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I'D BE A BUTTERFLY. Words and Music is Bayly. Sung by Miss Stephens, Mrs Waylett, L. (illegible text) and Miss Paton.
I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower, Where roses, and lilies, and violets meet ; Roving for ever from flower to flower, Kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet. I'd never lungnish for wealth or for power, I'd never sigh to see slaves at any feet; I'd be a butterfly born in a bower, Kissing all buds that are pretty and sweet.
Oh! could I pilfer the wand of a fairy, I'd have a pair of those beautiful wings : Their summer day's ramble is sportive and airy, They sleep in a rose when the nightingale sings. Those who have wealth must be watchful and wary, Power, alas! nought but misery brings; I'd be a butterfly, sportive and airy, Rocked in a rose when the nightingale sings.
What though you tell me each gay little rover Shrinks from the breath of the first autumn day? Surely 'tis better, when summer is over, To die, when all fair things are fading away. Some in life's winter may toil to discover Means of procuring a weary delay; I'd be a butterfly, living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.
WHEN THY BOSOM.
A Duet. Arranged by Braham.
When thy bosom heaves the sigh, When the tear o'crflows thine eye, May sweet hope afford relief, Cheer thy heart and calm thy grief. So the tender flower appears, Dropping wet with morning tears, Till the sunbeam's genial ray Chase the heavy dew away.
