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THE NAVY AND THE ARMY,
Music by Parry
Though war no more with ruthless hand
Spreads gloom and terror round,
Be not forgot the gallant band
That Albion's glory erowned;
And while the glass you gaily pass,
Where mirth and music charm ye,
O, let the toast be England's boast,
The navy and the army!
The navy and the army,
The army and the navy!
O, let, &c.
Our sailors on the mountain wave,
Our soldiers on the field,
With honour fight, humanely save,
But never basely yield.
Then while the glass you gaily pass,
This welcome tribute levy,
A bumper toast to Britain's boast,
The army and the navy!
The navy and the army,
The army and the navy!
A bumper, &c.
THE SNOW-DROP.
Music by Bishop
The snow-drop, first-born tower of spring.
With violets, to his grave I'll bring,
And summer roses I will spread,
To deck the turf that binds his head,
And o'er his earthy pillow
Shall wave the weeping willow.
Each day I'll sit beside his tomb,
To watch the flow'rets as they bloom;
That where the drooping rose appears,
I may revive it with my tears.
And o'er his earthy pillow
Shall wave the weeping willow.
