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SONGSTER. 133
Bid him come back to me Uke a good man.
Where is he gone 1 where is he gone ^
I will him receive with smiles, if I can,
Tho' I am all alone !
Do not permit him to think that I pine,
TcU him that many men call me divine :
You cannot mistake him, his form is so fine :
Where is he gone 1 where is he gone 1
They say that his eyes are the image of mine.
Oh ! I am all alone !
The Spring* time of year is comings*
As sung by Mr. SINCLAIR.
The spring time of year is coming, coming.
Birds are blithe, are blithe and gay,
Lisects bright are humming, humming,
And all the world is May, love,
And all the world is May.
The glorious sun is brighter.
The balmy air is Ughter;
E'en woman when we meet hfer
In this sweet time is sweeter.
The spring time, &c.
The gale is gently swelling, swelling.
With fragrance from the balmy grove.
And youthful swains are telling, telling.
Their hajppy tales of love, love,
Their happy tales of love.
Spring makes the pulse with pleasure beat.
Spring makes the heart with rapture thrill.
Each maiden hastes her love to meet.
With hope and joy his heart to fill.
1'he spring time, &c.