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Woodbury, I. B. (Issac Baker), 1819-1858 (ed.) / The new lute of Zion: a collection of sacred music, designed for the use of congregations generally, but more especially the Methodist Episcopal Church
(c1856)

The music teacher,   pp. [III]-XXXVIII


Page XXIV

~Instructions for tlhe Singing School. 
0SWIFT WE GO.                                                     Sleighing
Glee.                               I.B WOOOS[TaY. 
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                                        -o- -- - -   -_ - 
.0      wf     '   ooe       lofe-c        nwWen moonbeams sparkle round,WVhen
hoofs keep time to       mu - sic'schime, As  mer   - rily  on  we  bound;
.    n   wit        gltweou       ersaeietAnd breath is        on   the 
wind, We loose the rein and sweep the plain, And   leave     our cares be
- hind 
,~ogw           ld    a -long       A - cross the  fleet-ing snow, With friends
be-side how swift we'll ride The  bean-ti - ful track be - low; 
Th       n   e     a   h    osfr me When gale and tempest roar; Bnt give
the speed of the         foaming steed, And I'll ask   for waves no   more;
_h _m                        . .  .                              s-   ----
     i--- ..                 ..       .. 
Aamrr         y   oa        eri fyon, as      mer-ri - ly   on we bound,
As     merri- ly on, as    muer - -ly on, as   mer -r - ly  on we bound.
_  -..               ...            .       _--                         
           -      _    -4-_ 
--M-                                      - _-1_     Z  4               
                                _.. .. . 
'Why, ishi why my heart this sadnes? Why, 'mid scenes like these decline
? Where all,tho' strange,is jo;" and gladnes,Say,what wish can yet he
thine ? 0 say,what wish can yet he thinoe 
~     - -    4a-z- .. 
All that's dear te me is wresting-  Lone ndchs'erl. s here I roam ; The stranger's
joys,howe'er enchanting,To me can nev'er belike home,  To me can never be
'ike home. 
.    ....Give me those, 1 ask no other-Those that b~lessc the humble dome
_Where dwell'mto_ father and my mother-Give  .... . .. .. ive mne hack my
home, Ms' oivn, my d,'ar~myvnative  ..home. 


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