IE ^ !£ LX ~>'<—* mm* i* ynm ^IH?lBl 555" 1 ■ ■ ^*; V. V _ .^ JfcV -^>l| illiWil: Sil rii nr Tl r&i l^D II !iP13 AlU/^vU II r^l 1 ' -;/ 1 It II iliii^j I iIMIt N till VJ<-' L2# V _J J L/.T A.I m. V/JLi V* A^| ^11} Vfrj Ms> ^-J Tl— ; A. M.. M*. lUgjpp^i ■ A>' ' " Class JEAim. Book- . C 89 '/. CYCLOPAEDIA M POPULAR SONGS, A COLLKCTImn (»F N EARL Y S I ■: V E N 1' E E X H U N PR E D Sentimental, National, ilabal, fflffilitarn, lofrial, Conut Sonns. ILLUSTRATED. LONDON: WILLI AM TEGG. 1866. <$ A v9 CONTENTS. Page A ::<>ulhcrly wind and a cloudy 10 A hamper of good liquor - - 24 A sailor's love is void of art - 33 A beggar l am and of low 36 <- fit-Ids, the other 3^ A soldier and a sailor once - ib. Adieu, mynatlve land, adieu! 3'.» Ah ! dark are the halls where \l ■ lia in her garden stray'd 4i ntlemail once I'd a train 47 Anxiety tor thee, love - - - 69 Ah ! fond foolish heart, beware 70 , with melancholy - - 7.; A bachelor leads an easy lif< Adieu! adieu! my native shore SI A boat danc*d on Clyde*! A Jew, they call'd him Isaac 86 <• to a maiden su A blacksmith you'll own, is »o 9> A nla»ue upon parsons and 101 A body may, in a simple way 109 A father's voice in threat'ni As a sailor's all one as a ,.m re 1U As I went down by yon blind 1>7 A wealthy *squire in Dors* t. uo As I \* ove, \v ii .i m an) on rare l >i Ah ! tell me ye swains, liai - loi e's the ruffled ie from her bos in b id i . Pag* An actor s a comical dog - - if 4 Anna, thy charms my bosom ib A blessing unknown to ib. Across the moor in straw-rooPd 166 A poor little boy with ids is? All must I l-.llen, say adieu - 1 75 Alone, long tedious hours I 176 Adored and beauteous Isabel 178 A dawn of hope in y soul revives A Bprlag, u'erhung with many ISO Away, away, ye notes of woe 197 As a poor donkey lay - - - 00 1 An angler's life his joys tor me ill A plague upon man, and his 216 A ver> little man, very how ib. As beautiful Kitty one morning 2i4 A British soldier is my dad - All! little blind boy, much too ib. All in the Downs the Reel was 230 Alt! where ran 11 y m> BOul's A little old woman was taken 239 Ah leach tl> As .1 beam ou the fare of the ib. Alone from arts and s< 1 A wanclerin . am I 244 Awake ! my dearest girl, An am 1 Ui Juno Am 1 stood by yon roofli And ai the news is II CONTENTS. Page Ah ! Chloris could I now but sit 2i9 A glass is good, and a lass is 267 A lady in fa i r Seville city - 268 A little boy, a Savoyard - - 269 At Wapping I landed, and 275 As Dennot toil'd one summer's 286 At dawn of day, when other 287 A maiden there lived in a 292 Ah! what avails the glittering- 294 Adieu to the village delights 297 A maiden once who lov'd in 302 A jolly fat friar lov'd liquor 304: Adieu, adieu, my only life! - 310 Ap Morgan was a Cambrian 311 And has he discharged the 312 At dawn I rose with jocund 31S As Cupid one day, full of frolic 319 A scholar one time, tho' I can't 323 As probation some marriage 333 At Boston one day as the 342 A lass that was laden with care 343 Ben Block was a vet'ran of 11 Bleak was the morn, when 14 By the side of a murmuring- 39 Behold the Britannia! how 46 Bacchus, come, thy vot'ry own 64 Be mine,dear inaid,my faithful 82 By the side o' a brig that stands 96 Bacchus, deity divine - - 109 By the big hill of Howth - - 121 Born at sea ai*d my cradle a 122 Ben Bowling, a true-hearted 124 Bold Jack the sailor here I ib. Blithe was the time when he 119 Bill the butcher axed his price 159 By that eye which eclipses the 161 Be it known to all those 163 Begone dull care, I pr'ythee 17T By the gaily circling glass - 193 Bound 'prentice to a waterman 222 Blylhe, blythe,and merry was 226 Belinda, see from yonder 237 Ben Backstay lov'd ihe gentle 246 By dimpled brook and fountain 255 By silver streams and tuneful 266 Banish grief, thou lovely 269 Ben Reef was courageous and 276 Blue Peter at the mast-head 283 Begone! your heart will fickle ib Brisk wine and lovely women 297 Brave Oakum, Mainbrace, 299 Brave sons of Hibernia your 3J0 Page By Fillan's wild and lonely 331 Banish sorrow, grief's a folly 337 Blooming Bacchus, ever young 348 Come listen to a whinning chant 4 Can wealth of friends thy heart 7 Come come, my jolly lads, the 8 Come, bustle, neighbour Sprig 25 Can any king be half so great? 29 Come, dearest charmer, bless 33 Come fill up a bumper, and let 40 Come my bonny love - - - 41 Churchwarden I've been — let 42 Come fill me a bumper my 43 Cease your funning - - - - 45 Come lay by your cares, and 47 Come now all ye social powers 50 Care, thou canker of our joys 51 Come, never seem to mind it 56 Comfort,damseI,why that sigh ? 90 Come, painter, with thy 91 Come,sbining forth,my dearest 93 Come away, come away, little 103 Come, jolly heart, before we 118 Cot splutter o'nails - - - - 122 Contented wi' little and cantie 133 Come, my boys, fill a bumper 137 Canst thou love thee, Mary - 143 Christians are so good they say 14* Come, thou rosy, dimpled boy 152 Calm the winds — the distant 190 Come listen to a seaman's ditty 194 Calmly sleeps the cottage 212 Come,listen awhile to my story 213 Cominthro' the rye, poorbody 223 Could worth and beauty shake 224 Come, Jolly Bacchus, god of 227 Charge your glasses, fill them 256 Come,siniling May,in garlands 275 Come ye happy village maids 276 Come, none of your nonsense, 282 Crown me, Bacchus, mighty 327 Deluded swain, the pleasure 43 Drink to me only with thine 59 DearMarian,meekey'd placid 68 Deep in a vale a cottage stood 76 Down in yon village I live so 103 Did you ever hear of Captain ib. Dicky Turf was the son of a 106 DaineDurden kept five serving 112 Dear boy, throw that icicle 118 Dear Nancy, I've sail'd the 1C& con rKNTS n in tin- qui. >, tell me hai e • bmwn jug, mm il me ? I ciu- be after be! Dear is the blush of early li. | I ■ Dear object of ANefealed car* »*a with life in tatters - 1 Encompassed in an aim el's Fre around the hnge oak that 1 J9 , pretty young miss, with \U> Eliza was the loveliest maul Fly swift, ye zephyrs - - - I : ale --.]o Farewell to Old England, thy 17 Fair Ellen like a lily prew - 19 Full bags, a iresh bottle, and 20 Fly swiftly, ye moments - : Brighton two Paddies 4i First when Maggy was my care 4S Farewell thou coast of glory 63 Far, far from me my lover flies 9s Folks for the days may grieve 119 Fill the bowl with streams of ISO Fill high the bowl, an ample 1 H Far remov'd from noise and From the white blossom'd sloe 15S Fair Sally, once the village 181 Fancy dipp'd her pen in dew 189 Farewell ! in despair - - - 196 From great Londonderry to 217 For England when, with - - 221 Farewell, ye dungeons dark 23.3 Farmers Marco and Pedro 251 from thee, Eliza, I must go 259 Farewell, thou fair day, thou 279 Fairest maiden.ope thine eyes 299 Fare thee well, ami if for ever 316 Fill me a bowl, a mighty bowl 31S Fly Care to the winds, thus I 324 Farewell to Nortbmaven - - 326 Fierce the bloody battle raging 341 Gin a body meet a body 15 Give Isaac the nymph who no 30 Gloomy winter's now awa - 72 ; rge Barnwell stood at the 75 Good nature puts each heart 80 (iive me my love before we 143 in Britain is t i Gentle woman ! i . Give metfce lass with ■ lande< 6o bi ei eh to me ■ pint o* win«- Give ine the friend, should Hope told a flattering tale - is- Hark echo, sweet echo, repeat How sweet in the woodlands, $4 How stands the glass around c se Hark! t lie toad-taming horn - j; Here awa, there awa, wandering jt Hark forward ! ye sluu-ards 40 Here's the bower she 1 >v"d 1 Heigho! Heigho! my love! - 57 Here a sheer hulk lies poor 69 He that will not merry merry 7£ Happy is the peasant's lot - 74. How great is the pleasure, how 74 Mere's the bottle she loved so 147 How happy a state does the 147 Here's to thee, my boy, my 152 He was fam'd for deeds of 193 Hark! the hollow woods "201 Hark away, my brave boys, 207 Hark away! hark away ! - - 214 How sweet are the flowers ,\ How fleet are the hours so 243 Haste, hasie. my companions, 251 How bright are the joys of the 272 How happy my days ere my 291 Had I the tun which Bacchus 294 Hark away ! the loud horn 296 Had I a heart for falsehood 298 How pleasant the banks of the 30^ Her cheek for ever smiling - 206 Had I a cave on some wild 313 How sweet this lone vale^and 314 Hark, gentle Jane, the 815 I'll tell you, my hearties, a 7 I'm a dapper little shaver - 9 I saw a poor seaman, his 12 I am call'd Honest Ben, but 15 I locked up all my treasure 17 In an old leathern parse a true IS I saw thee weep— the big 19 Joy once whisper'd to my 20 I was the boy for bewitching _ 1 In this lottery of life should I winna marry ony man but CONTENTS. Page In storms when clouds obscure .v> 1 bae a wife o' my ciin - - - 39 1 loved a maid ----- 42 In .'i little blue garment, all 46 If any so wise is, that sack he 47 1 wandered once, at break of 56 Is there a heart that never f>* I lost my poor mother - - - eu .lack Ratlm was the ablest 62 I've loved so many a maiden. 64 I'm wearing- awa, Jean - - 66 In Chester town a man there 66 It is not that my lot is low - 6S In ev'ry fertile valley - - - 69 In that cottage my father long- 71 I danc'd on the green when 72 It blew great guns, when 78 I leave my heart wi' thee, my 83 Julia told me when we parted 85 I'm Simon Bore, just come 8T Jack Steadfast and I were ib. I was Dunois the young and 96 I've kiss'd and I've prattled to loo I have a silent sorrow here - ib. Jane was a Woodman's ib. I am a cobler bold - - - - log It was a Friar of orders grey 111 I've seen the smiling of fortune 117 Jolly health springs aloft to 119 In wine there is all in this life 120 I've oft of magic read - - - 122 In England, they tell us, - 123 I knew by the smoke that so 126 I am a Friar of orders grey 128 I'll give thee, poor Bob, 132 In the course of my life I 138 In vain to forget the fair 139 I've travel I'd afar from my 140 In each calling and each trade 146 In Ireland so frisky, with 152 If in France your way you'd 160 I'm parish clerk and sexton 166 I sail'd in the good ship the 1G8 If wine and music have the 170 I'm a merry little Tar - - - 172 In describing a woman each ib. In a sweet flowery vale, near 173 If ever a sailor was fond of 180 If after death I shall ever 187 I love, but I dare not say who 189 Inspired by so grateful a duty 192 In my cottage near a wood - 194 I know a clear and lovely spot 196 1 Page If you'd travel the wide world 207 I married a wife ----- 210 If you think it will make you 211 If the good old maxim's true 220 In the smiling- morn of Spring 229 In the downhill of life, when 239 I'm Cupid, the boy, the lovely 242 If heaven, its blessings to 245 I saw the virtuous man ib. Jack came home his pockets 258 in April when primroses 260 I married a wife, and avIio 26£ Indeed my simple tale is true 263 John Appleby was a man's 264 I love a lass from Clwyd's ib. I had a horse, and I had nae 27i Jack Jigger, a curious and 28U I gaed a waefu' gate yestreen 290 \ sail'd from the Downs in the ib. la Bunhill Row there lived a 306 In former times, dear Wit was 308 If a daughter you have she's 314 In sight of port, the Mind blew ib. 1'ze a countryman, just come 322 I sing of a war set on foot for 329 In vain fond youth— thy tears 3-23 In the world's crooked path 344 Kathelin sat all alone - - - 7? King Solomon, that wise 270 Keen blaws the win' o'er the 218 Let bards elate ----- 2 L10 ! when the showers ib. Love and whiskey both - - 6 Let gay ones and great - - 21 Love wakes and weeps - - 27 Life's like a ship in constant 40 Let poets sound the high-flown 50 Love no more my heart ib. Loud roar'd the dreadful 61 Let the waiter bring clean 64 Love, enchanting source of ib. Loud and chill was the blast 68 Last week I took a wife - - 71 Let lovers sing of roses sweet 73 Let ambition fire thy mind - 84; Little thinks the townsman's So* Let's home, my brave boys, to 90 Laughing Cupids, bring me 112 Leave off your foolish prating- 134 Love's flowery fetters weaving 136 Let's be jovial, fill our glasses 142 ii<-i ■■> breal lit dear I Lucy dear! \\ai Lei rot* par land t now - - Let i Last May a braw wooer can. \ blind, they say - - Let tin in boast of the counU . loose every sail to the 20*\ 's a plague by night am \ ery bard attune his lyre 834 : 1 am as jolly a fellow- Let fame sound the trumpet, 966 Loud Bcowl'd the wind across 269 Luck in life, or good or bad Love's like a mutton chop - 307 Let misers prize their heaps ib. Luff, luff, my lads ! the gale Let the slave of ambition and 317 My ship's my house, my home, S Mary, I believe thee true - ib. My thoughts delight to wander 81 Miss Wigley her lover called 45 My father he left me a snug 49 My grandsire beat a drum so 53 Merry Proteus of old, as by 54 My Peggy is a young- thing - 58 Miss Molly Wilkins was a lass 60 March to the battle-nVId - - 67 My lodging is in Leather Lane 79 My Nancy leaves the rural S4 My dr.ddy is n canker'd carle 93 My subject is light, but I beg 115 Merry gipsies all are we - - 121 My lodging is on the cold 1-26 Mary once had lovers two - 127 My steeds have to the stable 128 My lassie is lovely as May-day 134 Mrs Fanny, you may chatter 135 My Colin leaves tair London 141 My bonny Bell, come, live My light of life! ah, tell ine 154 My name's Justice Quorum, 163 Miss Margery Muggins, she i«5 Mister Siinpkin liv'd at Leeds 179 My dad was .asleep in his old ib. Mrs. Waddle was a widow, 189 My heart with love is beating 19S Mat Madge, the sexton of our 214 My « - so pretty - 21S My Highland home, where M i . I My tempi* b « itta My mornin praj My peace of mind's ruined Mary lov'd an honest tailor - 267 Melodious Orpheu My heart is ;i*> honest and Madam, you know my trade My Fanny, I love I lice, when Mark with what grace the Man's life is but vain ; for *ti My country's voice, dear My dear little girl, shall I 301 Mr. Peter Snout was invited Mayhap you may think I'm in 33 i Now the rage of battle ended 5 No more by sorrow chaced, 70 Near where Old Thames, in 83 Now, gentlemen, my box is 91 No more I'll court the town 157 Near yonder cottage on the 167 Now mounted, soho, away let 1S2 Now rosy May comes in wi' 196 Now I'll whistle, now I'll sing 200 No more let mirth my bosom 217 Ned Nappy was a hatter, and 325 Our sheep-shearing over, 3 Our ship in port, our anchor ib. Oh, father had a jolly knack 16 Oh the days when I was young 17 O, what is Munchausen to me? 19 O'er the plain and cross the 22 Our country is our ship, d'ye 28 O! life is like a summer flower SI Oh! slumber, my darling, thy ib. On the lake of Killarney I first 39 Of all the girls that are so 50 Oh! say not woman's love is f>> Oh ! dear, I am a Jew - - - 63 One night my sweetheart came 66 O merry may the maid be - 67 Oh, the land ot sweet Erin's 77 Oh, think on my fate! once I 81 O'er the lawns, up the hills, as S4 Oh dear, oh dear, good S5 Oh, never doubt my love, thy ib. One night the north wind 89 O! 'tis love! 'tis love! 'tis love 91 O. are ye sleepin', Maggie I - 99 Od's blood, what a time for a 99 CONTENTS. Page Oh! blue were the mountains lio On a discovery north about - 113 Once friends I had, but, ah! 114 Oh, have you seen the blushing- 115 O keii >e what Meg oj the ilf, Once as merry as the lark - 117 On Old England's blest shore 121 Oh! long life to the girls that 12? Oh money! thou master of all 130 oh! what can compare with 131 Of all the world's enjoyments 133 O'er the furze-covered 134 Once more Vat return'd to 135 Oh ! turn those dear, dear eyes 143 Oh ! did you ne'er hear of Kate 144 Of all the sports and pastimes HS Of friendship I have heard 169 One evening of late young i?f; One morning in the month of 171 O! share my cottage, dearest 174 O fair rose the morning', the 181 One day as I was walking - 1S6 Oh, look from thy lattice, my is? On Belviilera's bosom lying 188 O yes, believe, believe me true 199 O, my luve's like a red, red 20i Of all the lives that e'er was 214 O, day of victory ! loud and 225 O Nannie, wilt thou gang wi' 226 •Over port, pipe, or snuff-box, 226 O'er Nelson's tomb, with silent 228 O, happy, lowly, -shepherd-boy 231 Oh ! why dost thou shiver and 232 One night caw e on a hurricane 241 O wha is she that lo'es me - 244 O, Marian, the merry, who 252 Old father Antic— the law - 253 O you, whose lives on land are 257 O summer, thy presence gives ib. Oh, snatched away in beauty's 270 O'er yon tomb in the valley 272 Oh ! sing sweet bird, from that 27S Och love is the soul of a nate 2S4 Oh ! a petticoat, honey's, an 28? One day I heard Mary say - 290 j Oh! roses are sweet on the 305, Oh! twine a wreath of 310; Old merry Tom Brag scorned 315 | Once the gods of the Greeks ib. \ Oh, bring me wine, bright 3iS Of all nations under the sun 319 Ot all the words in Lexicon 324 Of all sorte of drops, drooping 327 ! Of wine, ot rosy wine around One day, Madam Nature was 33H Oh! take this rose and let it 339 O weel may the boatie row 341 Peaceful slumb'ring on the 7 Pale laces stand by - - - - 20 Proud woman I scorn you, 23 Pat fell sick on a time, and 104 Paddy loves a shamrock - - 119 Poll, dang it how d'ye do - - 138 Poor Joe, the miller, lov'd 147 Physicians may talk of our ills 150 Primroses deck the bank's 162 Phillis amorous, yes, but 176 Poor negro say one ting you 17T Poor Joe the marine, was at 191 Pretty little damsels, how 21.5 Push about the brisk bowl, 247 Queer sayings long in folks' 131 Kail no more ye learned asses 150 Rudderless,iny shattered bark 253 Sure woman's to be pitied 6 Swiftly from the mountain's IS Shepherds, I have lost my love 23 Scots, 'wha hae wP \\ allacc 33 Stranger think me not too bold 35 Sons of freedom hear my story 37 Sweet is the .ship that's under 41 Slow broke the light, and 52 Sweet is iife, when love 52 Strew strew with roses - - 53 Saint Patrick was a gentleman 59 Since every minute we're 61 Sam Splice'em, d'ye mind me 63 She is a winsome wee thing - 66 Still the lark finds repose - S3 Sair, sair was my heart, when 94 Sure never a lad -ov'd like - 94 Since, Jack, tl.oa art a 109 Say, cruel Ir.j, pretty rake 132 Sat out one eve, with intention 137 Suppose f was a country boy 14! Sit ye down here, my cronies, 150 Sweet maid! I hear thy 153 Still, still this ardent bosom ib. Sir Marmaduke was a hearty 154 Some have traversed the 103 Sam Steel is my name, and a 1S4 Sew up the hammock ! Death 188 COOT BNT8. iv i The glasses sparkle on the e u|) to London, ■ joj The summer pile tha' justly famed in gallant 209 The old shepherd*! dog like - 111 I be i v i> uukenoePd— the - Sadlyjiat a weeping maiden 216 The heather was blooming, - Ben the rosy mora appearing 219 1 The morning breaks - - - said a Smile to i Tear, on • 899 Tom starboard was a lover - - - 245 t< lis me with claret she 255 257 Page 56 5T 60 66 ib. is deemed a Since love is the plan - - Spirit of my sainted >ire - - 869 Should auld acquaintance be Sigh not for love, if >ou wish 2S2 - BUa to her love, - - - 283 ie poets sin? of n< ught but 302 Since freedom first dawn'd in 303 Spanking Jack was so comely, 307 Sandy Grey was a bit of a • 303 Since Dick and Nell were - 309 Sunday got floored in groggy 313 Stay, gentle lady, hear my - 315 Slow spreads the gloom my - 330 Sweet fa's the eve on Craig ie ib. Some say topers should never 337 Sure I am a Hebrew man - 339 Sly renard sneak'd out from The sun in the west fa's to The decks were clear'd, the 89 Though dimpled cheeks may 86 Tho' a barber 1 am not asham'd 88 The du>>ky night rides down - 90 The woodman's life, tho' - - ib. Tom Steady own'd each bland 92 The sparkling liquor fills the 93 Tom Tackle was noble, wa* - 96 Two clowns once disagreed - ib. Tom Noddy one day - - - 97 Tho' prudence may press me 98 The sapling oak lost in the - 101 The lass of Paty's mill - - - ib. Thinks I to myself, thinks I - 108 The hunters are up. and the 104 Three happy years had Ben 105 The worm that crawls about 106 There's braw braw lads on - 107 o46 The dauntless sailor leaves his 110 The hour is come for us to - ill The mountain maid from her 2, 'Tis said we vent'rous - - - 113 Tell me my heart, why morning 8 The small birds rejoice in the 117 4 Tom Transom a seaman sound 125 5 Twas at Stepney-church I was 136 6 Tom Jenkins was known as a 139 7 The father of Nancy a forester 140 12 Though pity I cannot deny - 142 13 *Tis the last rose of summer 144 14 Their groves o' sweet myrtle 149 Tis woman that seduces all - 2?, To be sure 1 don't love in my 151 The silver moon, that shines 23, The woodland maid, my - - 154 The mighty conqu'ror of hearts 24 J The moon had climb'd the - 156 There's a dear little plant that ib. ! The hour is come that we - 15S Tell me, where is fancy bred 27 'Twas I learnt a pretty song 159 The sun gaes down the westlin ib. There was a man tho' its not 160 Taste, oh tasle, this >picy wine 29 The frozen streets in - - - 165 Time has not thiun'd my - - 30 The sun when arising, - - - 168 The sweet rosy morning peeps ib. ! The tar on the ocean, true - 169 The man that is drunk is void 32 The moon on the ocean was 171 'Twas in the good ship Rover 33 Twas in the evening of a - 172 There was an Irish lad - - 34 The setting sun resplendent 173 The sultry day it wears away 43 Though hard the valiant - - 174 The kye are rowting in the - 52 The spruce David Day - - 178 Though love is warm awhile - 54 The shepherds call me little 181 The winds whistle cold - - 55 The wealth of Gyges I despise 183 Then farewell, my trim-built The kiss, dear maid, thy iips Though mountains high the - The >ea was rough, the clouds There is an old man ' - - The wind was hush'd, the 'Twas night, when the bell - CONTENTS. Page The tear that penrled my - 186 Though some praise a single 190 Transporting- charmer of my ib. The streamlet that HowM - 191 'Twas one morn, when die - 192 Through every place I rove 195 That lash was kind, it reach'd 197 Though oft we meet severe ib. The net-work stowed with - 199 The parent oak its stately head 200 The wind bine fresh and fair ib. There is a spot where 1 love 201 To a village that skirted the 202 To get often tipsey is wrong-, 203 Though the storm has come 209 The morn in russet mantle clad 210 The hardy sailor braves the 213 This is no mine ain lassie - 220 Thou art not false, but thou 225 The sea was smooth, the winds 231 To Eden's bowers, those lovely 234 Together let us rang-e the fields 236 The ills of life in vain assail 240 To ask would you come for to 241 Tom Tack was the shipmate 243 To be gazing on those charms 245 The hardy sailor, glory's son 246 To heal a wound a bee had ib. The signal to engage shall be 248 The boatswain calls, the wind ib. The bard strikes his harp the 249 Though thy eye, love, be bright 256 The rose of the loves - - - 257 The smiling morn, the - - - 259 'Twas summer, and Sol in hi* 261 The wind blew a blast from ib. The fleeting joys of love - - 263 The silver moon, that shines 265 The rose of the valley in - ib. Though grandeur and wealth ib. The season's in for partridges 266 There's auhl Rob Morris that 271 To Mary's sad story, give ear, 273 The men, my dear Mam, tho' 274 Tho' Greece all the arts once 277 'Tis for bread, 'tis for life, - 278 The wind was hushed, the - 279 The soldier knows that every ib. The lass of Patie's mill - - 281 The topsails shiver in the wind 285 There was an ancient fair, and 28S 'Twas on the beach, as sailors 2S9 The early horn salutes the - 293 Pa* Through life 'tis my maxim to 994 To her daughter, t'other daj There is a land amidst the '- 295 Tom Truelove woo'd tho - The waves were hushed, the The bards, weVe told, in - - 301 The white man come, and - 303 The city belle, bedecked so - 312 'Twas within a mile of - - il>. The sun from the east tips the 317 Tarry woo, O tarry woo - - 319 The night has fled, the morning 320 The maiden I love is the theme ib. The Lawland lads think they 323 'Tis not your beauty nor your 325 To Davy Jones old dad was 328 The women all tell me I'm - 331 To Bacchus, dear Bacchus, an 339 The spruce Mr. Clark - - - S.U Though we are placed some 335 There Iiv'd a man in - - - 336 The courage of true British - ib. The deilcam fiddling thro' the 341 Tell me, tell me, charming - 342 'Twas barber Tom one day - 344 The sly peeping dawn from S45 This is the tall and stately - 347 The spaniels uncoupl'd, dash 348 Upon the plains of Flanders - 105 Verily, ah! how my heart - 136 Von Villiam Vicks, as I've - 1S3 Vulcan, contrive ine such a . - 346 When we two parted - - - 1 When in the storm on Albion's 9 When first you courted me, I ib. While larks with little win^ - 11 When Vulcan forg'd the bolts 12 When daisies pied and violets 13 When the anchor is weigh'd, IS When first young Henry on the 2(> When we dwell on the lips of 21 Weep, Emmelina, weep - - 23 While 1 hang on your bosom 27 Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed 28 When first 1 took Teresa - - ib. Will you come to the bow'r I 30 When a pretty little boy - - 31 With steady ray the cold - 34 When I behold that angel face 36 What is it that drives the red 46 Woman, tfcotlf htless, g iddy - 48 W ben I was a yoanker, ami i t> . Wine, wine in the morning' - 51 'Would you know, pretty Nan, lb, While pensive 1 thought on - 53 What a plague's a lammer - 54 Whate'er my fate where er I 55 When I drain the rosy bowl - 58 Where Lowestoft 7 waves iti - ib. While o'er thy cheeks, - - 65 When Arthur first in court - 74 When Kosie was faithful, how 78 M hat ails this heart o' mine ? 79 With study to fill up our - - in. While I have my bottle, I'll - ib. \\ hen at home with dad - - 80 Where shall I go to seek repose Sj A\ hy how now. Madam Flirt 87 When whistling winds are - 96 When the leaves had deserted 99 When the morn stands on - - 107 When I cast my eyes round 10S With a dozen thirteeners in a 109 When little ow the village - ill When Bibo thought fit from - ib. When I hang on your bosom 116 Whene'er this said Walter - ib. When John and me were - US When war was heard, and - 121 When first to Helen's lute - 123 Where is Ellen, rural beauty ? 125 Who can suspect sweetMarian'sl41 When [ was a boy, and a - 144 When the bleak northern blast 145 When first I was married to 153 When Jack parted from me 156 When first this humble roof I 157 When first I saw Flora, so - 158 When Phoebus wakes the rosy 161 A\ hen 'tis night and the - - 170 When the north blast roars - 175 We bipeds, made up of trail 1S4 What cheer, my dear girl, - 185 Whether sailor or not, for a 191 When in death I shall quiet be 203 Wilt thou be my dearie ? - - 205 Who is't increases two-tailed ib. When absent from the nymph 206 Wherever I'm going, and all 208 When a very little boy - - 20S What is love? an idle passion 209 When my money was gone - 210 %\ hen on board our trim vessel 219 CONTENTS. Water parted rrom the When Meerweli heard When war had brok*- in on - Where braving angry winter*! Where are thejoyi I have - \\ by what's that to you, if my With haplett tears and - - When young, l sung - - - Woman's fate is Mill - - - What art thou death, that I What should fire a Briton's - What can a young lassie, what When our Mayor, Lord bless What matters, Tom, to where Would you hear a sad slory of What argufies pride and - - When first infant Liberty dropt When larks forsake the flow'ry \\ hen storms are sunk to rest We meet no more, Oh! think When youth his fairy reign - When 1 gazed on a beautiful Were I oblig'd to beg- my When mighty roast beef was With the lark I rise at morn What can man with woman do AVith horns and with hounds I Welcome, fair ladies, who When lime first began - - When the widow and orphan When first love came to dwell William and Jonathan came When I was a boy in my - - Why should we, the days of - When I was a younker, says When first he left his native When the forehead of Phoebus While with health on one hand What Cato advises most - - When faithful lovers meet When the bee at eve reposes Willy was a wanton wag - - When in Avar on the ocean we William and Anne were lovers What is life ? a fickle ocean ! IX I ■ 228 233 ib. 237 239 il). 242 244 247 255 260 266 267 26S 270 272 284 285 287 293 294 296 297 300 305 ib. 309 310 311 316 317 326 ib. 334 335 338 ib. 310 ib. 344 346 Young Colin rose at break of 13 You ask me the life of a tar - 16 Ye topers all drink to the soul 38 Ye gallants bright, 1 redd you 34 Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, 71 ntlemen of England - 7i Young Love flew to the - 77 CONTENTS. Ye flowery brinks o" bonnie - id: Ye Londoners all, though so - i^j You tell me, dear girl, that - 126 Ye fox-lmnters bold in the Ye wealthy and proud, while l»;> Ye brave jolly sportsmen, who us Your landsmen's wives, with 155 Ye mortals, whom Trouble and ib. Young Henry was as brave a 16S Young" Jemmy's ganging after 176 You've heard of a frog in an 171 Young Love liv'd once in an 1<> Young Richard was a peasant 241 Ye sons of Hiboruia, who snug 249 Young Donald is the bly In-i Ye British patriot* whose - - 277 Young Simon late ospous'd - 300 Ye banks and braes, and - - SOI You may talk about singing - 306 You all knew Tom Moody, - 321 Ye sportsmen draw near, and ib. Ye winds and ye waves, bear b28 Zelia on her lute was playing- 59 Zeno, Plato, Aristotle - - - 347 TOASTS AND SENTIMENTS. The King. The Duke of Clarence. May the whole universe be in- corporated in one city, and every inhabitant be presented with the freedom. May the lamp of friendship be lighted with the oil of since- rity. May difference of opinion never divide friendship. Love without licentiousness, and pleasure without excess. Hay the hearts of our sous be honest and brave, and our daughters modest and pure. May the growth of the Rose, Thistle, and Shamrock, never be prevented by the Fleur de Lis. A cobweb pair of breeches, a por- cupine saddle, a hard trotting horse, and a long journey, to the enemies of Britain. All Fortune's daughters except the eldest — Mis-fortune. Envy in an air-pump without a passage to breathe through. When we watch in a calm, may we be always prepared for a storm. Love in a cottage, and envy ta none. A speedy export to all the ene- mies of Britain, without a drawback. Annihilation to the trade of cor- ruption. Addition to our trade, multiplica- tion to our fnanufactories, sub- straction to taxes, and reduc- tion to places and pensions. The gallant huntsman, that plunges into the deep in pursuit of his game. Charms to strike the sight, and merit to win the heart. A Venus born from Ocean's bed — Britannia.. May British virtue shine when every other light is out. Constancy in love, and sincerity in friendship. The jolly sportsman that enters the covert without being bit by the fox. TO 18T8 AM) M.N I IMI.N I >. a, ami virtue m ithout i' i _ rit. 9eauty*l best companion — - Mo- ty. ton be preserved, the trial by jury maintained, ami the liberty <>f the pre** be secured to the latest posterity. 1 he fox's brush over the thatched ta\ nn. May the tree of liberty flourish round the (lobe, ami every human being partake fruits. Good luck till we are tired of it. A broadside of comfort to every distressed seaman. May we always run the game breast high. Artless love, and disinterested friendship. May the horns of a buck never disgrace the sportsman's brow. Britain's pride and the worlds wonder — The Navy. Here's to the mouth that can keep a secret. All that love can give and sensi- bility enjoy. The heart that can feel for an- other. Grape-shot to our friends, and Chain-shot to our enemies. May care be a stranger to every honest heart. May our friends always possess the three H's— Health, Ho- nour, and Happiness. Success to the fair for manning the Navy. May the bark of friendship never founder on the rock of deceit. Harmony all over the world. May the journey through life be as sweet as it is short. May the hinges of friendship never rust. May we never want courage when put to the shift. A speedy union to every lad and lass. The nnconq Britain, Us champions. May the i>i dshtp never be nipi by t , disappointment. May ire m I andi-d on Cm koid*f l'<>int. Friendship la marble, animosity in dust. Days ol .! nights of plea- sure. May we always be bomb-proof against villany. May the wealth of rogues de\ • ui honest men. When wine enlivens the heart, may friendship surround the table. May the villain who robs my daugh- ter of her virtue outlive every friend. May the rich be charitable, and the poor grateful. May the wings of Love never lose a feather. May we never want a bait when we fish for content. Old wine and young women. May the streams or rapture meet each other, and seize life in the middle current. May our injuries be written in ■and and our friendships in marble. The love of liberty, and the li- berty of love. A friend and a bottle to give him. A British Seaman's toast — success to every young cock-boat who ventures on the ocean in de- fence of Great Britain. May friendship smile in our cups, and content on our loves. A round dozen to all pirates. May the friendly bosom never want a friend. To the memory of all brave sol- diers who fall in defence of their country. When honour is to be decided by the sword, may it never find its way to the heart. Our absent friends. ttt TOASTS AND All ships at sea. May all honest souls find a friend in need. Church and Kins:. Britons in unity, and unity in Bri- tain. May friendship, love, and truth, unite. Caledonia; may it ever be the abode of freedom and the birth-place of heroes. A speedy restoration of the rights of the people to a fair and equal representation m par- liament. May ue be friendly and social to all mankind. All the honest reformers of our country. Captain Broke, and may the fate of the Chesapeake ever hum- ble the pride of the Yankees. May we never see an old friend with a new face. Girls for Sailors, and Sailors well stored for Girls. Health, rhino, and a snug birth, to every British Tar. M.iy he that turns his back on his friends, fall into the hands of his enemies. In the voyage of life, may content be our cabin passenger. May our thoughts never mislead our judgment. A head to earn, and a heart to spend. All tails but tell-tales. Desire and ability to do good. Emulation in virtuous breasts. SENTIMENTS. Good trade and well paid. Equal punishment tc. the ragged rascal and the rii'h villain. Humanity in prosperity, and for titmle in distress. Here's life dainty dressed wita the sweet sauce of kisses. From discord may harmony arise. The ladies. (io!d to every lad distressed by misfortune's leaden hand. Health, happiness, riches, and a goml wife. Protection and provision to the industrious. May those who are first in sway be first in virtue. Politeness without affectation, and plain dealing without rude- ness. Oblivion to party rage. Paddy O'filarney's toast— Arrali, may we live all the days of our lives. Poverty always at the rear, and hope and power ready to assist. May the coward never wear a red coat, nor the hypocrite a black one. Religion without priestcraft, and politics without party. Sprighthness in youth, stability m manhood, and serenity in old age The complaisant door that open? before you knock. The man that feels for sorrows not his own. The beginning- and end of love. CYCLOPAEDIA POPULAR SONUS. THE SHIPWRECKED TAR. ESCAP'D with lite in tatters, Behold me safe on shore. Such trifles little matters, I'll toon get tops galore; lor Poll swore, when we parted, No chance her faith would jar, And Poll\ too tender-hearted, To slight a shipwreckM tar. T 3 Poll his course straight steering- He hastens oi\ apace, Poor Jack can't get a hearing — She never saw his face ; From Megg, and Doll, and Kitty, Relief was just as tar, Not one had the least pity For a poor shipwreckM tar. This, "whom he thought love's needle, Now his sad misery mocks; That wants to find the beadle To set him in the stocks; CryM, tlii* is hard dealing, The elements at war. Than these had kinder feeling, They savM a shipwrecked tar. But all their taunts and fetches A judgment are to me, I, for these hardenM wretches, Dear Nancy, slighted thee; But see, poor Tray assails me, His mistress is u i far, He wags his tail and hails me, Though a poor shipwrecked tar. Twas faithful love that brought him, A lesson for mankind ; Tisoue,cry'd I, I taught him, For cm ins constant mind Thy image dear was graven. And now removM each bar My arms shall be the haven For my poor shipwreckM tar. Heav'n and my lov^ reward thep, I'm shipwreckM, but I'm rich; And shall with pride regard thee, Thy love shall so bewitch. With wonder, each fond fancy, That children near and far, Shall lisp the name of Nancy. That savM tne shipwreckM tar WHEN WE TWO PARTED IN SILENCE AND TEARS. WHEN we two parted, In silence and tears, Half broken hearted. To sever for year-, Pale grew thy cheek, and cold Colder thy kiss ! Truly Ihat hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning Sunk chill on in) brow Itfe.t like the warning Of what I leel now. Thy vowi are all hi-. k«-n Ami light is thy fan e, I hear thy name sp. k< u, And share in its shnne. They name thee before me A knell to mine a\ ; A shudder comes o'er me — \\ hy wert thou so dear? They kii.w not 1 know ihec, \\ ho knew thee too well!* Long, long shall I rue thre Too deeply to tell. POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. In secret we met, in silence I grieve, That my heart would forget, Thy spirit deceive ! It I should meet thee After long- years, How should I greet thee ? With silence and tears ! THE MOUNTAIN MAID. THE mountain maid from her bower has hied, And sped to the glassy river's side, \\ here the radiant moon shone clear and bright, And the willows wav'd in the sil- ver light. On a mossy bank lay a shepherd swain, He woke his pipe to a tuneful strain, And so blithely gay were the notes he play'd, That he cbarm'd the ear of the Mountain Maid. She stopp'd, with timid fear op- pressed, While a soft sigh, swells her gentle breast, He caught her glance, and mark'd her sigh, And triumph laugh'd in his spark- ling eye. Bo softly sweet was his tuneful ditty, He charm'd her tender soul to pity, And so blithely gay were the notes he play'd, That he gain'd the heart of the Mountain Maid. PEGGY PERKINS. LET bards elate, Of Sue and Kate, And Moggy take their fill O, And pleas'd rehearse, In jingling ver3e, The lass of Richmond Hill : A lass more bright, My am'rous flight, 1 Impell'd by love's fond workings. Shall loudly sing, I Like any thing, 'Tis charming Peggy Perkins Some men compare, The lav'rite fair, To ev'ry thing in nature: Her eyes divine, Are suns that shine, And so oji with each feature:— Leave, leave, ye fools, These hackney'd rules, And all such subtle quirking^, Sun, moon, and stars, Are all a farce, Compar'd to Peggy Perkins. Each twanging dart. That through iny heart, From Cupid's bow has inorric'd, A\ ere it a tree. W hy I should be, For all the world a forest. Five hundred fops, \\ illi shrugs and hops, And leers, and smiles, and ?mir&- ings, Most willing she, WouM leave tor me, O what a Peggy Perkins! THE LILY AND ZEPHYR. A DUET. LO ! when the showers descending Weigh the lily's erest, How its frail cup, bending, Seems with woe oppressed! Drops on drops assail her, Whelm each lucid leaf; The pale flower grows yet paler, Lost in hopeless grief. Zephyr, lightly sweeping O'er the blooming plain, Spies that lilv weeping-, Newly washed with rain! Fondly bends lie o'er it, Blowing drops away, With a kiss restores it, Lady of the May ! POPULAR AND C HO'.' TELL ME M^ HEART. TELL me my heait, uhy morning pria i ka like the fading i \\ by tin- gay larks v< l. stiaJcuime, Shall tell, shall tell, the soul to I Tht 1 1 ■ .ins to say. Ah! hapless maid, your love's ;avay. Tell me my heart, v hy summer's glow, A wintry day lo-uile ; \\ hy Mora's beauties seem to blow, .Ami lading nature smiles, zephyr whispers in my ear, Ah! happy maid yaw love is near. SHEEP-SHEARING. Our sheep-shearing- over, surround the pay board With hearts lull of pleasure and -lee: And while we partake of its plen- tiful hoard, "Who $»o blithe and so happy as we ? From that staple, the wool, all our consequence springs, The woolsack is next to the throne, It a freedom secures both to pea- sants and kings, Which in no other country is known. It guards us awake, and preserves us asleep, Night and day then thank Heaven that gave us the sheep. When bleak piercingwinter comes on with a frown, Frost and snow clogging hedge, ditch, and stile, Annoying alike both the squire and the clou n, Wrapt in wool, we look round us and smile. Did we sing- in its praises from evening to morn, 1 I i atitude on! . The dying old man and the infant new horn, Are both k« pt ali\ «■ by is ),, Then how with the truth a fair pace ran we ki \\ ben ill wannest expn speak of the sheep ? , No words are sufficient, whateVr can be said, To speak out its uses aloud ; I For it never forsakes us, nay, after we're (bad, It furnishes even our shroud. Nay more, if the sheep while i * ranges our fields. For our wants all these comforts supplies ; Faithful still to the last, to the batcher it yields, And for our daily nourishment — dies. Thus, living or dead, we its bene- fits reap — Then, ye sheep-shearers,sing yuu-:- true friend, the poor sheep. OUlt SHIP IN PORT. CUR ship in port, our anchor cast. The tempest hush'd and calm\I the main. We little think of dangers past, Nor those that we may meet again : But while the cheerful can goea round, In every draught is pleasure found ; For when we drink, and drinV. with glee The sailor's welcome home from sea. Tho' hard our toil, our peril great* Our hours of ease but short and few, We never murmur at our fate, But each fond moment past re- new. And while the cheerful can, ftc. POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. NO JOY WITHOUT MY LOVE. FLY swift, >e zephyrs, Who waft the sighs of love, Oh. say how I languish, What pain tor her 1 prove. Fly swift, ye zephyrs, As fleet as fancy move, Oh. tell all my anguish, No joy without my love. Oh, tell her o'er my mind She bears the softest sway, Oh, tell her all my ardour, My fondness all display. And if an ear she deign, And if a smile reply, Oh, haste to ease my pain, And soothe my anxious sigh. POOR TOM. THEN farewell, my trfm -built wherry, Oar> and coat, and badge, fare- well ; Never more at Chelsea ferry Shall your Thomas take a spell. But to hope and peace a stranger, In the battle's heat I'll go ; Where, expos'd to ev'ry danger, Some friendly ball will lay me low. Then mayhap, when homeward steering With the news my messmates come, Even yon, my story hearing, With n sigh, may cry — poor Tom. THE FASCINATING GROCER. COME listen to a whimmy chant, And if there's nothing in it, Will y<>u a little patience grant, If quickly I begin it; A love-sick grocer, Billy Wood, A victim I'm to Cupid, So if my song is long and good, Don't call it short and stupid. Tol lol de roi. One day as trudging through tho Park, V\ itl> plumbs and currants laden; Says I, I'll have a little lark, With yonder pretty maiden; She's drest so spruce and looks so sly, To lose her will not do, sir; And though a cast she's in one eye, Why I've a cast in two, sir. Tol lol de rol. Before Mi?s Patty Blear I stood, \\ ho dark was as a crow, sir; Says I, " my name is Billy Wood, The fascinating grocer." She curtsied low, and in reply, Said, "all your love's in vaiw,sir, Engaged I am to Mr. Flam, Who lives in Mincing-lane, sir." Tol lol de rol. To Mincing lane I went with speed, Where cutting beefand ha m. sir, Behind the counter stood, indeed, My rival, Mr. Flam, sir; Sa ys I, •« Grand ca rver you appear, But sure as I've a snout, 3ir, You may cut here, but with Miss Blear, You shall not cut me out, sir." Tol lol de rol. When I had finished, Mr. Flam, Whose passion quickly rose, sir, Straight put aside his beef and ham And took me by the nose, sir; Thepinch he gave it made me roar, To stru-gle was in vain, sir; And when he kicked me from the door, I ran from Mincing-lane, sir. Tol lol de rol. From Mincing-lane I ran so fast, I And beg you'il be so kind, sir. As round the house your eyes to cast, I And see if you can find, sir, i A lady fair, who in this [dace, In love with me can grow, sir, ; Perhaps she'll show her smiling lace To Billy Wood, the grocer. Tol )ol de rol. POP1 LAM \M> POOR TOM MAI IA ARI>. . cull; Dr.tt I thun- der, it- upon the ven-eful ball. Hid loyal li ran ■ if morning bright ; — Ah ! condemned by i r r of m- lit. i the main-deck to the qtimr ' with limbs, and wet with blood) Poor Tom liaulyartl, pale and wounded, i wl d where bis brave captain d. O, my noble captain tell me, . i*i;i borne ■ corpse away; Have I < man's duty, On this great and glorious day ; Tell a dying sailor, truly, For my life is fleeting lael ; Have 1 done a seaman's duty ? Can there aught my memory blast ? Ah! brave Tom, the captain an- Bwer'd, Thou a sailor's part hast done; I revere thy wounds with sorrow — unds by which our glory's won. Thanks, my captain, life is ebbing-. Fast from this deep wounded heart; But, O grant one single favour, Ere I from this world depart. Bid some kind and trusty sailor, When I'm number'd with the dead, For my dear and constant Cathe- rine, Cut a lock from this poor head. Bid him to my Catherine give it, Saying her'- alone 1 die ! Kate will keep the mournful pre- sent, And embalm il with a sigh. 5 IJ..1 him too this letter bear ber, W I" i\l with pantLi£ ithj rilin* \\ hen the hand That I uill. i And All! my good and kind ComnUUl . my pains and MM Mute, towards his captain \. nig", Tom upraU'd a thankful eye; ul then his foot embr m Sunk with Kate on bis last \\ ho, that saw a scene so mourn- ful, Could without a tear depart ? He must own a savage nature, Pity never warm'd his heart. Now in his white hammock sin ed, By the kind and pensive en As he dropp'd into the ocean All burst out— poor Tom, adieu. THE KISS. THE kiss, dear maid, thy lips have left, Shall never part from mine, Till happier hours restore »!