Skip directly to:Main content Main navigation

University of Virginia Library

Songs and ballads by Samuel Lover

Fourth edition

Lover, Samuel (1797-1868)

collapse section

Songs of the Superstitions of Ireland.

Legendary and Traditional Ballads.

collapse section

Miscellaneous Songs.

THE MOUNTAIN DEW.

WOULD YOU KNOW WHO HAS MY VOW?

MY NATIVE TOWN.

MY DARK-HAIR'D GIRL.

THE FLAG IS HALF-MAST-HIGH.

THE FOUNTAIN AND THE FLOWER.

THE HAPPIEST TIME IS NOW.

BEAUTY AND TIME.

THE CHILD AND THE GOSSAMER.

MY GENTLE LUTE.

THE ANGEL'S WING.

SONG OF THE SPANISH PEASANT.

CAN'T YOU GUESS?

FĀG AN BEALACH.

OUR OWN WHITE CLIFF.

THE LADY'S HAND.

THE SILENT FAREWELL.

'TIS TIME TO FLY.

WHEN GENTLE MUSIC.

MOTHER, HE'S GOING AWAY.

UNDER THE ROSE.

HOW SWEET 'TIS TO RETURN.

MEMORY AND HOPE.

THEY SAY MY SONGS ARE ALL THE SAME.

THE VENETIAN LOVE CHASE.

THE TRYSTING TREE.

LOVE AND HOME AND NATIVE LAND.

THE ROAD OF LIFE;

TEA TABLE TACTICS.

I LEAVE YOU TO GUESS.

DERMOT O' DOWD.

WHAT WILL YOU DO, LOVE?

THE ROYAL DREAM.

THE SUNSHINE IN YOU.

PADDY'S PASTORAL RHAPSODY.

THE LOW-BACKED CAR.

ASK ME NOT WHAT I AM THINKING.

THE BOWLD SOJER BOY.

A LEAF THAT REMINDS OF THEE.

THE VOICE WITHIN.

SAY NOT MY HEART IS COLD.

THE QUAKER'S MEETING.

THERE IS A GENTLE GLEAM.

THE CONVENT BELLE.

THE LAND OF DREAMS.

THE LAND OF THE WEST.

THE POOR BLIND BOY.

THE WIND AND THE WEATHERCOCK.

THE SLAVE TRADE.

VICTORIA, THE QUEEN.

THE CHILD AND AUTUMN LEAF.

FATHER-LAND AND MOTHER-TONGUE.

MORNING, SWEET MORNING.

THE STAR OF THE DESERT.

THE MEETING OF FOES AND THE MEETING OF FRIENDS.

'TWAS THE DAY OF THE FEAST.

THE BIRTH OF SAINT PATRICK.

MY MOUNTAIN HOME.

SONG OF THE ITALIAN TROUBADOUR.

THERE'S NO SUCH GIRL AS MINE.

OH, SHE IS A BRIGHT-EYED THING!

THE SHOUT OF NED OF THE HILL.

MY MOTHER DEAR.

FORGIVE BUT DON'T FORGET.

I THINK OF THEE.

THE HOUR I PASS WITH THEE.

GONDOLIER, ROW!

'TIS BETTER NOT TO KNOW.

“ONCE UPON A TIME.”

THE FLYING CLOUD.

AN HONEST HEART TO GUIDE US.

OH! DON'T YOU REMEMBER?

I CAN NE'ER FORGET THEE.

THE WEDDING OF THE ADRIATIC.

WHEN THE SUN SINKS TO REST.

OH! GIVE ME THY HAND, FAIR LADY.

THE PEARL DIVER.

SWEET HARP OF THE DAYS THAT ARE GONE.

BETWEEN MY SLEEVE AND ME.

OH! NEVER ASK ME “WHY?”

THE BARD'S FAREWELL.

SECRETS WERE NOT MEANT FOR THREE.

SIGH NOT—LOVE NOT—DOUBT NOT.

MY OWN OLD MAN.

HOW OFT HAVE WE WANDER'D.

THE MAID OF MALABAR.

JACK AND THE BEARSKIN.

I KNOW THAT THE SUMMER IS COME.

THE SENTINEL OF THE ALMA.

I'M A RANTING ROVING BLADE.

SLAYING THE DEER.

SOFT ON THE EAR.

I'M NOT MYSELF AT ALL.

WHEN FIRST I OVER THE MOUNTAIN TROD.

FLOWER OF NATCHEZ.

WHEN AND WHERE.

THERE'S A CHARM IN THE PAST.

'TWAS LOVING THEE TOO WELL.

GENTLE LADY, HEAR MY VOW.

GREEN AND GRAY CAN NEVER AGREE.

'TIS SWEET TO REMEMBER.

THE HAPPY HOUR TO MEET.

THE SUNSHINE OF THE HEART.

HOPE RETURNS AGAIN.

THE INDIAN SUMMER.

CUPID'S FIRST DIP.

BRING ME THAT ANCIENT BOWL.

OH! ONCE I HAD LOVERS.

THE ENCHANTRESS.

OH! THAT GOLDEN STRAND.

THE MINSTREL TO HIS LADY LOVE.

OH! WHAT CARE I FOR ANCIENT LORDLY HALL.

OH! LOVELY EYES.

THE CAPTIVE ROVER.

THE JAUNTING CAR.

CAN YOU EVER FORGET?

HOW TO ASK AND HAVE.

I VALUE THIS CUP.

COME BACK TO ME.

OH! GALLANT SAILOR BOY.

THE WAR SHIP OF PEACE.

THE ROSE, THE ZEPHYR, AND THE DEWDROP.

THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND ME.

A SINGLE WREATH ENTWINE.

YIELD NOT, THOU SAD ONE, TO SIGHS.

THE DEEP-SEA SHELL.

I AM A SIMPLE GONDOLIER.

LOVE AND LIQUOR.

FILL HIGH THE CUP IN TRIUMPH.

THE “WHISTLIN' THIEF.”

THE TWO CASTLES.

THOU FAIR, BUT FAITHLESS ONE!

THE FISHERMAN'S DAUGHTER.

THE SIREN BY THE SEA.

MARY OF TIPPERARY.

OCULAR DEMONSTRATION.

THE BRIDGE OF SIGHS.

collapse section

Collapse All | Expand All expand section

THE WEDDING OF THE ADRIATIC.

Mark! lady, mark
Yon gilded bark
Beareth a duke in pride,
His costly ring
Bravely to fling
And make the sea his bride.
Proud of her lord all ocean smiles,
And with soft waves kisses our isles,
While her own mirror, gorgeously,
Doubles the pomp she loves to see.
Mark! lady, mark, &c.

Vain is thy pride
Seeking a bride
In the cold, faithless sea:
Why wouldst thou throw
Rich gems below,
She will be false to thee.

136

Dearer I hold plain rings of gold
Binding two hearts ne'er growing cold:
Proud lord, if thou hast rule o'er the sea,
Vast as the ocean true love can be.
Vain is thy pride
Seeking a bride
In the cold faithless sea.
Mine be the ring
True love can bring—
Such be the ring for thee!