WHEN THE HEART OF A MAN (_D.C._ 24, _O.M.F._ iii. 14)

Words by _Gay_ (_Beggar's Opera_). Set to a seventeenth-century air.

If the heart of a man is depressed with care, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears, Like the notes of a fiddle she sweetly, sweetly Raises our spirits and charms our ears.

WHEN THE STORMY WINDS (_D.C._ 21, _D. & S._ 23)

Words by _Campbell_, who may have taken them from an earlier source. See 'You Gentlemen of England.'

WHITE SAND (_L.D._ i. 32)

An old glee. See p. 106.

WHO Pa.s.sES BY THIS ROAD SO LATE (_L.D._ i. 1)

(Blandois' Song.)

Words by _C. d.i.c.kens_. _H.R.S. Dalton._

An old French children's singing game. d.i.c.kens' words are a literal translation. See _Eighty Singing Games_ (Kidson and Moffat).

WHO RAN TO CATCH ME WHEN I FELL (_O.C.S._ 38)

From Ann Taylor's nursery song 'My Mother.'

WIFE SHALL DANCE AND I WILL SING, SO MERRILY Pa.s.s THE DAY

From 'Begone, dull care' (q.v.).

WILL WATCH, THE BOLD SMUGGLER (_Out of Season_) _John Davy._

YANKEE DOODLE (_U.T._, _A.N._)

Mr. F. Kidson has traced this to 'A selection of Scotch, English, Irish, and Foreign Airs,' published in Glasgow by James Aird, c. 1775 or 1776.

YET LOV'D I AS MAN NE'ER LOVED (_O.C.S._ 50)

Words by _William Mee_. _Millard._

From 'Alice Gray.'

She's all my fancy painted her, She's lovely, she's divine, But her heart it is another's, It never can be mine.

Yet lov'd I as ne'er man loved, A love without decay, Oh my heart, my heart is breaking, For the love of _Alice Gray_!

'Alice Gray.' A ballad, sung by Miss Stephens, Miss Palon, and Miss Grant. Composed and inscribed to Mr. A. Pettet by Mrs. Philip Millard.

Published by A. Pettet, Hanway Street.

YOU GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND (_D. & S._ 23)

Old English Ballad.

A seventeenth-century song, the last line of each verse being 'When the stormy winds do blow.'

YOUNG LOVE LIVED ONCE (_S.B.S._ 20)

In _Sketches by Boz_ this sentence occurs:

'When we say a "shed" we do not mean the conservatory kind of building which, according to the old song, Love frequented when a young man.'

The song referred to is by T. Moore.

Young love lived once in a humble shed, Where roses breathing, And woodbines wreathing, Around the lattice their tendrils spread, As wild and sweet as the life he led.

It is one of the songs in _M.P., or The Blue-Stocking_, a comic opera in three acts.