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14 THEY SAY MY LOVE IS DEAD. The celebrated Maniac Song, from the first Number of Lintey's Scottish Arranged for, and Sung by Miss E. Paton. The Symphonies and accogapal ments by Charles B. Byrnu. The Poetry by Georgu Hitley, Esq.

RECITATIVE...

List to her notes of woe that float upon the air, Like the soft murmur of the distant wave! Mark her, lorn maiden! twined amid her raven hair, The violet, long withered, and meek daisy mingle there ; With weeds and wild flowers rudely o'er her strewn. Poor heart-distracted one! thy grief is like mine own: Having nor end nor home-but in the grave !

AIR.

They say my love is dead- Gone to his green turf bed ; But the bonnie moon shines red where he's laid; He gave me flowers three, Down beside yon willow-tree, And he'll come again to me ere they fade. O ! yes, he will come, &c.

The glow-worm bath a light For the fairy queen of night, But my true love's shroud so white lighteth me; Tis whiter than the snow That sparkles on the bough Where sweet Robin singeth now merrily. Where sweet, &c.

"Tis Hallow-mass' e'en, And around the holly green The fairy elves are seen tripping light; And thither I must be, Ere their queen has left the lea ; For she comes to marry me to my own true love. She comes, &c.