Part 4 — I’VE BEEN UPON THE BRINY DEEP.

A NEW SONG

COMPOSED AND RESPECTFULLY DEDICATED TO THE

WEST PHILADELPHIA MUSICAL CLUB,

BY CHARLES E. CATHRALL.

Entered according to act of Congress, in the Year 1846, by J. G. Osbourn, in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the Eastern District of Penn’s.

I’ve been upon the briny deep,

When the wind had died away,

And like an ocean god asleep,

Our bark majestic lay,

But

lovelier the varied scene,

The hill, the lake, the tree,

When bath’d in light of midnight’s Queen,

The land, the land for me,

The land, the land for me,

The land, the land for me,

The land, the land for me.

The glist’ning wave I’ve glided o’er,

When so gently blew the breeze;

But sweeter was the distant shore,

The zephyr ’mong the trees.

The murmur of the mountain rill,

The blossoms waving free,

The song of birds on ev’ry hill,

The land, the land for me.