he Harp
that once through Tara's Halls.'

Moore, in his _Irish Melodies_, calls the melody 'Gramachree.'

HAIL COLUMBIA (_M.C._ 13, _A.N._)

Mr. Elson (_National Music of America_) says that the music
was originally known as the 'President's March,' probably by
a German composer. The words were subsequently adapted to the
air by Dr. Joseph Hopkinson.

HARMONIOUS BLACKSMITH (_G.E._ 21)

From Handel's _Suite de Pieces pour le Clavecin_, Set I.

See p. 19.

HAS SHE THEN FAILED IN HER TRUTH (_N.N._ 49)

_Anon._ _H.R. Bishop._

And has she then failed in her truth,
The beautiful maid I adore?
Shall I never again hear her voice,
Nor see her lov'd form any more?

HEART OF OAK (_B.R._ 7, _E.D._ 12, _U.T._ 20, parody)

Words by _D. Garrick_. _W. Boyce._

It is important to notice that the correct title is as given,
and not '_Hearts_ of Oak.'

HELM A WEATHER, NOW LAY HER CLOSE (_O.M.F._)

See p. 133.

HOW DOTH THE LITTLE-- (_Ch._)
_Dr. Watts._

See p. 79.

I AM A FRIAR OF ORDERS GREY (_S.B.S._ 8) (_Out of Season_)

Words by _John O'Keefe_. _Wm. Reeve._

Appeared in _Merry Sherwood_, 1795.

I CARE NOT FOR SPRING

See p. 99.

I'D CROWNS RESIGN, TO CALL HER MINE (_D.C._ 25)

'Lass of Richmond Hill.'

Words by _L. MacNally_. _J. Hook._

I'd crowns resign, to call her mine,
Sweet lass of Richmond Hill.

For a long time there was a dispute between the partisans of
Surrey and Yorkshire as to which 'Richmond Hill' was referred
to. The former county was the favourite for a long time,
till a communication in _Notes and Queries_ (10th series
iii. p. 290) pulverized its hopes and definitely placed the
locality in Yorkshire.

IF I HAD A DONKEY (_O.C.S._ 27)

See p. 95.

IF YOU'LL COME TO THE BOWER (_O.M.F._)

See p. 134.

I'LL TELL THEE HOW THE MAIDEN WEPT (_O.M.F._)

See p. 133.

IN HURRY, POST HASTE FOR A LICENCE (_P.P._ 10)

See p. 90.

I SAW HER AT THE FANCY FAIR (_S.B.T._ 11)

I SAW THY SHOW IN YOUTHFUL PRIME (_O.C.S._ 27)

Moore's _Irish Melodies_, air 'Domhnall.'

I saw thy form in youthful prime,
Nor thought that pale decay
Would steal before the steps of time,
And waste its bloom away, Mary.

ISLE OF THE BRAVE AND LAND OF THE F