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18 WITH HELMET ON HIS BROW. Music--" Le Pette de Tambour."

With helmet on his brow, and sabre on his thigh, The soldier mounts his gallant steed, to conquer or to die His plume like a pennon streams on the wanton summer wind, In the path of glory still that white plume shalt thou find! Then let the trumpet's blast To the brazen drum reply, " A soldier must with honour live, Or at once with honour die!"

O! bright as his own good sword, a soldier's fame must And pure as the plume that floats above his helm so white and free! No fear in his heart must dwell, but the dread that shame may throw, One spot on that blade so bright, one stain on that plume of snow ! Then let the trumpet's blast, &c.

THE WINDS WHISTLE COLD. A Glee for Three Volces, from the Musical Play or " Guy Mannering " The Words by D. Terry, Esq. The Music by Bishop.

The winds whistle cold and the stars glimmer red, The flocks are in fold and the cattle in shed. The winds, &c. When the hoar frost was chill upon moorland and hill, And was fringing the forest bough, Our fathers would trowl the bonnie brown bowl. And so will we do now, jolly hearts ! And so will we do now. Gaffer Winter may seize upon milk in the pail; "Twill be long ere le freeze the bold brandy and ale. For our fathers so bold they laughed at the cold, When Boreas was bending his brow; or they quaffed mighty ale, and they told a blithe tale, And so will we do now, jolly hearts ! And so will we do now