Original edition, LA PALOMA EnglishVersion by H- MILLARD. VRADIER. Allegretto. ———_-, 3 na - die, No one. 7 de JaHa - bana val. ga. me Dios severed 10 lng a — go 2 — sali — fromHa- va_ na 3—~. —mehavis. to fa. lr si no fii yo az Magy at thee what fry Taft he - hind + \ — Tin-da gya-chi- manega as lla wi yw. — thereare man-y — dear-er to thee, I know, te —_——— sino tras mi que si se. fior to ite fate my Inart g must be re — signed, 4 te —S taf fa com ca - ri-fio quees mi per - so — na “Treat it with kind_ness, for my own thoughtstis bring -ing)____euen-ta- la tus a — mores hien de mi ‘Say thouwilt love it, ” close to thyheart oh! £ zee te co-To-na-la de flé-res queeseo.sa mi - oe Withflowisand ever more,love,ea - ress oi + que da.metua- mor ay! que ven-te con -mi.go chi-ni-ta _a-donde vi- vo id i nomore to roam But__say thoultfollow it dearest one ev-er Bento my mountain 2 3 £ ay! que da me tua. Bid it no more to La Paina 24-5.= que vente con - mi dhicni. ta a-dm.de vi - w say thou wilt "fol it dearest B'en to my moun-tain m3 & fim el cudri ~~ Ja te- ro tan de ~ ean - me, My heart is " long-ing for theelove for tau que los aus. tria.cos han re - ga ~ mi-o muy di. bu. ‘thee! Mysoul is sighing where’er I is longing for thee, for ey oe oF ajau yel pa. pe - Li. ti_co cer-ti_ fi. cm de que Ia guerra ha ter- thee. Fly with my lit tle doveo'er land and sea, Flywith it to ¥ ¥ 7 ba Fiom here can be sung an octave higher:nau contres 0 ~ ble-as me Johan mel Flywith my birdie oer land hd El dia que nos casemos Cuando el curita nos eche Cuando haya pasado tiempo Yalgame Dios La bendicion | ‘Valgame Dios! En Ja semana que hay ir En la iglesia catredal | De que estemos casaditos Me hace reir Alla voy yo | ‘Pues si seiior Desie la iglesia juntitos ‘Yo te daré Ja manita Lo menos tendremos siete Que si sefior Con mucho amor Y que furor! ‘Nos iremos & dormir Y el cura dos hisopazos 0 quince guachinanguitos = | “ann Si a tu ventana Uega & Sid tu ventana Heya & | Sia tu ventana Uega & 2a Verse. My dove it will murmur, Ne'er shall I love forget! Bach day I am thine, in gladness or in pains Oh,treat then with kindness, darling,my pretty pet, Tho'fate may decree we ne'er may meet agsin’ - Still from my heart a message of love “tis bearing; Still it will murmur, thou art each hope still sharing! Fondly it gently,think of our days of pleasure, Praise it so highly, better than gems or trecsure, Ahtmy darling, so dear. 1 Palomo 28-3.