"I've now got the music book ready, Do sit up and sing like a lady A recitative from Tancredi, And something about "Pa…"

"We met,—'twas in a crowd."

"Gayly the troubadour Touched his guitar."

"Why don't the men propose, Mamma? Why don't the men propose?"

"She wore a wreath of roses The first night that we met."

"Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep."

"Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago."

"The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me."

"Oh pilot, 'tis a fearful night! There's danger on the deep."

"Fear not, but trust in Providence, Wherever thou may'st be."