, ye birds away, And dream of the morrow. 



Fare ye well, ye shadowy bow'rs, With your blooming fragrant flow'rs, 



Till another meeting, Till another meeting. 



THE POSTILLION. 



EUTERPEAN. 



I. 



The night is late, we dare not wait, The winds begin to blow, 

 And ere we gain the hollow plain, There'll be a storm I trow, 

 And as we pass the Beggar's tree, Look out'n the dark, look out, 

 The phantom horseman you will see, He'll crack his whip and shout, 



Hola! Hola! Hola ! Who's for the coach tonight? 



For we are bound for Bristol town, Before the morning light. 

 Hola! Hola! Hola! Hola! 



II. 



Then one glass more, the ale is fair ; A toast, sweet ladies fair, 

 To each man's home, good masters mine, And may he soon be there ! 

 The sparks shall flash as on we dash, The clattering wheels shall spin, 

 And every sleeping loon shall stir, To see the coach roll in. 



Hola! Hola! Hola! Who's for the coach tonight? 



For we are bound for Bristol town, Before the morning light. 

 Hola! Hola! Hola! Hola! 



THE DANCERS. 



XAUREL Music READER. 



Come where the viols are singing, And the merry laughter of beauty is ringing; 

 Where the laddies and the lassies Dance as sprightly as leaves in the breeze. 

 See how the soft shadows all abloom, Dance with the sun through the trees, 

 See every cloud with its growing plume, Dances in time to the breeze. 

 Swallows are wheeling in airy flights, Filled with the laughter of May, 

 Over the fields where children delight To dance through the gold of day ; 

 Over the fields where children delight To dance through the gold of the day. 



Dancing, dancing. 



Come where the viols are singing, And the merry laughter of beauty is ringing; 

 Where the laddies and the lassies Dance as sprightly as leaves in the breeze. 



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