>• Untainted back to thine. The parting glance that ft nelly ims, equal love The tear that from the < streams Can weep no change in me. The kiss, &c. I ask no pledge to make me blest, In gazing when alone ; Nor one memorial for a brea-t. \\ hove thoughts are all thine own. By day or night, in weal or Thai heart i to. Must hear Ihe Un ■ il ensmot snow And silent ache for i hi Tin BS POPULAR ANL CHOICE SONGS. THAT'S ALL I SAY. SURE woman's to be pitied, Whenever she's committed For being- fond and gay ; And those who cry out kt Shame," Are very much to blame— That's all I say. I never could discover Why list'ning- to a lover, Throughout the live-long- day, Should be iniscall'd offence ; It is not common sense — Thai's all 1 say. But though the old and haughty Pretend 'tis very naughty, They think a different way; For this I know is true, They do as others do — That's all I say. ALL'S ONE TO JACK. THOUGH mountains high the bil- lows roll, And angry ocean's in a foam, The sailor gayly slings the bowl, And thinks on her he left at home : Kind love his guardian spirit still. His mind's made up, come what come will, Tempests may masts to splinters tear, Sat»: and rigging go to rack : So the loves him he loves so dear, 'Tis all one to Jack. His friend in limbo should he find, His wife and children brought to shame, To everything but kindness blind, Jack sisrns his ruin with his name ; Friendship the worthy motive still, His mind's made up, come what come will, The time comes round : by hell- hounds press'd, roods, clothes, and person, g-o to rack ; But, since he succour'd the dis- tress'd, 'Tis all one to Jack Once more at sea prepared tc fight, A friendly pledge, round goes the can ; And, though large odds appear in sight, He meets the danger like a man: Honour his guardian spirit still, His mind's made up, come what come will, Like some fierce lion see him g-o Where horror grim marks the at- tack : So he can save a drowning- foe, Tis all one to Jack. And when at last (for tars and kings Must find in death a peaceful home) The shot its sure commission brings, And of poor Jack the time is come, Cheerful his duty to fulfil, His mind's made up, come what come will, The cannon's pois'd ; from its fell jaws, A fatal shot takes him aback ; But since he died in honour's cause, 'Twas all one to Jack. LOVE AND WHISKY. LOVE and whisky both Rejoice an honest fellow; Unripe joys of life, Love and whisky mellow. Both the head and heart Set in palpitation; From both I've often found A mighty sweet sensation. Love and whisky's joys Let us gaily twist 'em In the thread of life: Faith, we can't resist 'em. But love's jealous pang In heart-ache oft we find it : Whisky, in its turn, A head-ache leaves behind H POP1 LAS \M> CH0I4 W i- . in -. All it- charm!) foi BJ tiling pel r can inv.uU' Kf. ra dare inti \"il Bnd our lada bo frisky, By »ne can be subdued, love and whisky. i \ e i r our lada »o clever ; tii \\ lii-ky. \\ ell drink 8 THR CABIN BOY. Till rough, the clouds dark, Far distant every j >y, "N ben fbrc'd, by Fortune, to em- . it as cabin boy. urse soon fill'd with French- men's gold, itenV) home with joy, But wreck'd in sight of port be- hold, A hapless cabin boy. CAN WRALTH OR FRIRNDS. wealth or friends thy heart incline, To scorn my humble It: And can thy promise to be mine Be e'er forgot ? If pity in thy bosom dwell, my penile fears dispel, e not ! b would waste in g rief, eel nia i : : Like wounded flowrets, droop and fade ; not, my lovely maid. ft to meet thee in the grove, \t . my cot • ry word ami look was v thought ! ■ Tor in > life v..,..! Bet maid ! Like wounded fiowrets, droop su d fade : ' «• me not, maid* LULLABY. L ■lumb'rlng ou the can, men fear no dangers nigh; The winds and waves in gentle motion, Soothes them with their lullaby. Is the wind tempestuous blowing:, Still uo danger they des The guileless heart its boon be- stowing Soothes them with their lullaby. THR SAILOR'S CRRRD. I'LL tell you, my hearties, a sai- lor's plain creed, He believes, 'midst the caunou's loud rattle, That He who rewards every va- I ions deed Guides the helm, .and direct* every battle; And if doing our duty (as oft has been said) Will most certainly Heav'n de- light. What has that honest fellow to fear or to dread, Who's as ready to pardon as willing to light. When, broadside to broadside fiercely ei And the death-dealing balls whiz around. You'd think, by observing our linn-like rs That humanity's hulk was a ground. s POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. But, their colours once struck, you'd be otherwise thinking: Jack's creed then gives heart- felt delight; He believes 'tis his duty to save them from staking, And be as ready to succour as willing: to fight. But the creed of a sailor still far- ther extends, He believes 'tis his duty likewise To comfort his poor distress'd iness-inates and friends, And the girl that is faithful to prize. Thus manliness, merit,true friend- ship, and love, All in that gallant sailor unite, Who, while doing his duty below or above, Is as ready to pardon as willing to fight. BRITONS, UNITED, MUST PREVAIL. My ship's my house, my home, my land, My family not ft-w ; My children those whom I com- mand, A bold and jolly crew ; And while together thus we sail, Britons, united, must prevail. For treasure, I've my seamen's love, And if the foe intends To venture forth, he soon may prove, The value of such friends, For while, together, thus we sail, Britons, united, must prevail. Few have ever loved like me; Oh ! I have loved thee too sin- cerely ! And few have e'er deceived like thee, Alas! deceived me too severely. Fare thee well! yet think awhile On one who^te bosom bleeds to doubt Ihee ; Who now would rather trust that smile, And die with thee than live with- out thee. Fare thee well ! I'll think on thee, Thou leav'st me many a bitter token ; For see, distracting woman, see My peace is gone, my heart i3 broken. MARY, I BELIEVED THEE TRUE. MARY, I believed thee true, And I was blest in thu* believing; But now I mourn that e'er I knew A girl so fair and so deceiving. SLING THE FLOWING BOWL. Come come, my jolly lads, the wind's abaft, Brisk gale-* our sails shall crowd : Come, bustle, bustle, bustle, boys, haul the beat, The boatswain pipes aloud ; The ship's unmoor'd, All hands on board, The rising gale Fills every sail, The ship's well mann'd andstor'd. Then sling the flowing bowl; Fond hopes arise, The girls we prize Shall bless each jovial soul ; The can, boys, bring, We'll drink and sing, While foaming billows roll. Though to the Spanish coast we're bound to steer, We'll still our rights maintain; Then bear a hand, be steady, boys ; soon we'll see Old England once again, From shore to shore. While cannons roar, Our tars shall show The haughty fie, Britannia rules the main. Then sling the flowing bowl, &c. POP! LAS AM) MINI i R (.1 v WW He i dusky imld the bowling il t ■«* a Iniily i illant And dare the d Through ihe wild turf they cleave . .» the foam, nor know disma) . • i\ e. But, oh ! what raptare fills each brea Of the hopeless crew of the ship is'd : . landed safe, what joy to tell Of all the dangers that befell: Thou heanl is no more, By the watch on the shore, The minute gun at w DONALD. >\ ii EN first you courted me, I own I fondly favour' d you; Apparent worth and high renown Made me believe you true, Donald. Each virtue then seemM to adorn The man esteem'd by me ; But now the mask's thrown off, 1 scorn To wa*te one thought on thee, Donald. Oh! then, for over haste away, Away from love and me; l heart that's like your owe, And come no more to me, Donald. For I'll reserve myself alone, i bat'i more like me ; tnnot find, 1 lly from love and | D nald. CHOU 9 Tlli dapper lltU \\ h > in in.i i bear | , ade. I'm d- moat people n j . A fortune ihould i> > \ <• n Such numbers used t<> lather, And M briskly plied his trade. And so briskly plied his i That, by hair dressing; and shaving*, li ins family ■ as erai Ing, He a decent living made. \ hich l beg 'em to pei 10 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Should they fino out the cheat, sirs, Their patience entreat, sirs, M bich Ihey seldom or e'er infuse. For by this time I contrive, My business quick to drive, And be ready their beards to mov/, And be ready their beards to mow; Of me you're making fun, Sir, I tell you I've just done, Mr. Latherem, here, hollo. Spoken.] Mr. Feeble, shall I shave you ? your beard's in a sad condition, like the times — Don't talk to me of the times, for I've no time to talk to you — How's Mrs. Feeble, sir ? — Mind your business, and don't pester me — if you move your head, I shall do your business — Mr. Ledderum, dat blacking- you sould me is all turned brown, burn my caxon, but I've a great desire to give you, for de blacking 1 , a black eye; devil de drop of Day and Martin was dere; no, by de powers, it was all Betty Martin — Sir, if you'll return it — Tunderand turf, return it, how, you shabroon. d'ye think I'm to do that ? didn't I tell you, do I forgot to mention it, dat. I had used every sup of it — Well, sir, I hope we shall make matters up over a glass of Geneva — Oh ! and is it dat you're after, oh! musha, my darling, you're a nate little bottle seller; here's to ould Ireland — here's may animo- sity be washed away by the soap- suds of oblivion; may the voice of the people never be cut. in two by the razor of discord, and may the shop of justice never be shut when honesty knocks at the door. So, with scissars, comb, and lather, &c. FRESH BLOWS THE GALE. Fresh blows the gale, soon under weigh, Our bark was borne with many a sigh; I oft review'd the less'ning bay, And lost it with a tearful eye : i But soon ourcrew began to blame i My love lorn grief, and call'd it folly, : And oft 1 troll a catch for shame, Vet secret cry'd for pretty Polly. Our little bark, by valour frau» ht. Soon met. the foe, and laurels won, Sir ! Inspir'd by love alone I fought, And gain'd fresh courage at my gun, 8ir. Our captain's praise uninov'd I heard, Thought all the victor's boast but folly! Then flew to shore to claim re- ward, And heart for heart from pretty Polly. A SOUTHERLY WIND AND A CLOUDY SKY. A SOUTHERLY wind and a cloudy sky Proclaim it a hunting morning, Before the sun peeps we'll briskly fly, Sleep aud,a downy bed scorning. Away, my boys, to horse, away I The chase admits of no delay; Now on horseback we've got, On horseback on horseback to- gether we'll trot, Together, together, away, my brave boys, see the coverts appear, The hound that strikes first cheer him up without fear; Drag him on, hoyke ! wind him, my steady old hound ; Drag him on, hoyke ! wind him, the coverts resound. How completely the coverts of ,| furze they draw ; Who talks of Sestine to Minel ; Old Dasher now flourishes through ! the shaw, Saucebox rose out of his kennel Away they flv, as quick as thought, The new sown ground soon makes them fault; POP1 LAR AND < HOM : 11 >\ ben ^iilc* !ii.ik< And tl»«- M-n|>)»t lining Mil V 8 Honest lit , scanty be late iu- llnrk f rwardibark forward lhark il nk forward : barb forward ! IN » 00**1 111 Tim* we ride whip and ipur for Till -canty I ' I Iscttif ImM break, turn bis emu be, And drown ran. la ■ joruin of Thus >«-.ir after jr< -ubal- Ben fought tor his country and Med, Till time bad enfhatcVd all the roof from bit pa And th" hair Irom bin temples had bed. ■ and ci>o thein - mobb It happea'd be met (since Ma Id, bj Jove, >. a'll ■poil toe ir «iu bare) Tbe Rr*t Lord of the Admiralty once i tin* hounds you'll bend tll« Ml - . Drummer, bark, hark! hark, Tuner; bark, Tuner ! i . Drummer, hark, hark! hark, i ! h.irk, Timor ! kg aud jumping at erery | txub, \ izen has fastened her tooth in his break* op, tear him! whoop, tear '■ bim! be'a lairly run down, f i>, tear bim! wboop, tear' him! give Joe his halt-crow a. •' Honest Ben," quoth his lordship, \< lost all your hair, Since the last time I peep'cl at i sconce. " "\Yh>, my Lord," replied Ben, •' it with truth may he said. The bare poles i long have stood uuikr : When s > many young captains walk over my ht ad. To tee me quite scalpt 'tis no wonder." BEN BLOCK. BLOCK was a veteran of . .it renown, Aid reaao is only re- i il ; Heard s » i 1 1 neglected in WW, F serve his king he staysathome, Recounts each toil, and shews each scar; While Kitty and her constant tar With rev'rence teach to bless the r fates, Young honest Toms and bonny Kates. All was still as the silence of death, Save fancy, which painted her lover, Far, far at sea. So she whisper'd a pray'r — closed her eyes, But the phantom still haunted her pillow ; Whilst in terror she echo'd his cries, As struggling he sunk in a bil low, Far, far at sea. FAR, FAR AT SEA. 'TWAS night, when the bell had toll'd twelve, And poor Susan was laid on her pillow, In her ear whisj er'd some flitting elve — Thy hove is now toast on a billow, Far, far at sea. All was dark, as she woke out of breath, Not an object her fears could disc* ver; CONSTANCY REWAltDEI). BLEAK was the mom, when Wil- liam left his Nancy, The fleecy snow froun'd on the whilen'd shore, Cold as her fears that cbill'd her dreary fancy, W hen she her sailor from her bosom tore. To his lill'd heart, a little Nancy pressing, "Whilst a young Tar the ample trow.sers e>'d, In need of firmness in this stale distressing, ' Will check'd the rising sigh, and fondly cr>\l, Ne'er fear the perils of the fickle ocean, Sorrow's all a notion, grief all in vain ; Sweet love, take heart, for we but part, In joy, in joy, to meet again. Loud blew the wind, when lean- ing on that willow, Where the dear name of Wil- liam printed stood, Nancy, she saw upon a faithless billow, A ship dash'd 'g-ainst a rock that lopp'd the flood. Her tender I eart, with frantic sorrow thrilling-, Wild as the storm that bow I'd along the shore ; !.\U AM) ( IK»I >ke »o r trust the tickle , mi- be t'\ e, .ill natu. I fly to her rel quickly found hhn, reium'd, to In i young ones au.v- litm And now \\ ill daspa his girl, autl now liis hoy. Did not 1 say, tho' it was a fickle ill a notion, grief all tin ; i>r thus to . cr, no never, to nart again. • OMIV THROI (.11 THi: RYE. (.IN a bod) meet a body . body cry 1 Ilka body has a body, e hue i ; ' be lad> Lbey lo'e ine, what the WUUr an. 1 ? t a body i' trae the well, Gin a I body .\re.! a "l> d> tell } HONBST BEN. l am enll*d honest Ben, l at ■ hat I don't kn 1 onl ■ the Th it town > irtue und 1 1 1 1 y . V\ h\ prold was Irtt made I can't tell, t learning not And i id aid lh<- fiicied. Once honest Rill Bobslay, a true- bcarted lad, line tor a Jand-lu \\ h«i - ram Rill ail money he had. Ami then coon'd hiin u > jail ! My pockets with prize-inone> veil lin'd, (1 to his fri< Their tiansp. it made him B out of his mind, And me for the act full amends. In that pallant flght. t'other (lay- off the Nile ate. Sam >' ehnnc*d to die ; The battle once o'er, tho 1 I I with a smile, A iear tor poor Sam dimurd m> . Thinks l,hei prattlers and Kate They'll scarcely sui\ive th. So I II BUY* my rhim their fate. Ami iteer them from r ck. 1G POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. If safely through life's troubled .sea you would steer, And make the right haven at last, Still kindly all messmates' distress strive to cheer, And shield them from poverty's blast; For my part I know Tars must fight and must fall, And leave their poor Widows' hearts sad ; Lord love 'em I wish I could marry them all, And be to each orphan a dad. THE ALMANACK MAKER. OH, father had a jolly knack Of cooking up an almanack; He could tell, Very well, Of eclipses and wars, Of Venus and Mars, When plots were prevented, Penny po^ts were invented, Ot Rome's dire reproaches, Acd the first hackney coaches: And he always foresaw There'd be frost or be thaw ; Much sun or much sleet, Much rain or much heat On the fourth or the seventh, The fifth or eleventh, The tenth or the fifteenth. The twentieth or sixteenth. But to guard against laughter, He wJsely did guess There'd be more or less Day before, or day after. Oh, father had a jolly knack, Of cooking- up an almanack: He could tell, Very well, Of aches and of pains, In the loins and the reins, In the hips and the toes, In the back and the nose ; Of a red letter day, When school-boys might piny; When tempests would clatter, When earthquakes would shatter ; When comets would itn, And the world be undone, But yet still there was laughter: For people would cry, Though he says we're to die, It may be to-day, or day after. Light and dark, high-water mark, Signs the skies in, southing rising, Verse terrific, hieroglyphic, Astronomical, all so comical. Oh, father had a jolly knack Of cooking up an almanack. THE GIRLS LEFT BEHIND US. YOU ask me the life of a Tar, That's toss'd up and down on the ocean, Why know, that in peace, or ia war, Of danger we have not a notion ; Yes, yes, my dear it is true, With such we have nothing to do; For Ave sing as we go, With a yoe yea, yea yoe, And drink to the girls left behind When landsmen preach up, sis they do, And say this and that of the Navy ; Why, tell them, 'ere fear brings us to, We'il grapple with Death and old Davy : Yes, yes — and, dear Jack, this im- part, The worth of a Tar is his heart — For we sing as we go, &c. 'Tis sweet, when the battle is o'er. To say that a Tar's done his duty ; Yet sweeter to think, when on | shore, He'll meet with a welcome from | beauty : Yes, yes — and, dear Jack, may a Tar E'er meet with a smile from the fair ; For we sing as we £o, &c, I ! i; I UK Kl> I |» MI. M^ -ver, I Ml. Bat Ik ilcd, TH LL i id, thy eu! be auspicious that bear* me from ide m Che • t rue- As v • termiue to bale All t -it fill up old tui nl. As direct my firm mind from its i, dear , \, adieu ! Deal in that ship lank bear- sweet name on tbfl dick? -knots on the topi ule, \\ hile gu '< Vip-mates at not pastime bat me, B happy in sighing to t far when thinking u takes the ttii leu. liui] \\ it li i to burn. And < : OH THE 1)\> S v HEN 1 \ 1 w hen ( was younsr. \\ he ■pH T;ilk- And with net:, i the .lit. . old lather (are. Little reck'd I of his frown. Half thy main e y >uth could Ami i own. Oh the days, Truth, tliev s:iv, lies in a w. Way, l \ Let the water drinkers tell, There 'twill aU For when sparkling wine went round, Never saw I falsehood's ma^k. Bat -still honest truth I found In the bottom of each flask. Oh the True. atlenpth m I ha \ e \ I i \ , Few the 1 And the lew I ha\ ( ^ et, old Jeron. ts do n"t t I root, Glows a spark of youthful oh the dayi c a IN POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. SWIFTLY FROM THE MOUNTAINS. SWIFTLY from the mountain's brow. Shadows, irars'd by night, retire, And the peeping sun-beams now Paint with gold the village spire. Sweet, O, sweet, the warbling throng-, Ou the white emblossoin'd spray, Nature's universal song- Echoes to the rising day. HOPE TOLD A FLATTERING TALE. HOPE told a flattering tale, That joy would soon return, Ah nought my sighs avail, For love is dooin'd to mourn. Ah ! where's the flatterer gone From me for ever flown, The happy dream of love is o'er, Life, alas ! can charm no more. THE SAILOR'S LIFE AT SEA. WHEN the anchor is weigh'd, and the ship's unmoor'd, And landmen lag behind, Sir, The sailor joyful skips on board, And swearing, prays for wind, Sir, Towing here, Yeoinjr there ; Steadily, readily, Cherrily, merrily, Still from care and thinking free, Is a sailor's life at sea. When we sail with fresh'ning breeze, And landmen all grow sick. Sir, The sailor lolls with his mind at ease. And the song and the can go quick, Sir; Laughing here, Quaffing there; Steadily, &c. When the wind at night whistles o'er the deep, And sings to landmen dreary, The sailor fearless goes to sleep Or takes bis watch most cheery ; Bgozing here, Snoozing there ; Steadily, &c. When the sky grows black and the wind blows hard, And landmen skulk below, Sir, Jack mounts up to the top-sail yard, And turns his quid as he goes Sir : Hawling here, Bawling there : Steadily, &c. "When the foaming waves run mountains high, And landmen cry, all's gone, Sir, The sailor bangs 'twixt sea and sky, And jokes with Davy Jones, Sir; Dashing here, Splashing there, Steadily, &c When the ship, d'ye see, becomes a wreck, And landmen hoist the-boat, Sir, The sailor scorns to quit the deck, "While a single planks afloat, Sir ; Swearing here, Tearing there; Steadily, &c THE LAST GUINEA. IN an old leathern purse a true friend I have got. And (fall friends the best is of any ; By Providence surely it fell to my lot, A sight worth beholding by many : 'Tis the balm of distress, and the joy of my life. And he that don't price it's a ninny ; In point of philosophy next to my wife, A blessing attend my last guinea. POP! i He ipntng tli*' labtn I it n i;h 'cm be ibar*d hi itteuda on the ' i .i\ <•, u knew i was gen'ruua tolly, nhip to try. my a-si-t- if matter* went crooked he a I v. l!y. id on shore ne'er was kon'd a ninny, leer hulk, took the lab- tow, I with him I shard ID) last FAIR ELLEN. mien like a lily ^rew, fav'rite Bow*r, ml cbang'jl her iovel\ Wither'd in an hour. > in her virgin brea ^t i left the maid to die. I S ANN Til IE N\ El -:i». I SAW thee reep tbebi bright bine ; Ami Iben me thought it did npj ear a \ i •'••' -iio, i » i i i - d i hat ftlPd tli.it N\ bicfa •miles uat mind Their own pare joy Impart ; lunahine l> hind, That lightens o*er tl THE \\ 0NDERF1 L MAN. HAT ii Munchausen to me! I'll tell you ihe w ml ra l'l III the air, on the earth, and the -t a ^N lure no other mortal ha- 1 trunk Knock down both the chapel and eple ! I v*i ily thought I should have sunk, it killed both the parson and \N onderfnl ! wondet ful ! O ! The next was a young alligator, I think about iu en \ w e< ka Caagbt hold of a Dutchman, a skater, And into the sea with him roll'd But ere thej hud been in a minute i\ e threw them up, like ;■ uk: And then, as if magic was in it. Were both suapt in two by a shark ! derral ! wonderful ! O ! The nextthiug was twosalamand . flew out i i. in flam .i liar. 20 POPl LA 11 AND CHOICE SONGS. Then, while he was stuffing each swallow, And treating them both very civil, I saw them seize hold of his collar, And carry him oft" to the Devil ! Singing-, wonderful ! wonderful ! 0! Then I saw, in the month of De- cember, The ghost of a giant arise ! His legs were like rocks, I re- member, And his body rear'd up to the skies! The pips in his belly were scratch- j ing ! The adders crept under his coa t ! J The fowls in his pockets were i hatching ! And the bullocks all jump'd down his throat! O, what a wonderful man ! Youths and maids, of Love be- ware — His very smile conceals a care. Hope, thou flatt'riug syren, leave me ; Prithee go — no more deceive me For thou art in league with dry : Both will whisper bliss and plea- sure,— But their softest, sweetest mea- sure, Sooths but to destroy. Youths and maids, of Love bewave; No joy, no hope but brings tome care! FULL BAGS A FRESH buttle. PALE FACES. PALE faces stand by, And our bright ones adore; We look like our wine, You worse than our score. Come, light up your pimples, All art we outshine; When the plump god doth paint, Each streak is divine. Clean glasses are pencils, Old claret are oil ; He that sits for his picture, Must sit a good while. JOY ONCE WHISPER'!). JOY once whispered to my breast, She would be its constant guest; Told my idle wand' ring heart, She would never from it part. Ah ! she is a base deceiver; Youths and maidens, ne'er believe her. Long my bosom tasted peace — Joy, 1 thought, would never cease ; L<>ve then came, deceitful thing, Hid beneath a rose's sting; i FULL bags, a fresh bottle, and a beautiful face, Are the three greatest blessings poor mortals embrace, But alas we grow muckworms, it bags do but till, And a bonny gay dame often ene.» in a pill, Then heigh for brisk claret, whose pleasures ne'er waste; By a number we're rich, and by two we are chaste LOVELY SUE. WHEN first young Henry on the plain Declar'd his love was true, The maiden that believ'd his pain Was charming lovely Sue. He told a simple artless tale, 'Twas form'd but to subdue. Then Henry seem'd to breathe the gale, And only liv'd for Sue Full twelve long months the youth- ful maid, Believ'd his passion true; Then, woe to her by liim betray d, He left poor lov < ly Far, far, to sea h< sail'd away, While she no comfott knew Till sorrow cal I'd from cnuhaway The soul of level > hue. POl'l LAR AM) ( IIOII 1 WAfl THE liov FOB B Will ill \(. i.M. \\ In All ci \ u will w i l ill ioua and it< mmies \* ould i r> .uit foi ■ I I .il> hail I : i an\ 1 It atlierM 'nn, i ' made 'tan i>I.i.,uiIy ihy. , in > Mulaii in e meet- £ twigged him beg inn in I my heart I've a beat- then take one at your For I am the boy, Ac. Blany a la*s that would Hy away, \\ hen other srooers luit spike; it* 1 looked her ft die-away, ere was an end of the joke: I matter how cruel. Hundreds of lads though they'd ■s'd, When I came nigh to them, jewel, Melted like mud i:i a I For I was the boy, &c. 1! \Rk Aaron on a , 1 he boundl and | mlsh'd from I ,>\ fields, llis quiver f<> Dial), t now j ields ; She bl d« || i While the virgins all i (low bef innocent j WHEN WE DWELL ON THE UPS. WHEN we dwell on the li Not a pleasure Ell u.n tog ; .May bis SOUl rest in heaven! he desen es it I'm mire Wh» was fust the invent kissing. Master Adam, 1 verily think tfas the man, W hose discovery will ne'er br surpass'd. Then since this sweet game with creation be To the end of the world may i last. LET GAY ONES. LET pay ones and . i I Hal ite: ' ure to pleasure they run : Well, a jot, i not, ! 1 have my dog and my gun. For exerci-e and air, To the Seldl I repair, its unclouded and light; Tie Bud, leave behind, But health and diversion unite. THE MAID OF ERIN. Mv thoughts delight to wan. Upon a distant shore. Where lovely, fair and tender, e whom I adore ; May heaven, its blessi,, On her bestow them 1 1 The lovely maid of Erin, W ho sweetly sang to me. Had fortune h\\l my station In some | i ur, monarch of a aal i< iwt'd u kthwealth and power 22 POPILAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Thai wealth and power sharing;, My peerless queen should be The lovely maid of Erin, Who sweetly sang to me. Although the restless ocean .May lung between us roar, Yet while my heart has motion, She'll lodge within its core ! For artless and endearing:, And mild and young' is she, The lovely maid of Erin, Who sweetly sang - to me. When Fate gives intimation, That my last hour is nigh, With placid resignation, I'll lay me down and die. Fond Hope my bosom cheering;, That 1 in heaven shall see The lovely maid of Erin, Who sweetly sang* to ine. YE TOPERS ALL. TE topers all drink to the soul, Of this right honest fellow ; Who always lov'd a flowing bowl, And would in death be mellow. The lamp of life he kindled up, With spirit stout and glowing;; His heart inspir'd thus with a cup, Ascends where nectar's flowing-. TWO BLANKS TO A PRIZE. IN this lottery of life should dame Fortune beg-uile, This great truth you should ever premise ; That, however the goddess may simper and smile, She has always two blanks to a prize. If a husband you'd take, Miss, or you, Sir, a wife, From this maxim direct not your eyes ; For if one or the other, I'd ven- ture my life, There are more than two blanks to a prize. If in law you're entangled, why then, silly man, As a friend, give me leave tv advise ; Slip your neck from the collar a? fast as you can ; There arc? fifty-two blanks to a prize. And if for preferment you're starving- at court, Or by merit expect you shah rise. Then your chance is not worth, Sir, three-fourths of a groat; There are ninety-two blanks lo a prize. O'ER THE PLAIN. O'ER the plain and cross the mea- dows, Hunters blew the merry horn; Phoebus chac'd the flying- shadows, Echo she replied in scorn; Mill adoring-, And deploring-, Now must Reynard lose his life. Rivers murmur'd from their foun- tains, Acorns dropping* from the oaks* Fawns came tripping- o'er the mountains, Fishes bit the naked hooks: Still admiring-, And desiring-. ^< (i dm PKOUD WOMAN 1 . vol . I'ROl'D woman I n, brink _ lit, 111 drink all the day and I'll re- nt : As pr< inenta I'll pass. The bottle , and the The tables my throne, and I «iirt, Tbe i ibjccr, and lugs lit) sport. Hen- i of all joy, here's a mtstreai nc'ri Dear i A life I'm a king when I huir >""> much more when I k PUSH ACOUT THE PITCHBK. THE silver moon, that shines so . l»t. 1 *w « sr i ith reason is my ber, Ami if my miiiute-gla** runs rigrlit, \\ < ve lime to iii ink another nitcher. Ti« not >et . l.lly rails i pitcher. HANKS Of BANNA. SHEPHERDS, I hare Inst my Hav< my Anna, Pride of evVj sba< Upon \ i una ? I for her my huii . Near yon misty mountain, Left m\ Hock, ny nine, my ci <• and fountain. Never sliall i see them i I nlil her i etur All the From 1 1., i d to mourn W hither is my charmer Iowa I Shepherds, tell me whitti Ah, woe for me! |ierba|u she's gone ei er, and for erer. EM Ml LINK. WEEP, Einmeline, weep, And no tougue shall rej Rmraeline, i For the Irieada that din love the.- ! The flowers in the Of Hie »n But th»- < been » < In the r 1 ' 1 - i ; " « 24 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. The birds in the trees Sing- as sweetly as ever, But the lips that could please Shall give joy to thee never. The morning may break O'er the valley in gladness, But. the eyes cannot wake That dispell '<1 all thy sadness. The ev'ning inav come. But its fall shall endear not ; \ >n' the steps that came home In the dusk, thou shall hear not. Weep, Emmeline, weep, And no tongue shall reprove thee, Weep, Emmeline, weep For the friends that did love thee ! THERE'S NO DECEIT TX \\ INK. QUARTETTO. THE mighty conqueror of henrle His power I here deny; \\ ith all his flames, his fires, and darts, I champion-like defy, I'll offer all my sacrifice. Henceforth at Bacchus' shrine, Tlie merry god ne'er tells us lias, There's no deceit in wine* ' HOW SWEET IN THE WOODLANDS. MOW sweet in the woodlands, with fleet hound and horn, To awaken shrill Echo, and taste the frc^h morn ; But hard is the chace my fond heart must pursue, For Daphne, fair Daphne, is lost to my view. Assist me, chaste Dian, the nymph to regain, More wild than the roe-buck, and wing'd with disdain; In pity o'ertake her, who wounds as she flies, Tho' Daphne's pursu'd, 'tis Myr- tillo that dies. A BUMPER OF GOOD LIQUOR. TRIO, A BUMPER of g-ood liquor Will end a contest quicker. Than Justice, Judge, or Vicar, So fill each cheerful glass; But if more deep the quarrel, Why sooner drain the barrel Than he that hateful fellow, That's crabbed when he's mellow. THE GREEN LITTLE SHAMROCK. THERE'S a dear little plant that grows in our isle, 'Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that set it, And the sun on his labour with pleasure did smile, And with dews from his eyes often wet it. It thrives thro' the bog, through the brake, thro' the mireland, J And he called it the dear little shamrock of Ireland, The sweet little shamrock, the dear little shamrock, The sweet lit lie green little sham- r.ck of Ireland. This dear little plant still grows in our land, Fresh and fair as the daughters of Erin, Whose smiles can bewitch, whose eyes can command, In each climate that each shall appear in. And stine thro' the b>g, thro' the brake, thro* the mireland. Just like their own dear little shamrock of Ireland, The sweet little shamrock, &c. This dear little plant that spring- from our soil, \\ hen its three little leaves arc extended, Denotes from our stalk we t i g-ether should toil, And ourselves bv ourselves b r befriended POP! LAR \M» And still i I l nil, i likt BAND! O'ER THE LEA. l >\IWA many . nv in. m hut U a ; y man hut Samly I i in 1. 1 liar tin- ilomiix • But 1 l ill ■'•>' lad, niN ll. \ .i\ a-kuwi ki»-m ; r all e the pin* man lad, nor l II I the ii But l will hat* my Sandy lad, vith- i ut a !>•. liu\ si! ht *!» ay S-k I wiana ka< r lad, for be p.i: . .if ; I wiana bae the tailor lad, he- cause be smells <»* tar; I winua hae the lord nor laird, for «■ their meikle r iiui I arill hat* in y Sandy lad, my r the muir. 1-t.r he's ay a kissing:, &c THEHIMOUKS OK BAR 1 LEMY 1 AIR. HE, bustle, neighbour Sprig, Clap "u your bat i r Sunday clothei to ^aily ' devil t.tk \\ e inaj n< «• begun, O rare *~ lip — 'lu'.ik' Snip ;— And tbl 01 All is ! Guls mj (its' a nig, foil' Slack ■ fire, Mutton pies—Of i ' Funny clowns— una aud-dowus, Round about — all out, \\ bat a throng— push si Polih Just in time— that's prime! To enjoy all the fun of the fair 01 , a.) Valk up, ralk up,ladiei ami gentlemen, I i won* derful -.just arrived from Bengal in the \ e.st i in, at this beautiful haniinal, no lc«a than two hundred '•pots on his body, but no two alike, « -w i> Tune dif- ferent; — it's out o' the power of any limmer to describe him. — Well, positively, 1 never saw suc«3 titlful creature in all m\ days— -did you, sir ? — A d — n'd fine looking animal, 'fin mj — Master Showman, ii you mi Measures fifteen n the snout to the tail, and only tut he r m the tail to the snout lives, d — me lives, to the had- vaiut I an inch and a halt « banual ear, and in \ . i his proper growth.— Stir him tip there with I only hear how i i Here, booth ill the for th< known world — th( 1 ami 20 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. surprising Hottentot Wenns is lore, who measures three yards and three quarters round — Hey down, ho down. &c. When the fair is at the full, In gallops a mad bull, Puts the rabble to the rout, Lets all the lions out: Down falls Mrs. Snip, With a monkey on her hip; Me shall all be swallowed 'up, I declare ! Roaring- boys— gilded toys, Lollipops — shilling' hops, Tumble in— just begin, Cups and balls — wooden walls, Gin and bitters — apple fritters, Pudding nice — penny a slice, bhins of beef —stop thief, A bang-up swing — -just the thing, A dead dog — among the mob, XiOSt hats— squalling brats, ljost shoes — kangaroos, O Polly— where's Molly ? Bow wow — what a row! Is kicked up in Bartlemy Fair O ! Spoken.] Here, here, show 'em up here, show 'em up here — Now's your time, ladies and gentlemen — only two-pence, only two-pence, to see lhatsurprizing conjuror, the j emperor of all the conjurors! — I who will forfeit the enormous sum I of one hundred pounds to any one who shall perform the like won- ders.— Yes, yes, ladies and gentle men, I am no common slight of band man; the common slight of hand men, they turn the things up their sleeves, and make you be- lieve their fingers deceive your eyes. — Now, sir, you shall draw one card, two cards, three -cards, four cards, half a dozen cards; you look at the card on this here side, you look on the card on that side, and I say, b!ow--by the high and abominable, a ho be ho pe I Jacko, cracko felto — swift, fly, be- gone quick presto passa largo mento he cocolorum, the card is flown ! where is it gone to ? Aye, that's the question — Be so remd, sir, as to stop that young woman from getting out of the crowd ; I suppose she little thinks that 1 knows the card's concealed under her garter ; come, come, don't be ashamed, young woman ; bring it forward, bring it forward, and Jet me hold it up, thai all the com- pany may have a squint at it ; there, there, hollo boys, hollo boys, huzza. Hey down, ho down, &c. Now the beast with hungry tooth In anger 'tack*; the booth ; Away affrighted run Birds and eagles ol the sun ; Down tumbles trot-legg'd Rolla, Who tips 'em the view hollo. Poor Cora's in the mud, O rare O ! Spoken.'] Here, here, valk up, ladies and gentlemen; here is the vonderful kangaroo, just arrived from Bottomhouse Bay.— Here is the vonderful large baboon, that danced a paddydow, and played at leap-frog with the celebrated Muster Harrington — Here is the vonderful leporous spotted torn cat, of the male spechies, vich ca n see as veil in the dark, as without ever a light — Here is the vonder- ful little marmoset monkey, just arrived from the island of Lilliput — Hold him up to the company, master keeper !— O dear me, what a little beauty, to b«- sure ; do let me stroke the dear little innocent creature. La, la, how prodigious tame he is ! —Yes, inarm, he is al- ways very tame to the ladies. — Yee up ! goveruor, what's the name of that large bird there stuck up in the corner? -Vat that 'ere one ? O that's ihe vonderful sun e;igle, the hotterer the sun is, the higherer he dies — There's the von- derful cow, that, can't live alive on the land, and dies in the vater. — Billy, Billy, my. boy, run and stuff a blanket in thai 'ere hole, or all the little ones vill peep for nothing. — Here, here, uow's your I Ml YM> emeu, j«»I ii.i . ■ i ii ilu>H'r i i mi the am Oil, n\ .til i«ly bear entle- . \ .ill i — \ ilk up . \alk up rlul vmiiltn h . Puncli, fur the mi. all enny — slu.v . Mr. l'uuch down, bo down, &.C. L MB, WHERE IS FANCY BRED TELL me, where i- fane; bred, or in the heart, or In the b< id ; ii >w nourished ! :• i-M in the i \\ ith gazing fed; and fancy dies in the cradle where it lies; - all ring fancy's knell, I'll begin it,— Ding, doag, bell. Ding, dong, bell. ■ And list the lab in i a now n. rilK knra the wt • * i » peerlen Jennie is Ihi That li:: ht-> my soul t. B> ni^lit, l>y day, her bonny fact • <'i*; By night, by day, she fills i thought, And lingers there for < The i \\ ad droop did ihe come near it ; Tli»* lily's hue, when wet wi' dew, Her neck can mair than peer it. The wretch wba pine* In sorrow*! fll.'om, Despair his besom wringing, What wad I i eel like me. To Jeauie's bosom clinging? OH, NO, MY LOVE, NO. LOVE WAKES AND WEEPS. LOVE wake* and weeps, W bile Beauty si. () f.>r Mawie'f iofleot numbers! I rompt a th< For i: ream, in the pillow ot her slumbers. Through grovel o\' palm ilm, tlir- on the air are w heeling ; While through the ( I ■ The distant beds of Bowen ro- lling. WHILE I hang on your bosom dis- tracted to lose \ High swells my sad heart, ami I my teara How ; Vet think not of coldaeai they fall t » accuse you, Did I ever upbraid you: Oh, no, my love, no. , I own it would pi. I home could >mi '. rom Maria ■ But if it ^i\« to you, my dear Hai Shall IIm t.ie? Oh, no, mj love. no. Dl 28 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Now do not, dear Hal, while abroad you are straying-, That heart, which is mine, on a rival bestow ; Nay, banish that, frown, such dis- pleasure betraying-, Do you think I suspect you ? Oh, no, my love, no. I believe you too kind, for one moment to grieve me, Or plant in a heart which adores you, such woe; Yet, should you dishonour my truth and deceive me ! Shou'd I e'er cease to love you ? Oh, no, my love, no! SIC A WIFE AS WILLIE HAD. WILLIE Wastle dwalt on Tweed, The spot they ca'd it Linkum- doddie; Willie was a wabster guid, Cou'd stown a clue wi' ony body : He had a wife was dour and din, Tinkler Maggie was her mi- ther; Sic a wife as Willie bad, 1 wadna g-ie a button for her. She has an ee, she has but ane, The cat has twa the very colour ; Five rusty teeth, forbye a stump, A clapper tongue wad deave a miller ; A whiskin beard about her mo — Her nose and chin they threaten ither ; Sic a wife, &c. She's bow-hough'd, she's hein- shinn'd, Ae limpin leg a hand-braid short- er; She's twisted right, she's twisted left, To balance fair in ilka quarter : She has a hump upon her breast. The twin o' that upon her shou- ther; Sic a wife, &c. Auld baudrans by the ingle sits, An' wi' her loot" her lace a- wash in ; But Willie's wife is no sae trig — She dights her grunzie wi' a hushion : Her walie nieves like midden- creels, Her face wad fyle the Logan Water ; Sic a wife as Willie had. I wadna gie a button for her. OUR COUNTRY IS OUR SHIP, D'YE SEE OUR country is our ship, d'ye see, A gallant vessel too, And of his fortune proud is he, Who's of the Albion's crew; Each man, whate'erhis station be When duty's call commands, Should take his stand, And lend a hand, As the common cause demands. Among ourselves, in peace, 'tia true, We quarrel, make a route. An! iiaving nothing else to do, We fairly scold it out : But once the enemy's in view. Shake hands, we soon are friends On the deck, Till a wreck, Each the common cause de- fends. SANCO PANCHA'S MEDLEY. WHEN first I took Teresa, For better or for worse, I wouldn't let, to please her, Grey mare be better horse. We were two sweet yoke-fellows A perfect pigeon's pair, Till Mrs. P. grew jealous — That's neither here nor there. I only sung, I think of my beautiful maid. When she said You brute, you're going- to gal livant. . 114 «l l (Mill. , with hfe i addle, bridle, , Mr. ills. ir Mm. »' : l she sli.ill bl dancing, » temj t to Did. I m\ deary,— ,l v.i\ w luii I'm dealinj 1 Iks. ^ nrkaaire too.— fr«»m ^ nrkaaire, THE THRASH] g be lialt' kO - oil to cat, And li(|U T Ui In. M\ |ab< uri bard ; bat still 'tis ■wet Ami easy to endure : bile i t o to tkraah the a li< ' rich and \\ I inerrilj nag, m I swiu^- el tave Hail, i er, a ju£ of luv a ii ale. If from v at ad is bora, Our ii *Ti* merry Sir John B 6upplicM us ■ ill* the I ■ A ba wm,» round my Rail. To jo i d and a mug af brawn ben i ma. . : liar mouths I inibt uroi I iiiulien iipi My uife,aad tome sick (Head be* aide, \\ lio cannot «;iiii his bread. W nh theau uoliona I mei round my Hail, .My reward, tvbea work's o\< mug in brown ale. And when my mortal rare is run, All toil and labour vain, A jolly Lhrnaber shall mj llis crazy dad maintain. Thus will 1 work, and laugh, and sinp-, And at my thrashing toil ; I nleaa I'm called on by m> i. u. i nl my nam e - Then, accuatoaaVI to thraauing, I'll ewiag ri'uad the Hail, And thrash the proud toe, to se- cure iny brown ale. TASTE! OH TAB TASTE, oh taste, this - Drain the sparkling cup i , I our beari i Drink and aadm iii.i> nimble I your hour«, in ml l) a 30 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. WILL YOU COME TO THE BOWER. WILL you come to the bcw'r I have shaded for you ? Our bed shall be roses, bespangl'd with dew. Will you, will you, will you, Come to the bow'r ? There, under the bow'r, on soft roses you'll lie, With a blush on your cheek, but a smile in your eye. Will you, will you, &c. Smile, my belov'd ? But the roses we press shall not rival your lip, Nor the dew be so sweet as the kisses we'll sip, Will you, will you, &c. Kiss me, my love ? And, oh ! for the joys that are sweeter than dew, From languishing roses, or kisses, from you. Will you, will you, &c. Won't you, my love ; GIVE ISAAC THE NYMPH- GIVE Isaac the nymph who no beauty can boast, But health and good humour to make her his toast ; If strait, I don't mind whether slender or fat, And six feet or four, we'll ne'er quarrel for that. Whate'er her complexion, I vow I don't care, If brown, it is lasting", more pleas- ing- if fair; And tho' in her face I no dimples should see, Jjet her smile, and each dell is a dimple to me. Let her locks be the reddest that ever were seen, And her eyes may be e'en any colour but green ; Be they light, grey, or black their lustre and hue, I swear I've no choice, only let her have two. 'Tis true I'd dispense with a throne on her back, And white teeth I own, are gen- teeler than black ; A little round chin 'twas a beauty I've heard, But I only desire she may'nt have a beard. FLOWING HAIR. TIME has not thinn'd my flowing- hair, Nor bent me with his iron hand; Ah ! why so soon the blossom tear, Ere Autumn yet the fruit de- mand. Let me enjoy the cheerful day, Till many a year has o'er me roll'd ; Pleas'd, let me trifle life away, And sing of love till I grow old. THE ROSY MORN. THE sweet rosy morning peeps over the hills, With blushes adorning the mea- dows and fields ; The merry, merry, merry horn calls come, come, come away, Awake from yourslumber and hail the new day. The stag rous'd before us, away seems to fly, And pants to the chorus of hounds in full cry , Then follow, follow, follow the musical chace, Where pleasure and vigour with health you embrace. The day's sport, when over, makes blood circle right. And gives the brisk lover fresh charms for the night ; Then let us now enjoy all we can while we may, Let love crown the night as our sports crown the day. IMIM prettj litii. . \ little in. >i little nolle, my little h( uile, 1 rememl i .I tramped with in\ little on round m> neck, ami turned de little edibeli i> upon my i their crj , t Mr. Levi ! dere inning Mr. Levi ! drre tea handsome Mr. Levi! dear me ! the sound of their ■a ways made Fal lul la, &£. i way, nng man -con I growi i around in Londi I chant away old clothes; Clo-s lie— do— I raise aloud the cry, And as 1 pasa along, ■ the pretty damsels sigh. H ina heart ! vel, ; vat can I do; I console with them i as well a« 1 mn able; and, though j a circumscribed Jew, I tickle their fancy as veil as the best, for I al- j ways make 'em sinp: Kal lal la, &c. v uncle Aaroni died, ii heir tor !. • myself as how I I'd ki*^< trade ^ ith ! , hearts ; so I makes 1 id she, beautiful like a stick Be married seen i Ami And n i hat « ( i a little heir; Then .' Bne a \ Id Samiu |, ■«.. ft|j Jew \ id such a family. Bleat me heart, rat a ras I; I thought s It richer than Solomon in all hit glory, for I bad pot the true-bc- i Children Of ma heart around ind vat could my vife and 1 il^, but lal lal la, &c. 0! LIFE IS LIKE A SUMMER FLOW BR, ! LIFE is like a summer flower Bloomintr but In wither; () lore is like an April hour — Tears and smiles together. And hope is but a vapour light, The lover's worst deceiver; Before him now it dances bright. And now 'tis -jonc for ever. O joy is but a passing ray, era' hearts beguiling: A gleam that cheers a winter* day, Just a moment smiling* Cut tho' in hopeleaa dark despair The thread of life may sever. Yet while it beats, dear maid, I swear My heart is thine for ever OH! REST THEE. BABE. Oil ! slumber, my darling, th\ is a knight, Thv mother ■ lady so lovely and lit; :>2 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. The kills and the dales from the tow'rs which we sec, They all shall belong, my dear in- fant to thee. Oh! rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep on till day; Oh! rest thee, habe, rest thee, babe, sleep while you may. Oh ! rest thee, my darling-, the time it shall come, When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum; Then rest thee, my darling-, oh ! sleep while you may, For war comes with manhood, as light, comes with day. Oh! rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep on till day; Oh! rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep while you may. Oh! hark thee, young Henry, thy sire is a knight, Thy mother a lady so lovely and bright ; The hills and the dales from yon Low'rs that I see, They all shall belong, my young Henry, to thee. Oh! rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep on till day ; Oh! rest thee, babe, rest thee, babe, sleep while you may. THE MAN THAT IS DRUNK. THE man that is drunk is void of all care ; He needs neither Parthian quiver nor spear ; The Moor's poisoned dart he scorns for to wield ; His bottle alone is the weapon and shield. Undaunted he goes among bullies and whores, .Demolishes windows, and bi'eaks open doors ; He revels all night, is afraid of no evil. And boldly defies both the proctor and devil. As late I went out with my skin full of wine, Encumbered neither with care, nor with coin, I boldly confronted a horrible dun; Affrighted, as soon as he saw ine t he run. No monster could put you to half so much fear, Should he in Apulia's forest ap- pear; In Africa's desert there never was seen A monster so hated by gods and by men. Come place me, ye deities, under the line, Where grows not a tree, nor a plant but the vine ; O'er hot-burning sands I will swel- ter and sweat, Bare-footed, with nothing to keep off the heat. Or place me where sunshine is ne'er to be found, W here the earth is with winter eternally bound : Ev'n there I would nought b it my bottle require, My bottle would warm me, ana nil me with lire. My tutors may job me, and lay me down rules, Who minds them but dull philoso phical fools ? For when I am old, and can no more drink, 'Tis time enough then to sit down a'nd think. 'Twas thus Alexander was tutor' d in vain, For he thought Aristotle an ass for his pain; His sorrows he used in full bum- pers to drown, And when he was drunk, then the world was his own. IM1M L\lt AM) ( IICH< 93 uk an nhlch i I'll i charmer, Meat iny ■ | alone the i - t the flowers disj I hoe : tit of smiling ! charm 10 much Bl Then Come, my dear, ami let night invites to thee and i mer, cease to mourn, From \ . m my J >\s arise ; ir rej« t with rn, - >ise. '■ \ AS IX THE '.ODD SHIP ROVER. AS in the pood ship Rover, I'd the 1 i id around ; Ami for three years and over stch'd British ground* , ind landed, 1 left the i tin, I iLl relations stranded, Ami went t » si a again. That time bound straight to For- bore : Bui when \ \\ e put to - t |i>ii Thund i be m> pr I, \vh< \1 my i> -im, M off, \ ui wont t.» tea agaia« i tbledj . . h I'm quite disabled, Ami I •otijr. God bleat hi* royalty \\ an *a\ '(I me from the in I'll praise with low- ami loyalty, But in" again. BRUCE'S ADDRESS. scots, wha hae « i' Wallace Med: « ham Bruce has aften led! \a elcome to your gory bed, Or to glorious rictory ! - rhe day, and now \ the hour! See the front of battle low'r 1 See approach proud Edward's pow'r ! Edward! chains and slavery ! \A ha will be a traitor ku W ha can fill a coward's grave ? V\ ha sac base as be a sla\e ? Traitor! coward: turn and flee. \\ ha tor Scotland's king- and law Freedom's sword will strongly d ra w ; Freeman stand, OF freeman fa* Caledonian', on wi' me J By Oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains. We will drain our dearssri \< But they shall be, shall be i Lay the nn ad usurpers low! its tall in ei Libert] *s. la « \ ery blow : aid ! let us do, or die 34 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. BEWARE 0' BONNIE ANN. YE gallants bright, I redd you right, Beware o' bonnie Ann; Her comely lace w»e fa' o* grace, Your heart she will trepan. Her een sae bright, like stars by night, Her skin is like the swan; Saejimply Inc'd her genty waist, That sweetly ye might span. l'oulh, grace, and love attendant mov. And pleasure leads the van: In a' i heir charms, and conquering arms, They wait on bonnie Ann. The captive bauds may chain the hands. But love enslaves the man ; Ye gallants hraw, I redd you a', Beware «>' bonnie Ann. SMALILOU. THERE was an Irish lad Who lov'd a cloister'd nun, And it made him very sad. For what was to be done. He thought it was a big shame, A most confounded sin. That she could not get out at all, And he could not get in. Yet he went every day, as he could do nothing more, Yet went every day to the con- vent doar ; And he sung sweetly. Smalilou, smalilou, smalil u, And he sung sweetly, Gramachree and PaddyWha;k. To catch a glimpse of her, He play'd a thousand tricks, The bolts he tried to stir. And he gave the walls some kicks. He stamp'd and rav'd, and sigh'd and pray'd, And many times he swore. The devil bun. the iron bolts, The devil take the door. Yet he went ev'ry day, he made it a rule, Yet he went ev'ry day, and look'd like a fool— Tho' he sung sweetly, \c One morn she left her bed, Because she could not sleep, And to the window sped, To take a little peep. And what did she do then, I'm sure you'll think it right, She bade the honest lad good day, She bade the nuns good night. Tenderly she listen'd to all he had to say, Then jump'd into his arms, and so they ran away. And they sung sweetly, Smalilou, smalilou, smalilou, And they sung sweetly, smalilou, Gramachree, and Paddy Whack. THE SAILOR'S SONG. WITH steady ray the cold moon- shine Is slumbering on the shoreless brine ; The pendant,cuiiing in the breeze. Sweeps onward thro' the foamy seas ; — Where'er I roam, Beloved girl ! my wandering- mind Reverts an eye to times Lehiud, And thee at home! When brooding tempests gather o'er The heaving sea, without a shore; As night descends upon the deep And howl the giant winds, a..d sweep With awful power; I think how happy I could be, At home, or any where with thee At any hour ! When storms are soflen'd to re- pose, And Ocean's breast no ripple knows ; When, weeping o'er expiring day. Shines in the south with holy ray The evening-star; I I.AR AND CIIOK 85 turn ltd burn i i i.ii ! I i the \u-,ir\ . ntil before mir wistful < <• lulls of A 111 I I be elm o'ei shadow .1 « .M> lift' ! — 1 1 > > I Villi I I. (INLY in thi: MIND STRANGER, think me not too Judge with ran ur <>f my youth; Ere this curtain I unfold, Leu lo a simple truih. The heart nlone is worth a thought; • i urei boast no real a orth ; Bcmiiv may be sold or bought : (lit in the mind has birth. | . think not stranger, I would Mine «re features rovm*d to i I «• t.. clta«e the thought away, Uy simply show i LASH'D TO THB HELM. IN II rma, when clouds obscure i Ik i And thunders roll and lighl'nings . ! f all those dire alarms I think, in> Sully, on Ihj chain. s. ■ hid and i a n. I i d to ih«* helm, • lm, I'd think on thee, mj lo\ e« When rockl appear on ei 'r\ And art is vain t; aide; th an- The n i ii y )>o««)M I ■ lad .ll\ : 'I is hard enough, at lea to war \\ iti> bomte rom i elements that Airi peace with lovely Polly. Enough that, far from sight of shore. Clouds frown, and angry billows Still is he brisk and jolly : Aiul, while carousing with hi* mateu, H»r ht alth he drinks— aaticfcy The matte* of lovely Poll) Should thunder on tlie hor •rem, Mocking our sienab of distress, i thm dull melancholy Dare* not intrude, he braves the dm. In hopes to find a calm within The i o4 Polly. 