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THE SWISS BOY.
A Ballad, one of the Tyrolese Melodies Sung by Mrs Waylett. The Words by William Ball, Esq. The Music arranged by J. Moscheles.
Come, arouse thee, arouse thee, my brave Swiss boy! Take thy pail, and to labour away, Come, arouse thee, arouse thee, my brave Swiss boy! Take thy pail, and to labour away. The sun is up, with ruddy beam, The kine are thronging to the stream. Come, arouse thee, &c.
Am not I, am not I, say, a merry Swiss boy, When I lie to the mountain a way? Am not I, am not I, say, a merry Swiss boy, When I lie to the mountain away? For there a shepherd maiden dear, Awaits my song with listening ear. Am not I, &c.
Then at night, then at night, O, a gay Swiss boy I'm away to my comrades, away. Then at night, then at night, O, a gay Swiss boy! I'm away to my comrades, away. The cup we fill, the wine is passed In friendship round, until at last, With “Good night," and "Good night," goes the happy Swiss boy To his home and his slumbers away.
MY ANNA'S URN. Encompassed in an angel's frame, An angel's virtues lay, Too soon did heav'n assert the charms, And easled its own away.
My Anna's worth, my Anna's charms Must never more return; What now shall fill these widowed arms? Al me! my Anna's um.
