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The Village Coquettes (1836),
Round.Hail to the merry Autumn days,
Lucy¡¯s Song.Love is not a feeling to pass away,
Squire Norton¡¯s Song.That very wise head, old ¨¡sop, said,
George Edmunds¡¯ Song.Autumn leaves, autumn leaves,
Rose¡¯s Song.Some folks who have grown old and sour,
Duet (Flam and Rose).¡¯Tis true I¡¯m caressed by the witty,
Squire Norton¡¯s Song.The child and the old man sat alone,
Duet (The Squire and Lucy).In rich and lofty station shine,
Sestet and Chorus.Turn him from the farm,
Quartet.Hear me, when I swear that the farm is your own,
Squire Norton¡¯s Song.There¡¯s a charm in Spring,
Young Benson¡¯s Song.My fair home is no longer mine,
Duet (The Squire and Edmunds).Listen, though I do not fear you,
Lucy¡¯s Song.How beautiful at even-tide,
Chorus.Join the dance, with step as light,
Quintet.No light bound of stag or timid hare,
The Lamplighter (1838),
Duet (Tom and Betsy).
There comes a new moon twelve times a year,
The Pickwick Papers (1837),
The Ivy Green.Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,
A Christmas Carol.
A Christmas Carol.I care not for Spring,
Gabriel Grub¡¯s Song.
Gabriel Grub¡¯s Song.Brave lodgings for one,
Romance (Sam Weller¡¯s Song).Bold Turpin vunce, on Hounslow Heath,
The Examiner (1841),
The Fine Old English Gentleman.I¡¯ll sing you a new ballad,
The Quack Doctor¡¯s Proclamation.An astonishing doctor has just come to town,
Subjects for Painters.To you, Sir Martin,
The Patrician¡¯s Daughter (1842),
Prologue. No tale of streaming plumes and harness bright,
The Keepsake (1844),
A Word in Season. They have a superstition in the East,
The Daily News (1846),
The British Lion. Oh, p¡¯r¡¯aps you may have heard,
The Hymn of the Wiltshire Labourers. Oh God, who by Thy Prophet¡¯s hand,
Lines addressed to Mark Lemon (1849),
New Song. Lemon is a little hipped,
The Lighthouse (1855),
Prologue. A story of those rocks where doom¡¯d ships come,
The Song of the Wreck. The wind blew high, the waters raved,
The Frozen Deep (1856),
Prologue. One savage footprint on the lonely shore,
The Wreck of the Golden Mary (1856),
A Child¡¯s Hymn