36 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. GENERAL WOLFE'S SONG. HOW stands the glass around ? For shame ! ye take no care, boys. How stands the glass around? Let mirth and wine abound; The trumpets sound, The colours they are Hying, boys; To fight, kill, or wound, May we still be found Content with our hard fare, my boys, On the cold ground. Why, soldiers, why Should we be melancholy, boys? Why, soldiers, why ? Whose business 'tis to die. What, sighing : fie ! Drink on, and let's he jolly, boys, 'Tis he. you, and I, Cold, hot, wet, or dry, We're always bound to follow, boys, And scorn to fly. 'Tis but in vain, (1 meant not to upbraid you, boys,) 'Tis but in vain For soldiers to complain ; Should next campaign Send us to Him that made us, boys, We're free from pain; But should we remain, A bottle and kind landlady Cures all again. THE BEGGAR. A BEGGAR I am, and of low de- gree, For I'm come of a begging family ; I'm lame, but when in a fighting bout, I whip off my leg and I fight it out. In running I leave the beadle be- hind And a lass I can see, tho' alas ! I'm blind ; Thro' town and village I gaily jog My music, the bell of my little dog. I'm clothed in rags, I'm hung with bags, That round me wags : I've a bag for my salt, A bag for my malt, A bag for the leg oi'n goose, For my oats a bag, For my groats a bag, And a bottle to hold my boose. It's nowHeaven'bless you for your charity, And then push the can about, fol de rol de ree. In begging a farthing I'm poor and old, In spending a noble I'm stout and bold ; When a brave full company I see. It's " mv noble masters your cha- rity !"— But when a traveller I meet alone, " Stand and deliver, or I'll knock you down !" All day for a wandering mumper I pass. All night — oh! a barn, and buxom lass I'm clothed in rags, &c. FLY SWIFTLY YE MOMENTS. FLY swiftly, ye moments. Till Comus receive The nameless soft transports That beauty can give; The bowl's frolic joys, Let him teach her to prove,- And she in return, Yield soft transports of love. Without love and wine, Wit and beauty are vain; All grandeur's insipid, And rithes a pain ; The most splendid palace Grows dim as the grave; Love and wine give, ye gods Or take back what ye gave. WHEN I BEHOLD. WHEN I behold that angel face I fe^l love's fiercest fire ; I That form replete with ev'ry frrace, Was made to give desire le ; . i. . li ■ t.» you. PITY AND PROTECT THE \ B Oh ! pity ami protect the sl.ive. >boru daughters, who i t conquer, hearts Hint lave, < n ith a sifter's Mossing rotect the i Oh! pity ami protect the slave. HARK! TIIF. LOUD-TUNING HORN. ii bids re, An. ami with An«! i HER1 \\ illie. Here awn, th l>aud nu ,-iy name : Come to my bosom my lil only dearie, Tell me thou bri igest me my t\ illie the same. Wintei « in : and cauld at < ur pa I ting, U illie brought Welcome non tin no r, and wel- rome mv \\ • r t«> nature, toy \\ il- li«* to me. Rest, ye wild storm*, in the cave of your ■Inmbc How your dread bovlia^a lover alar Wank iitl, ye billow- ! Ami \\;itl I ance But, ■ ..linds I ide- tbal my >\ ill" 3S POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. BE QUICK, FOR I'M TN HASTE. AsVross (fee fields, the other morn, I tripped so blithe and gay, The squire, with his dog and gun, By chance came by that way; Whither so fast, sweet maid : he cried, And caught me round the waist : Pray stop awhile. Dear sir, said I, I can't, for I'm in haste. You must not go as yet, cried he, For I have much to say; Come, sit you down, and let us chat, Upon the new-mown hay: I've loved you long, and oft have wished Those ruby lips to taste; I'll have a kiss. Well, then, said I Be quick, for I'm in haste. Just as I spoke. I saw young Hodge Come through a neighbouring gate ; He caught my hand, and cried, dear » irl, I fear I've made you wait. But here's the ring, come, let r s to church, The joys of love to taste. I left the squire, and, laughing, cried, You see, sir, I'm in haste. MUTTON CHOPS. A SOLDIER and a sailor once By Cupid were betrayed ; Both fell in love — oh, dire mis- chance With the same black-eye4 maid. The sailor by a cannon-shot, Was of a leg bereft, And, from that time, it was his lot To have but. one leg left. Tol lol de rol, &c. 'Twas Molly Cook their love pos- sess'd, For she was plump and young; And then such nice roast beef she drest, With chickens, bain, and tongue. Oh, thou enchanting Molly Cook Too lovely, charming' fair Who on thy hill of fare could look And yet to love forbear ? Tol lol de rol, &u. One day the sailor he came there, Rigged out in clothes quite new ; His trousers of striped cotton were, His jacket old true blue. k < Oh, charming Molly Cook," lie cried, "My love,"— then made a slop. — "What would you have?" Molly replied, Quoth he. " a mutton-chop." Tol lol de rol, &c. Poor Molly, as you all Mill guess, Expected something 1 more; And, moping, went (how could she less ':) The larder to explore. Says she, " how will you have them drest, My hero of the navy r" Quoth he, " Dear Moll, I like 'em best Fried — and full of gravy." Tol lol de rol, &c. To cook 'em straight she did J»ec:in, And o'er the mutton sLhed ; When lo ! the soldier he marched in, Just as the chops were fried. Enraged — quoth he, * f I treason smell, Your precious limb I'll lop." *' My eyes," says Jack, '* what lies you tell, " You only smell — a chop." Tol lol de rol, &c. A smart engagement did ensue Between these men of war; But mutton did the rage subdue Of soldier and of tar. On Molly's chops these warlike men Fell foul, like heroes hold; \\ hat happened else— before — or then, Why— Molly never told. Tol lol de rol, &c • Ml \ \ ri\ K LAND, Vriile ! .. >dy, 1*11 h'i rin no more, i.i iu men > nimI 1 1 .11 ; re my peaceful by murmur lltng bell, the dazzling i shrink from fate's de- think not, cruel maid, that e another sir'' for thee. Allien, in 3 native, &c. bhadea of fro« n- rb of light, I \ I <\v mi more blow hollow death bear me hence, to find denies n, my native, &C« nv A1N. 'II I). dy. THE LAKE OF KILL ON tlu> bike of Killarm y I the lad, \\ BO With M>ng and With b> could make my I i Ami his hair wai - id his «-\ ei i ■ re io bi i lie like the stars in a COld lit : t my dear Paddy wai seen ; Oh, he look'd like- the fairies that dane'd on I All the girla of Killarney wore en willow t \\ hen first my clear Patrick sung me ; _, and he dane'd, and he 1 1 heart. And In save his dear heart with ■ d Mould i part. BY THE SIDE OF A MT It MUR- ING STREAM. BY the vide of a murmuring th.it Cii- i tin- da) ; .'.welt in are i el I'd, ie chief that strode for- i! sh I Hi, at— a Ie and all. 42 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. My love in worth shall higher rise — Nor time shall rust nor squalls capsize My faith and truth to lovely Nan. When in the bilboes I was penn'd, For serving of a worthless friend, And ev'ry creature from me ran; Nn ship, performing quarantine, Was ever s<> deserted seen ; None hail'd me — woman, child, nor man ; But though false friendship's sails were furl'd, Though cut adrift by all the world, I'd all the world in lovely Nan. I love my duty, love my friend, Love truth and merit to defend, To mourn their loss who hazard ran : I love to take an honest part, Love beauty and a spotless heart, By manners love to shew the. man : To sail through life by honours breeze ; — 'Twas all along of loving these First made me doat on Joveh Nan. THE VESTRY DINNER. CHURCHWARDEN I've been— let me see — very often ; You know it's a place of much trust ; And it's monstrous fatigues and hardships to soften, We eat, cry, and drink till we burst. We meets and we talks about how and consarning, As spokesman, I'm always be- ginner; But never so pleased as to give out this warning, Next Monday'* a vestry dinner. And none but an ill foul-mouth'd fellow 'd abuse, A snug little dinner and plenty of booze. At jobs, parish meetings, how oft' I've attended, And talked till I chattered my fill: How things were so bad, that they ought to be mended, But. first, why we swallowed our gill. And why, talk's fatiguing, and moisture is Mauling, 13 y each spokesman, or else I'm no sinner ; And to make more thirsty, to hear we are all panting, Next Tuesday's, &c. &c. Feasts on Thursday and Friday, and Saturday follow; On business 'tis always we dine; Well-fed argument, folks say, your starved talk beats hollow. When moistened with tongue- oiling wine. Then -who'd not be warden who breathes in his senses, Fine pickings he'll find on the bone. Every week day I feast upon pa- rih expenses, And on Sunday I fast at my own. Spokeir."] — Because — why's why ; and I takes care the parish shall come down a little, for fear I should come to the parish; for if I do, I knows what's what— and whose grinders would soon have a holiday. And none, &c- BETTY WADE AND MR SOLOMON. I LOVED a maid Called Betty Wade, So tall and perpendicular; Her neck and face So pleased my taste In every particular. Her roguish eye Did seem to cry, If you would have me, follow, man Then at her feet I sighed, oh, sweet! i Do pity Mister Solomon. i hi ; i Your unknown to And linn I met \\ nil Bel ; j But sIm' was it k me. . ti\i- maid •'•jl,. 1 taller lie, a." THE SULTRY DAY IT \V! AW AY. THI'- it wears away, And o'er the distant leas The mist a.ain. in purple il h moist nn Ron er and I n eary hind indplougbs; • maidens fair, with b Go coolly to their a The red round sun his work has And dropp'd into his bed ; And sweetly shin'd the oaks be- hind, I curtains friitpM with red : And step by step the night has crept, But i 1 dark, night's en- irk, 'J ill day*i I'll t.i And like the bird whose Who hails shroud, I'll « And bl eninr hours. DELI PLEAS I RE. DELI DED swain, the pb not The tickle tan iir.', Thy horn il deceit e The billows on U I he i The clouds 1 uncertain n J hey are but t (' ! art thou not asham'd :»>at npon a feat u i [f man thou would'st be nain'd, Despise the iiUy creature. Go, find an honest fellow, befoi e t!i Ib»ld on till thou art mellow, And then t«« bed in fc] COME FILL ME A 1 COME fill me a bump br have no n e im- pert'i For I*ve 1 1 and nil love, And I find t i whimsies, b> j 41 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Whenfiist of all Betty and I were acquaint, I whin'd like a fool, and she sigh'd like a saint: But I found her religion, her face, and her love, Were hypocrisy, paint, and self- interest by Jove. Sweet Cecil came next, with her languishing- air, Her outside was orderly, modest, and fair; But her soul was sophisticate, so was her love, For I found she was only a strum- pet, by Jove. Little double-gilt Jenny's gold charm me at last, You know marriage and money together does best; But the baggage, forgetting her vows and her love, Gave her gold to a snivMing dull coxcomb, by Jove. Come fill me a bumper then, jolly brave boys, Here's a farewell to female im- pert'nence and noise ; I know few of the sex that are wor- thy my love, And for strumpets and jilts I ab- hor them by Jove. IRISH SMUGGLERS. FROM Brighton two Paddies walk'd under the cliff, For pebbles and shells to ex- plore, When lo.a small barrel was dropp't from a skiff, Which floated at length to the shore. Says Dermnt to Pat, we the owner will bilk- To-night we'll be merry and frisky, i know it as well as my own mo- ther's milk. Dear joy, 'tis a barrel of whisky. Says Pm<, I'll soon broach it, O for- tunate lot ! (Now Pat you must know was na joker;) I'll go to Tom Murphy, who lives in the cot, And borrow his kitchen hot poker. 'Twas said, and 'twas done— the barrel was bor'd, (No Bacchanals ever felt proud er), When Paddy found out a smail error on board— The whisky, alas! was gun- powder. With sudden explosion, he flew o'er the ocean, And high in air, sported a leg ; Yet instinct prevails when philo- sophy fails, So he kept a tight hold of the keg. But Dermot fcawl'd out, with a terrible shout, I'm not to be chous'd, Mr. Wise man, If you do not come down, I'll run into the town, And, by St. Patrick, I'll tell the exciseman. AS CELIA IN HER GARDEN STRAYD. AS Celia in her garden stny'd, Secure, nor dream'd of harm; A bee approach'd the lovely maid, And rested on her arm. The curious insect thither flew, To taste the tempting- bloom, But, with a thousand sweets in view, It found a sudden doom. Her nimble hand of life bereav'd The little daring thing; But first the snowy arm receiv'd And felt the painful sting. Once only could that sting surprise, Once be injurious found : Not so the darts of Celia's eyes, They never cease to wound Oh • V 11 wim;. i nj it. art U i All the»e Bailies, man. ' I i i in, i lain, ■ U M. HERE'S THE BOH I much, - >e planted ; > tin' li.i r,i sin.' us'd U) • i . i led ! - now unheeded i \\ i ■ : eatlie tlH.Mll I .1 lie, ihc iijitt to breathe I mr v bloom, but sta etly mov'd, stray d. Da: menti near Heaven ne'er fbrm'd i pity wept a dearer • Ml>s WIG] Mi-s \\ i. ]« \ her ! vcr eall'd irst Tli her hear: 1 Deputy Dent ; He It happened uulu< .tli. And be an ■ u ; bad nth, That completely had let dear bead ■ iilnmt i lod| ll, that bil j • us v. ere quite lette,be kn • be door, beaded, cried i 1 \\ «il bere'a ■ • What to «!".' cried M 4 I don't know l am - 4 He most not, at all i , out the \. i my soul, is there notl lud, what .shall * * I liave ir. ;i lit, I don't ( m i So nnd she threw, Ami manfully cried out, ' Sir, inaj c< me In.' tarted, die ive ■ kind Did i'ond lover e'er BttCh an ac- cident t .. She bridled M | Iii her flutter her id had no \ dued. His risible ■ • ■ : And i bile a load Hi- • retch'd U i . Hew. 40 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Distress on distress! what could these lovers do ? Though neither could laugh they both relish'd the rig- ; And, somewhat consol'd, while each vow'd to be true, She picked up lus teeth, and he search' d for her wig-. LOVE IN THE HEART. WHAT is it. that drives the red rose from the cheek, Or the lily displaces with blushes that speak ; That dims the bright beam by a tear in the eye ; That checks a young smile by a murmuring sigh — 'Tis love ; 'tis love in the heart. And what bids the soul the emo- tion declare, By the glance of the eye, when the lips do not dare — Aud what, when its meaning an- other can guess, Emboldens the tongue the fond thought to express — 'Tis love, &c. THE BANNER OF WAR. BEHOLD theBritannia! how state- ly and brave She floats on the ambient tides! For empire design'd, o'er the tur- bulent waves! How trim and how gallant she rides ! Yet love in a true Briton's heart, Wiihglorycontendsfora part; j And the fair cheek of beauty with j tears is impearl'd, When the banner, the banner of war is unfurl'd. On the shore how alert, how intre- pid the crew; How firm at their sovereign's' command ; Or dauntless o'er ocean her foes to pursue, And die for the cause of our land ! Yet one tear, ere the heroes depart, One sigh shall be drawn from the heart : One kiss on the cheek which sweet sorrow's impearl'd, When the banner, the banner of war is unfurl'd. Now forth to the conquest! the battle swells high. And fierce round the vessel it roars ; Hark ! the sons of Britannia, •' to victory!'* cry, And victory sounds to our shores: Then peaceful again to their home, Shall the patriot warriors come ; No more the fair cheek shall with tears be impearl'd, But the banner of peace stand for ever unfurl'd. THE CHILD OF A TAR. IN a little blue garmeni. all rag- ged and torn, \\ i ill scarce any shoes to his feet, His head quite uncovered, a look quite forlorn, And a cold stony step for his seat; A boy cheerless sat, and as pas- sengers pass'd, With a voice that might avarice bar, Have pity, he cry 'd let your bounty be cast To a poor little child of a Tar. No mother 1 have, and no friend I can claim, Deserted and cheerless T roam; My father has fought for his coun- try and fame, Eur. alas ! he may never come home ! I). . Of a poor inn- : Ry c i M b< ] No i And >natch'd h< , Dl t tr cw 'd and qo led n 1 AC. irn'd, when c him A forth his hand, and a I, my the war; ie, nor shall The poor little child of a i JACK OF ALL TRADES. N «n.ce Pel a train But it . I dock'd, and Tin bad pride, I don" :vant At U ■ air, inge a Quick Or dangle at the I urn, irrant, all ti i. LING BO* I, nud hang up I j , and ne'er think And by the brook side, as we angle We'll cheer up on: hoar imea <>n t!.< lvea u il lay, . Ike l at'ry citizens pla Sometimes with a fly stand a tree, And chuse out what fish our Thus void of all c happy than Uu That sit upon thrones and king- dom- For so ;uiet still I' Rut the man thal'fl content is more blest than a ki IF ANY SO \\ IF any so it sack he dM Let bun ili ink h. r and i mt : •rink wine, and sing a» it i He shall p like the lli October. POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. But he ■'ire, over night, if this dog- i\o you bite, Ycm take it henceforth for a yarning, Soon as out of your bed, to settle \ our bead, Take a hair of his tail in the morning'. And not be so silly, to follow old Lilly; For there's nothing but wine that can tune us; C»et his Ne assuescas be put in his cape-case, And sing bibilo vinuin jejunus. WOMAN, THOUGHTLESS, GIDDY CREATURE. WOMAN, thoughtless, giddy crea- ture, Laughing, idle, flutt'ring thing; Most fantastic work of nature, Still like fancy on the wing. Slave to ev'ry changing passion, Loving, hating, in extreme; Fond of ev'ry foolish fashion, And, at best, a pleasing dream. Lovely treasure, dear illusion, Conq'ring weakness, wish'd-for pain, Man's chief glory and confusion, Of ali vanities most vain. Thus deriding beauty's power, Belville call'd it all a cheat; But, in less than half an hour, Kneel'd and whin'd at Celia's feet. WHISTLE O'ER THE LAVE O'T. EIRST when Maggy was my care, Heaven, I thought, was in her air; Now we're married — spier nae mair — Whistle o'er the lave o't. Meg was meek, and Meg was mild, li nnie Meg was nature's child — VV iser men than me's beguil'd — Whistle o'er the lave o't. H>w we live, my Meg and me, How we love and how we 'gree, I carena by how lew may see — Whistle o'er the lave o't. — Wha I wish were maggots' meat, Dish'd up in her winding-sheet, I could write— but Meg maun see't— Whistle o'er the lave o't.- WHEN I WAS A YOUNKER. WHEN I was a younker, and Iiv'd with my dad, The neighbours all thought me a smart little lad ; My mammy she call'd me a white- headed boy, Because with the girls I lik'd to toy. There was Ciss, Priss, Letty and Betty, And Doll; With Me?, Jenny and Winney, And Moll. I flatter Their clatter, So sprightly and gay ; I rumble 'em — Tumble 'em — That's my way. One fine frosty morning, a going to school, Young Moggy I met, and she call'd me a fool ; Her mouth was my primer, a les- son I took, I swore it was pretty, and kiss'd the book. But School, Fool, Primer, Trimmer, And birch, And boys for the girls I leave in the lurch. I flatter, &c. l»OI'l LAK AM> » HOI i ■ i ii tin- bar i Ami when Bui i kef, Ami Cricket, Ami 1 I til. i Baiter, Ac. kSS'D in \n INGEL - in an aitgeft An taea lay ; i rt the < I .inn. Ami cali'd it- OWM away. nli, my Anna's chan Must never more return; I shall fill these a idow \1 arms ? use! — my Anna's urn. i t that bib* refin'd, \\ h il hen Uer I knew ? I hearts in sacred bondi en- tw in'd, *A ere bound b • I rue, rural train, which OIM as*d dance to turn, when Anna tin y amus'd, , deck her urn. Tin g from its chain, \i me lo her bn * To i ai i with tbee is all m> pain V . -then sunk t" i - I 'all her teat re tain, i ii. r urn. | \\ ith j ii lit r urn. PADDY ABDALLA4 u \ . MY father he Kit me ■ mug Utile cot, Which by one trifling- acci. . net < i t his will having de, Not a legac) in U paid. n n, O bom cbree whack : I a naif little cot„ built with w eateer-board stout, Which kept every tiling iNe but the vi at lu r clean out ; H ul a pu-sty for UOUltT) without ah) door, . high, and both uu the ground-floor. . i ut if ul garden with an II uu, And an elegant fish-pond dried u;i b) the ran ; Then the bouse stood convenient enough, > ou ma) Next door to the w bisk) -shop over the way. . Twai a freehold estate, htir-at- law was myself, la w w nil a -vritii an < . but to trj it *o 1 1 required, The freehold 1 1 it, h id expii d. 50 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. DRINKING SONG. COME now all ye social powers, S'uod your influence o'er us; Crown with joy the present hours Enliven those before us; Bring the flask, the music bring:, Joy shall quickly find us; Spurt and dance, and laugh and sing-. And cast dull care behind us. Love, thy godhead I adore, Source of generous passion : Nor will we ever bow before Those idols, Wealth and Fashion. Bring the flask, &c. Why the plague should we be sad, Whilst on earth we moulder ? Rich or poor, or grave or mad, We every day grow older. Bring the flask, &c. Friendship! O thy smile's divine! Bright in all its features; What but friendship, love, and wine, Can make us happy creatures ? Bring the flask, &c. Since the time will pass away, Spite of all our sorrow, Let's be blithe and gay to-day, And never mind to-morrow. Bring the flask, &c. MARY OF THE DALE. LET poets sound the high-flown praise Of girls in fashion's ring; In humble strains I chaunt my lays, And humble beauties sing: A simple boy, I sing, with joy, Sweet Mary of the dale. Her cheeks are like the blushing rose, Her bosom lily white; Her breath the sweetest gale that Wows, Her eyes like diamonds bright. -Such charms as these, Delight and please, Iu Mary of the dale. Her heart is innate virtue's seat^ And keen of wit her mind ; Her manners soft, her language sweet, Her sentiments refined. Yet she's so rare, So chaste and fair! Is Mary of the dale. By her once lov'd, howbless'd the youth ? What joys to him are known ? To call a maid, all charms and truth, A heart like her's, his own. Oh, happy he Must surely be, With Mary of the dale. LOVE NO MORE MY HEART POSSESSING. LOVE no more my heart possess* Shall delusive hope restore; How I loved beyond expressing? Bur, alas! the maid's no more. O, 'twas neither form nor feature, That could triumph o'er my heart ; Truth it was, and heavenly nature, Oh, how hard with these to part', Yet, adieu to useless sorrow; Man his fate must firmly bear; Nor, forbade of hope to borrow, Meanly truckle to despair. O, 'twas neither, &c SALLY IN OUR ALLEY. OF all the girls that are so smart, There's none like pretty Sally; She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. There's ne'er a lady in the land, That's half so sweet as Sally, She is the darling of my heart, And she lives in our alley. Her father he makes cabbage nets, And through the streets doth cry 'em, Her mother, she sells laces long, To such as please to buy 'em. II \N INE IN THE \\ I \ l *Ti*. ill' \\ «• imitate li i 111 When by noon » hen he's out of tight. ■ Fill them up now he sbj The higher be rii The more in* refl .1 m it tall Aj their maker declines* illy, illey. li ' ■>'» Turk, el) . But 1. till, I'll bear U all for Bally, art, Ami our alley. I the days ti. we but one i he day that ■ Itfa Sally, my lu-art, I our alley. My master carries me to church, And often am 1 blamed, him in the lurch, is named. Church in sermon time And slink Sally, ii the darling of mj heart, And . «ur alley. "\\ hen Christmas c sin, Oh then I shall h it up, and I I'll And would it wire ten th> nds, She is the darling of my heart, And she li\es in our alley. Ms master, and the neighbours all e and Sally, And but tor her, l\l bettor be, But when m; out, mindful of id marry Sally, itrikeapbuts , and then we'll W h But nut in our nl I AH CARE, THOU (ANKER. CARB, th u canker of w the tyrant Fill the merry • >'••< U my I Join in Bacchanalian i O'er the merry midnight bowl, O how happy we shall be: Day was made for Tulgar *ouls, lit, my boys, for you and me the villain, plunge him In; the bat< d miscreant * Mirth, with all thy train, come in Banish son on s, tears, and - O'er the n ALL ON BOARD OF A MAN OF \\ Alt. WOl'LD you know, pi h »w 1 e pass our time, "\> bile u e sail . the - Why, bolieve me my girl, In I True hearted ami mei 52 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Should the foe bear in sight, and all hands calPd on dock. Don't think jolly sailors are cow'd ; No, we'll teach them the old Bri- tish flag: to respect, And bid thein defiance aloud : Then to it like lions, perhaps we may go, \\ hat then— do we wince at a scar ? No, we sins; and we fight till we take her in tow, All on board ol a man of war. As for this thing; and that, which the lubbers on shore, Would fain make our lasses be- lieve, Why, d'ye see, 'tis palaver, my girl, 'nothing- more, So Nan, pretty Nan, do not grieve; No danger can ever our courage affright, Or shake the true love of a tar. For wherever steering we still feel delight, All on board of a man of war. THE BEWILDElt'D MAID. SLOW broke the light, and sweet breath'd tlie morn, When a maiden I saw sitting under a thorn; Her dark hair hung loose on her bare neck of snow, Her eyes look'd bewilder'd, her cheek pale with woe. Oh, whence is thy sorrow, sweet maiden ? sai;J I, The green grave will answer, she said, with a sigh ; The merry lark so sweetly did sing o'er her head, But she thought on her grief, and the " battle," she said. The breeze murmur'd by, when she look'd up forlorn, Hark ! hark ! didst thou hear — r twas the sigh of the morn. They say that in battle my love met hi.-* death, But ah! 'twas the hawthorn (hat robb'd his sweet breath. Come here, gentle Robin, live safe from the storm ; In my bosom now sing, there my true-love lies warm ; Ah ! Robin, be constant, my true- love was brave, Sweet Robin shall sit,and sing over his grave. SWEET IS LIFE. SWEET is life, when love directs us To a kind and virtuous fair; But when doubting fears perplex us, Then 'tis anguish,grief,auio lad so true at i : oi leTeille, oh ! AVhe name first rais'd t ihe point of war. \i ltamillie, e ir and far : •villi hi> wrist, he'd such a The ^irls would leer, you don't They laugh'd and cried, audsigird and died, To hear him beat his row dow (low. A son he had which was my dad, ght a I id as any, oh ! | Lid po, , oh ! 1 heir ■ TO hear him 1 | dow. u thur once, or I'm a du But \\ li.it was he to him A i thur ^i the modern i F< r by the pow'rs, from LujDoVm Their trophies ! bn He made Nap prance right out of Fra. AN iih h.s English, Irish, row dow dow. TIME IS ON THE AN Life's rough path, and let'l be itless youth pro; TO trifle time awa \ . But youth, a lleetWu April morn, I ii - lea* 'ii seem Every r.-se trill bear a thorn. And time is on the 1 Trip, trip to meas Dulcet as t Warble v,i ns of pl< ■ But ! fl be- And "is", And time is on the \> I 51 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. THE PLEASURES OF A HOT DAY. WHAT a plagues a summer breakfast. Eat whate'er you will ! Cold butter'd bread's a nasty thin^, Hot toast a nastier still. Then how to pass the time away Till dinner, there's the doubt; You're hot if you stay in the house, You're hot if you go out. And after dinner what to do, Not knowing where to move, The gentlemen are hot below, The ladies hot above. And now the kettle comes, full trot— That's not the way to cool one ; Tea makes an empty stomach hot, But hotter still a full one. Well, then, an evening- walk's the thing — Not if you're hot before ; For he who sweats when he stands still, Will, when he walks, sweat more. So now the supper's come — and come To make bad worse, I wot; For supper, while it heats the cool, Will never cool the hot. And bed, which cheers the old man's heart, Helps not the hot a pin ; And he who's hot when out of bed Heats ten times more when in. But, could thy bosom prove Faithful, my fair; Could'st thou still fondly love; Still absence bear. Oh ! it were sweet to be Lov'd as I was by thee! But, if thou'rt false to me, YVelcome despair. THOUGH LOVE IS WARM AWHILE. THOUGH love is warm awhile, Soon it grows cold ; Absence soon blights the smile, When it grows cold. Dearest, thy love was mine, My every thought was thine, Thus did our hearts entwine Ere love was old. BEGGARS AND BALLAD- SINGERS. MERRY Proteus of old, as by Ovid we're told, Could vary his shape as he chose \ Then why should not he my model be, W hen, in Charity's name, I im- pose. Spoken."] You must know, good folks, that I belong to the honour- able fraternity of beggars, ballad- singers, and show-folks; in beg- ging, as in all other lashionable employments, a little well-timed, smooth-faced flattery goes a great way ; for instance, now I address every old maid, for I am sure to know them by their vinegar coun- tenances, by the title of " most beautiful lady ;" — a raw, awkward fellow of a recruit, " most noble captain ;" — any person in a car- riage, "right honourable;" — and a poor country curate, with his shirt-sleeves seen at his elbows, by the title of " right reverend archbishop," for the love of Him who made you, bestow something on a poor Tol de rol, &c. There's a difference between a beggar and a queen, And I'll tell you the reason why A queen cannot swagger, nor get drunk, like a beggar, Nor yet be so happy as I. Spoken."] Why, how the devil should they ? you know they are obliged to support a kind of a dig- nified character : now I can change mine as often as I please ; for, like ■ I ;>r from the >\ i, mi th.it chai My knuckle- I hold Rat, and with t'other ana my bat, 1 tail uay 1 bold up ins - w your charity upon ■ in. lamed la t i : board ■ with- imart-Ucket w, dashed upon the billows, Her op*ning timberi creak, \c." II* r< r you ; \ on hat • mour t-> your country. An honour, ma'am, to be sure I have; but* like inoNt honourable gentle ., my honour consist-, In my — Tel de rol, c'vi . T'jere"- Dolly and I, as ballads we cry, On a couple of stools see us .id. \\ bile the ban Is aloud as the folks I then takes my fiddle In hand. Be, neighbours and frit ii it new song, entitled and called, M I am a \ ild and y " Come, J)i. k, play up. Stop, Moll, let u» resin the DOU a bit ii r - ' '• I am a vild and roving boy, 1'roy; A r'u l be, I'll lease Ibem nil, and I'll go with U I child . Ac. Tin - irn at our 1 . I la, I mean bo beg again, solicit your tmifc plaui folks, if you do not condescend to smile upon me, I mut- iny begging: trade is no b< than— Tol de rol, Ac, A SOLDIERS GRATITUDE. \\ HATE'Elt my fate, where'er I roam, By sorrow still oppress PJ1 ne'er f i I eful home That wanderer n j Then ever rove lite"- sunny banks, l By sweet. - strewed : Still may you claim a soldier's thanks, A soldiers gratitude. The tender »igh, the balmy tear, That meek-eyed pity | M\ list expiring hour shall cheer, And bless the wander. Then ever rose. THE WINDS \N IUSTLE COLD. GLEK. THE winds whistle cold And i miner red ; The i! fold. And the cattle in shed. 50 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. When the boar frost was chill Upon moorland and hill, And was fringing the forest bough, Our fathers would tro« I Tbp bonny brown bowl, And so will we do now, Jolly hearts! And so will we do now! Gaffer Winter may seize Upon milk in the pail; 'Twill be long ere he freeze The bold brandy and ale ! For our fathers so bold, T).ey laughed at the cold, V\"hen Boreas was bending- his brow ; For ihey quaffd mighty ale, And they told a blythe tale, And so will we do now, Jolly hearts ! And so will we do now ! FAITHLESS EMMA. 1 WANDERED once, at break of While yet upon the sunless sea In wanton sighs the breeze de- layed, And o'er the wavy surface played. Then first the fairest face 1 knew, First loved the eye of softest hue, And ventured first to sip The sweets that hung upon the lip Of faithless Emma. So mix'd the rose and lily's white, That nature seem'd uncertain quite, To deck her cheek, what flower she'd choose, The lily, or the blushing rose! I wish I ne'er had seen her eye, Ne'er seen her cheek of doubtful dye— A:id never, never dared to sip The sweets that hang upon the lip Of faithless Emma. For, though from rosy dawn of day, [ rove along, and anxious stray, Till night, with curtain dark, de- scends, And day no more its gleaming lends , Yet still like her's no cheek I find. Like her's, no eye— save in rny mind ; Where still I fancy that I sip The sweets that hung upon the lip Of faithless Emma. DROWN IT IN THE BOWL. THE glasses sparkle on the board, The wine is ruby bright, The reign of pleasure is restored, Of ease and fond delight. The day is gone, the night's our own. Then let us feast the soul ; If any care or pain remain, Why, drown it in the bowl. This world, they say, 's a world of woe, But that I do deny ; Can sorrow from the goblet flow ? — Or pain from beauty's eye! The wise are fools, with all their rules, When they would joys controul : If life's a pain, I say again, Let's drown it in the bowl. That time flies fast, the poet sings ; Then surely it is wise In rosy wine to dip his wings, And seize him as he flies. This night is ours ; then strew with flowers The moments as they roll ; If any care or pain remain, Why, drown it in the bowl. THE CHRISTIAN SAILOR. COME, never seem to mind it, Nor count your fate a curse, However sad you find it, Yet somebody is worse; In danger some may come off short, Yet why should we despair, For though bold tars are fortune's sport, They still are fortune's care. IVl'l LAK AM) ( Hoi- 57 up, M Up And i Sec Voin. II .. nan . life; it port, I if, I crien ; ■ «.* 1 1 it kept their bios - di t ii.ii M>rt, . i"\ e bad m . h thus, hold tars, i these u ords I'd outed, « ami limbs, eburataud douted th my two preciou* glims: Welti ihen they're gone! 1 cried in short, N my life did spare, And thns, thou^ii tars, Fss blind, and I'm a cripple, Y» t cheerfully would sin^, e my disasters triple, use n by] — "tuns for my kin^ ; Besides each Christian's exhort, P1eas*d, \s ill tome p»ty spare; A ad thus, though lars arc fortune's They *»till are fortune's care. IS THERE A HEART, is there a h< art thai nei er loved ? : t womau'i i Is there N man • an mark unmoved, Dear woman's tearful eye! Oli, bear him t.i some distant - inon- >\ here i>\ e ne'er delgni elL I And be s ho \\ itli bi | O THOU ART ALL I LOI i.. THE rammer gale, that gently bl joys I, the balm) • \s i delig ia in i i The rose-bud open not to bathe in morning dew as i delight in thee, l O thou art all to me, l All my heart holds dearly; Nevi r i vi. i a fillage swain Bo trulj , so dnci relj . The bee exults not In the sweets. Enrich r ihe meets, \s i delight in thee, i The i.uk rejoices aot tn rise At early morn, in cloudless »kies. As 1 deltg ht in thee, l O thou art all to me, «\c. HEIGIIO! MY LOVE. HEIGIIO ! beigho! my \< This fond heart beats t" r >ou, And ne'er shall time remove The flame to reason true. On vows of youth rely, Those vows « hich passion prove Nor coldly hear me cry, ■ Eleigho! helgho! my toi it i eeping clouds of rain, HMse tears of mine reprove l nmerited disdain. Each | . Bom< ■ plies, 6S POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Heigho ! heigho! my love! Ah! view that willow tree! Which in the vernal grove Bends low, and weeps, like me. Relent, O beauteous maid! Or here I'll ever rove, And sigh beneath i^s shade, Heigho! heigho! iny love! WHEV I DRAIN THE BOWL. WHEN I drain the rosy bowl, Joy exhilarates the soul ; To the Nine I raise my song Ever fair and ever young. "When full cups my cares expel, Sober counsel then farewell. Let the winds that murmur sweep Ail my sorrows to the deep. Let the winds, &c. When I drink dull time away, Jolly Bacchus, ever gay, Leads me to delightful bow'rs, Full of fragrance, full of flow'rs. When I quaff the sparkling wine, And my locks with roses twine; Then I praise life's rural scene, Sweet, sequester'd, and serene. Then I praise, &c. When I drink the bowl profound, (Richest fragrance flowing round; And some lovely nymph detain, Venus then inspires the strain. When from goblets deep and wide, I exhaust the geivrous tide, All my soul unbends— I play Gamesome with the young andgay. Ail my soul, &c. THE WAUKING OF THE FAULD. MY Peggy is a young thing, Just enter'd in her teens, Fair as the day, and sweet as May Fair as the day, and always gay; My Peggy is a young thing, And I'm no very auld, Yet weel 1 like to meet her at The wauking of the fauld. My Peggy speaks jae sweetly \\ hene'er we meet alane, I wish nae mair to lay my care^ I wish nae mair of a' that's rare; My Peggy speaks sae sweetly, To a' the lave I'm cauld : But she gars a' my spirits glow At wauking of the fauld. My Peggy smiles sae kindly Whene'er I whisper love, That I look down on a' the town. That I look down upon a crown; My Peggy smiles sae kindly, It makes me blyth and bauld And naething gies me such de light As wauking of the fauld. My Peggy sings sae saftly, When on my pipe I play; By a' the rest it is confess'd, By a' the rest, that she sings best i>ly Peggy sings sae saftly, And in her sangs are tauld, Wi' innocence, the wale o' sense, At wauking of the fauld. LUBIN OF THE HILL. WHERE Lowestoff waves its yel- low corn, Young Lubin does reside, Of humble state, and lowlv born Devoid of fame or pride. The shepherd's oreast is free from guile, 1 And knows not aught of i.!l : Yet who can woo and sweetly smile Like Lubin of the hill? •Though riches ne'er was Lubin'i lot, Content around him dwells; And though but few the sheep he's got, His fleece all fleece excels. Rear'd by his care, they frisk and Play, And rove about at will. ; Like when I ?ave mv heart away ; To Lubin of the hill. I I nts the rd'i vtill ; Itll I.U I'll? VIE ONLY \\ !TH I HIM. E\ ES. hi in tlif cup, i for wine. Yom my jlouI doth j Doth a^k a drink divine: i sip, I I would not change for thil . late a rosy wreath, it a hope, that there ther'd be. Hut thou there u did : st only ithe, it back to me; i ows anil smells, I i itself, but thee. ML DAY. I a her lute was playing; the maid ; 'd, and, while survey- arms, enamour'd, said : ■ .Ah, ting, t Lore is but an April di w < d Pelini i lay — ting, H ' nch d he sti lag — Love i \ pril day. Are in I. v.- ipeakl plainly from ihe • Tongues delude may, while ca "£» Hut the look tin Zelia t i-ii- t«-*l — nt'Vr Mid ListenM to ' Shell touch the string — Love is not an April day. ST. PATRICK WAS A GEN1 LEMAN. SAINT Patrick was a gentleman, and came o' daceut people. He built a church in Dublin town and upon it put a steeple; Hit mother was a Callaghan, hi* lather wa>* ■ Hi ad s , Ma sister was an O'Huolihaa, and his iirotiier an O'Grady. Chokis- Noh S nohl noh ! nohl Baccesi attend St. Patrick's fist, tor he's the daceat saint O, He pave the bugs and toads a I he's a beauty without paint O! The Wlcklow bills \ the lull But I know a hill that high, and talkr than tin in both, too. Twai that high mount where St. Pati Ids varmint, the begs, and he baliisJ I the \ CO POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. No wonder Hint we Irish boys should be so gay and frisky, For Samt Patrick taught the happy knack of drinking of the whis- key. *Twas he that brewed the best o' malt, and understood distilling, For his mother kept a sheeban shop, in the town of Inniskillen. Noh ! noh ! &c. Then should I be so fortunate as to so back to Munster, Och ! 1*11 be bound that from that ground, again I ne'er would once stir. 'Twas there St. Patrick planted turf, and plenty of the praties, With pigs galore, agrah m'estore, and butter-milk, and ladies. Noh! noh! &c. NAUGHTY POLL. MISS Molly Wilkins was a lass Who for an angel sure might pass, Did she not like so well the glass, Naughty Poll. I own I loved Poll Wilkins true, But of her failings nothing knew, For Poll was sly and artful too, Cunning Poll. At length was fix'd our wedding- day, And Poll, to make her spirits gay. Got drunk, and on the ground she lay, Naughty Poll. I left her senseless on the floor, So off I went, and never more Set foot ill Polly Wilkins' door, Silly Poll. To win me o'er she took great pains, But Fred a. drunken wife disdains, So single still poor Poll remains, Wretched Poll. Ye ladies take a hint from ine, Ne'er with the bottle make too free, Until you safely married be, Think of Poll. I LOST MY POOR MOTHER. I LOST my poor molber >\ hen only a child ; And I fear'd such another, So gentle and mild, Was not to be found : Bui I saw my mistake; For scarce was she gone, But I prov'd I had mother an^ father in one : And though at this minute lift makes my heart ache, There's not such another search all the world round. I'd reach'd my teens fairly, As blithe as a bee, His care late and early Being all to please me; No one thing above ground Was too good for his Rose ; At wake, or at fair, I was drest out so gaily, Lord, people would stare; And I say it again, though he's peevish, God knows, There's notsuch another search all the world round. But love, who they tells us, Does many strangs things. Makes all the world jealous. And mad — even kings They say he can wound. This love is the sore : — Since Colin came here, This father so kind is a father severe : Yet si ill will I spy, though he scolds more and more, There's not such another search all the world round. THE OLD SHEPHERD'S LOG. THE old shepherd's dog like his master was grey, His teeth all departed and feeble his tongue ; Yet where'er Corin went he was folio w'd by Tray, Thus happy through life did they hobble along. POP! LAK \M> < 1 i * » i ' \ . is heard i n the lull ami the |>l« n. Ami torrenta descended ami cold i lu- wind ; i ent forth mid the tem« Ti.i\ tcorn'd to he le t in the chimney behiud. At length in the Mi.m Tr.iy made bed, •mt death is the i in'a hand i>«- rear*d up ins u f.ik head, ; in eye*, and : 1 1 3 \i them for ever. THE BAY OF BISCAY ' i i I) roared the dreadful thun- der! i ain a deluge showers ! The clouds asunder i ni pou ei i ' night, both drear and dark, Our poor devoted bark, '1 ill next day, there die lay. In the Bay of Biscay <> | Now dashed apOB the billow, Our op*ning timbera creah : Fears a wat'ry pillow, |) the dreadful leak ! ing to slippVy shrouds, i breathless seaman crowds, As she lay, till the day, In the b t> < i B scay ! At length the wished fur m Broke through the hasy sk> ; I bea\ M Ibe hitter »ig/h; ( In the \\ In B I I ■ I I iy o ' i CHING AM) CRYING. to dj '. all - I And pity the man, While we spend our time la , who spends his m crj and bin i Cry their goods np and down, fur pre-eminence trj Ing ; \\ e'l r our time, And Uiink il no crime. That we live by laughing*, while they li\ e b\ crj lag. Let philosophers learn into nature by pi J And lear ied divines think of no thing but ri Their n btdoin n ould i For they're fools, ana [fwe spend our days laughing; and they spend theirs cryi See Tragedy writers to make intn i eep tr> ing - , Comedians to make us laugh heartily vying; It' you cotne to the U \\ huh think you He who nets you n laughing i i you a crj That with grief we came ln1 But that wli for Whib Bui leaf e the world laughiu itet'd it crj G 02 POPULAR AND ( HOICE SONGS. FAREWELL! THOU COAST OF (.LORY. FAREWELL! thou coast of glory, \\ here dwell**) my b!i es of yore ! Their names, their martial story, Your trophied tombs restore. Farewell! thou clime of beauty ! \\ here blooms the maid I love. Foml thoughts in pleasing- duty, Around her ever rove What phrase to shape " farewell 1 ' in, Tn vain this heart would tell ; Winds blow— white sails are swell- Oh ! native land !— Farewell! JACK RATLIN. 'ACK Ratlin was the ablest sea- man, None like him could hand, reef, or steer, No dang' ions toil but he'd en- counter. With skill, and in contempt of fear. In fight a lion, — the battle ended, Meek as the bleating lamb he'd prove; Thus Jack had manners, courage, merit, Yet he did sigh, and all for love. The song-, the jest, the flowing liquor, For none of these had Jack re- gard; He, while his messmates were ca- rousing, High sitting on the pending yard, Would think upon his fair one's beauties, Swear never from such charms to rove ; That truly he'd adore them living, And, dying, sigh — to end his love. The same express the crew com- manded Once more to view their native land Amongst the rest brought Jack some tidings ; Would it had been his love's lair hand ! Oh ! Fate ! her death defac'd the letter- Instant his pulse forgot to move ! With quiv'ring lips, and eyes up- lifted, He heav'd a sigh!— and dy'd for love. O SAY NOT WOMAN'S LOVE IS BOUGHT. OH ! say not woman's love is bought With vain and empty treasure ; Oh! say not woman's heart is caught By every idle pleasure. When first her gentle bosom know9 Love's flame, it wanders never; Deep in her heart the passiov. glows, She loves, and loves for ever t Oh ! say not woman's false as fair; That like the bee she ranges; Still seeking flowers more sweet ami rare, As fickle fancy changes: Ah, no, the love that fir.>tcan warm Will leave her bosom never: No second passion e'er can charm, She loves, and loves forever! ANXIETY FOR THEE, LOVE. ANXIETY for thee, love, Has marked my brow wifheare, The heart once blithe and free, love, Lives a victim to despair; The pulse a langour feeling. The eye bereft of fire, O'er all the senses stealing One fatal foml desire; Though Fate our persons sever. One bright blest thought can free My heart from sorrow, ever Assured I'm loved by Ihce. |»OP1 I 89 ui> hohom, SAM B Wl b the id of his inches; t heart, and i (1, i Sfling accident knock'd up Ins plan; ie had married another But his courage pluck'd up like a man : II, 'tis but st«>rin COtnet to-day. ■ ClI .! w.' Sam sail'd to the Indies, and safe- ly came b Afn :. ird knock > i bit chest he had more ind bis treasure -no re, A preveuted bii the land, And his chest of rupees, why he -aw iiion-, • I ■ : id. *t dry.' riui\ bit old ti He tliri'w ■ 1 1 1 • » t thought struck And mi di\ il m -urpi i/. d, >\ hen be found all M in tlir fob. folk w "Ml,! poor Bain had 111 * For,' says be, * 'twill he til a hundn Sam now going again for 1 rhino to work. When h s mule (a lucky wind felling) miii all his weallh, for a ter- rible Turk \A itli old Davy for cash had BO calling. Mm baring gold, dtd*a1 want a l And. what's better, hiH lass to her sailor pror*d b i \\ ith ln> grog and h:*giil be - I tin. as b Id'e, And lau r hs at the trouble* formerly knew ; Bani, ' mi this maxim in iv safely depend, ' Wbetl things come to ihe 1 they will certainly mend.* OH! DEAR, 1 AM A JEW . OH ! dear, 1 am a tew ; Bverj Hag i - ■' . And old baU lo k \ hv stray thy nder rale I Where wrapt in btful dream, \\ « b the fairy 1 1 While trejahliai lih i r am, The yellow in. rui'd G3 66 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Thv lover, at the wonted hour, Chides not thy stay with tender haste; His gentle form, in yonder bower, Is now to earth's cold pillow prest; Pale as the flower whose snowy bell Hangs weeping- near the wind- ing- wave, He lies in yonder lonely vale — He sleeps in yonder dewy grave- With tender songs to sooth his shade, The Muses tkrong'd around his bier; Oi\ yonder shrine pale Pity bled, And Friendship shed her wann- est tear; And still his fate the tear will move, While Virtue lives, his worth to own, Whose heart was the abode of love, And meek Compassion's tender throne. BACHELOR'S FARE. ONE night my sweetheart came to woo; When I was left and lonely, He looked so kind and handsome, too, I loved him and him only. Thevillage chime told supper time, What could 1 do, dear misses ? For, as I live, I'd nought to give, But bread, and cheese, and kisses. But bread, and cheese, &c. He asked my hand with such a grace, What woman could refuse him ? I think, had you been in my place, You'd say 'twas right to choose him ; t hung my head, and, simpering, said, — What could I say, dear misses ? i will be thine, though we should dine On bread, and cheese, andkisses. On bread, and cheese, &c. Next morning, we exchanged oux vows. I prize his golden present, Which seems like magic to disclose Each moment something plea- sant. His cheerful smiles each care be- guiles, Believe me, dearest misses, •Tis bliss to share with him our fare, Though bread, and cheese, ant, kisses. Though bread, and cheese, &c. MY WIFE'S A WINSOME WEK THING. SHE is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing, She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine. I never saw a fairer, I never lo'd a dearer, And niest my heart I'll wear her For fear my jewel tine. She is a winsome wee thing, She is a handsome wee thing She is a bonnie wee thing, This sweet wee wife o' mine. The warld's wrack we share o't, The warstle and the care o't, We 9 her I'll blithly bear it, And think my lot divine. THOMAS CLUTTERBUCK AND POLLY HIGGINBOTTOM. IN Chester town a man there dwelt, Not rich as Croesus, but a buck ; The pangs of love he clearly felt, His name was Thomas Clutter- buck. The lady he did most approve Most guineas gold had got 'em, And Clutterbuck fell deep in love With Polly Higginbottom. O ! Thomas Clutterbuck, And O ! Polly Higginbottom! I sing the loves, the smiling loves, Of Clutterbuck and Higginbottom . I itream He thou la hii n tei had i . ell in tin.* « in, Ldl a ill, .bottom ! - his little \ ite her, Ami u< her till his boat, i rather lighter. But ■ ind that she Mimmuin of his wishe*, ■ .Idly paid the waterman, .a jumped among the fishes. o! Polly Higginbottom, Be i 'im •* t.