Absence makes the heart go fonder
It was a dream of perfect bliss, / Too beautiful to last.
She wore a wreath of roses, / The night that first we met.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, / Isle of Beauty, Fare thee well!
I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, / Dying when fair things are fading away.
The mistletoe hung in the castle hall, / The holly branch shone on the old oak wall.
We met, 'twas in a crowd, and I thought he would shun me.
Why don't the men propose, mamma, / Why don't the men propose?
Oh! no! we never mention her, her name is never heard; my lips are now forbid to speak, that once familiar word.
Gaily the Troubadour / Touched his guitar.
The rose that all are praising/ Is not the rose for me.
Those that have wealth must be watchful and wary, Power, alas! naught but misery brings!
I've now got the music book ready, Do sit up and sing like a lady A recitative from Tancredi, And something about Palpiti! Sing forte when first you begin it, Piano the very next minute, They'll cry What expression there's in it! Don't sing English ballads to me!
Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be.
Oh pilot, 't is a fearful night! There's danger on the deep.