I'll weave my love a garland, It shall be dressed so fine; I'll set it round with roses, With lilies, pinks and thyme. And I'll present it to my love When he comes back from sea, For I love my love, and I love my love, Because my love loves me. Blow summer breeze, o'er the sea Bring my pretty love to me. 2 I wish I were an arrow, That sped into the air; To seek him as a sparrow, And if he was not there, Then quickly I'd become a fish To search the raging sea; For I love my love, and I love my love, Because my love loves me. Blow &c. 3 I would I were a reaper, I'd seek him in the corn; I would I were a keeper, I'd hunt him with my horn. I'd blow a blast, when found at last, Beneath the green-wood tree, For I love my love, and I love my love, Because my love loves me. Blow &c. No. 93 THE STREAMS OF NANTSIAN C.J.S. [Music] 1 O the Streams of Nant-si-an In two parts divide, Where the young men in dancing Meet sweetheart and bride. They will take no denial, We must frolic and sing. And the sound of the viol O it makes my heart ring. 2 On the rocky cliff yonder A castle up-stands; To the seamen a wonder Above the black sands. 'Tis of ivory builded With diamonds glazed bright, And with gold it is gilded, To shine in the night. 3 Over yonder high mountain The wild fowl do fly; And in ocean's deep fountain, The fairest pearls lie. On eagle's wings soaring, I'll speed as the wind; Ocean's fountain exploring, My true love I'll find. 4 O the streams of Nant-si-an Divide in two parts, And rejoin as in dancing Do lads their sweethearts. So the streams, bright and shining Tho' parted in twain, Re-unite, intertwining, One thenceforth remain. No. 94 THE DRUNKEN MAIDENS F.W.B. [Music] 1 There were three drunken maidens, Came from the Isle of Wight. They drank from Monday morning, Nor stayed till Saturday night. When Saturday night did come, Sirs! They would not then go out; Not the three drunken maidens, As they pushed the jug about. 2 Then came in Bouncing Sally, With cheeks as red as bloom. "Make space, my jolly sisters, Now make for Sally room. For that I will be your equal, Before that I go out." So now four drunken maidens, They pushed the jug about. 3 It was woodcock and pheasant, And partridges and hare, It was all kinds of dainties, No scarcity was there. It was four quarts of Malaga, Each fairly did drink out, So the four drunken maidens, They pushed the jug about. 4 Then down came the landlord, And asked for his pay. O! a forty-pound bill, Sirs! The damsels drew that day. It was ten pounds apiece, Sirs! But yet, they would not out. So the four drunken maidens, They pushed the jug about. 5