> the bottom. I the death, the doable death, uitterbuck and Higginbottom. ltoiuid Chester stalk the river i Ins yonng man and fair maid, Hii head locks like a salmon-trout, Her tail is like a mermaid. Moral. Learn this, ye constant loveri all, W ho live on England's island, ay t«> sunn ;» vaterj death la in. i n dry land. O! Polly Higginbottom, Who lies at the bottom, So sing the ghosts, the water- gfa 0f< lutteibuck and Higgmbottom. THE MILLER. MERRY nay the maid be i the miller, Wot fad day and fair day He't g till her. ■■ i fat And i \\ hen J >ng; and to my dualling; Tbo* I warn »by, . ui spy truth of ■ hat he told me. And that lii- warm and Mil, Ami room enough to hold me. liehint the tloor a bag o' meal, And in the kist »;ii plenty il hard cake s his mither haki And baim na scanty; A good tat sou, ;i sleeky cow, \\ ifl standing in the !., W hilst lazy puss, with meally mo tying at the fire. iny mither . And hida me tak the miller; For foul day and fair day 11. "s ay bringing- till her; For meal and malt she does iia want, ■ y thing that's dainty ; And now and then a kcckling heil To lay her eggs in plenty. In winter, when the wind and rain Blaws o'er the house and byre, He sits beside a clean hearth- stone Before a rousing- fire ; \\ ith nut-brown ale he tells his tale, AN hich rows him o'er fu' nappy Who'd be a king— a petty thing, \\ hen a miller lives sae happy. MARCH TO THE BATTLE FIELD. MARCH to the battle-field, The foe is now before Bach heart ,\ shield, And heaven in shining o'er us I C»b POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. The woes and pains, the galling chains, That kept our spirit under, la proud disdain, we've broke a a a in. And tore each link asunder! March to the battle-field, The foe is now before us ! Each heart is Freedom's shield, And heaven is smiling o'er us ! Who for his country brave Would fly from her invader ? Who. his base life to save, Would, traitor- 1 ike, degrade her? Our hallowed cause, our home and laws, 'Gainst tyrant Power sustaining ; We'll gain a crown of bright re- nown, Or die, our rights maintaining! March to the battle-field, The foe is now before us i Each heart is Freedom's shield, And heaven is smiling o'er us ! SOLITUDE. IT is not that my lot is low, That bids this early tear to flow; It is not grief that makes me moan. It is that I am alone. In woods and glens I love to roam, When the tir'd hedger hies him home; Or by the woodland pool to rest, When pale the stars look on its breast. Yet when the silent evening sighs, With hallowed airs and sympho- nies My spirit lakes another tone, And sighs that it is all alone. The autumii leaf is sear and dead, It floats upon the water's bed; I would not be a leaf to die, Without recording sorrow's sigh. The woods and winds with sullen wail, Tell all the same unvaried tale ; I've none to smile when I am free, And when 1 weep, to weep with me. Yet in my dreams a form 1 view, That looks on me, and loves me too ; I start, and when the vision's flown, [ weep that I am all alone. SIMPLICITY'S HOME. DEAR Marian, meek eyed placid maid, • With look and air serene, O'er me thy magic influence shed, And gild each future scene. I ask not wealth, I ask not power, Content must ever he Where'er thou dwell 'st, and every hour Be bliss that's shared with thee. A peaceful cot, with plenty stored While friendship there resides, Is all I ask, if at the board My Marian still presides. And what, though homely be the fare, In this secure retreat ; Though life is but a bitter stream, Content will make it sweet. CHILL WAS THE BLAST. LOUD and chill was the blast, And the bright snow fell fast, On a maiden's fair bosom who travers'd the plain, And oft a sad tear On her cheek, pale with fear, Fell in sorrow for him who in battle was slain. Down she sunk in despair, While her dark flowing hair Wildly wav'd in the blast that swept over the wold, And more white than the snow, Was her bosom of woe, And the heart in her bosom, alas ■" was as cold. I l.\K \ND nut the M \\ In Still a Amidst the « ilti itorm, nn, And be kitt*d her, and warm'd h« r bit arms. IN EVR1 1 I. It TILE VALLEY. rtlle v.iiUy, \\ i, li the grass, luct railj . I . lad an. I I Wtui - labour, Or, 10 the pipe ami labor, \\ ii. . iiy imiliug uit shade. Or bei ade. methods boldly, ~mk in hopeless grief; ir once treated coldly, Will quickly -rant relief. TOM HOW LING. HERE a sheer i.ulk lies poor Tom Bow lin_ . The darling of <>ur crew : Mo more hell hear the tempest bowline, For death has bronchi hiin too. His of the manliest beauty, His heart was kind and soft; Faithful below be did hi* duty, And now he's g one ;il it. Tom never from his word de- parted. rirtnea were so rare; Hit friends were many, and true- hearted, His Poll was kind and fair: And thou he'd Ming- so blithe and jolly, ' many*! the time and oft ; Bel mirth is turned to melancholy, : . -unc aloft. Ob lilt * to- ' i pipe all k That death, who d tart in yam i oori life bat d( n repi 1, Willi He bade hiscom, \% hil«- in distance be echoed the sound, — A sound I sliall ever deplore, — ; well ! — Alas ! I shall ne'er tee him i Shouts of victory honoured the When bravely in battle he fell ; Far, far from his villa: ere he bade his companions farewell. While in distance lie echoed the sound . THE COBBLER. LAST week I took a v And « ben I first did « i lite Like cobbler's wax unto her; But soon we went, by some mis- hup, To i her ; And *v \\ h icr. •Iiont her il k ? I thoegbl ihe*d ii enf to WOTk ami I. t her po, I Which Mj lid I'i'ak ii mi ■ y wife's a ti AULD ROBIN (.RAY. \ ol N ■fht me tor in-, bride, But lariac a crown, he had thine: betide; To mak thai crown a pund, my Jamie gade t l And the crown and the pund baith for me. Be hi. I n.i been awa, a week but only twa, When m> iinth.r she fell sick, and the cow was si My fathei brak his arm, and my Jamie at the m And auld Robin Gray cam a-ccirt in£ me. My father couMna work, and my mither couMna spin ; 1 toil'd day and eight, hut their bread I couMna win: Auld Kol) maintained ihem baith. and wi' tears in Ii - Said Jenny, for their mkes, O marry me My heart it said nay, I look\; Jaime back ; But the wind it blow hi-h.andthe ship it pi The ■ >|» i> |>ro\M , wh> didna Jenny di- i And why do 1 live to say, POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Auld Robin arrued sair, though my inither didna speak, She look'd in iny face till my heart •was like to break ; So they pied him my hand, tho' my heart was at the sea, And auld Robin Gray is a gude man to me. I hadna been a wife a week but only four, When sitting sae mournfully at the door, I saw my Jamie's wraith, for I cou'dna think it he, Until he said, Jenny, I'm come to marry thee. O, sair did we greet, and muckle did we say, We took but ae kiss, and tore our- selves away: [ wish I were dead,' but I'm nae like to die, And why do I live, to say waes me ? I gang; like a ghaist, I carena to spin, 1 darena think on Jamie, for that wad be a sin ; But I'll do my best a gude wife to be, For auld Robin Gray is kind unlo me. GLOOMY WINTER'S NOW AWA. GLOOMY winter's now awa, Saft the western breezes blaw; Amang the birks of Stanley shaw The mavis sings fu cheery O, Sweet the craw flowers early bell Decks Gleniffer's dewy dell. Blooming like thy bonhie sel' My young, my artless dearie O ! Come, my lassie, let us stray O'er Glenkilloch's sunny brae, Blithely spend the gowden day, I 'Midst joys that never weary O ! ' Tow'ring o'er the Newton Woods, J Lav'rock's fan the snaw r -whit€. clouds, Siller sau^hs wi' downy buds Adorn the banks so briery O! Round the sylvan fairy nooks. FeathVy breckans fringe the rocks; 'Neath the brae the burme ,'ouks, And ilka thing is cbeerj O! Trees may bud and birds may sing, Flowers may bloom, and verdure spring, Joy to me they canna bring, Unless wi' thee, my dearie O! HE THAT WILL NOT MERRY BE. HE that will not merry merry be, With a generous bowl and a toast, May he in Bridewell be shut up, And fast, bound to a post . Let him be merry merry there, And Ave'll be merry merry here ; For who can know, where we shal go To be merry another year ? He that will not merry merry be And take his glass in course, May he be obliged to drink small beer, Ne'er a penny hi his purse: Let him be merry, &c. He that will not merry merry br With a company <>f jolly boys, May he be plagued with a scold- ing wife, To confound him u ith her noise • Let him be merry. &c. He that will not merry merry be With his mistress. in his bed ; Let him be buried in the church- yard, And me be put in his stead. Let him be merry, &c. TIGHT IRISH LAD. I DAN CD on the green, when scarcely fifteen, And all the lads call'd me then neat little queen ; My heart was ne'er sad, but, jo. C.und and glad, I fooled by turns with each tight Irish lad. \\1> ( Holt w kta heart 1 IM Irish l.id. i l lo die, the chureh it Mis >\ i- buried him quickly, I little A third toon I bad, he i li threw of and kilt lh< li ten I. i«l. And third time, when v pi line, i low I'm left; and I think it .ui, to My, uitu • I 111. Oh Jet the prieat join us, my light English lad. oo Ted ■ naake hat li. Teddy from behind ■ beak, N\ li- i 'nine* Now like llgbtali Hii ejee with Miatrhing up tin | Pouring out his pleai u \\ bibl hair delighted, half a Kate the time did Ah ! the will do, in v I Arrah, now I'm < Ted waa born with Joy to make Kathelin run craay« K \TlirJ.IN AND TEDDY. K.vi HELIX Ml nil alone, beaid* her, While from Teddy, who was gone, is did divide her. li Itea, which she'd been us\l to hear, led behind him. t she tried her woes to Till once again abe'd Bnd him. i loodle loo, • Tod waa bom with grief to make Katheliii run rra them up and laya them doa And now lior boaom*a panting*, And now lb . i idnowahe'd I i it. lily itill was wanting;: And i e i'i|u • i f in Jdy, Ami favour- ite ri . Paddy ! GIVE ME THE RUBY GRAPE. LET lovera sing of rose» sweet, i urns the toper 1 1 Such strains, for maudlin f.. meet, Bear far from me awl My fancy manly slums would npe, A nobler theme proposes. Give, oh cive me the ru And mingle it with i Theplass enj.»y*d by rcas.'n'- The linking bear! boars up ; He i\ en | a\ a the grape (or health, but man Put prison in the cup : And who would love's (haste pow- er escape, \\ bich had' our bliss comp Give then, give me ruby grape, liut mingle it with rot AWAY WITH MEL AXl HOLY OOBT. With inelanclu.lv. Nor doleful chin On life and human f< II y, But men ily let u si Fallai II I POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. For what's the use of sighing, W hen time is on the wing-; Can we prevent it's Hying ? Then merrily let us sing", Fa] la. Come on ye rosy hours, (iay smiling- moments bring, We'll strew the way with flowers, Ami merrily, merrily sing, 1 al la. WHEN ARTHUR. GLEE. WHEN Arthur first in court began, To wear long hanging sleeves; Ho entertained three serving men, And all of them were thieves. The first he was an Irishman, The second he was a Scot ; The third he was a Welchman, And all was knaves I wot. The Irishman he iov'd usque- baugh, The Scot lov'd ale called blue- tap, The Welchman he lov'd toasted cheese, And made his mouth like a mouse-trap. Usquebaugh burnt the Irishman's throat, The Scot was drown'd in ale. The Welchman had like to have been chok'd by a mouse, And he pull'd it out by the tail THE CONTENTED PEASANT, HAPPY is the peasant's lot, Serene his moments flow, Sheltered in his lowly cot, He hears the tempest blow; A frugal meal, a faithful wife, And children dear possessing, He holds his steady course thro' life, Nor asks a greater blessing. Daily at the peep of oawn His labour bids him rise. Whistling o'er the dewy lawn, W ith plodding steps he hies. Contentment makes his travel light, O'er mountain, or thro' valley, No matter, so he meets at night A loving look from Sally. HOW GREAT IS THE PLEASURE. HOW great is the pleasure, how sweet the delight ? When soft love and music to- gether unite. How great is the pleasure, how sweet's the delight ? When love, soft love and music unite. Sweet, sweet, how sweet the de- light ? When harmony, soft harmony and love do unite. THE BACHELOR'S FARE. A BACHELOR leads an easy life Few folks that are wed live bet- ter ; A man may live well with a very good wife, But tho'puzzle is how to get her. There are pretty good wives, and pretty bad wives, And wives neither one thing nor t'other ; And as for the wives who scold all their lives, I'd sooner wed Adain r s grand- mother. Then ladies and gents, if to mar- riage inclin'd, May deceit and ill humour ne'er trap ye ; May those that are single get wiv\s to their mind. And those that are married, live happy. I life, • i . ,.<1 husband deal Ij • le find .awl, \ be lii»i*i»y • MKN. Hid, j mi tliiuk upon ill plamly - i and the l'« ny « iiuls «1 « » blow. v. ar ;t nation. W i ir ; Our r a 'em . bO know. And j v. lads do blow, Then Ami M ; \\ hill bold ;iilvn.' Our . *\ bx Britain \\ li > \\ bile the itonnj BARNM i:LL. unwell itood a< ■ door, A customer hoping to find, sir. Bat the tail of his coat wa hind nitcd and smart, r, i'v.' exhausted my stock o*late, t nothing left but a • Could you make tour peon 1 of chocolate.'' Hump ti iddity. « ii up to the Which made her look prouder and prom, >d on end H ithsiir And her's with pomatum and powder* Tbebui itood, The lady, who wifth'd to be I i ivli, ir, my nai. Ifllwood, And I h)\\ BBT IRIN. Oil, I T> the land ul the Is, ami ■ Ami t imphant na all the world k: 77 i ml. Hai | • i the Thiath .ilk how thov li\e, why 'lis blarney and stuff, I cau . iivo man lo live all i and i teach thrm to i Their froga and soup maigre are nothing but troth. To our beef ami potatoes, and lej broth. Then what country for li\i Kriu mi (it, tlity'a homeland the birth- plac Then let aa be 1 1 The* may talk of their wonders i tur as they plea By Saint Patrick, their all nothing I They say they can fight, bul all tin For as toon a> we charge, lax Then, oil. may the land t\\%t grows out oi the Flourish long in | r und : d, and Ireland, and can p| They outshine Hw in in courage, and beaut] Then let us he Q 11 J 78 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. YOUNG ALLAN. THE sua In the west fa's to rest in the e'enin'; Ilk mora blinks cheerfu' upon the green lea, But, an ! on the pillow of sorrow aye leanin', Nae morning,nae e'ening,brings pleasure to ine. O ! waefu* the parting, when smil- ing at danger, Young Allan left Scotia to meet wP the fae ; Cauld, cauld now he lies in a land amang strangers, Frae friends and frae Helen for ever away. A.s the aik on the mountain re- sists the blast rairift', Sae did he the brunt o' the bat- tle sustain, - Till treachVy arrested his cou- rage sae darin', And laid him pale, lifeless, upon the drear plain, Cauld winter the flower divests o" its cleadin', In simmer again it blooms bonny to see, But naething, alas! can e'er heal my heart bleedin', Drear winter remaining for ever wi' me. GALLANT TOM. IT blew great guns, when gallant Tom Was taking in a sail; And squalls came on, in sight of home, That strength en'd to a gale. Broad sheets of vivid lightning glar'd, Reflected by the main, And even gallant Tom despair'd To see liis love again. The storm came on! each rag i aboard Was into tatters rent; The rain through every crevice pour'd : All fear'd the dread event. The pumps were choak'd, their awful doom Seem'd sure, at every strain, Each tar despair'd, e'en gallant Torn, To see his love again. The leak was stopt, the winds grew dull, Tlie billows ceasM to roar; And the torn ship, almost a hull, In safety reach'd the shore. Crowds run to see the wond'rous sight : Tlie storm had ra&'d in vain; And gallant Tom with true delight Beheld his love again. THE HARPER OF MULL. WHEN Rosie was faithful, how happy was I, Still gladsome as summer the time glided by ; *r\y'd my harp cheerie, while fOndly I sang 1 Of the charms of my Rcsie the. a? inter nights lang, But now I'm as waefu' as waefu* can be, Come simmer, come winter, 'tis a' ane to me, For the dark gloom of falsehood sae clouds my sad soul. That cheerless for aye is the Har- per of Mull. I wander the glens and the wild woods alane, la their deepest recesses I make my sad mane ; My harp's mournful melody joins in the strain, While sadly I sing of the days that are gane, Tho' Rosie is faithless, she's not the less fair, And the thought of her beauty but feeds my despair, With painful remembrance my bosom *s full, And weary of life is the Harper of Mull. I N D < 11014 ro- • ui i laspM Ike >\\ 10 in\ bl • m slumbers my II bhflll lull. Mull. i\(, 1- IN LEATHER MY ! her Lane, «l to the wind an But the wind nnd the rain l defy: warms the* coldt - i ubbinda the fair; • • BCourii gol . « t, Bloomsbury O! wns I a quart, pint, or gill, i abb'd by ber delicate hands ! if they will, Of len ruing and houses and lands. 3ut .in! nbould she false-hearted .1 I'll da nib' in air ; IVC, Street, Bloomsbury j air#t, r;e O k |il | Then r just b , i.tji, \\ bicb thou m r i i blushing bud, I mi re to bide. I'll ibi.it on ilka ipnt AN bare I bae been w\* tb< I'll rail in uiiiid .some fond-love tab-, B] < \ r\ burn and ti Til hope that cheen tin* mind, Tbo* lovers absent be. And irben I think I see thee siill I'll think I'm still wV t STUDY AND PLEASURE. WITH study to fill up our leisure, ■ itncient philosophers preachy TIs better to fill it villi pleasure, Both nature and I) mpathyU Believe me, the man is mistaken, \\ bn in books only fimls bil light; No siudy t> ple ai nre ran waken, Like studying eye* that bright. If by physiognomy learning?. The mind through the features. to trace, Grave brovs of philosophers spurn- in?, I'd study in woman's sw eel Till I LOVER. x, ,, »*- . *.• , IN • 0LAS8 OF old WIN1 \\ II \ r ails this heart o 1 mine ? M • «ii^ tbii a WHILE I hare my bottle, I'll I mo a> turn cauld as never onnplain, tth, i in- »ii inkers of hock or I thee ? rhmmpnigne ; so POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. It strengthens my body, my spirit it cheers, And adds to my life, ay a dozen good years, A glass of old wine. I From my snug* little cottage I ne'er wish to roam. But I'll drink a good health to 1 the lads far from home. By land and by sea we have con- 1 quer'd, they tell us, So— soldiers, and sailors, and all jolly fellows — In a glass of old wine. At home and abroad now together we stand, And in friendly alliance are bound heart and hand ; Confusion to those who such friend- ship would sever, So— the King, and the Prince, and old England for ever. In a glass of old wine. LUNNUN IS THE DEVIL. WHEN at home with dad. We never had no fun, sirs; Which made ine so mad, I swore away I'd run, sirs. 1 pack'd up clothes so smart, Rib'd stockings, waistcoats pret- ty— With money and light heart Tript off to Lunnun city. Ta ra la ra la, &c. Soon as I got there, I runn'd about quite silly, At all the shows to stare, In a place call'd Piccadilly. •Oh, such charming sights ! Birds in cages thrive, sirs: Coaches, fiddles, fights, And crocodiles alive, sirs. Believe me now, good folks, (To He I ain not Milling) I see'd, without a joke, All Dublin for a shilling. A man com'd by the door, AN ho call'd me awkward dunce, sirs, And said, he paid no more To see the world at once, sirs. Then to the Strand I sped, And there my eyes did feast, sirs, To see a man in red Exhibit the wild beasts, sirs, Saying, gentlefolk, walk in — We've apes and monk ies plenty. Says I, for one within, Without — I'll shew you twenty. I went, one day, to spy The gentry in Hyde Park, sirs— A girl push'd rudely by, To whom I did remark, sirs: Though your face be mighty fair, I've seen a bear more civil, Then so little clothes you wear — O, Lunnun is the devil ! To the playhouse then I goes, Where I see'd merry faces; And in the lower rows Were servants keeping places. But players, I found soon, They manage things quite funnj; For there they'd Honeymoon Before they'd Matrimony. Now, having pass'd my time In seeing all I could, sirs, I'll e'en give up my rhyme, If you think fit and good, sirs. And should my ditty please The posies of this garden, To me 'twill be heart's-ease — If not — I ask your pardon. ILL TEMPER AND GOOD NATURE. GOOD nature puts each heart at ease, And softens pain and sorrow; F« , en ugliness itself to please, From that a charm can borrow : While beauty, like an April day Is clouded in a minute; And. through ill temper,fades away Without one comfort in it. [•DIM I.Alt AM) ( HOI- 81 com- ... ill temper l «\ ii ; should ■ \il. I fill - call, it mother. . vt in. uhl. iture . id, and be creature. The i \\ , , man la cope ami wrestle, ulways isel. fair, mankind to i Or unruly ; w may Be i ansu er coolly. THE GALLEY 8LA1 B. te ! once I free jr*d f t,i|»y as bapj.y could be, ltd ! even hope is oy\l, I by Hie lot-, 'twas the i i thought brings to mind my t the oar. 1 it !n> fate ! oh, bow do ! | fy rnnls I I my full si i i in- sharp I ^ < i in \ breast bleeds for her I \\ bile ■ round n ■ bill isb, I tighl ami still lag at the our. 1 had plea* siu<- In I The port when I we'd in view ; — B to mine. dark blue v:iw Ami, when ><• fai'. my •] .My nalivc land, [ 82 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. THE FAITHFUL HEART. BE mine, dear maid; my faithful heart Can never prove untrue; 'Twere easier, far, from life to part, Than cease to live for you. My soul, gone forth from this lone breast, Lives only, lore, in thine; There is its only home of rest, Its dear, its chosen shrine. Then turn thee not away, my dear, Oh! turn thee not away, love; For by the light of truth I swear To love thee night and clay, love. 'Tis not mine eye thy beauty loves, Mine ear ihy tuneful voice; But 'tis iny heart, thy heart ap- proves, A life enduring choice. The lark shall first forget to sing-, When morn unfolds the east. Ere I by change or coldness wring Thy fond confiding breast. Then turn thee not away, my dear, &c. When cruel fnte ordaiu'd it so, Ere Hon had time to say— How fare ye ? An envious ball convey'd the blow That clos'd in death the eyes of Mary. Ben's arms receiv'd the falling fa i r, Grief, rage, and love, his bosom tearing, His eyes reflected wild despair, No more for life or safety caring. Close came the foe— Ben madly cried, Ye adverse powers come on, I dare ye ; Then springing from the vessel's side, llush'd on the foe, and died for Mary. FAITHFUL MARY. THE decks were clear'd, the gal- lant band Of British tars each other cheer- ing ; Each kindly shook his messmate's hand, With hearts resolv'd, nor dan- ger fearing; Ben Block turn'd pale, yet 'twas not fear. Ben thought he had beheld some fairy, When on the deck he saw appear, In seaman's dress, his faithful I Mary. Her cheek assum'd a crimson glow Yet such for love her noble daring, No prayers could keep her down below, With Ben she'd stay, all perils sharing ; DEATH LISTENS NOT TO LOVE. WHERE shall I go to seek repose Or check my wand'ring mind ? To whom shall I the grief disclose, That's in my breast confin'd ? Full many a gentle friend I meet, Within this lonely vale, Who try my sorrows to defeat. With some delusive tale. With some I o'er Ihe mountains stray, Or thro' the meadows green, Where lofty tree-tops gently play, Fann'd by the winds serene. The mountains, meadows, or the trees, Stand me in little stead ; Nor can the groves' sweet warb- lers please, Since lovely Sarah's dead! They but recount those hours o'er, And bring unto my view, The bliss I now must taste no more. Which with my Sarah grew. I've trod these plains at morn and eve, With her so fair and chaste; No prospect can that heart re- lieve \\ hich bleeds for pleasures past. ;„,■■ s\\ i m; lllk«» IN j Sw< i .nl, 111 one I git/ t its play, Ami iiwn Ihe stream, iU burden u ished I • -■i of the b i .mi. I her only fli.uin, Biniles so che< i I terror and alarm, nt > I may make mine, seem, thought give-, birth to bliss •> of the silver THE LARK. n k Indi r. , I -in rounded with thorn. .1 of their «• , and tree : ur m r. !i me. M\ BET KITTK 0' I H A Ho I Ml (UK. N\ hen « i i m, • •neaUi her flow- But, no, a inert a 1 fair WAS she, Surpassing .r betide : And youths a ipeer*d her < ' be— i i Kitt> ..* the Clyde. the boatman unread a sail, And While \\U <1 ' nip, The boat waa ni iet bj Che ;;aie, r K i 1 1 > Boating ; .I into the ^ii\ er w r Cupid for mj guide, And thought my heart weel lost t > MH i t Kitty <>' the Clyde. But Kitt\'s aye a nigh born fair, A lowly name l can \ , com- pare, AN ho woo the maid to m:«rry; But she nae scorufu' looks on u»c. And joy may yet betide, For hope dares Rafter mine may be et Kitty o* the Clyde. I LEAVE My HEART \\ II il 'in; 1 LEAVE my heart \»P thee, my Tho* fore'd fron itray \\ i' inirkle grief I onward ino\e, And lonely t.tke m> \ 61 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. How tedious will the hours ap- pear. Each clay a year to me ! For ah ! my love, my only clear, I leave my heart wi' thee. Tho' fragrant wreaths my eyes invite, Thy beauties smile around, In roses red, in lilies white, Thy blooming sweets are found ; Nae other's charms my een can cheer, Alike all seem to me, For ah! my love, my only dear, I leave my heart wi' thee. At my return, ah! may 1 find Thy truth defy auld Time ; I'll bring thee pelf, that rules man- kind, Ere yet I've lost my prime ; Thy vows of truth alone can cheer, Alone give bless to me, For ali! my love, my only dear, I leave my heart wi' thee. LET AMBITION FIRE THY MIND. LET ambition fire thy mind, Thou wert born o'er men to reign. Not to follow flocks design'd ; — Scorn thy crook, and leave the plain. Crowns I'll throw beneath thy feel; Thou on necks of kings shalt tread ; Joys in circles joys shall meet, Which way e'er thy fancy's led. Let not toils of empire fright, — Toils of empire pleasures are; Thou shalt onlv know delight, All the joy, but not the care. Shepherd, if thou'lt yield the prize, For the blessings I bestow, Joyful I'll ascend the skies, Happy thou shalt reign below. O'ER THE LAWNS. O'ER the lawns, up the hills, as with ardour we bound, Led on by the loud sounding horn, Kind breezes still greet us, with cheerfulness crown'd, And joyful we meet the sweet morn. Chorus. Rosy health blooms about us with natural grace, Whilst echo re-echoed enlivens the chace, Should all the gay larks as they soar to the sky, Their notes in a concert unite : The music of hounds when set otf in full cry, Would give a more tuneful de- light. Rosy health, &c. 'Tis over, 'tis over, a pleasure di- vine Fresh air and full exercise yield, At night, my good friends, o'er the juice of the vine, We'll sing to the sports of the field. Rosy health, &c. NANCY OF THE DALE. MY Nancy leaves the rural train A camp's distress to prove; All other ills she can sustain, But living from her love : Yet, dearest, though your soldier's there, Will not your spirits fail, To mark the hardships you must share, Dear Nancy of the Dale ? Or, should my love each danger scorn, Ah! how shall I secure Your health, 'mid toils, which y< u were born To soothe, but not endure ? A thousand perils I must view, A thousand iils assail ; Nor must I tremble e'en for you Denr Naucy of the Dale. • ■• . I i HI r. \n w i i ii i n troabled l iiv«* me « P uta id ; : and mother thej ■i i r. I ; us bairns all rod In the : t> anil mci ry as I'lllU ll. But I u ere always the pride of the hum ll. Oh <• tr, I'm ■ littl ill, Ami ifyoull believe me, though I tllll ». trrotty i*< »l I - ii dear, I tie u I shall axed, For indeed you must know, where- t \ < r i They laugh at my carmtty head: > I went up to town n i' yen i Ihal my head would set Lamina a -fire, i i ftoul, Like the touch of her cheek, if I rubh'd for a week, Get the rod t iom iny carrotty poll. OU de-ir, oh dear, a quack in our e day, could, and I said that he should, e and take all my carrots nwa\ ; rubh'd and he srrubb'd, till in > tare wont a WV ion< staff that he call'd his •a Patent i M My hair he turn'd black, and my pock< imM, And 1 look'd like the devil first dny that it rain'd i | I \ ui. Brer will laud the hand-, who an- plaad Tim lad with the carrotty poll. THE KISS AND THE TKAR. JULIO told me when we parted, Nought but death should < his stay ; To mine eye a tear had started, Julio kiss'd the drop away. Autumn winds now chill my dwell- bpr; 'Twas in spring- I lost my dear; Grief afresh mine elling, But no kiss imbibes the te With the flowers that Julio planted Oft I dress his vacant chair; Stand before it, paze enchant Gaze, and think my rover 1 1 - Oft the kiss he gave at partil Midnight sleep returns tociw But too soon my tiag. Lose the kiss to find the tear. NEVER DOUBT MY L0\ 1 OH, never doubt my 1 \ t I'll banish ; And ID i et -h.ill I sin-, I hilt night Hies away; m POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS And ere the wild gloom o'or the mountains shall vanish, ThoiTlt sink on my pillow, and Bleep till the day. Oh, never doubt my love. Oh, never doubt my love, its fond- ness shall bleus thee, 'Twill soothe thee whene'er by the rude world opprest; And if the cold hand of misfortune should press thee The angel of pity you'll find in my breast, Oh, never doubt my love. THE SUN THAT LIGHTS THE ROSES. THOUGH dimpled cheeks may give the light, \\ here rival beauties blossom, Though* balmy lips to love invite To ecstasy the bosom ; Yet sweeter far yon summer sky, VVhcse blushing tint discloses, Give me the lustre-beaming eye, The sun that lights the roses. The voice of love is soft and clear, Exciting fonci emotion ; How sweet it sounds upon the ear, Like music on the ocean ; Yet dearer far to lover's sight, The eye that truth discloses, Surpassingwith its splendourbrkht The sun that lights the roses, ISAAC MO. A JEW, they call'd him Isaac Mo, Along the road did go, sirs, And swagger'd most ungraciously Into a ditch of snow. sirs. A |>ig was journeying that way, \\ ho caught him by the skirt, O ! And wouldn't let poor Isaac lay, But dragg'd him through the dirt, O ! Grunting, pulling all the way, A week ! a week ! his cry, sirs, And Isaac cried, Ma Cot! ma Cot! I'm sure that. I shall die, sirs. Now when the pig was satisfied. And he had done his play, sir, Says Isaac, come here, Mr. Pig, I have a word to say, sir. Will you come home and live with ine ? Come — fbr how long will you stay, sir ? The pig cried, " Week !" and Isaac soon With piggy marched away, sir. Grunting, pulling, &c. Mo took the pig- for piggy's week ; Then, like a knowing elf, sirs, Says he, your pigship now I'll keep Just for one week myself, sirs. But he was caught, was tried, and hang'd, Just after he was taken ; And this said Jew, for stealing pig- Was hang'd as dead as bacon. Grunting, pulling-, all the way, A week ! a week! he cried, sirs The drop it fell, 'tis known full well, And poor Mo Isaac died, sirs. LITTLE THINKS. LITTLE thinks the townsman's \vire, While at home she tarries, What must be the lass's life, \\ ho a soldier marries. Now with weary marching spent Dancing now before the tent, Lira lira la, lira lira la, With her jolly soldier. In the camp at night she lies. \\ ind and weather scorning,, Only«grieved her love must rise, And quit her in the morning. But the doubtful skirmish done, Blithe she sings at set of sun; Lira lira la, &c. Should the captain of her dear, Use his vain endeavour; Y\ hisp'ring nonsense in her ear, Two fond hearts to sever; At his passion she will scoff. Laughing thus she puts him off. Lira lira la, lira lira la, For her jolly soldier. I'OI'I I 87 And Let Flirt! lade, ; ! ls > » Tin E8M& Pll 8 from far— know- •>lia ; , call Their jeers I i iiu** iture, all tbat i-, I'll it'll you— aye, and all tuft's u must all ackn W 1 1 i I s : I was ibere complett i\ bare of ka.Av led irts, i't made <»f tia; They don't feed cows on apple r _ilr spur? upon thecltin; Bullocks riou't wear o,>ora b • made ct* cl ter pals— w on u must all, ftc. Putt\ , loo, ar«j in , ■ • « \ »* ! 'tis love ! itrancing. i laims tlie monarch's duty ? t hen Hit- peasant's paint \\ hat m« h> the h m^hty beauty, And i r disdain ? O! 'lis love! &c. ' 'tis love ! « nrrior doth inspire. 'tis love ! ft desire. iu ly mountains, In palaces, or Tales, i fountains, lo\ e alone |»i evails. O ! Ms love ! Ac. Till -Ml 1 TAKER. entlemen, my box is out, I find it good - (l tbe snout, You'll all be up to Banff. 'Mini i , black as- I iff! Miuff t \\ ben I went to I Then Minted Snttff, -;tk.\ : \e for me was Then ne\l of all, my bmwn i -appee I took with Widow Waddle, But she took my snuff and money And then she bade me toddle. Snuff! snuff! \r. Then I began to take Brazil \N hen I v/ rut to linen. a Ay res, For t be tender passion I did feel lor the .ex that can ensnare us. But when t<» Leith 1 bent my way The plaid made my heart full,. So high-dried Scotch I took each day, Ami took it from my mull, firs. Snuff! snuff! Ac. So now my travels ure all o'er, I'm living at mj I'll ne'er from England wander m« i But take what snuff I please, mm. And while my box contains a pinch To use it l Intend, sir- ; For III be np to snuff myself, And will ne'er r efuse a friend, Kirs* Snuff! snuff! &c THE PAINTER. COME, painter, with thy happiest rat, P rtraj me < \ < ; In i hat 1 lij^ht, II > channtug >n\ ia's I 92 POPULAR ANt CHOICE SONGS. And. hear me, painter, to enhance I lie value of thine art, Stead from her eyes that very glance That stole away my heart. Her forehead paint in sway and rule, Where sits,with pleasure grac'd, A form like Venus beautiful, And like Diana chaste. Then paint her cheeks, come, paint and gaze, Guard well thy heart the while; And then her mouth, where Cupid plays In an eternal smile. Next draw — presumptuous paint- er, hold ; Ah! ihink'st to thee was given To paint her bosom ! would'st so bold Presume to copy heaven ? Nay, leave the task, for 'tis above, Far, far, above thine art; Her portrait's drawn, the painter — love, The tablet, my fond heart. O, ARE YE SLEEPLV, MAGGIE ? O, ARE ye sleepin', Maggie? O, are ye sleepin', Maggie ; Let me in, for loud the linn Is roarin' o'er the warlock craigie ! Mirk and rainy is the night, No a stain in a' the carie, Lightnings gleam athwart the lift. And winds drive on wi' winter's fury. Fearfu' soughs the boor-tree bank, Tlie rifted wood roars wild and drearie, Loud the iron yett does clank. And cry o' liowlets maks me eerie. O, are ye sleepin' &C. Aboon my breath I daurna speak, For fear I rise your waukrife da dily ; Cauld's the blast upon my cheek; O rise, rise my bonny lady. O, are ye sleepin, &c. She op't the door, she let him in He cuist aside his dreepin plaidie ; ' Blaw your warst, ye rain and win*, Since, Maggie, now I'm in aside ye.' Now since ye're wauken, Mag- S"»e, Now since ye're wauken Maggie, What care I for liowlets cry, For boor-tree bank, or war- lock craigie. TOM STEADY. TOM Steady own'd each bland sensation That worth and virtue could im- part, The kindest thoughts of heaven's creation Adora'd his mild, yet manly heart; Yet think not, though to love de- voted. In milksop fashion Tom you view — His fault was, he too fondly doateJ On one who prov'd to him un- true. The maid had own'd she lov'd no other So well as Tom, who, trebly blest, To one he priz'd much more than brother, In confidence his joy exprest. This friend (in friendship there's no saying What things may happen) told the maid That Tom had feeen her love be- traying, And kindly thus his friend be- tray'd. I'oi'i I- VH \N l) I'llon • pride, knows jeer'd, but Thn- ltTII, MY Dl sREST. >rrh, my <1« I a arm delight; ippearest, ruing 1 beams <>t light. flight, love, eye; ia .1 m-ilit, love, liicli I droop and die. hear that tongue, love, insic thrills my heart, : sunjr, hive, i soul-* in bliss depart. ih> casement rising, \ ravish'd sij ! day the world surprising, \\ ith morning's beam of light. LOW DOWN IN THE BROOM. i cankerM cai le, ear ; caulding « ile, .- hous ■ asl in §aj , or let them do, | for lu"s low down, he's in the bni *t waiting on me : i me, my 1 ve, me : '■ in the i me 93 And Hut \* < but I- MllM \\ i' Jo ,„,,%■ i' I And .i . , anrc I but lei iiu'in taj tilted Bandy be •;im w< sr *e nlfht, And ijtier'd • hen I i And . iy -in tyne the neighbour! round Tbej .)<«-r me air and lute : but let tin in say, or i< do, It's a*"ane to n l or I'll gae lo the bonny lad That's waiting on me ; A\ ailing on ine, my 1 lies waiting on me ; For he's low down, he\ |n the broom, That's waiting on me. THE LAND WE LIV TUT. sparkling liquor fills the glass And briskly round tbu board it goes ; Tin* toast, of course, our favourite W ••II drink confusion to our Then each in lorn, the catch, the r i j>«* song, the t en ; And ever a-, it cornea t>> me, I give, "The land we lire in/' Then let us all throughout H With a loud huzza and three i three t Hu/./a : I gave, M The land we li\ e in " The captain alwa Kin His bnSOWJ burns with I Same ; I ring raliaut Smith and Nel fame 04 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. '■ God bless the royal family," This toast in turn is given ; And ever as it comes to me, I give, " The land we live in." Then let us all, &c. Some folks may envy foreign parts, And wish to gain a foreign shore ; Why, let them go with all our hearts, We shall be plagu'd with them no more. Then while on shore, let's all agree. The song, the toast, &c. CALEDONIA. SAIR, sair was my heart, when I parted frae my Jean ; And sair, sair I sigh'd, while the teers stood in my een ; For my daddy is but poor, and my fortune is sae sma', It gars me leave my native Cale- donia. When I think on days gane, and sae happy I hae been, While wand'ring wi' my deary, whare the primrose blaws un- seen. Cm wae to leave my lassie, and my daddy's cot ava, Or to leave the healthfu' breeze o' Caledonia. But wharever I winder, still happy be my Jean, Nae care disturb her bosom .whare peace has ever been ; Then tho' ills on ills befa' me, for her I'll bear them a', Though aft I'll heave a sigh for Caledonia. T>ut should riches ere be mine, and my Jeanie still be true, Then blaw, ye fav'ring breezes, till my native land I view; Then I'll kneel on Scotia's shore, while the heartfelt tears shall fa', And never leave my Jean nor Ca- ledonia. POOR PADDY O'BLARNEY. SURE never a lad lov'd like Paddy O'Blarney, Whose heart was piere'd through by sweet Sally Delarney ; Och, she was a lass of the first kind of breeding, And ne'er spake a word all the time she was feeding. Something odd too it is, and per- haps you may think, She had just the same way when she hap pen' d to drink, Och the devil may bless the bright eyes of Delarney, For piercing the heart of poor Paddy O'Blarney. 'Twas by day-light one night, as she happeu'd to pass, As I fast asleep lay awake on the grass ; She look'd like an angel, I thought to my sorrow, So I pull'd off my cap to bid her good-morrow ; When she bade ine farewell, with- out saying' a word, Which made both my cheeks look as red as a curd ; Och, the devil may thank you, said I, Sail Delarney, You have cut in three halves the poor heart of O'Blarney. I told her. for grunters I'd got a good stye, And a field of potatoes, far off, just hard by ; But if to church she Wont willingly go, To answer me yes, she need only say no ; So against both our will, faith, I gaiu'd her consent ; And wrangling from morning till night, live content; Surely now I must love my sweet Sally Delarney, Who first broke, then mended, the heart of O'Blarney. life's •»c« ■> , made him utdrel a the land- I poor. ■ w we i ton, .nt tor i nit- tune, • r i>, mi eld . And t'ur ili.iukt'ul | rattlers so. mi I downright • nt, \VfcHe they'd hands, he his good- 1 lu-ver repent ; voyage, he r friend shut the wonder ? cry'd one. . .1 ri^i lit , to lie sure ; - rich, — now r ! s'd in high r con- hearts, i good i 'in. "uoluer, he D did • when to »] Bgbt, ll«- bj he Mi.i.l. 1 1* ! And > HI | And last an old iai|M Tun ; iud, \> ho r ins band. In the i idiltg of Comfort a in. id, RerfM lii. i tune that shook m the u ind. .\ e hi in enough tin Re the brees« what it might, 'y, thus, or not n His pittance is daily, and yet I imparts \\ hat he tan to his friend-.— and may all ho .est h< Like TomTackle,have m hat keep* the wolf from the tlo Just enough to ' — to > much to be poor ! THE LAM -MIT. TWO clowns once disagreed, A ploughman and ■ sawyer; Both trwdg*d away, and fee'd Old Sly, the \ ilia Quoth S -pint* pluck ; litre make your whistles moist- er, You're just in time to take potluck, Suppose we hi\ e an « 'Jol lul lv, \» hat law CM do, ' l'\s ill n<> injustice f sl« r, I Ami I \< ill eat the titter. Tel loi de ml. • 06 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Last night I was attack'd And llnunp'd by drunken Sadi. Says I, how shall I act? I'll go and tell the Cadi. I'll seek the house where Justice dwells, And bounce the swagg'ring rois- ter ; But I thought of Sly and his cou- ple of shells, And resolv'd to keep my oister. Tol lol de rol, &c. 'TIS PRETTY POLL. WHEN whistling winds are heard to blow, In tempests o'er the earth, The seaman's oftdnsh'd to and fro, Yet cheerly takes his birth ; And as he fearless mounts the shrouds, Awhile the vessel swings, Tho' skies are mantled o'er with clouds. The gallant sailor sings — 'Tis pretty Poll and honest Jack, My girl and friend on shore, Will hail me at returning- back, So let the billows roar. When bending o'er the rocking yard, While seas in mountains rise, He takes a spell, however hard, And danger e'er defies ; The storm once o'er, the gallant tar Let's fancy freely roam, And tho' from many a friend afar, Thus sings of those at home — 'Tis pretty Poll, &c. On burning coasts, or frozen seas, Alike in each extreme, The gallant sailor's e'er at ease, And floats with fortune's stream. To love and fortune ever true, He steers life's course along, Anp wheresoever sailing to, Fond hopes elate his son« ; ' 'Tis pretty Poll, &c. YORKSHIRE TOO. BY the side o' a brig that stands over a brook, I were sent betimes to school, I went wi' the stream, as I studied by book, And was thought to be no small fool : I ne'er yet bought a pig in a poke, i To gi' old Nick his due, Yet I ha' dealt wi' Yorkshire folk, , But I wur Yorkshire too. I wur pratty well liked by each village maid, At races, wake, or fair, For my feyther had addled a vast in trade, And I wur his son to a hair; And seeing I did not want for brass, Gay maidens came to woo, But, though I lik'd a Yorkshire lass, Yet I wur Yorkshire too. Then to Lunnun by feyther I wur sent, Genteeler manners to see ; But fashion's so dear — I came back as I went, And so they made nothing o' me ; My kind relations would soon ha' found out What 'twur best wi' my money to do, But, says I, my dear cousins, I I thank ye for naught, I's not to be cozen'd by you. IT WAS DUNOIS THE YOUNG AND BRAVE. IT wasDunois the young andbrave was bound for Palestine, But first he made his orisons be fore Saint Mary's shrine; And grant, immortal Queen ol Heaven, was still the soldier's prayer, That I may prove the braves* knight, and love the faires. fair. That I may, &c - Ill the a lh« air, nqnest to hi- arm, ,i snid, «' The heart that has for honour ■ 3Iy ,! id ibou shall For i thou .hi bi und the holy knot, ii iae, ie on earth .11- and hands combine ; and la sell, ^ oeng Iambi tn tell, Yonng lambs to sell. And louder and binder cry*d lambs to tell. Now Sail, in a pet, Did Irou ii and did frt I, And fetching a pell that stood near to the well, She calPd Lim a boor, And sbiic'd him all o'er. And bid him get home with Iambi to sell. Hi- l.ii- bi to sell, ii- Iambi to sell. And bid him get home with his lambs to sell. Tom bid her good bye, And, winking In- Cry'd plant! that are wal« rd are apt to grow well ; To-inormw you*! I s< e How tall 1 shall be, And laughing went on with hi* lamb-. Ul tell, Young lambs to -ell. Young Iamb- to - And laughing went on with his lambs to st 11. Ball *gan to relent. And to him she And down ow her iiiarrow*boaet iastantl) fell. Ton bt, He iii- d bi And lelt Off bU lambs to -ell, «J8 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Young lambs to sell, Young; lambs to sell. Ami left vff his singing- young lambs to sell. With arms round her waist, Cry'd give me a taste, Those lips do the plum or the cherry excel. They kiss'd and were friends, And to make amends The parson concluded the rest very well. The rest very well, The rest very well, The parson concluded the rest very well. THE FAITHLESS LOVER. FAR, far from me my lover flies— A faithless lover he ; In vain my tears, in vain my sighs, No longer true to me, He seeks another. Lie still, my heart, no longer grieve, No pangs to him betray, Who taught you these sad sighs to heave, Then laughing went away, To seek another. MY HENRY IS TRUE. THO' prudence may press me, And duty distress me, Against inclination, ah ! what can they do ? No longer a rover, His follies are over, My heart, my fond heart, says my Henry is true. The bee thus as changing, From sweet to sweet ranging, A rose should he light on ne'er wishes to stray ? With raptures possessing In one ev'ry blessing, Till torn front her bosom he flies far away. THE BLACKSMITH. A BLACKSMITH, you'll own, issc clever, And great in the world is his place ; And the reason I've guessM why for ever A blacksmith's deserving of grace. Great lawyers, who plead and Mho preach, While many good causes they mar, May yield to the blacksmith to teach, For he labours still more at the bar. Sing, fal de ral, &c. When great men do wrong in the state, The Commons try hard at their polls, While the blacksmith, as certain as fate, Could have 'em haul'd over the coah. And if rogues put their names to a draft, The law tor their hanging will tease ; But blacksmiths are free from all craft, And may forge just as much as they please. Sing, fal de ral, &c. The vices of trades he holds cheap, And laughs at the world as it rails, For, spite of the bother they keep, They can't make a smith eat his nails. And if, to his praise be it spoke, To raise him still higher and higher, You may say, and without any joke, Afl he gets is got out of the fire Sing, fal de ral, &c. Then let blacksmiths be toasted all round, For well it may always be said, When a fortune by blacksmiths is found, in still ROBIN'S l nd'rer \it\ •and on the s unpitying ;>ity on me. and the haws are all ' buried in - (1, and oulil I now take -t be- iread, l fed, ihining And ind, \\ l< i ul. Then pity a p. or litti<- I J HE OLD COMMON OD'SBLOOl tn tt» skulk Umlor fiuge ibread hatch What a d king up tbei i Thus run down I In ran nld commodore— He! — That he'll never ■> :im I in distress, like a shin vaU and, or an I am lett by my crew, and a be il But • \\ bile Tn -hiji* Hon nimble are Tbui i, B< Id c nun. a ii.i re — l/«she; H. i\ < 100 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. \\ hat, no more to be afloat ? blood ami fury! they lie! — I'm a seaman, and only three score ; And if, as they tell me, I'm likely to die, Gadzooks! let me not die on shore, As to death, it's all a joke. Sailors live in fire and smoke, So, at least, says the eld commo- dore. The ruin old commodore — The tough old commodore — The fighting- old commodore !— He! Whom the devil, nor the gout, Nor the French dogs to boot, Shall kill till they grapple bin? at sea. TVE KISS'D, &c. PVE kiss'd and I've prattled to fifty fair maids, And chang'd them as oft, d'ye see; But of all the fair maidens that dance on the green, The maid of the mill for me. There's fifty young mei. have told me fine tales, And call'd me the fairest she; But of all the gay wrestlers that sport on the green. Young Harry's the lad for me. Her eyes are as black as the sloe on the hedge, Her face like the blossoms in May, . Her teeth are as -white as the new-shorn flock, Her breath like the new-made bay. He's tall and he's straight as the poplar tree, His cheeks are as fresb as the rose ; He looks like a squire of high de- gree, When drest in bis Sunday clothes. I HAVE A SILENT SORROW HERE. I HAVE a silent sorrow here, A grief I'll ne'er impart; It breathes no sigh, it sheds no tear, But it consumes my heart. This cherish'd woe, this lov'd des* pair, My lot for ever be; So, my soul's lord, the pangs I bear Be never known by thee. And when pale characters of death Shall mark this alter'd cheek; When my poor wasted trembling breath My life's last hope would speak, I shall not raise my eyes to Ilea ven, Nor mercy ask for me; My soul despairs to be forgiven, Unpardon'd, love, by thee. THE SISTERS. JANE wasaWoodinan's daughter The fairest she of three, Love iii his snares had caught her As fast, as fast could be ; A sailor's son was Harry, As brave, as brave could be, And he resolv'd to marry The fairest of the three. The fairest of the three. Maria thought it wiser A rich man's wife to be, And so she took a miser, As old, as old could be ; Louisa felt love's passion, But wish'd the world to see, So chose a lad of fashion, The dullest of the three. The dullest, &c Louisa's spouse perplex'd her A widow soon was she: Maria's liv'd, and vex'd her, x\s well as well could be; But Jane possess'd true pleasure, W i th one of low degree, They were each other's treasure, The happiest of the three. The happiest, infant ih i- the ex- hausted Mill. At length the woodman cl A\ m re'er the noxious thi »«jm ea I ; And high rei Donarch lifts it* bead. - OF PATY'S MILL. - mill, uny, blithe, and in spite of all my skill, tedding of the hi Bar<- headed on I Love midst her locks did play, And wanton* in her een. Herat >oth, their iiawn, it w onld ;: ive youth, To press 'en irlth hi* hand. Through all m> spirits ran An i iss, \\ hen I und f \\ rapt in a halm] Without the help « She did her \\ he i'd. K ; 102 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Her looks they were so mild, Ftee from affected pride, She ine to love beguil'd, I wish'd her for my bride. Oh! had I all that wealth Ho)>tout>\s luffta mountains fill, Insur'd long life and health, And pleasures at my will. I'd promise and fulfil, That none but bonny she, The lass of Paty's mill, Should share the same with me. CHERRY-CHEEK PATTY. DOWN in yon village I live so snug-, They call me Giles the plowman's boy; Through woods and o'er stiles, as I trudge many miles, I whistle, I whistle, and whoop gee woo, Jerry. My work being done to the lawn there I fly, Where the lads at the lasses all look very sly ; And I'ze deeply in love with a girl it is true, And I know what T know, but I munna tell you; But I'll whistle, I'll whistle, for of all the girls I ever did see, O cherry-cheek Patty for me. Though the squire so great, so happy mayn't be, .