The light of noon streams from the moon, Though with a milder ray O'er hill and grove, like woman's love, It cheers us on our way. Thus all that's bright--the moon, the night, The heavens, the earth, the sea, Exert their powers to bless the hours We dedicate to thee. Well-A-Day! Love comes and goes like a spell! How, no one knows, nor can tell! Now here--now there--then away! None dreameth where!--Well-a-day! Love should be true as the star Seen in the blue sky afar!-- Not here--now there--like the lay Of lutes in th' air!--Well-a-day! Should love depart, not a tie Binds up the heart till we die!-- Now here--now there--sad we stray Life is all care!--Well-a-day! Not Married Yet! I'm single yet--I'm single yet! And years have flown since I came out! In vain I sigh--in vain I fret-- Ye gods! what are the men about? I vow I'm twenty!--O ye powers! A spinster's lot is hard to bear-- On earth alone to pass her hours, And afterward lead apes--DOWN THERE! No offer yet--no offer yet! I'm puzzled quite to make it out: For every beau my cap I set-- What, what, what ARE the men about? They don't propose--they WON'T propose, For fear, perhaps, I'd not say, "Yes!" Just let them try--for Heaven knows I'm tired of single-blessedness. Not married yet--not married yet-- The deuce is in the men, I fear! I'm like a--something to be let, And to be LET ALONE--that's clear. They say, "She's pretty--but no chink-- And love without it runs in debt!" It agitates my nerves to think That I have had no offer yet. Lady of England. Lady of England--o'er the seas Thy name was borne on every breeze, Till all this sunset clime became Familiar with Victoria's name. Though seas divide us many miles, Yet, for the Queen of those fair isles, Which gave our fathers birth, there roves A blessing from this Land of Groves. Our Fatherland!--Fit theme for song! When thou art named, what memories throng! Shall England cease our love to claim? Not while our language is the same. Scion of kings! so live and reign, That, when thy nation's swelling strain Is breathed amid our forests green, We too may sing, "God save the Queen!" Oh, This Love! Music--"Jess Macfarlane." Oh, this love--this love! I ainse the passion slighted; But hearts that truly love, Must break or be united. Oh, this love! When first he cam' to woo, I little cared aboot him; But seene I felt as though I could na' live without him. Oh, this love! He brought to me the ring, My hand asked o' my mither-- I could na' bear the thought That he should we anither. Oh, this love! And now I'm a' his ain-- In a' his joys I mingle; Nae for the wealth of warlds Wad I again be single! Oh, this love! Mary.