* As poor simple Giles the plow- man's boy ; No matters of state ever addle my pate, But I'll whistle, I'll whistle, and whoop gee woo, Jerry. Now cherry cheek Patty she lives in a vale, Whom I help'd o'er the stile, with her milking pail ; And Patty has alike notion of me, it is true, And I know what I know, but I munna tell you ; But I'll whistle, &c. and* willing I'ze able and strong to work, Am\ when the lark rises off trudges The cows up I call, and harness old Ball, I whistle, I whistle, and whoor. gee woo, Jerry. Then I'ze fifty good shillings my luck has been such, And a lad's not to be grinn'd at that gotten so much : And when that Tin married to Patty, so true, I know what I know, but I munna tell you, But I'll whistle, &c A 30DY MAY. A BODY may, in a simple way, Read love in a shepherd's eyes, A body may, ah ! well-a-day, Find love though in disguise. There is a body loves a body, I could tell you who ; And if a body loves a body, Let him come and woo. I ne'er will wed, I've often 3ai<". A lad that cannot speak; Yet something's running in mj head, Which prudence cannot check. A humble cot, and simple lot, Are suited to my mind ; No wealth I seek, then let him speak, Ke : ll find a body kind. CAPTAIN WATTLE AND MISS ROE. DID you ever hear of Captain Wattle, He was all forlovejand a little for the bottle. We know not, though pains we have ta'en to inquire, If gunpowder he invented, or the Thames set on fire POPULAR AND CHOK 10* i , or the philo i ' I b ive learol s ilh ^ro«t pain, \l Mi>, Roe, and she ertainty ber . (I tin- II. I' ike IiK.mI whist, and I i \ let, iteah on i ; tbe Sappho she r I h.ilr-! i - lit her by Hopkins, or \ estris ; \,.ur satisfaction, this blain, lo\'d Captain Wattle, d be lov'd her again. dded, he became lord ler depend on*t but he'd a \ eminent when she i bold 'he bridle. nation should r lit* idle; married folks, 'twas i i ken, cordial she*d U| l«- the PRBSUMP1 l/OUS 1 i-Y. iii in ber il D 't cMie to mm h i>«:iuty to frown, half the graces will weep. It' she weep, half the graces will die. away, Ac. ibe wakes! steal ■ ki-s and one ; ia preciont, away, litfl- Should your rudeness provoki in. You'll meet death from the glance of her » I naked by fair Chlbe to say i ;. i ai the flatterer I chid : Id own, as I drove it away, I i bhed lu be there in its stead Come away, &C« THINKS I TO MYSELF, THINKS I. THINKS I to myself, thinks r, no reason why, The devil should ; To sharpen his c 1 i Thinks I to myself, thinks f. - I to myself, thinks I, us .it- are dev*lish sly, To shun him, they preach, I hey suck like a leach, Thinks I t>> myself, thinks I. i myself, thinks r, scry ; I'll keep from tbe paw, Oi" phj I Thinks 1 to myself, thinks I. i 1 1 to myself, thinks i, Lei none their aid deny, i k, irk, • If thinks I 101 POPULAR AND CHOICK SONGS. Thinks I to m self, thinks I, State jugglers now, good bye, !No longer will slaves, Be govern'd by knaves. Thinks 1 to myself, thinks 1. PAT AND THE PRIEST. PAT fell sick on a time, and he sent for the priest, That, dying, he might have his blessing, at least ; And to come with all speed, did humbly implore him. To fit him out. tight tor the jour- ney before him. Derry down, &c. The good father the summons did quick! v obey, And found Paddy, alas ! in a ter- rible way ; Fix'd and wild were his looks, and his nose cold and blue, And his countenance wore a cold church-yard-like hue. Derry down, &c. The good father bid Pat to confess all his crimes, To think of his sins, and forget them betimes; Or else, 'twould be his fate, like other vile souls, To be flayed, and be salted, then roasted on coals ! Derry down, &c. Oh, think, my dear Pat, on that beautiful place, Where you'll visit St. Patrick, and see his sweet face ; Tis a country, my jewel, so charm- ing and sweet, Where you'll never want praties, nor brogues to your feet. Derry down, &c. Well, well, then, says Pat, with inquisitive face, That country must, sure, be a beautiful place ; St. Patrick, no doubt, he will give us good cheer, But, d'ye think, has he got any ould whiskey there ? Derry down, &c. The good father, with wonder amaze, and surprise, Clapp'd his hands, and nextturn'd up the whites of his eyes; 44 Oh, vile sinner," says he, " can you hope to be forgiven, If you think there's carousing and drinking in heaven :" Derry down, &c. " Well, well, then," says Pat, " though I cannot help think- ing, If in heaven they can do without eating and drinking, (Though I don't mane to say what you tell is a table,) 'Twould be dacent, you know, just to see a drop on the table'." Derry down, cxc. TALLY HO. THE hunters are up, and the mddy fac'd morn, Most cheerful salute with the mu sical horn, The blue misty mountains seem'd join'd with the skies, And the dogs yelp aloud as away, Reynard flies ; Tally ho, tally ho, see the game is in view, The sportsmen all cry as they nimbly pursue. The high-mettled steed tweeps away at the sound, And the hills seem to move, as they fly o'er the ground ; Each prospect is charming, all na- ture is gay, And promises sport and success thro' the day ; Tally ho, tally ho, see the game is in view, The sportsmen all cry as they nimbly pursue. M health, ndant thau nlth ; ce Ihe game all cry as they nimbly pui , to the ! : j we borrow iiis the cheeks as we the game \ iew, men all cry as they nimbly pursue. 101 I I A form mi piteoui ami i ■ inty, from 1 ed, 1 1 leaded, % Ami Wr.nl M -iven fair Plenty's smile. POOR Bl EK happy years had Ben the ving Nancj is true, and she no railer, the squalls of strife ; ruise, in baste, re- tur; in transports flew, h\l the word adieu! ■ torbed as th< If ft behind ; m emotion, I te mind ; i -• the "ky ; 1 1 1 1«* rages, l the strain; t deep be- vr.n . ilain ; A FATHER'S VOICE, A FATHER'S voice in threaten ing lout', Tin- storm of rape revealing; His Bashing eye ami angry frown ( \\ ould ronze a kindred feeling. But u here's the child his sif-h 9*111 hoar, AA hen grief hit heart is rending; And a ho ana A parent's cheek descending. Oh > es.a child may brave the heat, A Oil But ah how sweet his smile to meet. And oh ! how dear nil Then lei ine shun with shn fear, The thought < f ,! '"ig; I c i>.»\ e it her - bad, Ped till ■hr drove htm quite mart; Dicky, an old Dicky. la a last- i led the uufor- tuuai< Till In- < . \ » on the end i ailed — ** 'tis appa- i be, r IV- How was guilty of J interment, I think 1 a hen he ul Dicky. TANTARA. I (U en tiptoe -ky, V I he hounds - ■w iweel But t pUTMH fair ' BONNIE D m-i\ I), i ul. , > e little birds, And 1 im i Thou'll break my h«ai t nie bird, That >in_s upon the b Thou mind* me o' tin- bappj day» V\ Inn my I.iihr hive iraf true. ThouMl break m> heart, thou bon- nie bird, That Anil wist na o 1 m> fate. Afr hae I ro\ M !■< > iou f And ilka bird ^a if O* kl lo\e, And me ti ul l •' mine* N\ i' lightAome beat t I |»u*d a rose Ki.i. And my fause luverstau the i But left the thorn *V me. GALLV \\ A I i THFKI raw lad-, on Ynr- Thit wnudi r thro' the blooming to a lor ; But Yarrow braes, nor 1 slii • mite « Ike \\ .iter. But there ii And I 'i be bom 108 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Altho' his daddie was nae laird, And tho' I hae nae ineikle tocher ; Yet rich in kindest, truest love, We'll tent our flocks by (ialla Water. It ne'er was wealth, it ne'er was wealth, That cot't contentment, peace, or pleasure; The bands and bliss o' mutual love, O that's the chiefest warld's treasure ! WHEN I CAST MY EYES ROUND. WHEN I cast my eyes round the gay circle of. joy, This meeting- convivial of friend- ship and mirth ; Methinks the rich grape should each sorrow destroy, When 'tis thus the bright portion of honour and worth, Far away from the soul flies the selfish regret, In oblivion this day our woes we consign ; And since thus together we're joyously met, Let's chorus the praises of ge- nerous wine. When Bellona no longer her standard uprears, And her sons are surrounding the gay social board, How the soul welcomes pleasure contrasted from cares, And the toils late endur'd en- hance raptures rich hoard. And if memory recals those brave friends we have lost, Those friends which now sleep in the lap of renown; Perhaps feeling- may mingle a tear will, tits toast, -And what heart shall so grateful a tribute disown. The child of anxiety nurtured b grief, Awhile steals from anguish an hither repairs ; In a moment our balsam afford*, him relief. And discarding all sorrow out transports he shares. The lover too firmly resolving to die, First begs from our store a re- cruit to his nerves, But the juice soon dispels the swain's amorous sigh, While it blesses and sweetens the life it preserves. Thus my friends have I proved that in ev'ry distress, Our nectar can yield a rich balm to the heart; Each care can erase, ev'ry tear can suppress, And drive from the bosom all falsehood and art; Oh, raise then the goblet, its vir- tues revere, Let its praises on high swelling numbers ascend ; 'Tis the cement that joins us so close to the fair, And the bond which unites the warm heart to a friend. A BIT OF THE BROWN. I AM a cobbler bold, As e'er stept in a stall, sir; My wife she's such a scold, I gets no peace at all, sir; And was you for to know How cruelly she treats me, For if I speak a word, D'ye know, as how. shebeats me Fol lol lol lol la, &c. I never sees no life, No— not even on St. Monday; She's such a wicked wife, She thumps me on a Sunday; And when I've done my woik, And for a kiss I ax her, She calls me heathen Turk, And says I smells of wax, sir. Fol lol, lol, &c. I I \» ill !>e bi | a bit «>t" Iiiom ii. ■ i I, lol, Ac. \ll Kkiltle~grounda I II beerful rubber, - Hie, «•. but 1*11 drub her; ie me veil, - | in r downright jea« lol, lol, Ac. ITY DIVINE. BAK'in s, deitj divine, y pluck the bending vine; the choicest cull, ns mighty goblet full. . it smiles, -•U1I09 ; j >ur strife, done can lengthen lite. lovely flowing bowl, ; ink without control, Till l;ist I When Death shall bring thee up. And when thouM left the sea, tiiin- has long broke bulk, 11 old end crank, like ■ And In id up a sheer hulk; Tench thy young sou This ran, To drink of Comfort's cup; Thy eyes tbOU*lt close in >w eet repoae, \\ hen Death shall bring thee up DARBY MMIANK'S VISIT TO LONDON. \\ 11 11 a dozen thirteenen in nice pauei I came up to London without. dry rag, On a fine summer's day iu f\ shower of rain ; nut all that I saw I thought de- velish quei 1 ; At a place call'd Cheapside they srell every thing dear ; I went to Cornhill, where 1 look'd like nn ape, And as I came over the barren! to rape, Oca, there wfcs no harvest for Darby M'Sbane. What ■ comfort it Mas that my patience I When l met with ■ coach without Full of ladies who titter'd nt Dai l»> I wan that day. So 1 ' teaman lo shew L J 10 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. And offerM to trate him— but sharp was the word, 'The man on the cuach-box I found was a lord ; There was fine botheration for Darby M'Shane. In a shop full of pictures I stopp'd for to stare, When a thief pick'd my pocket, and faith he took care To lave not a copper for Darby M'Shane. But a beautiful crature, to soften my grief, Fell in love with my person it Mas my belief; But when she found out that my cash was all flown, Och hone ! to be sure how she al- ter'd her tone, And swore like a trooper at Darby M'Shane. Then a gentleman meeting- a lady so gay, He wish'd her good morning at four in the day; O that can't be grammar, said Darby M* Shane. Talk of blunders in Ireland, it's only a hum, When such plenty are found, if to England you come ; English bulls, too, you'll find; but in troth to be brief, They're not half so good as your English roast beef, Oh, that don't offend Mr. Darby M'Shane. But tho' English fashions we don't understand, Whde pace and good harmony reigns in this land, You'll ne'er hear a murmur from Darby M'Shane. May England ne'er want the brave boys of the sod. To carry the musket, or carry the hod ; -fls for Ireland, where wholesome shilelah does grow, There the devil himself in the shape of a foe, Would get tlarently lalberY. by Darby M'sfaie. THE DAY OF LIFE. OH ! blue were the mountains, And gorgeous the trees. And stainless the fountains. And pleasant the breeze; A glory adorning The wanderer's way, In life's sunny morning, When young Hope was gay ! The blue hills are shrouded, The groves are o'ercast, The bright streams are clouded The breeze is a blast ; The light hath departed The dull noon of life, And Hope, timid-hearted, Hath fled from the strife. In fear and in sadness, Poor sports of the storm. Whose shadow and madness Enshroud and deform, Ere life's day is closing, How fondly we crave The dreamless reposing — The peace of the grave! THE DAUNTLESS SAILOR. THE dauntless sailor ieaves his home, Each softer joy and ease ; To distant climes he loves to roam, Nor dreads the boist'rous seas. His heart with hope of vict'ry gay, Scorns from the foe to run; In battle, terrors melt away As snow before the sun. Though all the nations of the world Britannia's flag would lower, Her banners still shall wave un- furled, And dare their haughty power. But see, Bellona sheathes her sword, Hushed is the angry main: The cannon's roar no more is heard, Sweet Peace resumes her reign. INU'l L \K AM) ( 1 1 1 » I « I make bin h , ill the toll* and da aim; PAT I V ( I.OYKR. \1 HI N littl Uapegreen w «> played, i le a r ned ui love I airy So light tripped Patty Clo\ . mule childiah art, nil day to move hi i ; . pinched, the bleeding it. Hovers, to deck her I chose,— an infant 1 \ ich from tta nest, o Patty Clover. \ TO THIS I 1 BLISS. hour is come for us to meet, "s ; ire chanling sweet i a ins : balled to balmy .1 u itfa the * dance on i k along*. f bliss, aa this, at en. Ill leader M> (bn< And 1 hen haste:, U) tl,., * ,ue, &C WHEN BIBO THOUGHT 1 I when Blbo th.n-ht tit from the world to n 1 1 Aa full of t Shampajg in- as an egg;"» full Of in* He wak'd iu the boat and to Cha- ron he said, He would be row*d back for he was not yet dead ; Trim the boat and sit quiet, stem Charon replied. You may have forgot you were drunk when you died. A FRIAR OF ORDERS GREY. TRIO. ■ Friar of orders ?rey, Walk'd forth to tell his beaea, And he met with a lady fair, Clad in a pilgrim*! weeda. Now, heav'n thee save, thou ret* rend friar, I pray thee tell t i at j our holy thriae My true love thou did And how should 1 your true-love know, From any other one ? O bj his cockle hat and And by his sandal ahoon* The holy father thus replied : 0, ladj ! he is dead and | t hi> head a i:r« en grasa turf. And at his heel \\ vt p no BDore lady : lady, weep leU plnck'd, the sho\ \\ ill ne'er make gr. 112 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS Yet, stay, fas/ lady, rest awhile, Beneath yon cloister wall, See thro' the hawthorn blows the wind, And drizzling- rain dolh fall. O stay me not, thou holy friar, O, stay me not, I pray, No drizzling- rain that falls on me, Can wash my fault away. BEAUTY, WIT, AND WINE. LAUGHING Cupids,bringme roses, And my wreath, ye Graces, twine ; I'm this night disposed for rap- ture, Having beauty, wit, and wine. Let the sober stoics wonder, And their apathy define; I'll not follow such dull doctrine, While I've beauty, wit, and wine. Come, ye brisk Arabian lasses, For that heaven you seek is mine; Upon beds of roses Idling, Blest with beauty, wit, and wine. And when this gay life is over, Pour libations on my shrine; I've a paradise hereafter, Full of beauty, wit, arid wine. WE'LL SWIG THE DOUGH A DORAS. COME, jolly heart, before we pa rt, We'll take the other bumper, There raptures lie Which cares defy, No sorrows thence can come, sir; Whatever blessings life can boast, Good whiskey brings before us; Pure Friendship's holy beam to toast, We'll swig the Dough a Doras. Then let the glass of Friendship pass, Fresh joys it will ensure us; For hands and mind are all com- bined When swigging Dough a Doras. The gods, they say, upon a day Met in the courts above, sir; Youth's goddess fair The cup did bear, TO serve the guests of Jove, sir ; They drank of nectar's living store. Till they were fuddled glorious; Then Bacchus brought one bollle more To give them Dough a Doras. Then let the glass, &c. It is a sign of love divine, Which bids all ill defiance, And makes the heart Its joys impart, In friendship's sweet reliance; Each holy tie of future love, Which parting friends insure u.% More strongly in the heart we prove While swigging Dough a Doras. Then let the glass, &c. DAME DURDEN. DAME Duraen kept five serving girls, To carry the milking pail ; She 9.1so kept five labouring men To uae the spade and flail 'Twas Moll and Bet, and Doll and Kate, and Dorothy Draggle- tail, And John and Dick, and Joe and Jack, and Humphrey with his flail. 'Twas John kiss'd Molly, And Dick kiss'd Betty, And Joe kiss'd Dolly, And Jack kiss'd Katty, And Dorothy Draggletail, And Humphrey with his flail And Kitty was a charming girl U carry the milking pail. Dame Durden in the morn so soon She di^ begin to call ; To rouse her servants, maids anu men, She then began to bawl. 'Twas Moll and Bet, &c. INU ( liOK IIS . K*S DIS< 0\ BEI£S. unci I >und out, Like those he made when he Bat neat and 1 I'WCiUiS bin, tucker, and cIom •ity but her fact-, ly all her togs were furled. i he came home, she'd not a But was exposed to all the world ; But what, 'bove every thing be- Did Jack most furiously dis- ckets did she wear, to hide . ipe, and bunch of ham in scarum, would she it randomwithout rule, ierchief crammed jh a I rail a ridicule, icule, Jack said, 11< I girl, such things who C .utiles in her head. ■ her note. . Poll, Pll be kind, Dowse p and i il, >d nouseu*a And aj t. SATURDAY MGHT. 'lis Mid ■ iirds, \\ hen we leave the tk Our t» lends ihoeld in .tin a To bless their sights no n Bur tliis is all a mi Bold Jack can't understand ; Some die on the ocean, And some die on the land. Tlven since 'tis clear, HoHf'cr we St I No man's life's under his com- mand, Let tempests howl, And billows roll, And dancers presa ; Of those in spite there are some Us jolly Tars to bless ; tturdaj night still cornea, my boy 3. To drink to Poll and Bess. One seaman hands the sails, s the log, The purser s\* ■ Our pay for slops. The landlord n : Thus each man to his station, TO keep life's ship in trim, \\ hat mi ? The rest is tort line's whim : ( he» rl\ , iny li< Then play J Boldly reootvM to sink or swim ; The mil ht\ surge, H i % nun And dan^ » te, &c ;i the world, just iik#- The i v|, 'p, To iak< for lift a trip. 114 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. The shrouds and stays and braces Are joys and hopes and fears ; The halliard 4 ', sheets, and traces, (Still as each passion veers, And whim prevails), Direct the sails, A* on the sea of life he steers. Then let the storm Heav'n's face delorm, And danger press, Of those in spite, &c. THE WIFE. AS a sailor's ail one as a piece of a ship, So my wife is apiece of myself; We eat the same biscuit, partake the same flip, And wer't worlds, she should keep all my pelf. And her wishes are mine, we have only one heart, One maxim, one pleasure, one fancy, Not oceans our love for a moment can part., For I always am present with Nancy. When leagues far and wide, for my comfort and use, If I want to examine my chest, What delight to my heart does the rummage produce, When I'm rock'd in my ham- mock to rest. The cordials and comforts so tidily plac'd, Haul her taught to my heart and my fancy, And the needles and huswife her fingers have grae'd, Quell my soul till I've nothing but Nancy. Then in case that in battle I wounded should be, Here a rag, there a bandage appears, All inark'd with her hair, and 'tis easy to see That she wash'd them, poor soul, with her tears. And should I get wounded io fight, inaim'd, or blind, What a dainty delight to m> fancy, The misfortune would make me, sweet love, she's so kind, More dear to the heart or m> Nancy. , All true honest Tars have riieii duty at heart, Their country and King they defend ; They spare foes, they love honour, and never depart From their post, as a Briton aiiil friend ; But how, were their courage so kept up by love, They'd indulge in the generoc-* fancy ; They'd fight like the lion, forgive- like the dove, If, like me, they'd a wife sue h as Nancy. THE SHEPHERD BOY. ONCE friends I had, but. ah! to ? soon Death robbed me of my parent^ dear; Left me to mourn my wretchec doom, And wander friendless in des- pair : Forlorn o'er hills and dales I rover! Deprived of every earthly joy; At length a swain, by pity moved, Made me a humble shepherd boy. Soon as I view the dawn of day, To flow'ry plains my flocks f lead ; And whilst for food my lambki li- st ray, On some lone bank I tune my reed. Did those who bathe in seemii:.; bliss Once taste the sweets that I en joy, They'd wish for humble happiness And tuvi me the shepherd boy* INH'l l led 1 I i my fortune be but sad, \ en may bless the shep- boy. : \V OF ALLENDALE, OH, have* the blushing mini; i ink, or lily pale, BOVT that blows, ,:ay of Allendale. and sad, o'er braes and burn, • >ft* the nymph they us*d i ul, ihepherds now are heard to iru, , i.iy of Allendale. With her to join the rural dance, >\e I atray'd o'er hill and M, each rustic stole a glA Allendale. •Twas underneath yon hawthorn i told the tender tale, i the Lovely maid, of Allendale. i iwj the wind, keen beats ttape in Hie vale ; I i.iy of Allendale ! - BAM. i beg . rare, Allhou B«l uld think I Full are hatched vitboet t i Meed with. ■ eea ; k me hoe lb none ? W liy, zounds ! dou*l J eeii iter drawn, and all hauled From the depths of the earth, with no team Of hones, or waggon, or cart, — But done in a moment — by steam. Tol lol lol, tte, Man now they scarce want to em- ploy Not e'en women and children tc glean ; This is all done by one little With the help of the wonderful steam ; No longer need London fear b For, it you had thousands nine- teen, A way to exterminate all Is invented,— and this is by steam. Tol lol 1**1 , ftc. Sure, we soon shall have pleat milk, \\ lib lofs of cheese, butter, and cream ; For, they say, there's a company foe wed To milk all the cows, new, by i in. To their patients the < "TbOttgh at prenent you lo. k pale and lean, ii lattea yon mob, do not don' Thai ibey say, aad ibey do it— by ■teem, ii.ii , 116 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Soon, I doubt not, a tunnel they'll bore In tl>e earth, to the centre I mean, To draw from it silver and gold, And this will be all done by steam! Thus my song- I'll conclude, — but, I swear, That of paper I could fill a ream; Would you ask me how this I coin- posed ? I'll tell you I did it by steam. Tol lol lol, &c. THE RELUCTANT ADIEU. WHEN I hang- 'on your bosom re- luctant to leave thee, If I e'er heave a sigh, my sweet girl, 'tis for you ; When 1 whisper I love you, dear Sylvia, believe ine, For like parting with life 'tis to bid you adieu ! When absent, dear maid, I reflect on your graces, In my fancy your image I con- stantly view ; While each soothing moment fond mem'ry retraces, When last, with reluctance, I bade you adieu ! To me you possess every female attraction, My soul's utmost wish doth your presence renew, And love o'er my mind casts a cloud of dejection, When urg-'d by decorum, I bid you adieu ! Then, O Fortune propitious, come hasten the time, When to constancy's pledges and vows to be true. In wedlock's soft fetters our hearts we'll entwine, And to courtship's restraints bid a lasting adieu ! i. LIKE MISTRESS LIKE MAID. WHENE'ER this said Walter j comes into my way, I feel such a throbbing and rtrange palpitation About my left side, if the truth I may say, That makes me afraid love's the ! pleasing sensation : If he touches my hand, lud ! I feel such a thrilling, So pleasing, so teazing, and some- how so killing, That in secret I sigh, lest to love I'm betray'd, And that Cupid has snar'd both the mistress and maid. Fal, lal de ra, &c. If so, all the castles I've built in the air, The sly urchin has raz'd to the very foundation, Anddoom'd me for life all its com- forts to share Wijh one full as lowly as me in his station ; What ! shall I, to give up all my hopes thus be willing, Quit splendor and title Tor cooing and billing ? Why, yes, if he loves me, I'll aot be afraid, But wed where I love, Sirs, like mistress like maid. Fal, lal de ra, &c. MEG O' THE MILL. O KEN ye what Meg- o' the Mill has gotten ? An' ken ye what Meg o' the Mill has gotten ? She has gotten a coof wi' a claute o' siller, And broken the heart o' the bar ley Miller. The miller was strappin', the mil- ler was ruddy, A heart like a lord, and a hue like a lady ; 117 p a heart r wi' iitd a bouuie die. Her, it is sae pre- A ud vac on 'he love that is fixed d< ! 1 in a true and a fig for THE FLOWERS OF THE FOKKST. •lie smiling of fortune -, and - I was its blessing, and kind But aou it ii Med— and its fled far away. rest adorned the With flowers of the fairest, most pl< - their Mooning, their i r perfuming, Bin .ihered, and mi >g with gold me. tor the i i i orest i ROBIN KITE W ILL HAVE ll BO. ONCBi if the lark 1 ui(iuut< d to the But ni-w I'm grown a sober spa And like an 31 1, The a iscst fowl, A\ i II roll a dismal For llobinette will hare And what she will shall be; I, therefore, take to ho! ho ho! And turn ufl' he ! he ! lie ! Once as merry as the kid, i frisked it o'er the _r >und; But since I am to laugh forbid An BSf 1 am, ep, a lamb. Shut up in dismal pound. Fur Kobmelle will have it so, Ac. THE ( HEVALIER'S LAMENT. The small birds rejoice in the gieen lean i i The murmuring streamlet winds clear thro' the i The hawthorn trees blow in the dee - of the mor And wild scatter'd cowslips be- deck the green dale. But what can £i\«- pleasure, or what can seem fair, >\ bile ti»- units mm mix l\l ' bird* 1 J •>'* I*--- 118 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. The deed thai I dar'd, could it merit their malice, A king: and a father to place on his throne ! His right are these hills, and his right are these valleys, Where the wild beasts find shel ter, but I can find none. But 'tis not my sufferings thus wretched, forlorn, My brave gallant friends, 'tis your ruin I mourn; Your deeds prov'd so loyal in hot bloody trial, Alas 1 can I make it no better return ! WHEN JOHN AND ME WERE MARRIED. WHEN John and me were mar- ried, Our had din' was but sma', For my minnie, canker't c&rlin, Wad gie us nocht ava. I wair't my fee, wi' cannie care, As far as it would gae, But weel I wat our bridal bed Was clean pease strae. Wi' working- late and early, We're come to what you see: For fortune thrave aneath our hands, Sae eident aye were we. The lowe of love made labour light, T'm sure ye'll find it sae, When kind ye cuddle down at e'en, 'Mang clean pease strae. The rose blossoms gay on cairny brae. As we el's in birken shaw, Aivd love will lowe in cottage low, As weel's in lofty ha'; Sae, lassie, tak the lad ye like, Whate'er your minnie say, Tho' vou should mak your bridal bed Of clean pease strae. OLD WINTER COMES ON WITH A FROWN. DEARboy, throw that icicle down, And sweep this deep snow from the door ; Old Winter comes on with a frown, A terrible frown for the poor. In a season so rude and forlorn. How can age, how can infancy bear The silent neglect and the scorn Of those who have plenty to spare ? Fresh broached is my cask of old ale, Well timed now the frost has set in ; Here's Job come to tell us a tale, We'll make him at home to a pin; While my wife and I bask o'er the fire The roll of the seasons will prove, That time may diminish desire, But cannot extinguish true love. Oh ! the pleasures of neighbourly chat, If you can but keep scandal away ; To learn what the world has been at, And what the great orators say. Though the wind through the cre- vices sing, And hail down our chimney re- bound, I'm happier than many a king, While the bellows blows bass to the sound. Abundance was never my lot, But, out of the trifle that's given, That no curse may alight on my ! cot, I'll distribute the bounty of hea • veu ; The fool and the slave gather wealth, But, if I add nought to my store, | Yet, while I have conscience in I health, I've a mine that will i ever grew poor. roii ••< K. IP.) .• trutli to - I ■ en, la oppose, 1 thump, Ki tol, Ac. tit, how ill tol, &C. ■ don 1MUSBMBNTS. nay grieve - undone, re, O! It -pit, *ns all the rent b-> i v . .11. r ;ent» and ladies squall Ptttb and , Han and I Only mi' hou I . I 'hey may talk 'bout tn M< I I "4"e, But it's nothing i And as ior their tun TIutc's none kike London sii \\ ho will pluck >< u by tin- ill And you to ber b < > . Pine arcades, dasbin Quadrant, ladies plant, Cat a dash, with-uit cash. Sport about, in ami oat, All the day, that's tin- To live in this age so rare, 0! JOLLY HKALTH SPRINGS ALOi JOLLY health ipriaga aloft to the loud sounding horn, I i he crms of « :n- braee : And joy swells a h\mn t> salute t lie s^ t -ft liioiii, That smile, on the soul-cln- chaa Aurora i the load* arouml, ii mountains fail murmuring il a The dew ipreadi the daisy decked ground, The birds nHag their sraj fn ■ the woods. When russ is in \ Than brush o*er the lawn like the ■ alshed be hind I I 120 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Hark forward • bark forward! high over we fly, Cross hedge, ditch, dauntless we bound ; Hound, horse, and huntsmen, es- pying the cry, The distant rocks doubling the sound. She dies, happy homeward we merrily join, Hospitality waits as our host; The tale of the field is encored as we dine, •«■ Then beauty gives wit as a toast. No faction, no falsehood our friend- ships profane ; No envy embitters delight: As exercise waits us all day on the plain, Felicity feasts us at night. IN WINE THERE IS ALL. IN wine there is ail in this life we can name, It strengthens our friendship, and love lights the flame ; Tho' life is but short, and at best but a span, Let's live all our days, and may this be the plan ; To drink, my dear boys, and to drive away sorrow, Let cash but hold out, and we'll ne'er ask to borrow, Tho' paupers to-night, we'll be rich rogues to-morrow. ii a neat country village, yet not far from town, A clean bed for a friend whene'er he comes down, With a choice pack of hounds us to wake in the morn, A hunter for each to set off with the horn. Then drink, &c. Our dishes well chosen, and nice of their sort, Qur cellars well stored with good claret and port, A bumper to hail, to hail the all glorious, Our grandsires did so, and our fa thers before us. Then drink, &c. A jolly brisk chaplain that can well grace the table. Who Avill drink like a man as long I as he's able, Who'll drink till his face port and claret makes Ved, Then stagger enlighten'd quite happy to bed. Then drink, &c. May each man have a lass, that, he wishes would prove, To his honour most true, and sin- cere to his love, With beauty, with wit, to change never prone, And the bandage, good-nature, to bind us their own. Then drink, &c. And just as Ave have liv'd, may we close the last scene. Quite free from all trouble, quite free from all pain ; The young they may wonder, the old they may stare, And lift uj) their hands, say what friendship was there. Then drink, &c. FILL THE BOWL. FILL the bowl with streams of pleasure, Such as Gallia's vintage boast; These are tides that bring our treasure, Love and friendship be the toast. First, our mistresses approving, With bright beauty crown the glass ; He that is too dull for loving, Must, in friendship, be an ass. Pylades is with Orestes Said to have one common soul But the meaning of the iest is In the bottom of the bowl POP! LAH AM) ( 1 1 c > 1 * 121 ■ **y» .Viul lltl] iid drink \\ Ufa ■ tal WHEN \'. AK W AS HEARD. beard, and ! • nppal, died. our momenta iweetly knew, and thte. ire diaturb'd thy W dimirTd thine »•> e, ■ Iben iii» lender breast - b for sigh ! know, e thine hour* employ, - » mpatlietic glo\r, ; joy. MERRY GIPSI] TRIO. c- me ; ■ in. I glee, Tbuiwt- from home. \N itl. a la. lal la, Ac » r the wild, bl we roam, Aiui boura be- rn'd at With a fal lal la. head, b'r l WE II.W K Ci)\yi l ! \\ ILL no AGAIN. o\ Otd Kn-iai.ir> Meal - \\ r ai e landed n Becare from i :.< I m ; r couatry and laa -, \\ *• have conquered, aiul v. ill do i in. Where rient ray I i is the day On India** extended domain, tr thy -faced \\ bo dared lo op|i \\ e have conquered, and will do Come, my brave hearts of oak, W" ii ilt* here on the ihore we ie* main ; \\ ben our country demands, \\ iih bearta aad ■ Ufa h \\ t are read) to conquer again MOLLY MALI* BY the big bill That*! a b I ih, . ar !•> I'm loth Hut I It' I - ■ ink, to think, : me. Orb ! it' bow I'm in ! • beautiful That - In t ilber, l UT, i lone, 122 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. T can see if you smile, Though I'm off half a mile, For my eyes all the while Keep along with my head ; And my head, you must know, When from Molly I go, Takes his leave wilh a bow, And remains in my stead. Och! it's how, &c. Like a bird I could sing, In the month of the spring, But it's now no such thing, I'm quite bothered and dead. Och ! I'll roar and I'll groan, My sweet Molly Malone, Till I'm bone of your bone, And asleep in your bed. Och! it's how, &c. RAISING THE DEVIL. " VE oft of magic read, Tliat could work changes funny, And it comes in my head, This magic must be money; For though you should be cross and old, And every thing that's frightful, Yet only once get store of gold, You're all that is delightful. Tol, iol, lol, &c. The law's delay who feels, That once its fees can master; For only grease the wheels, Oh, law! what can go faster. To prove Dame Justice bliud, should be, I know no reason stronger Than this, should she a bribe once see, She'd Justice be no longer. Tol, lei, lol, &c. A quack once advertized, He Beelzebub would raise up, "Which all the town surprised, And sprung a pretty breeze up. But soon his word not to be worse, And lay their strong doubts level, He showed tbem all an empty purse, And cried, this is the Devil ! Tol, lol, lol, &c. HEAVE A HEAD ! PULL AWAY. BORN at sea and my cradle a frigate, The boatswain he nurs'd me true blue ; I soon learnt to fight, drink, and jig- it, And quiz ev'ry soul of the crew. So merrily push round the glasses, And strike up the fiddles, huzza! And foot it away with the lasses, Tol de rol, heave a head ! pull away ! A Tar, though his hopes should be lopp'd off, His courage should ever hold fast, So Tom Tough when the colours were popp'd off, His blue jacket nail'd to the mast. So merrily, &c. Te love and to fight's a Tar's duty, And either delight to him bring To live with his favorite beauty, Or die for his country and king. So merrily, &c. COT SPLUTTER O'NAILS, COT splutter o'nails, Hur was come from North Wales, To try hur good fortune in London ; Put, oh ! hur poor heart, , Hur fears, for hur part, Alas! hur for ever is undone For as hur was coing, With Shenkin and Owen, To pray to goot Tavit, hur saint, sir; A young tamsel hur met, Put hur all in a sweat, Goot lack, hur was ready to faint, sir. So pright was her eyes, As the stars in the skies, Hur lips were like rupies, so fine, sir; LAH \M> I Ho ■ liit<- ami i e, boa ear i re bur . ill, sir. . iir, llur croant, and -a\> nothing pat I lady. .ill, f hur fall, bed a tear out of pity; est hur cneves, Hur shall tie, hur beli And so there s au end to hur ditty. SIMON SUPPLE. IN England, they tell us, ui of qeeer fellows, later dwelt, Simon Sup- pU . I that one v. id embitter bit life, • I'll marry a coo- ipeech of eight parti \\ on a c iipif of bee i Thou like me, 1 I tallislt; And his hair, as they - v and half g i \ iiie- H'm i | one, man, i. ok : all in a fu I sue' in aversion to black. At hi lair. ( Dill. I Till his In Oa tin- outside, i O, MY LOVE! MY U U HEN Irtt to Helena late How t A thrillin O ! *twa In ii . >uid Kasuire ■ hrnte To bin- , it Helen li-t« O, my lo\e ! my I To \< rap u . lit, A'nl >ontl Lullaby, n. And peace thy heart ' ■ O ! ni> lore ! bij I THE FARME L'S \\\i BIT i ^ • nd to a tail: .. antonly float h< I b( I Or their produce, which aa1 For the health th. 124 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. At morning the sun gilds the vale ; At evening, as SoPs beams de- part, The farmer rejoices in ale, And drinks to the friends of his heart. Then, what can compare with green fields, Or their produce, which nature has sent; For the health that good exercise yields, Makes happy the farmers in Kent. Here labour relies on repose, To strengthen for each coining day ; Here the wild flower, the pink, and the rose, All bloom in the bosom of May. Such, such, are the joys of green fields, Which breeds in a cottage con- tent ; To pa riakeof the produce it yields. You're welcome, with farmers of Kent. BENBOWLTNG'S DEPARTURE. BEN Bowling, a true-hearted tar, A right gallant son of Old Ocean, Elate with the rumours of war, Soon felt all his courage in mo- tion ; The king, he said, must be obeyed, So, Molly, a truce to thy wail- ing; For see, every anchor is weighed, And all the fleet ready for sail- ing. Then, kissing his charmer, with- drew, But often turned kindly to hail her; While Molly sighed faintly adieu! Invoking success to her sailor. Behold the fleet now under weigh, Their top-sails are swelled by the breezes; What beauty their streamers dis- play, \\ hat grandeur the prospect in- 1 creases ! See, see, down the Channel they stretch, To glory and victory steering; While proudly the crowd on the beach Salute the bold heroes with cheering; And still, while his charmer's in view, Ben often turns kindly to hail her ; Wjhile Molly sighs faintly adieu * Invoking success to her sailor. Should France, ainid thunder and smoke, Her navy build hopes of success on, Depend on't, our true hearts of oak Will leach her an old English lesson ; May Ben, for his dear Molly's sake, Return again, laden with trea- sure, And, taking her under his wake, Moor safe in the harbour of pleasure ; That Ben, when again he shall view, His charmer, with rapture may hail her; And Molly, who late sighed adieu ! Glad greet the return of her sailor. BOLD JACK THE SAILOR. BOLD Jack the sailor here I come, Pray how d'ye like my nib, My trowsers wide, my trampers rum, My nab, and flowing jib: I sails the seas from end to end, And leads a joyous lite; In ev'ry mess I finds a friend, In ev'ry port a wife. I've heard them talk of constancy Of grief, and such like fun ; — I've constant been to ten, cried F But never griev'd for one: POP! LAH ; In < ul, up iheStrt I bend, i leads ■ .1 nil, Will Gait, by death, was ta'en a , -but what did J A\ hy Hood in \Yill».'i , but in the end , her life, i end, Thes bt - all the go, rub. We works, ami lores, and fi^ht*. the And drinks the penYous bub : Storms that the must to splinters read, Can't shake our jovial life, In ei B find a Iriend, In e. TOM TRANSOM. TOM Tmn and to the bach I With a heart loyal, constant, ami i Married <> all the 111 him three sons, Tom, U k, >\ b And delighted to think, when bj H they'd their country ut and out I the bran And he true to our count i To in first l lit ; >\ ill ihar'd the la to, And while like a lion by i mates he t Pool Jack by bis pate* When old Tom fii-st hoard tb news of their de d, The Kin-, Peg, will I cai • And now I draw my la»: breath, M> v'd their country at ELL! WHERE is Ellen, rural beauty? Ah ! in pity tell i \\ ell she claimi ■ beat Ardent lo\e ami to.. ThO 1 time should fade : itli, The mind ma v stiil 1 [acres truth. And i u here Is Ellen, rural uliut ine th< i Ardent love and lend* 111 126 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Some graces time will steal away, Some graces nobly cherish ; Beauty, like flowers, must soon decay, But sense can never perish. Where then is rural beauty ? Ellen pure, is Ellen fair ! Mine is still a heart of duty, Ardent love and tender care. With my hey derry down, and my hey down derry, Around the green meadows sc blithe and so merry, You'll ne'er find a heart that r s more fond or more true, For I never lov'dany, dear Mary* but you. DEAR MARY. YOU tell me, dear girl, that I'm given to rove, That I sport with each lass on the green, That I join in the dance, and sing sonnets of love, And still with the fairest am ceen ; With my hey derry down, and my hey down derry, Around the green meadows so blithe and so merry, With blazk, brown, and fair, I have frolick'd, 'tis true, But I never lov'd any, dear Mary, but you, Tho' Phillis and Nancy are uam'd in my song, My eyes will Etili wander to you ! Not to Phillis or Naucy my rap- tures belong, To you, and you only, they're due ; With my hey derry down, and my hey down derry, Around the green meadows so blithe and so merry, My songs are of pleasure and beauty 'tis true, But I never lov'd any, dear Mary, but you. In those eyes you may read a fond heart all your own ; But, alas ! 'tis the language of Love. My feelings you'd pity, that Ian guage once known, Ah ! learn it, all doubts to re- move : MY LODGING IS ON THE COLD GROUND. MY lodging is on the cold ground, And very hard is my fare ; But that which grieves me more, love, Is the coldness of my dear. Yet still he cry'd, turn love ; I pray thee, love, turn to me ; For thou art the only girl, love, That is adored by me. With a garland of straw I'll crown thee, love ; I'll marry thee with a rush ring • Thy frozen heart shall melt with love, So merrily I shall sing. Yet still, &c. But if you will harden your heart, love, Anil be deaf to my pitiful mpant Oh! I must endure the smart, love And tumble in straw all alone. Yet still, &c. T.IE CCOK SHOP. I KNEW by the smoke that so greasefull curl'd, From a kitchen below that a cook-shop was near, And I said if a gorge 's to be found in the world, The man that is hungry might hope for it here. Ev'ry plate was at rest, And I heard not a sound, But the knives and fork* rattling, Sweet music for me. I'Ol'l L\ll AM) ( H And ' would i -it, \N it li a joint lb no < With a sirloin of beef, a t ami i m d eoeld I li\ e, aiul how caliu could Id BrV] plate, ftc. By tin- side - f \ou dustman whose black muscle* dip, in ihe ^u-u of lee gravy so ecliae, And to K ii ibt*d it down with my lip. That it oe*er bad been go b bl e d by any but mine. ry plate, Ac CHAPTER ON P0CK1 OH ! long i irli thai ie- \ i\ 8 without pother, The modes •* tljeir darling- ori nai motuer, Mrs. Eve, mho was straight as Un- sticks of sky-rockets, And first set the fashion of wear- ing no pockets. So ladies go cool, don't care a splinter. For easterly winds or a hard frosty winter, With petticoats light, genteel, and cle\ • Bo flannel be dainu'd and the ague for « i Mrs Ere who with panniers her sides would not saddle. Nor e'er thought of pockets |o hold in her daddle. By my soul the invention's right handy and sensible, Then bless the fair ladies' sweet dear indispensible. From Cork Paddy came, and the iish dean d him. For i i nearly but- tou'd behind him. Tit t i iris, oh! the p fro i i with your pockets befbi e j >>u. fro in \\ ith Pocket in !. pom Oh ! she'd I f the poll in a minute. MARY ON< I. II M) LO\ I T\\ (>. M A 11 Y once had 1 Whining, " Ah!*' cries one, " what shall I do ! Mary dear, I'm d\ in T'other vowM hi in ju-r Dead in j:rie t*s a \ Sgarj ; Butsirhs could never raise a tame In the heart of Mary. A youth there came, all blithe ■ Merry, laughing, singing, Sporting, court n ■el the bells a-rin Soon he trippM it off t Lightly gay, and nil t'otbers in the lurch, lug— after Marj . •IIS \\ HISKEY I ADORE. AS I went down by yon blind quay, ih\e evening in the spring, The little merry tap-room bells Melodiously did ring: They rung their merry drunken notes, They rung them o'er and I AbfGramacnree, Btol Kinky, dear, 'Ti-> whiskej i adoi e. As I passed the fat landlady. Full drunkealj i stnlk< ihe unto lur husband, " I 11. .\ <• > OS M ()l«. y«s, | did t chalk, Ah, Gram ichree, Ac 12S POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. His humming- stuff so pleased me, That quickly I sat down, And devil a step that I did stir, Till I drunk half-a-crown ; And if I had ten times as much, I'd drink it o'er ami o'er. Ah, Gramachree, &c. Two fat mud-larks, before myface, Lay grunting in a sty, I envied them their happiness, So snugly they did lie. Such fondness once my wifeshow'd ine. But now, alas! 'tis o'er. Ah, Gramachree, &c. At length, when home at night I came, My wife stood at the door; With pot-hooks long, and crooked naiis, My eyes and face she tore; She rolled me in the gutter, too, She rolled me o'er and o'er. Ah, Gramachree, &e. LP, ROUSE, YE GODS! MY steeds have to the stable gone, My chariot is put up; Its lamps are out, its race is run, And 'tis high time to sup ! The chops are broiling on the fire, The cloth is laid, I see; Up, rouse, ye gods, I do desire, And let us merry be. My husband now is fast asleep, His hammer idle lies, And I am come, this night to keep, High in the starry skies. In Etna let him toil and tire, That lite wo'n't do for me; So rouse, ye gods. I do desire, And let us merry be. »Tis false, you jade, no rest I know, While here you gallivant, And if you think to gull me so. Believe me, ma'am, yousha'n't; No, ma'am, you sha'n't. . As much as you I mirth admire, And faith I'll join your glee ; So rou^e, ye gods, I do desire And let us merry be. A HOLY FRIAR. I AM a. friar of orders g*rey, And down the vallies I take my way ; I pull not blackberry, haw or hip, Good store of ven'son does fill my scrip, My long bead roll I merrily chaunt. \V herever I walk no money I want; And why I'm so plump the reason I'll tell— Who leads a good life is sure to live well. What baron or squire, Or knight of the shire. Lives half so well as a holy friar. After supper of Heaven I dream > But that is fat pullet and clouted cream ; Myself, by denial, I mortify — With a dainty bit of a warden pie ; I'm cloth'd in sack-cloth, for my sin ; With old sack wine I'mlin'd with in ; A chirping cup is my matin song, And the vesper's bell is my bowl, ding, dong. What baron or 'squire, &c WIT SPARKLE LIKE THE BOWL. FILL high the bowl, an ample tide I love to see it foaming wide ; The cheerful bumper then display, Drink to the friendly and the gay ; Drink will exhilarate the soul, And make wit sparkle like the bowl. Like Bacchus, round my temples twine The clusters of the juicy vine ; Tour in the claret, 'twill impart New raptures to the drinkers heart; 'Twill then exhilarate the soul, And make wit sparkle like the bcwl POT I LAH \ Mi ' Lei i A bumper and ■ kiss Inspire n ml Willi inirlli ami toml de- .hilarate tin And make wit sparkle life to drink lo- ir ■ -« punch Infused with vine ; Inspiring mirth, nnd l<>\ e, nnd jo\ Such rapiores which can cl >y ; Drink will exhilarate the soul, And make wit sparkle like ihe bowl. THE WOODMAN. FAR rt'inov'd from noise an J. . w fdTd by this old That tree shall form the spruce III, Or \* W, where oyster < r vulgar rig ; The stage, where boxers crowd in tl Or < h*a, perhaps Ihe Or i> i* barbi is* Win i'. oh, The gibbet oil which han^- tin Mak'sl l> II) \ ■ himsyPi For children r age. Ami C I .ill. Vet justice lei >'-, still ..: Theee chairs, and this coni board, The bin that holds gay Bac hoard, Coafess the woodman's stroke; He made the press thai bleeds tl^e \ me, The butt that holds the genVous The hall itself, where tip'.ers joiu To crack the mirthful joke. ERE AROUND THE HUGE OAIC. .round the buge oak that i mill, The fond ivy had dar'd to in- twinc ; the church Mas a ruin that nods on the hill. Or a rook built its nest on the pine. Coubl I trace back the tiuir. distant date, since my forefathers 1 t<>il*d in this field ; And the lann I now hold on honour's estate, Is the saim* which m> grand* father tiiPd. He, dying, bequeathed to his son a d name, Which un&ully'd, descended to me ; Por n. y child bleml And it Kl ball be in «• 130 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. TO LIBERTY HARK. YE fox-hunters bold in the sport who delight, And for liberty now do so firmly unite, Attend to my ballad, 'tis freedom I sing, And freedom in England you know is the thing. Chorus. Then to liberty hark, Hark to liberty here, To defend it we're ready, Steady, boys, steady, 'Tis slavery only we fox-hun- ters fear. Not they that are wealthy, or noble, or great, Who have titles, or power, or ho- nours of state, Though courted by numbers with pompous parade, Our sport shall controul, or our freedom invade. Then to liberty hark, &c. They say we .are factious and love to oppose, That farmers are pert, and are obstinate foes ; But faction we hate, ha7e no ma- lice in view, Our sport and our freedom we only pursue. Then to liberty hark, &c. 'Tis the man who -an fawn, and from honour do, arts, Opposes his friends who once gave him their hearts ; 'Tis on him, only him, our resent- ments are plac'd, For the hunt is dishonour'd by turn-coat disgrac'd. Then to liberty hark, &c. Old Reynard exults and is pleas'd with the fray, Cries their sport and our danger will dwindle away; For whilst thus their deserter our friend shall behave, The t'ox will be free, and the sportsman a slave. Then to liberty hark, &c. The sportsman of birth has no enemy here, We honour his station, his virtues revere ; And when facts shall be known by old Time brought to light, Then in hunting and freedom we all shall unite. Then to liberty hark, Ac- Then fill up vour glasses, my boys fill 'em high, 'Tis to fox-hunters free, who the toast can deny ; 'Tis to those who have honour of ev'ry degree, For they, only they, are the sports- men for me. Then to liberty hark, &c. OH MONEY! Oh money ! thou master of all things below, Of each chain thou'rt the prin- cipal link ; What can purchase a friend, or can buy off a foe, Or make black appear white, like the chink ? Your lawyers, physicians, in short ev'ry tribe, Who to eat dip the pen in their ink, Wou'd they write, or advise, or consult, or prescribe, Were it not for the sake of the chink ? Of men and of women, high, low, great, and small, 'Tis the life, 'tis the victuals, the drink ; 'Tis a sood universal acknow- ledge— all, all Revive at the sound of the chink. No more talk of Cupid, for thine, far above, His power to nothing can sink ; I doat to distraction, cou'd have her I love, Alas ! if 1 had but the chink. POl'l LAP AM) < MiM, m THERE \»'i mm: w nil \ 01 r. As • I •— W h.it are you .,1' HcltyM.irtin .* But ii u l'» \\ liuh ererj one does ci y out, ti you chauce t,. p * Oh !— J 1 with your out.' RJ tooral loo, &C. Not long ago fra' Yorkshire Town, I cuniM up by t!p And soon in Lunnun war let down. At | But kmm fra* tii. M d'ye OM uncle's boute to pry out, A> hen a chap com'd up and said to me — « Oh !— There you go with your ■ out.' Ri tooral loo, Ac. Of this, d'ye mind, I took no heed, But to o'd uncle's past on; v ii another chap tome, indeed, Cam'd up just like the last one; He stared at mo — I stared at him — •l humour then was nigh out, T a tare he bawl'd so grim, 4 Oh!--There you go with your eye out.' Hi tooral loo, &c. If one eye's out, says I, it's droll, And to me is unknown, sirs; Put up iny hand to find tin* hole. But found it WU not flown, i a third chap cam wi' grin* uing patience quite t>> try out, And bellow ed out ■ i' strange gri- * Ob!— There you go uith your nt.' Hi toorai 1 y\ hat all the world imyi must be - quite fun: two As those * ii ■ •» iii out. Still haw 1 • RJ T* account for tab And I thought 1 inusi be drunk <»r mad, If drunk, I did iee doable ; e next that bawTd 1 biack'd his t And made hi- eye soon fly out; ried with a better grace, 1 There you go with your eye out.' Hi tooral loo, Ac. But now of Lunu'in town I'm sick, Bo Til from Cockney talk sheer, And take tins speech that's quite the kick, Wi 1 me now back to Yorkshire. To wed me, Dolly waits, d'ye mind, So to her I will cry out — For she loves me, and lore is blind— * Oli !— There you g° w »th your eye out.' R| tooral loo, 4c. THE SOFT SMILE OF BKAUTY. OH ! what can compare with the beams of the morn. When the bright ■pangling dew- dropa When Am-, i deeper the Ere the sun's flaming orb ii m anted ^i\ hi Th the m • In .ii Of ti>\ ■, the land that \\ hen diM i id the 132 POPULAR AN3> CHOICE SONGS. What nerves for the battle the arm of the brave, Or bids us encounter the storm beaten wave ? 'Tis the soft smile of beauty, Ac. Though thy sons in the fiedd are undaunted in war, And the fame of thy chieftains re- wound from afar; Though nature each charm in thine island combines, One ray of thy glory all others outshines ; 'Tis the soft smile of beauty. &c. What leads us to traverse these regions unknown, And explore each recess of this dark frozen zone ? Though with thirstof renownevery bosom may burn. What reward do we hope when again we return ? Tis the soft smile of beauty, &c. POOR BOB. I'LL, give thee, poor Bob, because thou'rt my son, The best counsel I can for my life ; Then listen, I pray, to what I shall say, And [ warrant I'll get thee a wife, poor Bob. Yes I will, so I will, and I war- rant, &c. Put on the best clothes that ever tliou hast, That is neither ragged nor torn, And thy rare yellow hose, they will suit thy fine clothes, And they'll think thee some gentleman born, poor Bob. Yes, they will, so they will, and they'll think, &c. As Bob was a mounting, and taking his leave Of his mother, so loving and kind, It grieved him to the heart tJ think he must part, Anil leave his dear mother be- hind, poor Bob. Yes it did, so it did and leave, &c ], The first that Bob was a suitor unto, Was the farmer's fat daughter, called Grace; But he had no sooner spoke one word or two, Than she hit him a slap on the lace, poor Bob. Yes she did, so she did, and she hit, &c. What nils thee, fair maid ? what art thou stark mad, To strike such a gallant as I? Don't you see my fine clothes, and my rare yellow hose, You'll want such a inon ere you die, sweetheart. Yes yon will, so you will, you'll waut, &c. As Bob was walking the streets along, Not regarding of any one's mocks, He kissed the pardon's fair wife, which caused much strife, And the parson put him in the stocks, poor Bob. Yes he did, so he did. and the par- son, &c. If this be the plague of getting a wife, I'd never seek out for another. But I will live single all the days of my life, And now 1*11 gansr home to my mother, poor Bob. Yes I will, so I will, and now, &c. SAY, CRUEL IRIS, PRETTY RAKE. SAY, cruel Iris, pretty rake, Dear mercenary beauty, What annual offering; shrill 1 make Expressive of my duty ? My heart's a victim to thine eyes Should I at once deliver; Say, would the angry fair one prize The gift,— who slights the giver : \ic AM) I | Rud let '« -in; ! Id Imparl ■ ill give laem when i i el '•». Ill give thct- * mething yet un- Not i i ivi1 ; .ih! too Charming ina ill, Ml give thee— to the devil. A JOLLY FISHERMAN. til the world'a enjoyments. t ever valued ■ i There's none of our enjoyment*, \\ Ufa fishing can com] ii, Mine i rite, i me fight, olden lucre court! But tolling still, Bean off the bell, For profit, or tor ■porting Then who a .jolly fisherman, a fisherman would he, His throat must wet, just like his set, To keep out cold at sea. The country squire loves running A pack of well -mouthed bounds; Another fancies gunning, For wild ducks In his grounds; 1 h - hunts, that fowls, This bowks, Dick bowls, ter pleasure wishing, But Tom that tells, >\ n GWes ;»ii the prafoe to fishing. Then who \c. A goad Westphalia gammon i, ( ly lure ; But \* bat i- thai to inltnon, Just taken from t * VI >\ I -19, I Are ni In'd Or l'i e nu »k II Tin Keen hu I ii. ir pi • | >\ iiiut he ili.it i \\ itw ease maj do I, e in boot, Hay eutertaiu the mti Then ■ bo, And th ••" some em low .1 ns will make bold, And laugh at patlem an, \\ bo stand s»> long the cold ; '1 lu> u ait on n >\ «• « .tit Oil this, Ami think it easy labour; And if you'd know, Fish proflta Ion, «ult our Holland neighbour* CONTENTED \\ V LITTJLB. CONTENTED wl" little, and can- tie wi' malr, Whene'er i forgather wi 1 .sorrow and enre, iliem a skelp, as tin spin' along, W* a cog o 1 guld rwats, and an aula - lug. I whyios claw the elbow o 1 trou- blesome thought ; But man is a soger, and life is a Caught; My mirth and good humour are con in my pouch, And my Freedom's my lairdsbia monarch dare touch. A towmond u 1 trouble, should that be ii \ I it a' ; When at lb join i .i \\ ha the ti. ■' the isl t Blind chance, lei ber snapper a mo lto't u N J 34 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Come ease, or coine travail; come pleasure, or pain, My waret word is—" Welcome, and welcome again !" LFAVE OFF YOUR FOOLISH PRATING. LEAVE off your foolish prating*, Talk no more of Whig: and Tory, But drink your glass, round let it pass, The bottle stands before ye. Fill it up to the top, Let the night with mirth be crownM ; Drink about— see it out, Love and friendship still go round. If claret be a blessing, This night devote to pleasure : Let worldly cares, and state af- fairs, Be thought on at most leisure. Fiii it up, &c. If any is so zealous, To be a party minion, Lcl him drink like me, we'll soon agree. And be of one opinion. Fill your glass, name your lasg, See her health go swiftly round; Drink about— see it out, Let the night with mirth be crownM. Yes, whiter her bosom than snaw on the mountain, And bonny her face as the red rose can be. See yon lowly cottage that stands by the wild wood, Hedged round wi' sweet briar and green willow tree, 'Twas yonder I spent the first days o' my childhood, And first felt the power of a love-rollin' ee. Though soon frae my hame and my lassie I wander'd, Though lang I've been tossing on fortune's rough sea, Aye dear was the valley where Eltrick ineander'd ; Aye dear was the blink o' her blue rollin' ee. O for the evening, and O for the hour, When down by yon greenwood she promised to be; When quick as the summer-dew dries on the flower, A' earthly affections and wishes wad flee. Let Art and let Nature display their proud treasure ; Let Paradise boast o' what bliss it could gie ; As high is my bliss, and as sweet is my pleasure, In the heart-melting blink o' my lassie's blue ee. HER BLUE ROLLIN' EE. MY lassie is lovely as May-dav, adorning Wi' gowans an' jirimroses ilka green lea ; Tho' sweet is the violet, new blawn i' the morn lag:, As tender and sweet is her blue rollin' ee. O say, what is whiter than snaw on the mountain ? Or what wi' the red rose in beauty can vie ? THE PEDESTRIAN TRA- VELLER. O'ER the furze-covered moun- tains as weary I roam, •And the bright star of evening appears, What pleasing sensations when panting for home, And the village dog breaks on our ears ! Through the half-broken pane should the candle light beam, Cheer d by hope, how my foot" steps increase ! I'Ol'll. \K AM) i Mol As I , i ihe mansion <>t p In Um i s 't Tii' ltd saluting the w ith a ut'l- An I >ol draw-lit I a miiiIc. OB Uer hand the hri-k howl, Aiul. lips, faint ipriu ins - it for such comforts as till - Thou, and bonoai t h*i 1 1 ! v i better, lore, friendship, and Though your lords may despise lords, AN itli (simplicity let j* sit down ; ant the ble- ed*, Lei hi go hunt for re- no MY EYE TO MRS. i pin l do not matter, better, frith, then I ; i may spurn, Talk about gentility ; > turn, prettj Kitty, ill; ■ ing, Lei mm' i« n . the dei ii take Yon arc all iny eye to inc. DISCONSOLATE SAILOR'S lll.l I K.\. more Pin returnM to my own native shore, Whicn I Kelt SO dejected, so heart- - and poor, Each face look'd Indignant and lhj ; lit for relief o\\ the perilous maio, And, Fortune, she cheer*d my poor bear I i "While I bra\'d the caprice of the i! Tho* death seem'd impatiently waiting around, With sharp-pointed lightening and thunder profound, Or roar*d in the larbulenl u ind ; \\ hen a calm has retum'd, l'\e said tO each mate, Tho* the heav'ns have froun'd, I ling I hate So much as lh< kind. I had not forgot b trt was oppi i And slighted by ' And parted my peim\ But it lould No i. pain, I3G POPULAR A*D CHOICE SONGS. LOVE'S FLOWERY FETTEltS. LOVE'S flowery fetters wearing 1 , And pleas'd their burden bearing-, 1 ask not to be tree ; For, ah! to floating lovers Their very chain discovers More joys than liberty. Tho' charms of form or feature Must fade in course of nature, The heart retains its bloom ; And, lik^ the rose, when dying-, In dusty atoms flying, Strikes on the wind perfume. DOLL, OF WAPPING. *TWAS at Stepney-church I was spliced to Doll, Pull away, pull away, together; In wedlock you'll oft'times meet with a squall, But I found it all foul weather. Such a curious clapper hungtongue had she, Doll's music there was no stop- ping ; So, in less than a week, I put off to sea, Pull away, pull away, I say, What a devil of a Doll, of Wrap- ping ! I sailed for Jamaica, to give her the slip, Pull away, pull away, yo ho, there ! Cut, soon finding my latitude, Doll took a trip, And she presently had me in tow there. So again I was forced to lead the old life, And to India was fain to be hop- ping, Where, landing, the first that I met was my wife; Pull away, pull away, pull away, 1 I say, I What d'ye think of my Doll, of I Wappbig ; At Calcutta hhe jawed for three' weeks and a day, Pull away, pull away, so fine O ! i Where I luckijy shipped her foe Botany Bay, And myself set sail for China ; But, just as I counted on the end of my toils, Never dreaming of what was to happen, We were both cast away near the Philippine Isles, Pull away, pull away, pull away, I say. What a chop for my Doll, of Wap- ping. Well, what would you have i all my buffetting past; Pull away, pull away, d'ye mind me ? I'm here among the savages moor- ed at last, Where Doll is not able to find me; Safe out of the reach of her d — d slack-jaw, A\ iih plenty of grub for popping, I'm snug along-side of this tight young squaw, Pull away, pull away, pull away, belay ! And the devil take Doll, of Wap- 'TIS TRUTH, NOW, BY YEA AND BY NAY. VERILY, ah! how my heart keep- eth bumping; A pendulum 'gainst my tough ribs loudly thumping, Or a mouse in a rat-trap, that's to and fro jumping; 'Tis truth, now, by yea and by nay ! And its umph, umph, what can the matter be ? Umph, umph, what can the matter be? Moved by the spirit, so what can the matter be ? Ephraiin, thou'rt going astray ! Yea, marvellous 'twas when my eyes first went roving, From meek sister Sarah towards vanity moving [*Ol*l LAII AM) ( H(M< 1 | || llll' !ld I'V A the in i ffOOd in, i ul pumps on the in, h Htirred up r up a puddi ,d bf When I, > ea .ind nay, ever pro- doa n my body | or take 1 \r be mei rj and kind ; \\ hat mind | To ^ enu Of \s liom jolly moi tali all I To their bai iv deliver hi And ponder o\ r Latin Greek, To anticipate all The chars M < k ; With buinjx plas \\ v laugh at Mies- Chance and her frowm, The follies of mankind That pine at the world'-, npa doi Then, pled THE MAID OF TH1 SAT out one (ve, xrith intention to roam To the it wantonly j>la\ , When the owl had ttol*n ou, • And hi i. clos'd in the ill The moon Mas at lull and dignity r Antl tiasuMwith - in.inilM M The God of the i And ASolua fan peril \\ lure blood-hunt «.: t beld ' b< i » i chivalrj hun M I 138 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. My eyes were nlarm'd on behold- ing a maid, Who, near to the cavern, sat silent in grief, Her head on her hand all in sor- row was laid, A hard rocky pillow was all her relit- f. She started with fear and she fain would have fled, I begg'd her lo stay and her sorrows relate, Then told her from me, «1 e had nothing to dread, That I was sent there by the or- der of fate, — You came by the order of one, she reply'd, Who has done all she can to distract my poor mind, O'erwhelm'd in the deep, my dear William, my pride, Then sunk, and she gave her last brealh to the wind ! HARRY HAWSER. IN the course of my life I have seen many nations, I've seen many states, and have fill'd many stations ; The valet by turns with the mas- ter I've been, And in each various state, various fortune have seen, With the high and the low, By turns thus we go, With a hob and a nob,— And a jerk, and a bob,— ^Spoken."] But I'd always a great inclination to be master, so I sing— « Britons never will be slaves.' A soldier I serv'd in a fearful campaign. Sir, But ne'er felt the courage I then earnt to feign, Sir, The. i parade it and strut it in sprightly cockade, Which all the world knows oft' a Captain has made : From sloven to fop, Then by turns we pop, With a hob and a nob, And a jerk and a bob. — Spoken. \ But I didn't like a sol dier'a life, so I used to sing — * Britain's best bulwarks are her wooden walls.' A sailor I've been, and have plough'd the salt sea, bir, And of all sorts of lives still a sailor's for me, Sir. I'll slum all the great and their curs'd civil racket, And change ev'ry suit for a sailor's blue jacket; On the high and the low, Still the wind may blow, With a hob and a nob, And a jerk and a bob, — Spoken,"] So now I care for no thing but to dance upon deck and sing — * Send hiin victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us, God save the king I' THE SAILOR CAPERING ASHORE. POLL, dang it, how d'ye do ? Nan, won't you give us a bu;s I Why, what's to do wi' you ? Why here's a pretty fuss. Say, shall we kiss and toy ? I goes to sea no more ; Oh! I'm the sailor boy For capering ashore Father he apprenticed me All t3 a coasting ship, I being resolved, d'ye see, To give them all the slip ; I got to Yarmouth fair, Where I had been before, So father found me there, A capering ashore. Next out to India, I went a guinea pig- : When we got to Table Bay, Mind what a pretty rig ; — POP! LMt AM) I I AH a i il A capering: ashore. l hop, i- for*t ; ike should drop | . Idle, that s ><>ur 'J In ac tumble up, a-h Once get the lab ur n'cr, Then Bailor boy ■peiiug ashore. THE DORSETSHIRE 'SQJJIRE. A \\ B \LTHY Squire, in D irma of life; Hit (i pent in sweet con- tent, Ho never harboured strife. Tela happy Vqui i tshire, . a in a pleasant vale; His chief delight, at noon anil tit, A mug of nut-brown ale. TUc wealthy Squire of Dorset- shire ie poor oppress; But aid impart with cheerful heart, To merit in distriss. No en\ious tmgue, with venom stung, 'Gainst him did e'er prevail; Twas pleasure rare, with him to A mu' of nut-brown ale. IN VAIN TO FORGET. tin to forget the fair traitress I swear, For memory twines all her t rins round my heart. Such magical fetien no efforts impair, They goad and distract me— but r u ill part. Tl»e si . by his chain. Thus itralui hi- Rltempts t But the Itnunleut tti pain. Ami he faints on the broken, like TOM JENKINS AND DO I DIMPLB. TOM Jenkins was known as a bier, or snub, And never did Tom stand in i if a job; He whistled and laboured from morning- to night, And Tom's little shed was a shed of delight. Derry down, &c. Yet Tom, be it told, fell a martyi to care ; And why ?— Dolly Dimple was blooming- and fair! Tom's lot was to mend the broke heel of her shoe, And Tom never after a moment's ease knew, Derry down, Ac. In vain to the syren his passion he told— Doll's heart, like his lap-stone, was flinty and cold : In vain he declared he would take her for life, — Her nose was turned up at a cob bier's wife. Derry down, Ac. In vain he presented the ring to her view; 44 Tom Jenkins," she sung out 44 begone, it wn'ii't do." In vain did he tell her his bosom*! disaster— 44 Tom Jenkins," she answered, 44 I'm meat for your master** 4 Derry down, Ac. Not a board in his stall but was cut with aer aai Not a sign that he bfN athed but rded his flame *. 140 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Not a song- that be sung from his sensitive mind, But carolled the burden, " uear Dolly, be kind." Derry down, &c. But, no! cruel Dolly rejoiced at his pain, And bantered his sorrows again and again ; Na3% though he protested she'd kill him with scoff, Still answered, sad hussy, " Tom Jenkins, be off." Derry down, &c. But Tommy, in turn, soon cocked up his nose, And Dolly relented, or so the tale goes ; Her anger was smothered, her pride was all gone, And she cried of herself, now, *' Tom Jenkins, come on." Deny down, &c. COME BUY MY SWEET POSIES. THE father of Nancy a forester was, And an honest old woodman was he ; And Nancy, a beautiful innocent lass, As the sun in its circuit could see. She gather'd wild flowers, and lilies and roses, And cry'd thro' the village, ' Come buy my sweet posies.' The charms of this fair one a vil- lager caught, A noble and rich one was he v Great offers he made,but by Nancy was taught, That a poor girl right honest might be. She still gather'd wild flowers, and lilies and roses, And cry'd thro' the village, ' Come buy my sweet posies.' The father of Nancy a forester Mas, And a i)0<»r little stroller was she. But her lovei so noble soon mar ry'd the lass, She's as happy as maiden could be. No more gather'd wild flowers, ami lilies and roses, Nor cry'd thro' the village, * Come buy my sweet posies.' THE MAID OF THE GREEN, I'VE travell'd afar from my dear native home, And seen lovely women past telling ; In this place, or t'other, as fancy wou'd roam, I wauder'd and took up a dwell- ing. Sweet women I prize, whereso- ever they be, Tho' jesters and coxcombs may rally ; But she that's most pleasing and charming to me Is Sally, my sweet pretty Sally* The maid of the Green, pretty Sally ! When often beset by this beauty and that, My tongue in their praise never falter'd ; With each one I prattled, and hu- mour'd their chat, But still my fond heart never alter d. No, no, for in whatever climate or place I chane'd when a rover to dally I saw in my fancy the beautiful face Of Sally, my sweet pretty Sally The maid, &c. And ever shall be the pride of my song, Whose constancy nothing cou'd sever; For tho' far away from my char mer too long, Her io\e was as faithful as ever l'on I. All AND ( lion 111 Tlu-i . A i U odour end llytj -illy ! The maid, &c. AND ANT 1. BIB, THK IMMBY. SI PP wntry boy, •Od dan* it, rare 1 knew t When u'uls are simple, cold, ami I taught 'em soon a tow things. I got so loud of frolickl mtj used t i ic< id me ; To town I run a rolicking, < country cou'du't hold I A bottle lir«.t. Kiv k up ■ thttt. If fun I find my whim bo; Then lie was the game, And an't I, sir, the pimby : "With chitterlin stuck out so stiff, And ruffles o'er my knock] Beauod out my red silk, handker- chief, My watch and silver buckles: My bat, and eyes, aud shoes so bright, Full black a^ any crows look'd ; Mycbeekso red, my teeth so white, And monstrous nice my nose look'd. fl I, ho, ho, Sinco tMngl are so, A pretty girl tl.e whim be; The langt> - the game, And, ma'am, an't I the pimby ? My duck, she was a lady fair, i maiden, wife, or widow, Says I, ye please will take the air ; To Bajrnigf-e-Well* we rid, oh! Tin n ' i and syllabob firm 1 fixed my heart on; t , a hen full of bub, False kalhalecn and Carton. Sweet Sally si; And, pant i B| , Crlot, Let kifcsing nOW the whim ! Then langty-oodle wni And how do you like the pimbj I w no ( \\ m ^, MAR] \n ■> i \ i in \\ HO can suspect swt < I. nth. That .r ,ieakf Or doobt the madid Hash of truth \\ hkh mantles on h< I Those nrceati never c i No guile that bosom k Pine as the untainted bi i atli of morn, And chaste as falling snows. Unheeded passed the dancing hours, \\ hit h s;i« our growing flat The ffTOVe, the dell, the fanning breezo, The glow of noon the same. But now no more the dell delights, The prove, or fanning breeze; The taste of nature's geuuiiW rharms Demands the mind at ease. MY COLIN LEAVES FAIR LONDON TO\> N. MY Colia leaves fair London town. It- pomp, and pride, and n< \*to\ With eager haste he hies him down TO taste of rural joys. Soon as the bljthesome swain's in sight. My heart is mad with I never know inch true As when 1 How sweet with him all day to rove, And r.ui^o Hit mead » i \ All by the I i\ ci "- I il«.u iv fl w ben t nlinH How quukly glob •, | May! I fly 14-J POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. When Colin comes to grace the plains, An humble crook he boars, He tends the flocks like other swains, A shepherd quite appears. All in the verdant month of May, A rustic rnke his pride, He helps to make the new mown hay, "With Moggy by his side. 'Gainst yellow Autumn's milder reign, His sickle he prepares, He reaps the harvest on the plain, All pleas'd with rural cares: With jocund dance the night is crown'd, When all the toil is o'er, "With him I trip it on the ground, With bonny swains a score. "When winter's gloomy months prevail, If Colin is but here, His jovial laugh and merry tale For me are meikle cheer. The folks who choose in towns to dwell, Are from my envy free, For Mo2rgy loves the plains too welK And Colin's all to me. LET'S BE JOVIAL, FILL OUR GLASSES. LET'S be jovial, fill our glasses; Madness 'tis for us to think How the world is ruled by asses* And the wise are swayed by chink. Then never let vain cares oppress us, Riches are to them a snare ; We're ev'ry one as rich as Crcusus, While our bottle drowns oar care. "Wine will make us red as roses, And our sorrows quite forget; Come, let us fuddle all our noses. Drink ourselves quite out of debt. "When grim death is looking for us \\ e*re carousing o'er our bowls, Bacchus joining in the chorus, Death, begone, here's none bu*. souls. God-like Bacchus, thus command ing, Trembling death away shall fly . Ever after understanding, Drinking souls will never die. 'TIS TRUE I CAN'T PREVENT YOU. THOUGH pity I cannot deny, Ah ! what will that avail you ? Alas! I dare not hope supply, For hope too sure would fail you. Think, when the flatterer shall deceive, In vain you will repent you; Yet, should you hope without my leave, 'Tis true I can't prevent you. My hand directed to bestow, In England here I'm landed ; And daughters always act, you know, Just as they are commanded. Then let not flattering hope de- ceive, Or else you will repent you; Yet, should you hope without my leave, 'Tis true I can't prevent you. BONNY BELU MY bonny Bell, come, live with me, And thou shalt all my pleasures share ; O'er ine and mine shall mistress be, Wbowe image in my heart I wear ! ! My fields ai\2 many, rich and green ; My cattle grazing far and near; O'er ev'ry hill my sheep are seen, Come, live with me, and be my dear. IM.l'l LAK WD < UOK ■ II. then h. . link And i). when I thy band esp Wliih '.'shall tear , I'll guard iby youth. Then lire with me, ami be my dear. OH ! Tl'IlN THOSE DEAR, DBAB LVVAY. OH ! turn those dear, ilea: ay, cheek with lore is blut And though a smile may o'er it ■ ith tears arc g-u- Oh ! look not in my eyes, love, I . tall a tali* to true; • my Meehea rlae, Nor lift en to my sighs, love, For Mashes, sighs, and eyes, love, All speak, all speak for you. GOOD NIGHT. ve, before we part, One ■ of dear delight ; And all the tiieiuUhip ve have >rn, linn in this our last Good \ -n soft and swelling 1 light, in thy My life, in\ 1 >ve. Good ni Ami when on lone and distant I wander by the m in ii • 1*11 think I « - 1 i Ry tin Oh ! i CI I- Ami K lilo , i thoniaad, thousand en Our a viile. Ilark l lirms her i NoU Look on her lip, hew the young loves play, Like beet on the wcr; i take This truth for a censtant rale ; Eiuhantin- an always make The wisest of men a fool. CANST THOl' LOVE ME, M A RY ? CANST thou love me, M W ilt thou loi «• me, M Didst tlvu love as, Mary ? Blest 1M Nae greater gift can Heav'n be- i Thou art as Canst thou love me, Thou hast itown m\ Mar\ With tli> bewifc And tho' a h>\v lv Taoa*rt a 1 I tans When first the I hill, This night ft And , thy 144 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. TLS THE LAST ROSE OF SUMMER. 'TIS the last rose of summer Left blooming- alone ; AW her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thoa lcr.e one, To pine on thy stein. Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them ; Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scented and dead. So soon may I follow When friendships decay, And from love's shining circle The gems drop away ; When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh ! who could inhabit This bleak world alone J KATE KEARNEY. OH ! did you ne'er hear of Kate Kearney, She lives on the banks of KiLarney, From the glance of her eye, shun danger and fij, For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney. For that eye is so modestly beam- ing, You ne'er think of mischief she's dreaming, Yet, Oh ! I can tell, how fatal the spell, That lurks in the eye of Kate Kearney. Ob, should you e'er meet this Kale Kearney, Who lives on the banks of Kilar- ney. Beware of her smile, for many a wile, Lies hid in the smile of Kate Kearney. Tho' she looks so bewitchingly simple, Yet there's mischief in ev'ry dimple, And who dares inhale her sigh* spicy gale, Must die by the breath of Kate Kearney. THE DANDY, O ! WHEN I was a boy, and a pretty little boy, With a little curly head of hair so sandy, O ! All the neighbours used to cry, what a funny rogue was I, And they call me the pretty little dandy, O ! But as older I grew, and some- thing better knew, Than sucking lollipops and sugar candy, O ! Lord, I pleas'd them night and day, and the damsels used to say, Oh, the pretty little fellow is the rt.-aidy, 0» But soon I got a wife, for the com- fort of my life, With a little pretty taper waist, so handy, O ! And soon I got a lad, just the image of his dad, And they christened him the pretty little dandy, O ! Now spousy day and night, oh ! she calls me her delight, Her sugar-sop and sweet Tris- tram Shandy, O ! And when in bed am I, why we both sing lullaby. And she calls me her pretty little dandy, O ! 14: mi l) WANDER! It. ffHl ' ik »!. rth. rn bl* t • wide plain, drifted biffa lull; \\ lua tin- ared, that I And the fetters « nee bound each rill: A poor bergar-boy, who, slasl had no homo, tped from his lister ami bro- ther, To a villager's cot on the heath, t>> roam, \\ here the poor beugar-boy sought liis motbt :• Mary, the \il! sle, ^ ith an nrtless simplicity told, E'en though shrinking herself from the load » do. Yet, she sheltered his limbs from the cold ; Still the boy, weeping loud, wiped the teen from ha < > Tliat chased down his cheek, one another. And, ah! tell ine where, did he constantly cry, I the poor beggar boy find a mother : Now poor Mary she felt for the Woe* of his heart, And her own, with sweet cha- rity blest, Kindly prompted assistance, to heal ev'ry smart Of the poor little stranger dis- ied : 6he fosters, she loves him, she calls him her own, Hei i strong are t lit r, Thus Mary, the villager! M al. To the p TIIK MAI I tp!< Behold a poor urpl hungry, and wan ; And learn tho 1 n lnist'.rtuno's control, lit- springs Iik. the fountain i if man. ints the frail of ins ha employ, Dejected la a sad Then o ! aire a mite to the poor little boy, "S\ ho cries •' Buy my matches,*' from morning till night. Remember tho' luxury cloys by day, And pampers you nightly on pillows of dow a ; Adversity soon may plant thorns In your way, Obscuring your pleasures with poverty's frown. \\ hue apathy's Hint and cold you empl The tinder oi feeling you never i an I Nor e'er (hre ■ mite to the poor little boy, >\ ho cries ** Buy my matches," Iron morning till night. And, you, ye proud fair, of this ocean-girt land, \\ ith beauty external, so gifted by fate ; Whose smiles canenraptnre,whoaQ frowns can command. Trove also jour mental endow. mentt are groat ; The crumbs of your table, \. !ap-d rphaa and 3 told him delight ; re a mite to tho | little Who cries •* Buy my matches, from morning till night. 146 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. THE BRISK IRISH LAD. BACH pretty young- miss, with a long, heavy purse, Is courted, anil flattered, and easily bad ; She longs to be taken, for better or worse, And quickly elopes with an Irish! lad. O, to be sure, she don't like brisk Irish lad. The wife, when forsaken, for bot- tle or dice, Her dress all neglected, and sighing .«nd sad, Delights in sweet converse, and changes her sighs, For the good-humoured chat of an Irish lad. O, to be sure, she don't like a brisk Irish lad,, The widow, in sorrow, declines the sweet joys Of public amusement, in sable all clad; The widow her twelvemonth in mourning employs, Then hastens to church with an Irish lad. O, to be sure, she don't like a brisk Irish lad. THE PLAYER AND HIS ASS. IN each calling and each trade, Men are, daily, asses made ; From the great man, now in place, Wearing garter, star, or lace, To the ass in place before, Who is now kicked out of door, All among the leaves so green ! When they sign — that they resign All that passe.-, .shows they're asses, S),oken.~) Don't it, Neddy ? fjbrays ) There, ladies and gen- tlemen, he says yes, as plain as he can. High down, ho down, Derry derry down, All among the leaves so green, O! So the man, in common life, Is an ass made by his wife, When, with namby pambyspeeche Coaxing him out of his breeches Then the ass, led by the nose, Forfeits quiet and repose, All among the leaves so green,0 Like any mill, her clack ne'er still ; Farewell, quiet! welcome, riot! Spoken.'] Isn't it so, Neddy ? (brays.) There, Neddy says yes^ Indeed, the greatest ass in the world knows it's a common case among married people. High down, ho down t Derry, derry down, All among the leaves so green, O. And now, Neddy, without art, You have played your sluggish. part. ; If from censure you get clear, I have nothing, then, to fear; And, before we next appear, We'll improve, there is no fear, All to fill up the farcical scene, O Spoken.] What say you, Neddy ? will you try to improve in your calling ? (brays.) There, ladies and gentlemen, he says yes; and so far you may depend upon his sincerity, that whatever he says he'll stand to. And now, Neddy, We must part, with all my heart, I to play, you to bray! High down, ho down, Derry, derry down, All among the leaves so green,0! CHRISTIANS ARE SO GOOD. CHRISTIANS are sc good, they say, Tender souls as e'er can be! Let them credit it who may ; What they're made of' let ur, see. Christian drovers, charming trade' Who so careful cattle drive ; And the tender Christian maid, Sweetly skinning eels alive I'Ol'l L Ml AM) 147 in.ii make i Laeir .it cats, kin r noble 11 the miller, rail, at and quarrel— make it up, li vow ed they'll look it over, "d kis-> and sup, and take their cop, Tol de rol, &C. to advice, Tli.it his poor wife did rhre him, Nor nothing e'er would him raf- Like to the joys of drinking; One ni^bt he brought home pots of ale, ife well fuddled, and hu^g'd — no spouse did rail, But went to bed and coddlodU- Tol de r ;. And . and j ked till u \\ ilh hearts as Ught as lVather; They Iben they would leai e i id cuddle. UK IA>\ | . h . d to ■MM h, Ann Herring! lay unhee-ded by, A\ Ik tad to -ut i \\ here's the throat to hoot thein? gOOd, but she I ! Her lips thai Gallons were pots when hen | «d, PatI to her inn. Heaven ne'er fug an J a drunker maid, A maid so fond of gu/. HOW HAPPY A MATE. How 1: | the miller would be no greater, nor On his mill and himseif he de- uoadi for rapp Which is better than servilely criug ing at court. What lb uugh be all dusty ami W 1 1 I ' The i. upowderM. an ; i- Ikr, Than a OOlUl i ntls of hi-, I A pain rtily U i 148 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. What it then a pudding for dinner he lacks, He cribs without scruple from other men's sacks : In this of right noble examples he brags, Who borrow as freely from other men's bags. Or should he endeavour to heap an estate, In tliis too he mimicks the tools of the state, Whose aim is alone their coffers to fill, As all his concerns to bring grist to his mill. He eats when he's hungry, and he drinks when he's dry, And downj when he's weary, con- tented does lie ; Then rises up cheerful to work and to sing — If so happy a miller, who would be a king ? ANGLING SONG. Of all the sports and pastimes, Which happen in the year ; To angling there are none, sure, That ever can compare. Then to angle we will go,&c. We do not break our legs or arms, As huntsmen often do ; For when that we are angling, No danger can ensue. Then to angle, Sec. Cards and dice are courtly games. Then let them laugh who win ; There's innocence in angling. But gaming is a sin. Then to angle, &c. Ther. you who would be honest, And to old age attain, Forsake the city and the town, And fill the angler's train, Then to angle, e knowes, now sae cheerlevs and scroggfe, O, Lenfeoch, my mammy and my daddy, O, I will I. V for my dear Highland laddie, O. MY JEAN THEIK n* sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon, Where bright beaming stnuMai exhale the perfn Far (U'arcrti nte yon lone glen o* i breckan, Alt' the burn stealing under the lang yellow broom. Far deareff to me are yon humble brown bowers, >\ here the blue bell and gowan lurk lowly nneeea ; For there, lightly tripping, a the wild dowers, A listening the linnet, aft \ Tho* rich is the hreeae bj their v -niiny \ali And cauld < aledonia*! blast on the I Their nted woodland* lid palare, \\ hi haunt of the t\ rani 150 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. The slave's spicy foresls, and gold- bubbling fountains, The brave Caledonian views wi' disdain ; He wanders as free as the winds of his mountains, Save love's willing fetters, the chains of his Jean. AND SAE WILL WE YET. SIT ye down here, my cronies, and gi'e me your crack, het the win' take the care o' this life on its back ; Our hearts to despondency we ne'er will submit, For we've aye been provided for and sae will we yet. And sae will we yet, &c. Let the miser delight in the hoard- ing- of pelf, Since he has not the saul to en- joy it himself; Since the bounty of Providence is new ev'ry day, As we journey thro' life, let us live by the way. Let us live by the way, &c. Then bring us a tankard of nappy brown ale, For to comfort our hearts and en- liven the tale ; We'll aye be provided tor the langer we sit, For we've drank thegither mony a time, and sae will we yet. And sae will we yet, &c. Success to the farmer, and pros- per his plough, Rewarding his eident toils a' the year through ; Our seed time and harvest we ever will get, For we've lippen'd aye to Provi- dence, and sae will we yet. And sae will we yet, &c. Long live the king, and happy may he be, And success to his forces by laud and by sea ; His enemies to triumph we ne'er will permit, Britons aye hae been victorious and sae r'it\ they yet. And sae will they yet, &c. \ Let the glass keep its course, and go merrily roun', For the sun has to rise tho' the moon has gane down ; Till the house be rinnin' round a* bout, 'tis time enough to flit, When we fall we aye get up a- gain, and sae will we yet, And sae will we yet, &c. PHYSICIANS MAY TALK. PHYSICIANS may talk of our ills, And parsons look wond'rous grave, I hate all their sermons and pills Design'd for the fool or the knave. Let each take his glass, Fill'd up to the brim, And drink the dear lass Intended for him. For never did Bacchus of old Repent of his quaffing good wine ; Or Momus (for so we are told) At mirth and good humour re- pine. Let each take, &t. Dull souls the best liquor decline, And think they're undone if they taste, While we, my boys, live on good wine, And think we're undone if we waste. Let each take, &c. RAIL NO MORE. RAIL no more ye learned asse. 'Gainst the joys the bowl g»» plies; Sound its depth, and fill yoia glasses, Wisdom at the bottom lies, vovi i.\k and ( noii 151 fill them higher still nml hi I brain ; flipplaf Bump Sipping quenches, Ac. Draw the scene for wit and plea- sure, .1 jollity ami joy ; r thinking have no leisure. Manly mirth is our employ. e in life there's nothing tain, \\ «*:i the on seat hoar enj And when deatli shall drop the certain, With applause we'll quit the stage. And when death, &c. I LOVE IN* MY HEART TO KICK IP A ROW . TO be sure I don't love in my heart now, Whet l me people call a good dust ; And with life was I sure to part now, As some time or other I must. When I see a lady in danger, I up to her march with a bow, Aud from her ne'er shrink as a . But instantly kick up a row. Fori welt away, pelt away, e hack away, Leatlo that I can, >\ ell pleased I'm t<» Lose myself still A woman, that I i man ; Cive me but a iprig ofthillalagh, And may be I'll not show jou how, Be a peppy 1 r so mealy, To dust when 1 kick up a | One night as I walked down the nd, I i uffians abet Says I, to be rare l i na't stand by And see the sweet creatures misu- ,i.i settle, Had alio I Compoended by making a i For i ■ ell Bghting, I don't say I love For sometimes it proves a bad j°b; And what more now, I pray, would you have of it I I got a snug gash on my nob : But where I see ladies in treating My country I'll straight disavow If I don't give the thieves 9j:h a beating, And always 1*11 keep up a row* For 1*11 pelt away, Ac. CI P1D DROWNED IN WINE AS I wove, with wanton Fillets for a \ i iv in's hair. Culling for my fond design, W hat the fields had fresh and fine : Cupid,— and 1 marked him v.. Hid him in a cowslip bell, \\ bile he plumed pointed dart, Fated to inflame the heart. Glowing with malicious joy, Sadden I secured the boy ; And, it bis cries. Bore the little frighted pine, Where the mights ( >>d. Urchin, In my rage, i ci \\ hat a\ ails thy saucy | From thy busy vengeance tree, Triumph, now , Thee 1 drown thee ill my cup; Thai — la Mine, 1 ill ink thee up. Fatal w.t-> the nectart d drau That to marder Love I quaff O'er my bosom** fond d Now the creel tyrant reigns; On m \ lings Striking with l>is wanton wings, Em for i\ er doomed to pi All tbi 152 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. HERE'S TO THEE, MY BOYS. HERE'S to thee, my boy, my dar- ling, my joy, For a toper 1 love as my life ; \\ no ne'er balks his glass, nor cries, like an ass, To go home to his mistress or wife. But heartily quaffs, sings catches, anil laughs, All the night he looks jovial and gay ; When morning appears, then homeward he steers, To snore out the rest of the day. lie feels not the care?, the griefs, nor the fears, That the sober too often attend; Nor knows he a loss, disturbance, or cross, Save the want of his bottle and friend. IIOONEY OF BALLINAPAD'S TRAVELS AND VOYAGES. TN Ireland so frisky, with sweet girls and whisky We manag-'d to keep care and sorrow aloof, Our whirligig revels made all the blue devils Creep outwith the smoke through a hole in the roof. But well I remember, one foggy November, My mother cried, Go make your fortune, my lad ; Go bother the ninnies clean out of their guineas ; Away then I scamper'd for Bal- linafad. • Then to seek for promotion, I walk'd the wide ocean, Was shipwreck'd, and murder'd, and sold for a slave, Over mountains and rivers was pelted to shivers, And met on this land with a wut'ry grave. But now Mr. Jew-man has made me a new man, And whisky and Mammon make my heart glad, To sweet flowing Liffey, I'm off in a jiffe\ . With a whack for old Ireland and Ballinafad. From this cruel station, to that blessed nation, Again, Master Rooney shall vi- sit your shore, Where, O flourish so gaily, my sprig- of shillelah — Long life to old Nadib of Great Mogadore ; O then all my cousins will run out by dozens, And out too will hobble old mammy and dad ; At dinner they'd treat us with meally potatoes, And whisky distilPd at sweet Ballinafad. COME, THOU ROSY, DIMPLED BOY! COME, thou rosy, dimpled boy, Source of every heart-felt joy, Leave the blissful bowers awhile — Paphos and the Cyprian isle; Visit Britain's rocky shore ; Britons, too, thy power adore; Britons, hardy, bold, and free, Own thy laws, and yield to thee. Source of every heart-felt joy, Come, thou rosy, dimpled boy! Haste to Sylvia, haste away; 1 his is thine and Hymen's day; Bid her thy soft bondage wear — Hid her for Love's riles prepare. Let the nymphs, with many a flower, Deck the sacred nuptial bower Thither lead the lovely fair, And let Hymen, too, be there. This is thine and Hymen's day, Haste to Sylvia ! haste away ! Only while we love we live, Love alone can pleasure give; I. Ill AM) ( 1HM - I tiling*, spared lo i ■lone can pleiurare g ive— Only while we loi i sk;ii for him who lives I MORS. maid ! I hear thy fre- quent Ami i -thy languid veil l know these symptoms prove Thy secret love. Bnt though so liard a fate be thine. Think u«»t thy grief can equal nine : Hope may tliy vanished bloom re- I sigh for him — who lives no more. Thou in existence still canst find A charm to capthrate thy mind; Tomaketbe m< rning ray d< light, And gild the gloomy brow of uight. But n nns to m< are Bed, I nought behold but Henry dead: W bat can mj loi e of life restore ! I sigh for him— who lives no more. STILL, STILL THIS ARDENT BOS I s. STILL, si ill this ardent bosom \> i tli h p consuming My watch unben Ami life i rpires. As one vast furnace burni bre fare ai the- bright but distant fair, V i im. Kindles the eternal tumult ih. i 1. 1 l! • I'll head! tomb ! And shield a lover from d» But, bence, >e i . ! Stella meets my I" . Her radianl Her Minle transports I MIL BAJLNfiT O'BOTHKIL WHEN fn>t l was married t.» Katty O'Connor, ur v. as her face, and so neat was her trim. Thai iweei Mr. Barney bedoated upon her, Bat devil ■ bit did si k o)\ him. She irowuM and she snubb'd at her dutiful lover, And Mid very often what shouldn't be ssid ; And when the dear darling ! « to din . onld ne'er br< ak my — faith the tried at my "N ith a whack, whiUelew, bubba* erat mi — Sj savs I to myself, Mr. Barney O'Bother, Did you never see two ft puppies at play ! When the perl little cur t pursuing the other, moment he stops In his tarn I Mils .i . M my tone in a jiffy, And tiird the «i< ar ereatni - full ihe*d plump into the i i ty plump'd \\ nh a whack, &e 154 And there's a receipt now to live snug and quiet, And get all your grievances laid on the shelf; When you'd stop your beloved from breeding a riot, And don't like to wait till she stops of herself. Our squabbles are over, I've ma- nag'd to end 'em, No more noisy brawls for the breeches have we ; For now Mrs. Katt>'s contented to mend 'em, And civilly gave up the wearing to me. With a whack, &c. GOOD MAN! OLD MAN! SIR Marmaduke was a hearty knight ; Good man! old man! He's painted standing bolt up- right, With his hose rolled over Ida knee ;— His periwig's as white as chalk ; And on hi" fist he holds a hawi: ; And he looks like the head Of an ancient family. His dining-room was long and wide; Good man! old man! His spaniels lay by the fire-side; And in other parts, d'ye see, Cross-bows, tobacco-pipes, old hats, A saddle, his wife, and a litter of cats ; — And he looked like the head Of an ancient family. He never turned the poor from his gate : Good man! old man ! But always ready to break the pate Of ti is country's enemy. Wli.it knight could do a belter thing Than serve the poor and fight for his king And s<> may every head Of an ancient family. POPULAR AND CHOICE SONG*. THE WOODLAND MAID. THE woodland maid, my beautyV queen ! In nature's simple charm ar- rayed, This heart subdues ; — that match- less mien ! Still binds me to the woodland maid. Let others sigh for mines of gold, For wide domain, for gay pa- rade ; | I would, unmoved, such toys be- hold, Possessed of thee, sweet wood- land maid. MY LIGHT OF LIKE ! AH, TELL ME WHY. MY light of life! ah, tell me why That pouting lip, and altered eye? My bird of love! my beauteous mate ! And art thou changed? and canst thou hate ? Mine eyes, like wintry stream3, o'erflow, What wretch with me would Dar- ter woe? My bird, relent! one note could give A charm to bid thy lover live. My curdling blood, my madd'ning brain, In silent anguish I sustain ; And still thy heart, without par- taking One pang, exults, while mine is breaking. Pour me the poi«on ! fear not thou, Thou canst not murder more than now '. I've lived to curse my natal day, And love, that thus can, lingering-, slay. My wounded soul, my bleeding breast, Can Patience preach thee into rest ? Alas! too late, I dearly know That Joy i* harbinger of Woe. POPULAR AM) < HOU \U 1»(>LT-, 01 W »F Ith all ; w apping- , tier - u attend, w bos< pain with* OOt end, rer deprived of Heme's aL- rbeertag ray, — know what it is to be happy a day, — Our -iris, like I'oll. shall ad summons, the bar- bell Unfit Our boys, like me. shall htvc the Drink deep, and I wan ant it set* kin;:, you to righto. On board Old England's navy. ^ ^ p % m ^^ come gut i ird-hearted dun*., t. o, conti- unail\ pressed, When ii erring and squalling tor bread, Ami u ife's ut rer silent till fast in her bed. . Did Neptnne'i *ait elesaaat with fresh wine, Though all Burope*a powen \ thir oonsbine, Our brave British sailon mod unded i»y pit . the glad lununoi w a- e ich dull, |»< dam i To It | hi ipr, and i nor, TOO WELL I LOVE THEE. an, unkind ! M J B*en tii ugh remembrance probes . ind, And bisk me rue the day I met Go v id, o'er land or \\ bei BSS burn, or watt rl veil i lore i hoe ! Go, wily tend! wWi serpent- ton; And toll how well that tongue deceived sac ; 15G POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. O, how would he wish for Lhat power divine, To change, when he would* simple water to wine ! Obey the glad summons, &c. If wine, then, can miracles work such as these, And give to the troubled mind comfort and ease, Despair not — that blessing in Bac- chus you'll find, Who showers his gifts for the good of mankind. Obey the glad summons, &c. TKE SWEET LITTLE ANGEL. WHEN Jack parted from me to plough the salt deep, Alas ! I mayn't see him again, In spite of all talking £ could not but weep, To help it I'm sure was in vain: Then he broke from my arms, and bid me fare we] 1, Saying, Poll, come, my soul, it won't do : So, d'ye hear, avast whining and sobbing, my girl, 'Tis all foolish nonsense in you I could not help thinking that Jack was in right, From a something that wliis* per'd, d'ye see, There's a sweet little angel, that sits out of sight, Will restore my poor Jack unto me. While he's at a distance each thought is employ'd, And nought can delight me on shore; I fancy, at times, that the ship is destroy'd, And Jack I shall never see morr. But then 'tis but fancy ; that an gel above, Who can do such wonders of things, 1 know will ne'er suffer a harm t< my love, And so to myself I thus sings ;— What matters repining, my heart shall be light; For a something that whispers, d'ye see, There's a sweet little angel that sits out of sight. Will restore my poor Jack ur.tc me. But should that sweet angel, wherever he be, yorget to look out for poor Jack ; Why then he may never return unto me, O, never! no, never! comeback. But, oh ! it can't be, he's too good and too kind, To make the salt water hU grave ; And why should I then each tale- teller mind, Or dread ev'ry turbulent wave ? Besides, I will never kind Provi- dence slight ; For, something still whispers, d'ye see, There's a sweet little angel, that sits out of sight, Will restore my poor Jack unto me. MARY'S DREAM. THE moon had climb'd the highest hill, That rises o'er the source of Dee ; And from the eastern summit shed Her silver light on tow'r and tree : When Mary laid her down tc sleep, Her thoughts on Sandy, far at sea. Then soft and low a voice was heard Say — Mary weep no more for ine ! She from her pillow gently rais'd Her head to ask who there might be, And saw young Sandy shiv'ring stand, With palid cheek and hol'ow ee rori i.ut \ \:> « hoi 157 It lies beneath I . ■ eey do more for me ! I my nights and storm} \\ « tosa*d upon the raging main, And long \\ > uk to . But all our striving was in vain. then, when horror chiii'd my blood, >1> heart «;is fill'd with love for The storm is past, and I at i Ifary, weep no m O, maiden elf prepare ! Wet Miaii meet upon that "V\ker«- love h free from donbi <»r And th >u and I shall part no more. Loud crow'd the cock, the shadow fled ! No more of Sandy could sh< But soft the naming spirit said, O Mary, weep no more tor me' THE ALL OF LIFE IS LOVE "WHEN first this humhle root knew \\ hh various caret I eta \ My grain I , my sheep were My all of life Mas love. By mutual I il our board was dressM, The spring our drink hestow'd ; But when her lip the brim hud presn'd, The cup with nectar flowM. Content and Peace the dwelling sharM. No Other -nest came i i In them was fciv'n, tho' gold was Rtar'd, What gold could never buy.' lae has a splendid hit, But as the means to pi That from the castle to tin The all of lite i< I .\e. oil, M ity, 1' n «•, CI. inn all my I t, and duty. Oh, my boi'.iiN Bel id to wear thee, t off the rerdaat couch bear thee. tee thy faithful 1 bosom. Vrt n->k me vher< lie, I eaanot say in smile or din In blooming cheek, or radiant eye, *Tis happy Mature, wild and simple. Oh, my bonny Bet, &C. Let dainty beaOJt for ladle* pine, And pigh in nnmbers trite common ; mine. And all I aik i> lovely woman! Oh, my bonny Bet, i I ! the rosy I Like thy bright eye, uith i sure dau< My heavn ait thou,— so take m> soul, With rapture e\*r\ tram Oh, my bonny I COTTAGER'S DAI SHT1 AH ! tell in- () - . nymph on \ \ onus, and 1 From Neptune*! bed ris'n hail the new dai J 158 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Forlorn do I wander, and long time have sought her, The fairest, tbe rarest, for ever iny theme ; A goddess in form, tho' a cottagers daughter, That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream. Tho' lordlings so gay and young 'squires have sought her, To link her fair hand in the con- jugal chain ; Devoid of ambition, the cottager's daughter Convinc'd them their offers and flattery were vain ; When fir.t I beheld her, I fondly besought her, My heart did her homage, and love was my theme ; She vow'd to be mine, the sweet cottager's daughter, That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream. Then why thus alone does she leave me to languish ? Pastora to splendor could ne'er yield her hand ; Ah ! no, she returns to heal my sad anguish, O'er her heart love and truth retain the command : The wealth of Golconda could never have bought her, For love, truth, and constancy, still is her theme : Then give me, kind heaven, the cottager's daughter, That dwells on the borders of Aln's winding stream. THIS HEART IS ALL THY OWN. THE hour is come that we must part, And cold is thy farewell! While thou, within this lonely heart, Must ever dearer dwell. Within the cloisters' holy cell My shame I must recall : There oft must burning Mem'ry tell Thy triumph — and my fall. And there I'll pour the ceaseless tear Of penitence for sin ; And strive, by one incessant prayer, Thy soul's release to win! Farewell ! the parting pang is past, I erred for thee alone; And, oh! until it breathe its last, This heart is all thy own. THE THORN. FROM the white-blossom'd sloe, my dear Chloe requested A sprig, her fair breast to adorn; No, by heavens ! I exclaim'd, may I perish, if ever I plant in that bosom a thorn. Then I shew'd her a ring, and im- plor'd her to marry, She blush'd like the dawning of morn ; Yes, I'll consent, she replied, if you'll promise, That no jealous rival shall laugh me to scorn. No, by heavens! I exclaim'd, may I perish, if ever I plant in that bosom a thorn. MARIAN'S MY LILY, AND FLORA'S MY ROSE. WHEN first I sa w Flora, «o upright- ly and blooming, She enainour'd my fancy, de- void of all art ; Then Marian, the gentle, soft, sweet, unassuming, Appeared, and with Flora di- vided my heart. My posy of love two sweet flow*- rets compose, For Marian's my lily, and FloruV my rose. I'Ot'l L\B AM) I IIOK \ , t i.. pari 1 ilk va ■ent I Ami if wilh her hand B] Marian ish content. ; lovo only wounds my 1 iiiut* for the lily, and droop for the i v mind to declare Mill em- i a*a*d I tarry ; How can I nk one, while ena- moar*d of both I Then weave me ■ can l lii* 1 1 - > . that w>uld falter must ne'er take Ike oath. My ■ can but a, i to the lily ! farewell to the BITS AND SCRAPS. BILL the butcher axed his price And would not bate a fardeu, Gard'ner Jack performed so nice it-gardes^ I .mi mistaken ; d J (.runter killed ber i smoked her bacon. \ body Can*t tell rid ere liars ; Re to do the beat that tries, Little u eetbeart; k played r >n -de-dow \\ bile i idin . Api uder; Doctor Didluin dropped his d kno< bed onl all the no* n ; In M 1 l.\ I -nipt bit Hi i But did not ^o to do i Tbe parish pa I - Mai tlu- milkman made DM By s« llinj;- milk and w Brer| body can't tell lies, \c. Tom tin* tinker mended Haws In bil Bill a rial disturber was, And always would be bawl! \\ att i To e.it v. iih bread and but Cat* they say moll row d \\ hen they are on tin El ery body can't tell 1 I Jacob Powell had I >\ bicb ns'd to run about, sirs; ken lost in> But fund it up the spout, - Spring and I i and man, Did make He a bo does the beat h< The nobs will n Ererj bt dj can't tell li FAL DE UAL TIT. 'TWAS i learnt a pretty sou-j in Fiance, And bron- lit it <>\ r I cka Ami wben in \\ appiug I «li«l da Oh ! the like u .i- made tbe music l< ad I l»i ay, And when I had nothing- left Then 1 sim- 1 1 1 de ral lit, ' faithful. Marj ! I n'd, ■ By th) ii"t unkind To tin* \ ' ut!i | Mar] : if a temper (in, United to cheerfulness (lain, . esteem, Then all life is no more than a phantom or dream, And Slrephon in trul But as sin,- as t \i,u nee h more than a dream, And as sure as that excellence must meet atteem, So .sure is poor Mrcphon in love to extreme, "Willi the charming, the elegant Mary ! J PHCKBI 9 w AKKS THE RohV HOURS. WHEN Phurbus wakes the rosy hour-. Anil -;ivos the cln Around on all his influence pours, iiuntsintu hark .> While cheerful sounds the ■ horn, O'er ei ery lull and d The hunter's cry awakes the Ami echoes tin ,Ie. W bile «>'er the i (he., By, Pursuing swift their pi Shrill echo sweetly does ieply, .\- thej try 1 1 u \\ bile cheerful And thus from morning until nl w « ii pie • iak<- their '1 lie \\ bile cheerful i 1C2 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS I'LL LOVE THEE EVER DEARLY. LET others breathe the melting sigh, And swear they love to madness, T<> them I leave the tearful eye, And all love's sober sadness : No tender vows and prayers are mine, But this I swear sincerely, While truth and honest love are thine, I'll love thee ever dearly. Then, lady, though I scorn the wiles Which love loo oft discovers, Ne'er spurn the heart that woos with smiles. For smiles were made for lovers. And though no tender vows are mine, Yet this I swear sincerely, &c. WOMAN. A WOMAN'S love's the ruffled sea, Her heart the rock it laves; The shifting sands her constancy, Her plighted vows the waves : Her jealous doubts the raging- storm ; The vessel it has wrecked, Her lover; his once favoured form, With ruined hopes bedecked. A woman's reason's thistle-down, Her vanity the air, Of words which it is wafted on, To wander here and there : On every idle breath it flies, But has no settled way, And he, who on its aid relies, Is surely led astray. A woman's virtue is a star Which, in a wintry night, Shines brightly, but more coldly far, And chills us with its light: Too temperate for fierce desire, Too chaste, too cold to win, The tempting of a fiend 'twould tire. To heaven itself a-kin. A wc man's tongue's a busy bee, And scandal is the flower, On which it sips industriously, And feeds each summer houri Her mouth, her lovely mouth, com- pleles The well-wrought hive and home, Her opening lips of richest sweets, The sweetest honeycomb. A woman's eyes, though bright and brisk, Ami sweet beyond compare, Have glances like the basilisk, And glance but to ensnare: Then if her love's possessed, 'ti9 lost, Her beauty brings but pain; Her vanity will reason cross, Her virtue's little gain. Yet woman, she has all that's blest A magic to inthrall ; For nature formed her as the best And fairest work of all • Ami oh! I will, while verse exalt? Her name, where'er she be, Love, worship her, with all her faults, For woman still is she. PRIMROSES DECK THE BANK. PRIMROSES deck the bank's green side. Cowslips enrich the valley; The blackbird woos his destin'd bride, Let's range the fields, my Sally. The devious path our steps shaLl bring To yonder happy grove, Where nightingales delighted sing And zephyrs whisper love. Primroses, &c. With sweetest flowers a wreath I'll twine, To deck that modest brow of thine ; My love shall banish ev'ry fear, And crown thee goddess of the year. Primroses, &c. LAK AM) ( lion 1G3 A ROSE FROM HER B080M. from her boson bad ■tray'd, ru leek lo replace it with art; But 11. "—'twill her ihamben in- \ ade, I win wear it (fond youth) next my heart : Alas! siliv rose, bad'St Ihoe known laphue that gave the* that place, Thou ne'er from thy station badst Bos Her bosom's the mansion of Peace* THE BALLAD SINGER. BE it known to all those whoso- e'er N regards. That we v i Hails were I i\l bards; .and from Ida t<> Grub-street the IfuseS who follow, Are ench mother's son the true i vu of Apollo ; Tims recording .meat men, or a Ilea, or a star, Or tbe sphei Jew's-harp we're sll on a par ; Nor in Ibis do 1 tell you a word of h He, i rang ballads, and bo do 1. Don't you know what the ancients i — great things they talk'd, How they rode upon iv iy f waikM ; That near kindred gods the) drove Phudnis's than The Engliah of which is— they l i \ ■ " ret { And thus they went forward ; Dlogenei quafPd, I litus cry'd, and Deinocrilus U'd ; Menander made multitudes bith b and cry, But Homer sung ballads, and so du I. Thus did Um To whJ •> are n<«t h] patetic : bout laws made a pother, \\ hich went In • then out at t'ol Old Minga such as iniiic aic, will nobody buy ? . Homer rang ballads, and 1 1 i - 1 ric was Pliny, and Plato di- Ovid wrote about love, and Ana ci boh nine ; Ureal i Icero argn'd to < man'i And when he wis out 'twas a hole in the ballad : Thus to great men of old, who made Mich a rout, um to all couslu I've fairly made out ; And if any hereafter my right should d€ Tell '< Stag ballads, and BO i Jl BTICE QUORUM. MY name's Justice Quorum, I'm lord of this % 'II And it'ackins. 1 n.iki-. pretty toil Of my till i I know little of law, so my wit<-, that the 1" r part, while I manu- facture t ii< All should live l>y their trail, if isn't fair dial. And it's just out of mine th.u I should irct I don't always hear both i! ■ i i To tii it know thut I'm deal 164 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. A man fee'd me once with a small bag- of barley, His opponent six beautiful geese brought to parley ; Goosy carried the cause, when the Chandler offended, Cried, I gave you some barley, and on you depended ; Says I, true, but just after you left it, in hobbled Six monstrous geese, and the bar- ley they gobbled ; And neighbour, you'll own 'tis no new case to find, When a thing's out of sight, it gets soon out of mind. THE LIFE OF AN ACTOR. AN actor's a comical dog ! Now frisky, now dull as a log; So changeable all, Now short, and now tall, Now plump, then as slim as a frog. Now Paddy the brogue he puts on, Then struts with the pride of a Don, Now a French oui Monsieur, Then a Dutch yaw Mynheer, 1 Or bra' Donald the head of his clan. How rarely they take in the town, From one shilling up to a crown ! They pant, and they cry, Fight, tumble, and die, But laugh when the curtain is down. ANNA, THY CHARMS. ANNA, thy charms my bosom fires, And waste my soul with care ; But ah ! how bootless to admire, When fatal to despair. Vet in thy presence, lovely fair, To hope may be forgiv'n ; For sure 'twere impious to de- spair, So much in sight of Heav'n. NOBODY COMES TO MARRY ME. LAST night the dogs did bark, I went to the gate to see, When ev'ry lass had her spark But nobody comes to me. And its oh ' dear what will become of me ? Oh! dear, what shall I do ? Nobody coming- to marry me, Nobody coming to woo. My father's an hedger and ditcher, My mother does nothing" but spin ; And 1 am a pretty young girl, But the money comes slowly in. And its oh ! dear, &c. They say I am beauteous and fair, They say I am scornful and proud ; Alas ! I must now despair, For, ah! lam grown very old. And its oh! dear, &c. And now I must die an old maid : Oh ! dear, how shocking the thought ! And all my beauty must fade, But I'm sure it is not my fault And its oh! dear, &c. THE WEALTH OF A COTTAGE. A BLESSING unknown to ambi- tion and pride, Which fortune can never abate; To wealth and tosplendour,though often denied, Yet on poverty deigns to await; That blessing, ye powers ! oh, be it my lot, The choicest best gift from a- bove, Deep fix'd in my heart, it shall ne'er be forgot — The wealth of a cottage is love. Pori I.Ul AND B> '1 . Bxuli ahat a pit A n enabrin'd ia my ■ Tim Meet THE ORPHANS PRATER. THE i ets in moonshine gli: ■ The midnight hour ha past : Ah ! me, Hie wind bio bin. .ra'h the piercing blast. > J.tn- ■h, zhl my I'm cm ; But n ios tlie Orphan's And iu» one heeds the Orphan's prayer. Hark.' hark, for surely fo me, Advancing press the drifted a : I die for food,— Oh! stranger, hear \ • guilty wretch 1 n pleads in feign'd de- ir — A f.nnis'i d Orphan kneels before Oh pant the famishM Orphan\s n think my tal l tal*-, mark my t . aguish ireml My boil ilarei I i. it the Or- In | m the froze* earth I'll throw me, vvait in ii.' • « . v'd who saw'st me kneel i r bread, Thy heart shall ache to hear that morning, That morning found the beggar dead. And while the room resounds with laughter, ■mlsh'd cry thy mirth shall And often thalt thou wish here- ; hadtt not icora'd the Or- phan's pray'r. V Ml QCI1 If 188 1 • wai (air maid, And it happened that my simple beat • I , Ac. On her all r liuiu, But ->i>e was quite And 1 Is and her toegee. ,!, ami 1 think th IGG POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. O, you flatter, says I, and so then with an air, I asked for her hand, when the maid, I declare, She gave me her foot, but I mustn't say where. Lack-a-day, &c. Says I, Miss, O, fye! my petition, pray grant; Like a true bashful virgin, she an- swered I sha'n't, Lack-a-day, &c. And up went her fist, when I found, by the by, Miss Muggins drank oftener than she was dry; She'd been mugging herself, so she bung'd up my eye. Lack-a-day, &c. So I made her a bow, and I bid her good day, And now I am left to lament and to say, Lack-a-day, &c. Ye young Ioviers all now be warn- ed by my song, And young vargins your sweet- hearts who wish to keep long, Remember, and don't mix your liquor too strong*. Lack-a-day, &c. CALEB QUOTEM. I'M parish clerk and sexton here, My name is Caleb Quotem — I'm painter, glazier, auctioneer, In short I am factotum. I make a watch 1 mend the pomps — (For plumbers' work my knack is) T physic sell— I cure the mumps— I tomb-stones cut — I cut the rumps Of little school-boy Jackies. Geography is my delight — Ballads — epitaphs I write — Almanacks I can indite — Graves I dig, compact and tight. At night by the fire, like a good jolly cock, A\ hen my day's work is done and all over, I tipple, I smoke, and I wind up the clock, With my sweet Mrs. Quotem in clover. With my amen, gay-men, Rum Quotem, Factotum ; Putty and Lead ; Stumps, mumps, Bumps, rumps, Mortar he thumps ; Joggamy, floggamy — Sign-post daubery — Split-crow, strawberry— Chimery, rhymery — Liquorish, stickerish — Chizzle-tomb — Frizzle-comb — Going a going !— Squills — Pills- Song inditing — Epitaph writing — Steeple sound — Corpse to the ground— Windsor soap Physic the Pope — Hoine hop, Shut uj) shop — Punch-bowl crockery— Wind up clockery. Many small articles make up a sum, I dabble in all— I'm merry and rum, And 'tis heigho ! for Caleb Quo- tem, O ! THE MERRY REAPER OF THE MOOR. ACROSS the moor in straw-rooPd Cot Content my parents dwell. To mow and reau their humble lot, And I, pocr Sally, fortunes tell IM>1»!T.\U AM) (Hon Think not th H . .ill with whom l i The nner rlewi hii iplendid infirm, his l'nl k.- JTOODg Luhin poor, Ami you must k The Moor. i m I, i tunes , pillowi lie, In tui'lvc months live hut halt" a While they who would he truly \\ i> vent] . .ui. , Ac. verty shy, UelievM him r re- gard, ritk a heart- rend Ami euur'd her of Heaven's re- ward. Come huy, Ac. THE BLUE-EYED BOY. : yonder cottage on tho he i Where ui-ry surge be- inalli, \i orphan li | jVy, Her pride, her r blue- eyed boy. One 1 i* the ■crtplieg roamed, When i bite edged bil- ious foaim.il. The night approached, but to deal His mother^ hope, her blue-i In vain she sought her absent Chilli, - nieketl his name in accent* wiM ; B e n ea th th • c Id wave Ilea her Her h. pe on earth, - No in \ « il em- bt .1 l face, I :it Or kiss Ins coral lips wil li secure, me, must with the sky-lark Tbc ipt r of the Moor. THE FLINT HOY. A POOR little hoy with his basket of i! is cry, Do UT Hints, they are But ail bad o» Hint a supply Come huy le hoy. cold, tare much harder than tu \\ err id ie bearti thai neglect- ed hi* lltho' not in want i ; tiu»' #aiall. Come fa hoy. 1G8 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS LOVE AND GLORY. YOUNG Henry was as brave a youth As ever graced a martial story ; And Jane was fair as lovely truth. She sighed for love and he for glory. With her his faith he meant to plight, And told her many a gallant story; Till war, their honest joys to blight, Called him away from love to glory. Brave Henry met the foe with pride, Jane followed — fought, ah ! hap- less story ! In man's attire, by Henry's side, She died for love, anil he for glory. WHILE THE MORN IS IN- VITING TO LOVE. THE sun, when a rising, bespangles the dew, And tints with his glory the skies ; All Nature's in motion, how charm- ing the view, When day is beginning to rise. The morning is lovely, Maria, awake I Let us haste to the myrtle al- cove; Or stray by the side of crystaline lake, While the morn is inviting to love. Did thy thoughts turn on me in your dreams in the night ? Did I e'er to thy fancy appear? Did no fond idea thy bosom tie- light ? Maria, unfold to my ear. The mill is still silent, the rustics asleep ; Not a witness is near but the dove ; Then waken, arise, and thy night- promise keep, While the morn is inviting to love. The moon in her silvery car has rode by, The mist-clouds are gliding away ; The blush of Aurora illumines the sky, And welcomes the beauties of day. The bee, busy bee, on his travels is seen ; The skylark is soaring above; Arise, dear, arise then, and haste to the green, While the morn is inviting to love. THE GOOD SHIP KITTY. I SAIL'D in the good ship the Kitty, With a smart blowing gale and rough sea, Left my Polly, the lads call so pretty, Safe here at an anchor, Yo Yea. She blubber'd salt tears when we parted, And cried, ' Now be constant to me ;' I told her not to be down-hearted ; So up went the anchor, Yo Yea. And from that time no worse nor no better, I've thought on just nothing but she : Nor could grog nor flip make me forget her, She's my best bower anchor, Yo Yea. When the wind whistled larboard and starboard, And the storm came on weather and lee, The hope I with her should be harbnur'd Was my cable and anchor, Yo Yea. \\l) ( U01 And J ,i with >>>> rhino never re- i me, . 1 bcav'd anchor, Yo \ SAY, MY ^ W i CAN U»L Lin i. MB. DCAIt Nancy, id, Ami m-\ en lou 'on ■ To make •hilling a pound, But now m> hard perila l*ve fav'd from my hundred* Tlu imriie in each climate heal and the cold, And all for my pretty Brunette; Then say, my sweet girl, ^an you me. Tho'' others may boast of more riches tbau mine. And rate my attractions e'en At tli id ill-nat'.;; opine. Can they boast ot' a heart that h tr Or will they for thee plough the hazardous mam, In the seasons both storm] If not, why 1*11 do it again and aia, Ami all for my pretty Bm Then say. my n lu you me. • pursuit of i it the bod in low, And, ah I never I ■<_• my And bade I I at. And Then - THE TAIL on THE THE tar on '! hearted and br i Looks d.»wn with contempt on the big su elliug « ■ i e . rdless of danger! he \ with a sni The sen-, in c< mmotioa, and the while — Though tempesti maj For lii must pay And OUT Ship, should 1) her, Why, d'ye mind me, he'll ^et an inch of mj soul. When war b in i him behai f> Undaunted, and smili. and I And t . ail qnarters the shot round him « The lrue*bc 'J h« MONEY IS YOI It I iendship I i talk, But you'll and in Thai Then i 170 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. If you are sick and like to die, And for the doctor send, To him you must advance a fee, Then money is your friend. Then money is your friend, &c. If you should have a suit at law, On which you much depend, You must pay the lawyer for his brief, Then money is your friend. Yes, money is your friend, &c. Then let me have but store ofgold, From ills it will defend; In ev'ry exigence of life, Dear money is a friend. Yes, money is your friend, &c. IF WINE AND MUSIC HAVE THE POWER. IF wine and music have the power,] To ease the sickness of the soul, Let Phoebus every string 1 explore, And Bacchus fill the sprightly bowl. Let them their friendly aid em- ploy, To make iny Chloe's absence light; And seek for pleasure to destroy The sorrows of this live long night. But she to-morrow will return, Venus, be thou to-morrow great ; Thy myrtle strew, thy odours burn, And meet thy fav'rite nymph in state. Kind goddess ! to no other powers, Let us to-morrow's blessings own ; The darling loves shall guide the heart, And all the day be thine alone. THE MID WATCH. WHEN His night and the mid- watch is come, And chilling mists hang o'er the darkeu'd main, Then sailors think of their far dis- tant home, And of those friends they ne'er may see again ; But when the fight's begun, Each serving at his gun. Should any thought of them come o'er our mind, We think but should the day be won, How 'twill cheer. Their hearts to hear, That their old companion he was one. Or, my lad, if you a mistress kind Have left on shore, some pretty girl and true, Who many a night doth listen to the wind, And sighs to think, how it may fare with you ! Oh ! when the fight's begun, Each serving at his gun, Shou'd any thought of her ccme o'er your mind, Think only should the day bf* won, How 'twill cheer, Her heart to hear, That her own true sailor he was one. ONE EV'NING OF LATE. ONE ev'ning of late young Colin I met, And the youth headdress'd with a smile : He said pretty maid, shall I see you safe home, As your cottage lays distant a mile, a long mile. When he ask'd me to go, why I faintly said no, Tho' my heart it meant yes al! the while ; But I found this fond youth was intruding to go, As my cottage lay distant n mile. roi't i 1; How sxrrrt \\ li I ■ bm'd i mile. Uha:' ■aid But I pleasM him so well And If t<> tlu' liimvh be mo t Tli mile. And when I I w.t .1 the But 1 Mil, ie another long- ONE MOKNT. ONE morning in ' As ti \ \l. Just at tin L ii i ii£ maid. . 1 1, . U ii me n< • !, kind iii crit*«l . Pi « (OW. mourn, . . my fair ; I saw her . Con must colli . ind, oid, to the proves ue did 1 1 And lore vwis a.! All in f ,1 tb* itay i \\ b I in, l*\< OW. THE - A SAILOR. I HE moon on the ocean was dimiiTd by a n And tlu- t .rday iiig-ht. Ho ! rank and lie wish'd he could bail i -t. And t Some dramk Ike kin--, mom brave ■kipe, And | • May tlic i id all 'I' hat Sonu- drank tlu* ; our 1 Tin- wnnl beta. her ; Bur | 175 POPULAR AM) CHOICE SONGS. THE MERRY LITTLE TAR. I'M a merry little Tar, And the ocean is my pol, And a pretty many brats has my clad ; Yet each a fighting cock, A chip of the old block, Like me, a wicked, saucy, dash- ing lad. For whether land or sea, It matters not to me, Tis >eo, yeo, yeo ! Kiss away the lasses. I am ever on the trip, If on shore, or board of ship, With a heart ever chei rily and light ; And be it calm or storm, My duty will perform, And sing away the winter's dreary night. For whether land or sea, &c. I have plough'd it east and west, Touch'd at Portugal and Brest, And crnis'd it round the world, tho' rather young- : And this was e'er my strain, True-blue will never stain, Then at my daddy's head the plummet flung. For whether land or sea, &c. There's little blue-eyed Nan, And match her if you can, That dearly does her merry Tar adore ; And Na»i, to prove I'm true, My gold I'll spend with you, And when it's gone, away to sea for more. For whether land or sea, &c. DESCRIPTION OF A WOMAN. IN describing a woman each fe- male expects, That some charm he'll extract, from her downright defects, In her sqnint, a soft languish can sure be discerned, And her leg, though of wood, might be mighty well turned. Should her visage exhibit too much of the rose, ' Praise tho bloom on her cheek, and stop short at her nose ; And if ladies have noses like aces of clubs, Call them arch looking angels, but don't talk of snubs. Of a charmer, whose teeth ab- sentees we may style, Say how sweetly she purses her lips in a smile. And, when her red locks into ring • lets she twirls, Not a word of her carrots.— but cry up her curls. Iu each book, let the virtuous fair of each nation, Be printed with notes of deserved admiration, While they whose faux pas fur- nish scandal with data, Need only be mentioned among the errata. AFFECTIONATE SOLDIER. 'TWAS in the evening of a wintry day, When safe returning from a long campaign, Allen o'er toil'd, and weary with the way, Came home to see his vSally once again. His batter'd arms he carelessly threw down, And view'd his Sally with en- raptured eyes, But she received him with a mo- dest frown, She knew not Allen in his rough disguise. His hair was knotted, and his beard unshorn, His tatter' d 'coutrements about hi in hung, A tear of pleasure did each cheek, adorn, And blessings fell in torrents from his tongue. lllUltl'i ;.,k up 11 h All pale, a 'd like H» id nil lu i is'd. alter'd da Tluui ire of M> hatband and mj • ' W ill - that lit : 1 tl ji and fond, impai rt. Oh! who could mourn in tint r.ilin hour, The i That gildfl | of day ? \\ IKE TO THE [NG. LUCY, dear! Lucy, dear! to la* Hark. village hells mer- rily i : i, in the sky, on Lucy, dear! Lucy, dear! come di'i. All ha the i Lads with their tahor*, and maids crowned with M the queen ? and who'll ir ! wake t<> All now la ir Lucy, fur the to ine. IN ;t intly tented lo d And beg" i can banish (.hauls ik) paarbjg day shall . Since all the leisure hours of Ufa, Jl still be spent ia pleasiug JOHN III LL'S FIRESIDE. \\ IIKN the north blast roars, And the chill rain pOWfS, And the « id lar and \»i< Then the Kane !<• pit \\ i tli the mind at « I Is John Bull's Ire-vlde ! V\ hen the blithe-toned horn Salutes the morn. And the hunt-on I bride; i.e, "\\ bile i am, !s John Hull" Whan the nighta prow loaf, Ami the Cold gi I When tl i the sjx.t DKMl d< And ihe s, i, Is John Hull's Bra-elde '. \\ ban the Fiend- And ihe wolf»d< And the stars in dfl | Then the < And the smile to I Is John Bull'- \\ hen the sharp-toothed air Strips the trees all bare, Aid bit« Then the heart-raited bUti Is the love-rraoghl 1 And Join; liulls lire-side! 1ARKW KLL FOR EVER. AND mu^t I. Ellen, s.iv adieu, And bid t ;i for No longer turn im On thee, my I never ! 1 must first forbear t<> Ki cks sink to dust, and inouu* tains sever, Ere I can leave suih chart thine, Or 1 I t.r aver ! BMM ■ Thy smiles be lott to DM o. no, raj 1 Th« Bra I sigh. Or 17G POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. THE SAILOR'S BRIDE. ALONE, long tedious hours I mourn, Throughout the solitary day, And, sighing, wish my love's re- turn, Who sails the ocean far away; Whilst the bold tar adventurous braves The fury of the slormy waves. When, restless, tossing on my bed, I hear the midnight storms de- bate, And rude winds hcwling o'er my head, I tremble for my sailor's fate ; Whilst the bold tar adventurous braves The fury of the stormy waves. My Poll, he often cries, no more ! Come, wipe away that fallen tear, I travel to the distant shore, To bring back treasures to my dear; For this thy sailor fearless braves The danger of the ocean's waves. He makes me smile amidst my woe, The tear he kisses from my eye ; But when he's gone, my sorrows flow, And oft I heave a lonely sigh; \\ hirst far away my sailor braves The dangers of the ocean's waves. WHAT CAN A LASSY DO ? YOUNG Jemmy's ganging after me. The live-long day and night ; And always kissing too is he, When father's out of sight ; But dinna, lad, be teaziug so, For this I'll tell you true, If thou art ever pleasing so, What can a lassy do ? He shanna mair be pressing me,, Its muckle truth, 1 vow ; Nor shall he be caressing me, As sure he did just now ; And so I'll tell him when we meet I winna hear his loo ; For when a laddy is so sweet, What can a lassy do 2 I wonder where the youth can be Ah! whither can he stray ? But that is surely nought to me,- So let him keep away; For shou'd he tell his wily tale, And want to buckle to, I really think he would prevail— What can a lassy do? (Ah! what indeed !) What can a lassy do } THE NEXT DAY. PHILLIS amorous, yes, but co- vetous far, Perceiving no gain from refusing the bliss, Exacted one day by a bargain too dear, Thirty sheep from her shep- herd for one single kiss. For one, etc. The next day (how strangely things happen in this life !) Our clown by a bargain more easy to reap, At once, without coyness or strug- gle or strife, Obtain'd thirty kisses for one single sheep. For one, &c. The next day poor Phillis, to in- terest blind, Would have parted with sheep, and with dog and hook too. For one single kiss, which the shepherd, unkind And inconstant, had given for nothing to Sue. For one, &c POPULAR AM) ( lioit 177 i- CARE. I prythee be- ; i :n me. pe, thou ami 1 shall ree ; time Hi, hi hast been tarry - bere, thou wouitKt me kill, : never sli.ilt h ne thy will. ■ ill turn a young T>»> • will turn an old - My dance and I will For I hold it one .•!' the tin i dull care away. KICKAR \30f>. P0(» ) one ting- yon no lake offence, Black and white lour a band red > ears i < a hen inassa Death kick him Into the g- avo, He u) tpare negro, buckra, nor Then dance, and then sin r thrnin thrum, He ik what to-morrow • >me ; i and be fat, <•• it d«>, rim< id when you Kick . i i One ^ 1 » \ e, high and low, all l i\ c. ■r heart tc d, you all i > i a hell ; And Ki | him I all in a n K i.iil knight, men castle throw down, Like card-soldier him scatter, all lie on a ground : Ami H hen t bishoi . Queen, knight, altogether bifl :— i do, bag\ and Kickarabooa Then be good, what you am, never nind de ii< Lily Bower . mewhat as m ell ai i real 1 1 You owe slave, be no use to be sulky and ||j , Worky, worky, perhaps, you one i by in by. act b* Iter part, be rich in a pocket and in a h< Though e\ . . your duty for 1 1 All your friend drop oae tear when you Kickaraboo. A HI LL IN A ( II IN V MiOP. v B heard of ■ opci a hat, i ery old Is I a rat ; I could .ling you anol'.i. t DM] hap. Of a kitten that ■ I li'd »ap : Rut IU i iub- - ..ill drop, A bull W nh hi* i 17S POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. He popp'd in by chance at a china* shop door, Where they very soon found that ilie bull was a bore ; The shopman to drive him out tried with much care, The floor being cover'd with crockery ware ; And among it, resenting the shop- man's taunt, The bull began dancing- the cow's corant. With his right leg, &c Wbate'er with his feet he couldn't assail, He made ducks and drakes -with his horns and his tail ; So frisky he was with his downs and his ups, Each tea-service prov'd he was quite in his cups ; He play'd Mag's diversion among all the crates, He splinter'* the dishes, and dish'd all the plates. With his right leg, &c. The china-shop master, a little fat man. Popp'd in, and the bull at him fu- riously ran, Caught him up by the waistband without more ado, And toss'd him completely the shop window thro' ; The poor little fat man flew up like a dart, And down he came plump in a scavenger's cart With his right leg, &c. The poor china-seller retriev'd this affray, But his neighbours laugh at him to this very day; He has a nick-name, for derision a mark, For they one and all call him the little mud lark ; While the joke lie enjoys, grate- ful for the relief; But from that, day to this he can't btomach bull-beef. With his right leg, &c ADORED AND BEAUTEOUS ISABEL. ADORED and beauteous Isabel, To leave my home if fate compel, As o'er the deep the vessel flies, When foreign regions round me rise, Thy image in my soul shall dwell, With love unchanged, unchange- able, Adored and beauteous Isabel. Adored and beauteous Isabel, Should fate ring out a deeper knell, And stricken by the deadly ball, In honour's strife, thy lover fall, For thee his latest sigh shall swell, Thy name his dying breath shall tell, Adored and beauteous Isabel. MRS. CLARK. THE spruce David Day Mas a parson, they say, A toper, licentious and rich ; He loved, dearly as his heart, A lass dress'd tight and smart, And for wenching had a terrible itch. The gay Miss Brown, A lady of the town, Was beloved by this clerical spark; He appointed her to meet, At the Key in Chandos-street, That was kept by the great Mrs Clark. That night it was said, When they went up to bed, His rev'rence made so free with the glass, That he tumbled on the floor, Where he soon began to snore, And in bed stepped the lovely lass. Miss Betsy Brown Hadn't long lain down, When fire I some one very loud cried ; Though she couldn't see a spark, Still the cry was, Mrs. Clark, I'll be d— d if ve sba'n't all be fried. I All < But ail the little- ( la.ks >k; , and tb em ju>t , a their t>;«> \s in' ihr town Miss Brown, his frizzl* MISTER SIMP KIN. MISTER Siinpkin liv\l at Leeds, and he had a 1 i AN h . ifa to rule. ,.k"d hi in i« r a horse; he>ield- . her lolly, And -aid, ■ Tin always mollified by ., u:\ dearest Molly.* bone he had six leg\s, and I will prove it true, legs, yet still he it d on Down tumbled Mrs. Simpuin, — ber e aviii'd. My l she < i d. He popt her in a coffin, and bade them nail it 1 111 ll < hni 1*11 I For s a i.< At in. U ith his I I and I >\ hat, Are | 4 NN . Awny and \\ ben I think he'll i :e. he did I I think yon. cannot Lake > our pelf, For tho' he t IS I no ;ui to «ed 1 keep him tor my n«\t. You doc, cried Mrs, Simpk leis'd him 1' I law tul « it. \ illain, if you d I'm neither dead, norbury'i . you inu-t not B I Tho* you bur>"d me alive, i shall lire to bsjrj Then turning round bit bead, > i in pk i ii cried, ( I Heboid tin- r , now wait . NN hen lie BSk'd, S hat - mic h a nan ami u ite, Ik tan i l*ir \\ ait i The digger lookv hints BO well l Though t. ild to me I ■ Then Simj.kin k So \ri I Laki .de. \r.r. Ml d.i.l i a d eU And \\ ben It t- ; 180 POPULAR. AND CHOICE SONGS e"d appointed tbe spot, he*d been waiting an hour, Pit-a-pat went lny fond silly heart ! "When he Hew to embrace me, I trembled all o'er, Yet I never once thought we must part ! The birds warbled sweet, music ran in each rill, The meads were bedeck'd with wild flowers, Vhen true lovers meet, cruel time should stand still. But too rapid, alas ! wing'd the hours ! The fond look he gave me, I ne'er shall forge i, When * adieu' chill'd with sor- row my heart ; With his sweet balmy kiss are my lips perfutn'd yet, Ah ! me, whv should lovers e'er part » I'VE SWORN TO BE CON- STANT TO POLL. IF ever a sailor was fond of good sport 'Mong the girls, why that sailor was I; Of all sizes and sorts, I'd a wife at each port, But when that I sawed Polly Ply, I hailed her my lovely, and goved her a kiss, And swore to bring up once for all; And from that time black Bar- naby spliced us to this, I've been constant and true to my Poll. And yet now r.ll sorts of tempta- tions I've stood, For I afterwards sailed round the world, And a queer set we saw, of the devil's own brood, Wherever our sails were un- furled; Some with faces like charcoal, and others like chalk, All ready one's heart to o'er- haul, Don't you go to love me, my good girl, said I, — walk, — I've sworn to be constant to Poll. [ met with a squaw, out at India, beyond, All in glass and tobacco-pipes drest, What a dear pretty monster! so kind and so fond, That I ne'er was a moment .*\t rest. With her bobs at her nose, and her quaw, quaw, quaw, All the world like a Barilemy doll, Says I, you Miss Copperskin, just hold your jaw, I've sworn to be constant to Poll. Then one, near Sumatra, just under the line, As fond as a witch in a play, I loves you, says she, and just only be mine, Or by poison I'll take you away. Curse your kindness, says 1, but you can't frighten me, You don't, catch a gudgeon this haul, If I do take your ratsbane, why then, do you see, I shall die true and constant to Poll. But I 'scaped from them all, taw ney, lily, and black, And merrily weathered each storm ; And my neighbours to please, full of wonders came back, But what's better, I'm grown pretty warm. And so now to sea I shall venture no more, For you know, being rich, I've no call, So I'll bring up young tars, do my duty ashore, And live and die constant ttj Poll. I-OIM L\R l.ll I LE -l E. ill ma llltli \\ ho -, «>rt ami frolic rowul, me, uud; e,and enil ii • . be must bo rare Who nrain « bo a oa'd my I || !<<• wli.it 1 , mu-t ,i I'm iiis rml v care : refin'd iml humour r, ami kind, \> he marriei little Sue. *1 lbniiM u>r lore ami me, nbilioui prore, r find fault, tlm* should see, But all be peace and love -. To iii< lit »UCh a noble youth, III ev'ry art pursue, He'll hold my heart, my mind, and truth, A\ ho inav»ies little Sue. I 'l he \\ luu Donald blest was n . i sun- ed t>> gain ; id him, kind i> Delight In her Donald, ibe of DumliLi DONALD. THE PRIDE OF Dl MBLi o FAIR rose the morning;, the sun in mild splendor, Bade nature*i rich beauties de« lighted aw ;ikc : >\ hen Donald returning (to true ami so ten. \\ avV pi ♦• had . * Oh, Jessie !" ha a hisper*d, u my prayers did protect n And faithful BS e\er, b< hold me . in ;" i \1, •" I I Id, the ■ mmbtnne :" THE DEATH OF BALLY ROY. FAIR S the \ illage pride I. irs cold and wnu in yonder vail. -r her lover, and she d U Gritt" broke the heart Sally. Valiant wai thv.' !• i ne, I'm • ir fir\i the b >\ ho bartered all in* lot And kill'd the hopes Roy. from the arms of w 1 1 love, I Bg'd the war in \ ley, He nanYd, his martial A> hile taint with tenr ly -ally. At noon she A t ■ Ere night, the Is nt, laid the t". t 'I he virgin I \\ Inn yellow i v;ili Tos 1SJ POPULAR AM) CHOICE *ONGS. Ami while remembrance wakes the sigh, "V\ hich weans each feeling- heart from joy, The mournful dirge, ascending- high, Bewails the fate of Sally Roy. FANCY DIPP'D HER PEN IN DEW. FANCY dipp'd her pen in dew, Distill'd from leaves of gayest flowers. Her paper from soft fibres grew, Purloin'd from buds, in rosy bowers ; Then she wrote a lay to prove HeaUs might safely toy with Love ; Archly smiling, Love was there, And cried — of Fancy, maids be- ware. Roguish Love took May-day then, And from his wing a feather taking, He dipp'd it in, and changed her pen, And all the lay seemed Love's own making ; She wrote of love with such sweet art! She read and sighed, and lost her heart, Archly jeering, Love was there, And cried — of Fancy, maids be- ware. O SUCH ARE THE JOYS OF THE CHASE. NOW mounted, soho, away let us go, While pleasure and health flow apace ; The game is in view, then quickly pursue, And follow the joys of the chase. See yonder, see where the pocr timorous hare Ts seeking a safe lurking-plarce ; Then let's nor delay — hark! yon- der away ! We'll followthe joys of the chase. With hounds and with horn all clangers we scorn, All sorrow forget in the race; Our hearts are so light we join in the flight, And follow the joys of the cha?e. Now, now we are near, she trem- bles with fear, Our pleasure begins to increase, She falls in the way — sing bravo huzza ! O such are the joys of the chase. PADDY'S BALLOON PLAN. SOME have traversed the fathom- less ocean, Others Africa's coast have ex- plored ; By the powers! but I think the best notion, Is riding the sky on a hoard. While tied to a bladder of smoke, sir, The hemisphere round you may sail; You'll look, by my soul it's no joke, sir, Like a pig with a rat at his tail. Sing dootheroo, &c. Upon land a thirteener a mile, sir, For every furlong you ride; By water no turnpike or stile, sir, But then you must wait for the tide. Now this is a very snug way, sir, And the travelling charges so small ; If your neck should get broke, I dare say, sir, The expense would be nothing at all. Sing dootheroo, &c. Then with changing of horses, such bother, You'll be rid of all that very soon ; Sure as I am the son of my mother, You muy breakfast at night ir the moon ; l'OI'l LUC AM) l HOI< 161 S\ llll.' ' ill »H" bill. \ ml V ill tin itllOllt land jumped out ofthe . Ac. 3 OT1IKK PEOPLE DO. 'i in- maids disui lold, Ami coach ami h told: Vli> \ ick-, says ■ Ma\un didn't lik. \illiam Vicks, ashr lua.J B \ i\tii tile. Ami ot't poor \ ill vIh' \ mild i 1 do. Ami now retriei i is, Most (In istian-li. been : Ami it* you ask a] " In. • \ ill, M t.> t. hbonrVite.thej keeps . , " '""' , , ,, m other people do ■ I - to dash .i\ Ami rie wiiii all the bnx* end bell \ (lis ; I e iill >aut soinrtli; Be* . TO BACCHUS THE LIBATION THE wealth oft 1 '".I'.iin \ icks, I v.sli n^ pl u ,,. \ ould d people do. whe ; Riches l leave and Mich vain thin T<> the Ion aim and \n I 11, vat vant y. n L< t my bright liair \\ itli ttflf Totbi i dirl and filth,— I nsy health; *w itii iml> crown n y And li i vith chain W : This sun vball roll in j 1 1 a dial i ■ Vould i Tlu* boaec v.is bought, and madam now rranti ■hi i win. Bni ever in i bonr, A pair, Death, iu \ <•< k : 1S4 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. THE FAITHFUL CAMP- j LET US ALL BE UNHAPPY BUTCHER. TOGETHER. SAM Steel is my name, and a man WE bipeds, made up of frail clay, of some fame, Alas, are the children ofsorrow ; For where the boys march, there And, though brisk and merry lo- am I; day, Yet, pray take me right, I mean We all may be wretched to- not to fight, morrow : No— mine is their wants to sup- For sunshine's succeeded by rain, ply; I Then, fearful of life's stormy For go where I will, I knock down weather, and kill, .Lost pleasure should only bring And prove, if you'll give me be- pain, lief. Let us all be unhappy together. By night and by day, a friend as you'll say And lind them old English roast I grant, the be«t blessing we know Is a friend — for tiue friendship's beef ,l treasure, 1 Brave boys! ^ IU * vet > ,est vour friend prove a And find their eld English roast ■ * oe « beef. ' ° ' laste not the dangerous pleasure. Like Britons they beat, and like Thus friendship's a flimsy affair, Britons they eat, j Thus riches and health are a And while I can handle a knife,' bubble. Thus there's nothing delightful but care, Nor anything pleasing but trou- ble. 1*11 cut up and carve, a soldier to serve, E'en though at the risk of my life. And since in the battle, though cannons may rattle, If a mortal would point out that A soldier's a stranger to grief, j 1'fe I'll prove very clear, to my heart 1 ^ ll!ch on earth could be nearest thev are dear, to heaven, And find them old English roast L et him, thanking his stars, choose beef. a wife Brave boys, ftc. To whom truth and honour are given ; Then this, too, I'll boast, OldEng- But honour and truth are so rare, land's my toast, i And. horns, when they're cutting, And her champions for ever, : so tingle, say I ; Thai, with all my respect for the May they fight in her cause, nor in\v, e'er make a pause, i\\ advise him to sigh and live Till they see all her enemies fly. i single. And if I turn tail in my duty or fail, Why, may I be hanged like a It appears, from these premises thief; plain, No. no, while I live, my assistance j That wisdom is nothing but folly I'll give, That pleasure's a term that means And find them old English roast > pain, beef. j And that joy is your true i r :e- Brave boys, &c. ' laucholy ; POP! LAB AND ( tlOK u «• enjoyment Y DOWN in THE QUIET I ibe qniet \ »l (liar, • ur. Wlii -tar (juiilci me tO in) tie;.- There the charm thy strain iin- >'m ihat lay inviting; 0, like our melting bearta, H.lh in one uniting-. POOR JA( \\ 1; I \\ I' ii ; let : Bach beccaaeer yet has to It -ai u H <\v fcj guaril umck ■ D'ye think I'll Cf tlr.'|) yon aittin ? — N" ' r jih if I do! So now. my thai IIkt in t I'll depart rrom in> in. re. Let the mild breeae «>t" \ lrt« I me tin..' i i By the h- • r : Then the r the quick! need mind, v bile nth Sir- -null i» the I i nth, Or dr i_ tr mi. taink | • Mk, 18G POPUL.AU AND CHOICE SONGS. O, my sfcipmates, remember ! our chaplain would say— (On his log-book be preached to us oft') There's a Mighty Commander, whom all must obey, That will order good seamen aloft ' Then avast, .my sweet girl, swab the lights of your face, Don't let sniviling your pleasure annoy; O, my timbers ! I like not such squalls to take place On the smooth bosom'd ocean of joy ; Bear a hand then, my love, with the current of bliss, Let's be stretching for Hymen'-* kind shore ; For until we're united, depend up- on this, I'll depart from my Polly no more. HITTING THE MARK. ONE day as I was walking In a place they call Moorfields sirs, i saw St. Paul's a stalking, And going on two wheels, sirs; Upon it grew a tree, And, though it may seem odd, sirs, # Indeed, it puzzled me, For an apple-tree it was, sirs. The codlins all were ripe, And just began to fall, sirs. And killed, I'm almost sure, Ten thousand men in all, sirs! Their blood ran down in streams, And did so swiftly flow, sirs, That, in its course, it made A thousand mills to go, sirs. One brook there was to each, And in each were such fish, sirs, Fu.l forty feet in length ! They'd make a famous dish, sirs, I swallowed one of these, And found it did digest, sirs; But, after all, I swore That good roast beef was best^ sirs. Besides all this, I've done, And seen, too, many a wonder. But I will tell but one, Lest I should make a blunder; For I always stick to truth, And never like to stretch, sirs, Or go beyond the mark, Lest I reproof should catch, sirs Well, then, one day I walked To China, and there saw, sirs, A man, full ten feet high, Devour six oxen, raw r , sirs; He swallowed bones and all, And seemed to like it, too, sirs; At oue spring, he cleared a wall, Full eighty feet and two, sirs. He took a ball of silk, And jerked it to the sky, sirs; And from it ran down milk, Enough for you and I, sirs; But, then, to end it all, He clambered up himself, sirs, And, fearing he would fall, I followed him myself, sirs. But what I there did see, I will not tell you now, sirs; But I must take my leave, And humbly to you bow, sir:*; If you these things believe, You're welcome all to hiss, sir* But, if you don't, why, heave A hand, and clap like this, sire. SHE LOVED, AND LOVED SINCERELY. THE tear that pearled my Clara's cheek, And dewed the rose of beauty, In glist'ning rapture seemed to speak, How high it prized the duty; And, ere the drop dissolved away, From where it clung so dearly, The matchless maid was heard to say,— She loved and loved sincerely* . Her Like M»n-tiuts of the morn Rut Ibe treu itt, ;ily, T«> h <• iin- 1'iit— She loved, and l.'vcd s'uwrn l\. A DAWN OF I! A DAW N < i i il re- And banishes deeueJr . Make bim, ><■ ^<> lender grief rem \ And guide me to my I That in a lecret friend I The | i la mourn'd ; \\ hile conrteoua echo lent ber aid, And sigh for sigii retmm'd. \\ lien raddcn Damon's well known r disarms • He < s to ber embrace. She sinks into hii arms. LOOK PROM THY LATTICE. EST! OH, look from thy lattice, my I t<-*t ! The d t\ -star bai Cn]t'A ■ And the momenta of life that il> lift • Are moment! ,t and Then waken th< it, oh, wai. I be lark sm Ere i Inmage be iba In lilence ti.y lover matt i!> ! I i i m ; I l.i A moment Ulan My l»»\e"s silent pillion* Till thine M i . Oli, look from I ■ooa churl 1 ep pear; Mush, as thy lover I hoy Ht-.i here. Awake thee, and mark . lett and di- Wbn yet (mm their bri m .mid li-:. Id -trains I . like thine. MOLLY Ml LROON1 IF after death 1 shall I > i v I ! , And return once ■ ii ; I'll »end her a token I alive. Or 111 bri here. Moll) Mull- in y 1 1 \\ < *n tap .i freth barrel < t ; br i u •( And nei er itop filling while i III ; But when it's all | then turn me - «it. Often when day-light and d I < r. I sfa i at a tw>»- peun] 188 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS Twaa at the sign of the neat Merry Mower, And Molly Mulrooney she kept the shop. There Paddy M'Quirk, a piper the sweetest. His (.hauler would thrill such a note alagone, That if you were snoring 1 in sleep the deepest, You'd jump up and dance at the sound of his drone. One fault Paddy had, the quart if o'erflowiiiir, Och! he'll to the drop of it all but he'd drink, Just like the cock on his roost would be crowing-, To swijr it nil off, d— n the mat- ter he'd think. But when the beer in the jug- it grew bashful, A\ e played Pat a trick, and we thought it no sin ; Our pockets so empty, no longer quite cashful, O! we gave him the mug, but no ale within. THE SAILOR'S DIRGE. SEW up the hammock! Death has laid Poor Jack in Honour's bed; Heave out a sigh, and lower away, Our gallant messmate's dead. A right true-hearted lad was he, A seaman stout and bold ; He loved his friend, he loved his girl. But now his heart is cold. So long as French or Spaniard fought, No lion was more brave ; But when he cried for quarter, none Than Jack more free to save. When overboard, and struggling hard For life's dear sake, was I, Though wild the waves, and loud the wind, Jack heard my piteous cry. He asked no leave of paltry fear But swam, and took me out; Now Jack must sink, and I may swim, So fortune veers about. Farewell, poor Jack ! though o'er thy head The ocean-billows roll, Good hope that Heaven's sweet mercy there \\ ill find and save thy soul. LET ROSY GARLANDS. LET rosy garlands now My jolly temples wreath; And while laughs the wine, Let me their odours breathe; Thy verdant thyrsus now, Brandishing on high, Bring*, O Bacchus, bring, And fill ine with thy joy. And thou, O pleasing love, And Venus, ever fair; And bright Apollo, too, With thy golden hair; And mirthful Momus, all, Come, my banquet join, And wrap, O wrap iny soui ! In ecstasy divine! OX BELVIDERA'S BOSOM LYING. ON Belvidera's bosom lying, Wishing, panting, sighing, dying, The cold regardless maid to prove, With unavailing pray'rs I sue, You first have taught me how to love, O teach me to be happy too. But she, ala« ! unkindly wise, To all my sighs and tears replies, 'lis ev'ry prudent maid's con- cern, Her lover's fondness to improve, If to be happy you should learn, You quickly would forget to love IK AM) I'llOK \. I I I LOVB, i"it i . ,-ui«- lib name in iii> i it ; kill W I III lit. Ami mutual, dear youth, ii the Ban which nn ill can annoy, For Hymen will sanction the ann*, •\\ , tiitda the trumpet of JO) . I grieve whan the youth is awayi Though seldom be lea»< nd ; • And charge him with being un- kind ; But why, ailly girl, do i chi< . till me, dear Cupid, - When Hymen will make me ft bru I Loyo sound the trumpet 1 1 111 chide thee, ill chMe thee no nii-re, »TU cruel to wound a kind swam; 0! rather his pardon implore, Than triumph in giving him pain. thou, oh! my bosouft delight. nee will dc- . ilyincn our hnndi will unite, \\ s uudS the trumpet | i in.-t her ■ Tbi thy n The i: et. Matched H hue. i met her where the 1 a\ 0, And shaded yerdure | plain ; And when the pale moon, i I lories to her clouded uer is eel coi upon th« n Our i>!i- lited vowi to bea\ down; Truth made me welcome at her i\o r. Ami i\»y Hannah is my own. ROSY 1! WN \U Efl MY OWN. A SPRING, o'erhttUg with many a II,, v.. The rraj suni dancing in itabed, ■ hawthorn bos is near my id : A > i can : la i« r blue eyes 1 mode»t .nn. '—"how d And led across the infantsti AVI DOW WADDLB. MRS. \\ ad She kept a tripe and i* in Chickabl \i door neighbour, Tommy Tick, a tall >m.. And he ax'd Mrs. \\ addle j take a cup <>( t» a. With a tick Mrs. Waddle put h< r ehlal * and sent for Sninmy S The titrating b her Tommy Tick he dressed in pom- padour, « ith doul pumps. And looked, v hen he'd || like the J.i' k , I VN ith a Ik If it. t . and doa n < 190 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. She staid to supper too, for Tom- my Tick, without a doubt, Was none of them that axes you to 'tea and turn 'em out.' With a tick a tee, &c. Thus Tommy Tick, he won her heart, and they were married fast, But all so loving- were at first, 'twas thought it could not last; They'd words, and with a large cow-heel she gave him such a wipe, And he returned the compliment with half a yard of tripe. With a tick a tee, &c. She took him to the justice such cruelty to cease, Who bound the parties over to keep the public peace; But Mrs. Tick, one day, inflamed with max and muggy weather, She with a joint-stool broke the peace and Tommy's head to- gether. Spoken.] There he lay, with about a dozen cow-heels round him— singing, Tick a tee, cScc. CALM THE WINDS. CALM the winds — the distant ocean, Where our ships in triumph ride, Seem to own no other motion But the ebb and flow of tide. High perched upon his fav'rite spray, The thrush attention hath be- spoke ; The ploughman plodding on his way, To listen, slops the sturdy yoke. But see the long-tongued pack in view, The peopled hills the cry re- sound ; The sportsmen joining chorus, too, And rapt'rous peals of joy go round. Soon, soon again, the scene so gay In distant murmurs dies away; Again from lazy echo's cell, No sound is heard of mirth of woe, Save but the crazy tinkling bell The shepherd hangs upon the ewe. THE WIFE FOR ME. THOUGH some may p.raise a sin- gle life, And talk of cares, and wedded strife, In high or low degree; Give me the girl, with temper kind, A smiling face, and polished mind, And she's the wife for me. Let those the marriage-state de- cry Whom every harlot's smile can buy, Yet boast of being free ! Variety may others please, To sail through life's uncertain seas, A wife, good wife, for me ! Give me the. girl no pride annoys, To sooth my ills, and share my joys, Y\ hate'er my lot may be ! Give ine the girl whose lips, like mine, Can ne'er the kiss of love decline — And she's the wife for me. TRANSPORTING CHARMER. TRANSPORTING charmer of my heart, Dear cause of all my joy, \\ hose image fixed in my breast, Does all my thoughts employ. Tho' lenglh'nin-g plains between us stretch, Vast mountains 'twixt us rise, Spite of all distance, mighty love Presents thee to my eyes. L\K AM) ( HO! LiptlllM til lid. in tin- BMMtataiai 111, . I Hill*, woods, and lawns, my eye* >oul sci-s only you. POOR JOE THE MARINE. POOR .1-"', the Marine, was at .! ii well known, it ; The Imfl ne'er lo..k*d at the youth with a frown — - manliness won every heart. t Poll) of Portsea i»e took his bride, Anil sur«-l> tin -re r.cvor w u A COeula BO Kay inarch to church ■id« bj Bide, A*. Polly ami Joe the Marine. Ere Hymen's bright torch at their nuptials could bla/< , id thundering guns they beard ret And J e iii an instant was I To riva ■ bold enemy battle. The 1 1 dreadful -each ship a nei Such slaughter few sailors have ■ n ; Two huiiili fellows lay deck, And asanas; them poor Joe the M nine. But victory, faithful tO brave Bri- At length put an vi\d to the Then anmea ard Anoor bead ■ Itb wild 1 1 lira ; She if i icd, ' My p r bC ip'd ins bam Their bodies a ere laid wide- >ew. And on a siaoota I, — lear-ilrop let I love I • 4 Onl*olly and Joe the THE STKKAMI THE streamlet that flow'd round her i All the charms of my 1 km \\ bile it paus'd her d t i view. Believe me, the foml silver I Knew from \\ beaca it d< it-, t. it reflected her back to the TBI LAST vl hi- J i w iiki HUL seller i llion to the m.i>l : Hell ne\ it inn: oat, or u ill | heave the lead, llt\ 11. > a ..ii a-bs • a-hciil ; | hell jump upon d ID2 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Secure in his cabin, lie's moor'd in the grave, Nor bears any more the loml roar of the wave ; Press'd by death, he is sent to the tender below, \\ ho re lubbers and seamen must ev'ry one go. Yet the worms, &e. With his frame a mere hulk, and his reck'ning on board, At la^t he drop I down to mortali- ty's road, With eternity's ocean before him in view, He cheerfully pip'd out, my mess- mates adieu. For the worms gnaw my timbers, my vessel's a wreck, When I hear the last whistle, I'll jump upon deck. THE BENEVOLENT SMILE. INSPIRED by so grateful a duty, In terms strongest heart can de- vise, Bards have written those raptures on beauty, That lovers have wafted on sighs : I, to till the sweet theme more completely, Sing the beauty of goodness the while; For every face is dressed sweetly, Where beams a benevolent smile. While the heart some beneficent action Contemplates, with joy the eyes speak, On the lip quivers mute satisfac- tion, And a glow of delight paints the cheek ; Rliss pervades every feature com- pletely, Adding beauty to beauty the while ; And the loveliest face looks more sweetly, W here beams a benevolent smile. YOUNG LOVE. YOUNG Love liv'd once in on humble shed, Where roses breathing, And woodbines wreathing, Around the lattice their tendrils spread, As wild and sweet as the life he led. His garden flourish'd, For young Hope nourished, The infant buds with beams and show'rs; But lips, though blooming, must still be fed, And. not even Love can live on flow Vs. Alas! that Poverty's evil eye, Should e'er come hither Such sweets to wither! The flow'rs laid down their heads to die, And Hope fell sick as the witch drew nigh. She came one morning, E'er Love had warning, And rais'd the latch where the young god lay ; * O ho!' said Love, ' is it von?- Good bye.' So he op'd the windt w, and fiev away ! WILL WATCH. 'TWAS one morn, when the wina from the northward blew keenly, "While sullenly roar'd the big waves of the main, A fam'd smuggler, \\ ill Watch, kiss'd his Sue, then serenely Took helm, and to sea boldly sleer'd out again. Will had promisM his Sue, that this trip, if well ended, Should coil up his hopes, and he'd anchor on shore ; When his pockets were lin'd,wby his lite should be mended, The laws he had broken, be- liever break more. POP! I*\K a\i> » HOH I Si e ber i i l . and cried, It, lulls the ol my irmil i friend . |i 1 the night camo on dai bsmne and tb •- ul then he pip'd U|» each liaiwl ; imi spied, 'f - pact uncheerj . arn'd him tol . (he land. I Patlisi mi. - sre out, cries >\" ill, ', take m.» bead on't, . w bo'l tin* man that 1 ill Him h from hi>< gnu ? my bead be blown off, I ^hiill ne'er feel tin- need on't. \\ . ,. ti. it while are can, when WC can't, bi>>s, we'll run. ugh Ihe haze of the night, a t Rash now appea \v ill N\ atch 9 the IMo'islines bear down, -a -hand, my hr.ivr DOJ :nnk about s h eer i ng, broadside pour in, should - or drown. But sh uld I bepopp'd off, you. in v mates, left behind me, i.l 1 1 1 > la*l word*, *cc 'em kiiuliy obey*d : rk the spot ; and, a mind me, ich is the re \N ill Wat.li would be laid. I>un out — for U t a. \t minute k, and be n« His I) I.. < i . « fon| i>t the w bile a shot remain'd in it ; Th- i ;, "il \\ ill's hull to his Susan the) I" t ,i( t. bis leal J I i ren Lhal be di< d v..u., He'd the t< l l ' I the wmds londl \ in i Yon ash, ■truck points out his Cold i I Where Will Watch, that fam*d til: Once feur'd, n ii. peace with the dead. BY THE GAILY CIRCLE ■ IBS. flY the gaily tii» ling ^ I W e can Bee how mi By the hollow cask ««-.ir«- tola. How the waning night grows old. i \\ hat have we ■ ith tl.iv t B) the silt-nee of tsM Bj ' . on Ihe th.-m, By the hulls that imply roll. ■ ' i in' sppr .' Pill, then, fill, th. i . klip* Flour the moral:/ Joys hud ent be I i ^ » . THE TRUMPET BOI M>-. .she. a maul Ol I N w to biin bt i pure flam. beai Honor calls him to ihe I. \ maul, lit- | Ul I'd \\ hen ihe glad ti i uids a i s 191 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Bailie now with fury glows ! Hostile blood in torrents flows — His duty tells htm to depart, She press'd her hero to her heart. And now the trumpet sounds to arms ; Amid the clash of rude alarms. Sweet maid! he cries, &c. He with love and conquest burns, Doth subdue his mind by turns, Death the soldier nowenthi alls — With the wounds the hero falls 1 She, disdaining- war's alarms, Rush'd, and caught him in her arms. death ! he cries, thou'rt welcome i now to me, For hark ! the trumpet sounds a victory. SWEET POLL OF PLYMOUTH. SWEET Poll of Plymouth was my dear, When forc'd from her to go, Adown her cheeks rain'd many a tear, My heart was fraught with woe. Our anchor weigh'd, for sea we stood, The land we left behind ; Her tears then swell'd the briny flood, Her sighs increas'd the wind. We plow'd the deep ; and now be- tween, Us lay the ocean wide; For five long years 1 had not seen My sweet, my charming bride. That, time I saiPd the world a- round, All for my true-love's sake ; But press'd, as homeward Ave were bound, I thought my heart would break. The press-gang- bold I ask'd in vain, To let me go on shore : 1 long'd to see my Poll again, But saw my Poll no more. And have they tommy love away? And is he gone ? she cried. My Poll, the sweetest flower of May, Then languish'd, droop'd, and died. IN MY COTTAGE NEAR A WOOD. ! IN my cottage near a wood. Love and Rosa now are mine; ! Rosa, ever fair and good, Charm me with those smiles of thine. Rosa, partner of my life, | Thee alone my heart shall prize; Thou the tender friend and wife, Ah ! too swift life's current flies. Linger yet, ye moments stay, Why so rapid is your wing? Whither would ye haste away? Stay and hear my Rosa sing-. Love and you still bless my cot. Fortune's frowns are for our good ; May we live by pride forgot, In our cottage near a wood. . A SEAMAN'S DITTY. COME listen to a seaman's ditty; Tom Taftaril was the hero's name ; His tale shall start the tear of pity, The brave and good from vir- tue claim. Tom went to sea; duty inclin'd him, His king and country to defend: j But how in grief to leave behind him A lovely wife,and faithful friend : Kind hearts may dwell in bosoms homely ; Nothing can virtue's impulse check ; At sea, trick'd out, a tar so comely, Tom met his friend upon the deck. P0P1 I. Ml AND I And M l.i man \ atln < id ; it, when lea t« d, "\\ itli his dear wile ami faithful 1 1 tend. are for m I til ; A storm -Kill could ^ ; 'i I. And bilg'd the last a ts he had -h\l. H;> ,im u lit- ebbing near its end. Ltt that he had perished \\ it!i hi«, dear wife ami faithful it u nil II V SALLY SOLOMONS. THROUGH everyplace I rove, A pedlar by my trade, • M i fell m lore \\ ith a very pretty maul. ay I nifl lier all so BBUUTt, shi* buy, I r A hich made me Sorely si-li. i comi- I a dat is drunk ; I didn't I I ill my . id pla y ed at dinks ami ilierc buttons, lit pipe mid a st it k v \atch by > iml- mons, all a peun\ pie 1 in,: li- ed, ami l looked like a I And '! ■ m oul Ho aid i be. Il< i - H< i Mid hi -r to ban and • I aaaa, you And - I »iild i puy a lot, Bbe talked tin- pi den her old fathet kept a cloaba shop and two i ten in it ; at rned up net I I mi-, all so is if I raj an old ■Upper, because vat l carr i e d ., and it broke my I • ! I had a coot i drown myself, put 1 thought i should jret nochia I let out ou die an Ottld uid live BO I I And 'twas all f r S Pretty Ball 3 B \\ ould you be Mil Would you be Histre** Abr'.i. THE BRAES O' BALQl 111 1 1 To tin i.iiipihither, I 'Man- bonny Hlgblai Ligbllj boundln On the braea o 1 Bal I will twin. And I'll c* \\ r tin- i I will 1 And And retui 1: To 1 • 196 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS*. When the rude wintry win* Idly raves round our dwelling-, And the roar o' Hie linn On the night-breeze is swelling-, So merrily we'll sing, As the storm rattles o'er us, Till the dear sheeting ring Wi' the light lilting chorus. Now the summer is in prime, Wi* the flow'rs richly blooming, And the wild mountain thyme A' the moorlands perfuming ; To our dear native scenes Let us journey together, Where glad innocence reigns 'Mang the braes o' Balquhither. DAINTY DAVIE. NOV/ rosy May comes in wi' flowers, To deck her gay green spread- ing bowers ; And now comes in my happy hours, To wander wi' my Davie. Meet me on the warlock knowe, Dainty Davie, dainty Davie, There I'll spend the day wi' y»»- My aiu dear Dainty Davie. The crystal waters round us fa', The merry birds are lovers a'. The scented breezes round us blaw, A wandering wi' my Davie. Meet me, &c. When purple morning starts the hare, To steal upon her early fare, Then thro' the dews I will repair, To meet my faithfu' Davie. Meet me, &c. When day, expiring in the west, The curtain draws o' nature's rest, flee to his arms I lo'e best, And that's my ain dear Davie. Meet me, &c. THE VALE OF LOVE. I KNOW a clear and lovely spot, I A scene of sunshine and of flowers, And gladly would I pass my lot, I Amid its shining lawns and i- bowers ; There rippling waters softly play, Telling to blossomed banks their tale, While music's notes and pleasure's lay, Glide gaily 1 1 rough that joyous vale. Yet, think not, that in bowers or brooks Its best and dearest charm is found ; OU ! 'tis the home of one, whose looks Shed light, and hope, and spring around : And were it changed to trackless sand, Love's magic wand the scene would hail, And flowers and fruits, of fairy land, Would flourish in that desalt vale. THE BROKEN HEART. FAREWELL! in despair I escape from thy wiles* Thy frowns I can bear, And even thy smiles; Take back that dear token, That blessed me before, The heart you have broken Can prize it no more. Now vain were thy favour, Thy pity more vain, I am lost, and for ever, To pleasure, to pain. Words sweetly spoken Deceived me before, But the heart you have broken Can trust it no more. I I iRO. THAT lash was kind, the red-blood torrcnl thank thee, Driver,fortb< vbite-ben ■ hip on ! i m rn thee with my latest ith ; . hub, white leae, i eoort the toon He sighed, and closed hi ath ! AWAY, AW 41 , YE NOTES OF WOE! AW I ,i, thou once toothing tin. Or I must Bee from hence, fee, oli ! 1 dare not trust thoM OOUnda mi. Ti> me incy ipeeh of brighter da\ But, lull the chords, for now, I must not think, I may no4 On what I am, on what i Hull made those BOUndj in re tweet Is IiiisIic.i, and all their cfa died ; And now, their softest BOt< A dirge, an anthem o*er the deed ! Tlnrza! yea, th» y breathe B« 1 B dust thou And all t! harmony, li « rue lhaa discord to m> heai i ! 'I |g silont all !- b'it » am. But he Mh .eary wa\ Mnei past, when in \* nth, Will long lament the vaahaVd That scattered path. SING THE ( HEERI ros wn. THOI (.11 l i \ entering < The perils Of tin- As we to ! « And Our kids that rove the moan \* iil<-, And boand in ban And while th ii- ward geide, \\ bile through the a \\ lo i ■< a Hi 198 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS THE BR AW FICKLE WOOER. LAST May a braw wooer cam dowa the Jang- glen. And sair wi' his love he did •leave me; 1 said there was naething I hated like men ! The deuce gae wi'm to believe me, believe me. The deuce gae wi'm to believe me. tie soak o' the darts o' my bonny black een, And vow'd for my love he was diein ; f said he might die when he liked, for Jean, The Gude forgie me for lien ! for lien, The Gude forgie me for lien ! .4 weel-stock'd mailin, himsel for the laird, And marriage, aff-hand. Mere his proffers ; 1 never loot on that I keu'd it, or car'd, But thought I might hae waur offers, waur offers, But thought I might hae waur offers. llut what do ye think ? in a fort- night or less, The deil take his taste to gae near her ! He's up the lang loan to my black cousin Bess, Guess ye how, the jade, I could bear her, could bear her, Guess ye how, the jade, I could bear her. But a' the neist week as I fretted wi' care, I gaed to the tryst o* Dalgar- lock, And wha but my fine fickle wooer was there, Wha plowr'd as he'd seen a warlock, a warlock, Wha ghiwr'd as he'd seen a arlock. But ower my left shouther I gae him a blink, Lost neebors might say I was saucy ; My wooer lie caper'd as he'd been ill drink, And vow'd I was his dear lassie, dear lassie, And vow'd I was his dear lassie I spier' d for my cousin, fu' coulhy and sweet, Gin she had recover'd ber heariu, And how my auld shoon fitted her shachl't feet, Gude Lord ! how he fell a swear in, a swearin, Gude Lord ! how he fell a swearin. He begged, for Gudesake I I wad be his wife. Or else I wad kill him wi' sor- row ; So just to preserve the poor body- in life, I think 1 maun wed him to-mor- row, to-morrow, I think I maun wed him to-mor- row. MY HEART WITH LOVE FS BEATING. MY heart with love is beating. Transported by your eyes; Alas ! there's no retreating, In vain a captive flies. Then why such anger cherish ? Why turn thine eyes away ? For if you bid me perish, Alas ! I must obey. Could deeds my heart discover, Could valour gain your charms I'd prove myself a lover, Against a world in arms. Proud fair ! thus low before you A prostrate warrior view, Whose whole delight and glory Are centr'd all in you. POP! I. lit AM) ( HOli THE BAILOR'S \\ ILL. I it lite di um, i piped Um call, 'I lie threat'ning danger cone. The handspikes, sponges, ham- mc \\ ere veil i And I The i ■ ei a run i at. \\ Idle all tlio ship, firm in the e ^tili; Bach tar employed the amui panel . ■ bhjpef out his will. 1 have a friend, who, in dttttl Did ne'er in kindness foil; He s.ivcd my hie, gave 1. And took ine out of jail. !,im tail watch; when I nai From his own hands it came; And say. whene'er I heard jt lick. I thought upon his name. lies caU'd Mill Worthy, I Ben Breeze, I mind his merits fill ; And a hearts like these, ae tars should make their will. I have a wife; this picture here - sealed it with a parting tear, \\ hi detk. Tell her, the ties wilh mine to furl, fa stowed, till her last breath Then give it to «>ur little girl, \\ ben we are joined in death. nl't find her, ehe'a called con- stant Nan ; duty, then, fulfil; let the world .say,— thou'rt the man, guard a sailor's will. lint II, hi u \\ it li intY. pai t, ■ II the Chatham | know lil; \\ here can I, then, s,> | i In trust my d\ lag \i ill } A br adside's given, we hear no more ; The sanguine fight come- And, I, pore, - many a proud Don. The i Ictoryt gaiaetl, the can rou:wl, itrife no lonj And 1 ! ing, in their ■ i'l. BELIEVE ME I I O YES, bettere, Though falsehood's • loves would »< . The world must t \|IU, And every pulse be Tn< i l breast. Ihrel leas, r thee, deareala h thee ue\ei. 200 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. O then believe, believe me true, Let come what may, I'll love thee ever: While life is mine I live for you, And nought but death our hearts can sever. THE PARENT OAK. THE parent oak ils stately head Majestic in the forest rears; Lord of the woods, his branches spread, Proud monarch of a thousand years. Secure beneath his sheltering form, The tender saplings round are cast; For them he braves the summer storm, For them defies the wintry blast. And now in turn the debt they pay, And guard him from the tem- pests rage ; And, as his hoary arms decay, Surround and prop his falling age. THE WIND BLEW FRESH AND FAIR. THE wind blew fresh and fair, And blew a towering gale, The sun shone bright and clear, When blithely we set sail. Our ship was heart of oak, To quarters was the cry, We drink, we sing, we smoke, And such a lad am I. With a turi lal luri lal lili, With a tura, &c. We cruised before the wind, Still kept a good look out, Our foe kept off with fear, To 'scape a drubbing bout. At length from the inast-head The swabs we did espy, 'Twas grog, 'twas beef and bread. To all the crew and I. With a turi lal, &c. They felt inclined to run, They courage couldn't find; We didn't like the fun, So made 'em haul their wind. Yard-arm and yard-arm laid, To board him was the cry; My lodging good I made, And the first on board was f. With my turi lal, &c. AT LAST I'M SAFELY MARRIED. NOW I'll whistle, now I'll sing, Now I'll caper, now I'll fling, Now the chairs about I'll ding ; For guess ye, man, I'm married. The happy day is come at last, A' my doubts and fears are past, A' my cares behind me cast, For fast and firm I'm married. Oh ! how happy I am now, Happier than a prince, I trow, When I pree her bonnie mou, And think that I am married. The bachelor's a stupid ass, Pretends he disna like a lass, Weary may his moments pass, Till ance that he gets married. Oh ! the sumph, he disna ken, That they're far the happiest men Wha a bonnie lass hae ta'en, And kiss'd her, and got married. Never heed the want o' siller, Git her cheeks a rosy colour, Clap her ay, and whisper to her, What think ye to be married? She'll aiblins say, " Ye're no tha blate, To speak to me at sic a rate ;" Eut never fear, for sune or late, Fu' glad they're to be married. Then ye'll whistle, then ye'll sing Then ye'll caper, then ye'll fling- Wow but it's a happy thing, When ane gets coshly married! POl't I. ML AM) I IK 1 \\ HERB THE IM RPLE \ i i.kow 5. 1HI ( where I I w here the rude Matt .V\ here the purple \ Bow oft, « i»e:> Manner-tan hot iet, I OB that loft bank ;«• i% there that irtt i Helen \\ here ihe purple \ lolet ;. n w^. There first 1 tilt I it. There I s;iw that bloOOlin uthtul he. ut, >\ here the purple violet | ul I am left AI«>ue to mourn my grievous . Here 1 recline, of hope bereft, \\ here the purple violet ( HARK! THK HOLLOW WOODS RESOUNDING HARK ! the hollow woods retouod- \\ ith the joytul banters 1 cry, « i bounding .Now proclaims that they 'ire nigh. t he hounds the ktag approach- huntsmen doth appear, On in they're encroach- ing. He distracted runs with fear. itng himstif defending \\ i iin. For his trembling limbs are bend- "Weakened u ith distracting pain. Now Ihrir pleasure it is ending. And the t< ending, Plunging forward, fall*. :ml diet .IQ9 Wis tl « (St Then 1*11 despite 'I An Empress or Sultanas W hile dying raptui rats, B and lake witti Anna. . thou flaunt; ■ ton u tie D Ilk star gae hide th> \\ hen I'm to meet my in thy raven pluu. ut ! Sun, moon, and stars, with- draw n a' ! And bring ■ rite My transports wi' my A STARVATION, OR i HE I. I I OF PLEN i\ . AS ■ poor doukej centre, between two trOttei • t has, He lirst looked on thia tide, and then turned to that, L ndeterniiuM still w h i Irtt would hay ■ rifl .»* length he - able the iTUS* \* i i : i t hn heart did na 202 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. And, whatever possess'd him, it so came to pass, lie prov'd in the end a most igno- rant ass ; Who continu'd his tone, a lament- able bray, Ech-aw, ech-aw, ech-aw, As poor donkey! he lay, 'twixt the trusses of hay. The time he thus lost, in doubt turn'd and toss'd, Was the height of all folly he found to his cost; 'Tw;is a folly, indeed, thus to lie there and starve, 'Cause he lik'd each so well he knew not which to carve; 'Till the farmer, hard by, heard his terrible bray, Ech-aw, ech-aw, ech-aw, Had his cart drove that way for the trusses of hay. Thus a lesson he learnt, and its wisdom combines, *Tis always to make your hay while the sun shines. Ah! never again, said the poor hungry elf, Will I, where there's plenty, be starving- myself, Then he deepened his tone, and with horrible bray, Ech-aw, ech-aw, ech-aw, Went reluctant away, lamenting the day. And fare theeweel, my only luve And fare thee weel awhile . And I will come again, my luve, Tho' it were ten thousand mile A RED, RED ROSE. O. MY luve's like a red, red rose, That's newly sprung in June; O, my luve's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So dee]) in luve am I ; And I will luve thee slili,my dear, Till a' the seas gang- dry. Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun ; i will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. LOVE HAS EYES. LOVE'S blind, they say, O never, nay, Can words Love's grace impart The fancy, weak, The tongue may speak, But eyes alone the heart ; In one soft look what language lies ! O, yes, believe me, Love has eyeSi Love's wing'd, they cry — O, never, I — No pinions love to soar ; Deceivers rove, But never Love, Altach'd he moves no more : Can he have wings, who nerer flies! And, yes, believe me, Love has eyes. THE EXCISEMAN. TO a village that skirted the sea, An Exciseman one midsummer came ; But prudence between you and me, Forbids me to mention his name. Soon Michael he chanc'd to espy, A cask on his napper he bore, With six gallons of brandy, or nigh ; And where is the head can bear more ? Says the Exciseman, Let's see your permit. Says Mike, 'Tant convenient to show it. T'other cried, Sir, I'm not to be bit, For you've smuggPd that stuff, and you know it : Your hogs to a fine market you've brought; For seeing- you've paid no excise As customs have settl'd you oughk I seizes your tub as my prize I'Ol'l LAR AM) ( lloi he *o hard, said poor cman was deaf to com- ilaC \\ bj then, t.ikc it, saiil Mike, it' nke, For I've boru it till ready to Four mile* in hot sunshine they tru.i Till on them they'd scarce a dry TV Kxciseman his labour grudg'd. But cheerfully carried th. To the custom-house in the next town, •T« ie three furlongs or in When says Michael, Pray set your down, For this here, sir, is my cm- door. T'other answer'd, I thank friend, no ; My burden just yet I bha'n't tjuit. Then, says Michael, before you do go, I'll get you to read tny permit. Your permit ! Why not show it bclnre ? Because it caine into my nob. By your watching for me on the That your worship was wanting b : Now, I'd need of a porter, d'ye see, i that load made my bones fit to crack ; And so, rfr, 1 thank you for me, Attd wi^h jou I walk back. THE COMFORTS AM) SWEETS OF A DRAM. TO pet often tipsey is wr But that's not the fa you, with me ; i a man in rut his nose Bi but sham, Id, Find con la a nn. When ti.e.) .1 the weather l| I a vi- gour impart, It canes the blue devils, the hip, and the spleen, Gives a lift to the spirits, and gladdens the In When a man tm i Ac. Let gloomy philosophers preach as they ch And of our gay pastimes di- to approve, Can their stupid maxims such pleasures ditl'u As the goblet devoted to friend- ship and 1 ks his , Ac. PARODY ON THE LEGACY. \\ HEN la death 1 shall qpfc found. Pray bear my pawnbroker near, Tell hi in to lend > !e of pound, And mind he don't chOJTge the i Bid him not In i'. amine tin- . But tell hin. All i i e 'hove a Iwj pound note. 104 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Then with the money pray buy me a coffin, And bury me sate 'neath a table of chance : Haply e'en there my memory may soften Tlie pang's of ill luck and the want of finance. But should some cruel and opu- lent Greek, Revile at my state as he stamps o*er my grave, Oh, let some thought of its master bespeak, Your favour for him who was gambling's slave. Take then these cards which now are neglected, And bury them with me whei I'm at rest ; Never ! oh, never ! in cheating detected. Though seldom by hands that were pure were they prest. But should some fortunate gaming- rover, Come here to seek them in fro- lic and fun, Oh, then around my genius shall hover, And teach him to spend the cash he has won. THE THISTLE OF SCOTLAND. LET them boast of the country gave Patrick his birth, Of tiie land of the ocean, the neighbouring earth, With their red blushing roses, and shamrock so green: Far dearer to ine are the hills of the north, The land of blue mountains, the birth-place of worth ; Those mountains where freedom has fix'd her abode, Those wide spreading glens where no slave ever trod. Where blooms the red heather and thistle so green. Tho' rich be the soil where blos- soms the rose, And barren the mountains, and cover'd with snows, "W here blooms the red heather and thistle so green ; Yet for friendship sincere, and loyally true. And for courage so bold that no foe can subdue, Unmatch'd is our country, unri- vall'd our swains, And lovely and true are the nymphs of the plains, "Where rises the thistle, the thistle so green. Far-fam'd are our sires in the b at ties of yore, And many the cairnies that rise on our shore. O'er the foes of the land of the thistle so green : And many the cairnies shall rise on our strand, Should the current of war ever burst on our land ; Let foe come on foe, as wave comes on wave. We'll give them a welcome, we'll give them a grave. Beneath the red heather and thistle so green. O dear to our souls are the bless- ings of Heaven, Is the freedom we boast, is the land that we live in — The land of red heather, and thistle so green. For that land and that freedom our fathers have bled ; And we swear by the blood that our fa i hers have shed, No foot of a foe shall e'er tread on their grave ; But the thistle shall bloom on the bed of the brave — The thistle of Scotland, thu thistle so green VOVl I. Ml AM) i ll<> WILT THO 1 DBARIB. \\ i li iii. ui be ii .1 1, Will Ikon lei .in- of my soul, I i:ic ! I vow, that only ih.u Khali t\ er be mj denrie. i .iiid vow, shall ever be inj deal i<-. me ; Or it thou w iit na be in . a thon'lt refuse me : If it a i be, I. tt me, lassie, quickly die. Trusting thai thou lo'es me. Lassie, let uif quick I j ilie, Trusting that thou lo'es me. HIGHGATE PROBATION. LRCE come up to London a , try 1 nt, From father's snug cottage, at Rye Teqnalify I in the world loset out, I vent to be su oni at High So I t uli that I i ■ . But i said that I'd keep i by the letl .ill my lit*? through I'd pre- Ualesal lik'd small beer better. I but a clown ; — 'l he < ills, j .hi iee, meant self* i il ; And 'ti- pi b, for when folks come to t Their honesty's net to the trial; Now | " i It poor, but ■ I likes qa&et and small beer bel- li But (I ui in i i y be linn based I And v lib uaiu > bay I do like Lib Don 1 ike ber advice, and of strong I When she bids yea like ■ beer better. ', world, yon d< ei Yy mna .3 thof he \iere But drink of his own what hi nest] \ Ami not tor another's be tbir>t- Ods waunds! if a man BO the lett Bat if more thna hbj own iiwonlsl Lei ler. l ISHlOlTa l 0OL6. two- tailed \\ i per clasr Tor pretty lit ;"g*' 0, las I O, i.iv, Who la'l < quack In cha \', bile una Inch I Wall i Hut I . i tin- land w < nil ku • In • ii \\ ■ all I T 20G POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Who U it parts the wedded pair, And Doctors' Commons throngs, Drives humble merit to despair, And laughs at virtue's wrongs ? Who is't bids blockheads duels fight, Or boxers fame pursue, Great folks in coachmen's clubs unite, And coachmen's manners too, But Fashion, madam Fashion, and Good trade she'll ever drive ; For while there's fools to swarm the land We all know who must thrive, We do, We all know who must thrive. WHEN ABSENT FROM THE NYMPH I LOVE. WHEN absent from the nymph I love, I'd fain shake off the chains I wear ; Bit whilst I strive these to re- move, More fetters I'm obliged to bear: My captived fancy, day and night, Fairer and fairer represents Belinda, formed for dear delight, But cruel cause of my com- plaints. All day I wander through the groves, And, sighing, hear from every tree, The happy birds, chirping their loves, Happy compared with lonely me. When gentle sleep, with balmy wing9, To rest fans every weary wight, A thousand fears my fancy brings, That keeps me watching all the night. Sleep flies, while like the goddess fair, And all the graces in her train, With melting smiles and killing air, Appears the cause of all my pain. Awhile, my mind delighted, flies O'er all her sweets with thrill J"? j°y» Whilst want of work makes doubts arise, That all my trembling hopes destroy. Thus while my thoughts are fixed on her, I'm all o'er transport and desire, My pulse beats high, my cheeks appear All roses, and mine eyes all fire. When to myself I turn to view, My veins grow chill, my cheeks look wan ; Thus whilst my fears my pains re- new, I scarcely look or move a man. GREAT BRITAIN. GREAT Britain is the noblest land That e'er the world could boast. When freedom regulates com- mand, And here we love the most. The king, the nation, and the law, We're happy to obey — Then vive le roi, vive le roi, Vive la liberte. The birds unshackled rove the air, The fishes swim the sea ; No fetters e'er could Britons bear, Then why, my boys, should we ? The king, the nation, &c. Though all the base in arms should rise, To rob us of the good, Yet every effort we'd despise, Their rage should be withstood. The king, the nation, &c. HOMEWARD BOUND. LOOSE, loose every sail to the breeze, The course of my vessel im- prove ; I've done with the toils of the seas, Ye sailors I I'm bound to my love. 1'IUM I 207 i ii end kind. i \U i it* .ill WW t w ii.it tropic*bird switier ran re J \\ ho uutl shall bold his can i urns to the nest of his mil i" the bi i join in the I tlii it k while the ship cuts the -■ i le that may di \ HO, DELIGHTED, CRIBS HARK, HARK AW A\. HARK away, my bra \ the <•• y «'t the hounds, How blithesome o'er hill and till' i Echo, delighted, the music mills, I v. alts It o"er mountain and Mellow sounds the blithe horu And I lited, cries hark, •J • Then Ite away, 'tis the w hollow, it and Hits, The l And haul taJlyboet rend the I w n there tmoklng — For a penny you'd buj And then there's such vril \s i joki And rabhiti wii \\ ith my whack, la I 1 ml, There you'll see i 1 >US, The i ns of the Mm Who died e heu e And efter that i: , k». Our in a. is ere - free ber from Ihe t > i i in. Oil 1 ■! The ii' • army l.'iin • More proud than all tbe n Tl«t* gallant bero who com llo met the (be— thai And driven from the blood v Hut, nnpliaat \ . i in, bit last ca- ll in IT Mew round ti i in, I die, lie in 1 la to : I ■trl Ami lell in v in* ' aid no UK I Hi" lighed, and closed his glo- penal a **- rown assun A prouder trophy En land re.in; 1 by a art HONES 1 NATI HE A NSW -ion, all it so ; tan l treat it iii their fashion! Iiinjr, ha* turn* Can 1 j»r.»iii b blag ? TiUUM (.11. THOUGH tin- storm ba Lei I In am s kind and \\ hilt- the i \\ t\ Let tin in i Still >• ; L \ < I \\ i tli Mrliii '] huu Is a vedl ck dl T J mo POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Be the care, and Ihe strife, An I > y cat, In IB Till sadly, indeed. It . ed. <\\ it, ill tell ill to- ken . misspent, i soon . But « lut's sti .111- o to tell, Tee old eat grew well, For tin- v for a doctor. AN ANGLER'S LIKE HAS JOYS FORME. bai Joyt for mo, \\ bee blooming Spring 1ms rlad the plain, , spray then sounds with j<>- fUll.l iuj bring-s pleasure in her t. *Tis then the angler^ tru^tt joy r b> the ton* ays his mild employ, her bri-hl- :in y prey he gladly views, 'I'ln ibespnagied iy pope with vi s >read (Mil. But trolling for 'he tyraat pike lie e\ < r li nl - . ibeiied tide. But bill h1i<> ga With peace he dw m the Ami i v PATTTf K \\ \\\ \n. >H\ I.I. '\ <• in- Bl i lie% Patty, pretty Pal Or ■ lieu ">n\ l lay, Pretty Patl bfaj i then my l<>\ Shall < i. \ ely ratty k i i I can boast nor wealth nor birth. Hey Patty, pretty Patt] ; Think y«>ntl Tib? Pretty Patty, tell me. bean that's true, A hand that eaa | P Itty Kavannah. \\ hat peeps o'er yen hilly \ Hoy l itt] I not ? Pretts rin?: ; Then baste, for time is on the i nty Savannah. A BUNDLE OF \\ A I think it will m.i' m er r y i I'll ilaa; yon ■ song nl li of wit, I I >l J » . tliat with i lit. Bat a woman u ith She dumb i li i di reJ 212 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. poor Jack, with no shot in his locker, May wander nobody cares whi- ther, And there no greater want of a cobbler Can be, than his wanting- of lea ther; A man, if he wants but one leg-, Will make but a pitiful runner, And if he should chance want an eye, He'H sure make a very bad gun- ner. Fol lol de rol, &c. A tailor if wanting a goose, Perhaps, may be wanting a din- ner; And a woman that riots and scolds Wants grace, or else I'm a' sin- ner. A brewing, if wanting of malt, I'm sure, must prove very bad beer, So a woman, if wanting a fault, She like a bright star will ap- pear. Fol lol de rol, &c. A mountebank without a fool, And a courtier turned out of place, Or a tinker without any tools, They're all in a comical case; A soldier, if wanting his pay, Perhaps, too, may murmur and curse, And a man who is wanting of money Can have no great need of a purse. Fol lol de rol, &c. A ploughman without e'er a plough, I think he may live at his ease; And a dairy without e'er a cow, I NV ill not make much butter and! cheese; A tanner without any corn Can neither give, sell, no, nor lend ; But a huntsman that's wanting a horn, Why, his wife may perhaps stand his friend. Fol lol de rol, &c. The wants of your humble are simple, — 'Tis the favour of your kind ap- plause; But gratitude never was wanting, Nor respect to religion and laws; In the hope, too, that none of my friends Will be much displeased at my song, Yet, for fear that it should be the case, I'll now take my leave and be gone. Fol lol de rol, &c. THE COTTAGE BEAUTY. C A LM LYsIeeps th e cottagebeauty In the bower with r>ses twined; Hov'ring doves attend around her Emblems of the virgin's mind. Mary, dearest of the dearest, Can, oh can we ever part ? No ! the peerless cottage beauty Reigns the mistress of my heart ! What though wealth may hail me master, High-born maids, too, court my hand, [ for thee, the village charmer, Can each glittering- lure with- stand. What's to me the blaze of gran deur ? Love must barb the bosom's dart; Love, that tells the cottage beauty Reigns the mistress of my heart' Kind and softly blow, ye breezes.. Lest ye bare her angel-breast ! All that's sweet and all that'c len- der In that haven deigns to rest! W ere I king of Ocean's treasure, 1 for her could with it part, Proud to own the cottage beauty Reigns the mistress of my heart I'Ol'l 1. VII AM) ( Hon UllAA ROY. ^ .e ye A blithe and ii . u- plaid ? ! shall I do. ah ! l"\ g Pet on ji'if int. chiel For bonny B.Uy Roy, His eheeki ire red ■ i His hair*fl ■ I \ t ly I'lown, The laddie ttolfl BSJ ! < When l»e came to ner town. \\ h.t shall 1 dO, k, he's oniinc from the lair, To 1' t*i a* lbe, M > minds nae longer in despair, (), \\ t*ll have uiuokle Come, lot the cheerful bagpipe* Strike up, \e loon, mako nae de- ll lly Roy. THE ORIGIN OF GROG. l B, listen awhile to iny i( I here's something- I wish i plain, \N hfch when I have laid it before IVrha, s yon m.iy like it as:ain : rs bad ruin, > think it, It al« a>s would set them Till Vernon, 'ihi \\ ho '» (load. N > I tl| e» would b t ihem to drink And made all their It ha Bella, This h hiii. W ho our - ■ But i • llUH. I • christened th« . no j"ko, | \\ e all k u» « m the nam. drink it, Ac. THE HARDY BAILOR. TUB hardy sailor braves the . in, r m less of tii. ad, Yit his heart, \» ith mm 1 l Throbs t i leai e hia I . To di r% a strw Then ith can, d lo-s, I Alarming tear- p l lu a ip The - (,KN I I B W PM W the DOS ■ Still 10 calm the DTI ast that** Thine it i>. i (root (.ruth And loud 214 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Gentle woman ! when the day Of want appears, though clothed in terrors, Thy sweet love, with heavenly ray, Soothes man's fears— forgets his errors. Gentle woman! be for ever Fraught with such delightful powers ! Blest with thee, a man may never Feel the force of sorrow's hours. BOTTOM. OF all the lives that e'er was lived, A sailor's life for I ; Hap what hap may he's never grieved, But works and bungs his eye ; To do his duty never loth, In danger's face he'll fly, Though certain s>ure to get popped off, Tol de riddle, &c. Why when to hand that sail we'd got All shivered by the foe, Scarce up aloft, a second shot Masts, yards, and all laid low; At the risk of every precious neck, By the run we corned, but I Only broke my arm against the deck. Tol de riddle, &c. Now there, when I left Poll a- shore, Well stored with togs and gold, And went to sea to fight for more, A jolly tar, and bold, A wounded prisoner soon I lay, In a dismal plight was I ; Corned home, I found Poll flowed away. Tol de riddle, &c. Then, when my precious leg they lopped, Just for a bit of fun, I tookt it up, on t'other hopped, nd rammed it in a gun. " What's that for -"cries my mate Dick, " What for, you fool ?" said T, Why, to give Mounseer another kick." Tol de riddle, &c. I owns this crazy hull of mine At sea has had its share, Shipwrecked three times, and wounded nine, And blowed up in the air. But somebody must pay the cost, I've yet my leg and my eye, The rest I for my country lost. Tol de riddle, &c. WE'LL CHASE THE FLEET HARE BY THE I>AWN. HARK away ! hark away ! We'll chase the fleet hare by the dawn : We're up, my brave boys, before day, Our sports will be over ere morn. Pale Echo, who silent has been, No longer in slumbers shall lie; But awaked by our dogs on the green, From hills to the valleys reply. The hare is put up, my brave souls ; Lo ! yonder she brushes the glade ; See Pompey how fleetly he bowls; Poor Puss is most sadly afraid. She turns and she doubles in vain ; And, hoic ! she now loses breath ; Husza ! she is flat on the plain, We'll revel, my boy, o'er her death. ANOTHER CUP AND THEN. MAT Mudge, the sexton of our town, Though oft a little heady, The drink not so his wits could drown But some excuse was ready. i. \lt AM) ( llOl I L'15 Mat hM i An-' ' up i lie dai k. > fault, ursed drunk* ; i r'ni,: be taught, link, hark ! Cliad lie, iu lake roaring topers i . ! what a drunken pot:. Another cap and tl the u • — An. Mat £ot dank for it be could row ; Did any tiling hi-, mind am; He drunk to drown ' Thus he'd rejoice or be*d condole, i ried Mat. be lef, As tl: -. bowl i ta ail my predec fault, &c. \\ ere peace the theme and all its Mat filled the sparkling no r, he drank may Brilub Still give the foe n il<>_ | The | Bid him beware the bowl; Your pardon I must humbly a-k, I ho, hut 'poa my soul, my predeet fault, Ac. AjuI then no liquor came amis*, be conld foi That rave him spirit, wisdom this, And m ben And all the tin round, (1111 (I! I l\ lltdC v they chat tittle I cart* auu all i tat; v tbc bttl. • nhionthow the little . Anil H • ilk, tittle tit. Pretty lilt I, > to cherp- cii in the shops, (hit ebat little tattle tat, Pretty little bom retty 1 1 1 tl« And to chit chat little tntC A little bit of rouue, and a little fan, Little miniature of a nice little man, Or any 1'ttl ■ Inch can Chit chat tittle tattle tat feast • tttle tat, But the splendid i can- Then k. op their 1" ' And 'I. win h Up And upon i arm the ule. And all for Chit (hat tittle tattle tat. Pretty little damsel*, how prettily run, (hit ind a little bit , Chit tat. The pretty little none, and the prei t> lit tie chin, tli with pi i ' And i tile tongue to tat. 210 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. GIRLS, LOOK ERE YOU LEAP. A PLAGUE upon man, and his flattering tongue, A\ hat a fool is a maid to believe him ; If she plays well her cards while she's handsome and young-, She'll laugh at his oaths, and deceive him. But when she's a wife, Every comfort in life She must yield to her tyrant tor- mentor. Sure wedlock to me, Seems a patent to be, And the devil himself the inventor. Why should woman submit to man's slavery still, When it needs but a little re- sistance ; To teach the proud tyrant to bend to her will, And to beg- in good turn for as- sistance. Then, girls, single keep, Or look well ere you leap'; Or if husbands you have, vex and fret 'em; And remember this rule, Ever marry a fool, And hold fast by the reins when you get them. THE QUEER LITTLE MAN. A VERY little man, very * how came you so,' Went home on a dingy night ; It was past twelve o'clock, he'd a long way to go, And he walk'd like a crab, left and right. At the corner of a lane, quite a lonely retreat, He saw something tall and as while as a sheet; He shook and he shivered, His teeth chattered, and lips quivered, And with fear as well as fuddling he stagger 'd to and fro, This queer little man, who'd a great way to go. This queer little man then fell on his knees, With fright you'll suppose halt' dead : And as on it he looked, it o'ertop ped the trees, And had two saucer eyes in its head. When a very deathlike voice, said in very drear tone, With me you must go, for your grave's nearly done. He shook and he shivered, His teeth chattered, and lips quivered, When he cried, O, good hobgob- lin, I pray you mercy show A queer little man, who's a great way to go. The queer little man he fell flat as a flail, A great explosion heard he ; And jumped up in a crack, for a cracker at his tail Set him capering just like a parched pea. From around the goblin's head burst some long streams of fire, And the cracker once spent left him sprawling in the mire. Some wags ('twas a wacker), Thus with turnip, squib, and cracker, Cured, through fear of all his fud- dling, completely you must know, This queer little man who'd a great way to go. THE MAID OF THE BROOK. SADLY sat a weeping maiden, All beside the rippling stream ; Green the turf and clear the waters, Bright the spangling noon tide beam. To each breeze the maid did sigh, Willow, willow, willow; Death shall sing my lullaby Willow, willow, willow. POP! i.^k \\:> I HOI 217 : 1 ) i . i m t \ i « • ; But t ,, i -ii.uik violet we* b< > • llli' I ■ Ulow, S i' 1 \\ ulow. « i'l >w , willow. Bright the bed on which the waters Ditl in gentle murmurs itlide, But this maiden*! locks, more Careless hung adown each lide. To the rippling boui d the d naj . Willow, willow, will Death*i my bride, ah! well awa\ ! \\ Ulow, willow, will' The* forlorn, the hapless maiden Bg did make In r doleful S a)i ; Edrkk heard, lie stood and i'm- tened, Edrick pitied the sad tale. To the maid the iwain did cry, ie the Mid ton] willow ; Sorrow lied, the maul di< And sung no more ihewillow THE POOR FORLORN LOVEIL HO more lei mirth my bosom swell, i k each hoar ; With m»- si all pining silence dwell, For I'm love's blighted H* eoaleat be mine, I And forth the d ii«l am I d .Ms falt'ri t n ■ I Luve tb«>ul< ■ l lo Could I I n my loud soul . Ami theei i lack both pov Nor boast ■ lim is the ph. Hit My in Richei and 1 1 1 It's pass away, \> ihad< 1 1 ii a
  • t bid me pine in i But pitying 1 , let i That lowlin< Anil teach >» u how to I \r. THIS LONDON. \(.R\H : THE DEI U/> o»\ N SHOP. 1 ROM great Loudoadei don, s i n «ii \ , My own natty self in a waggon did rido ; Kj , folks ride ia a ■ hisks, I At Connaeght they cany their whisk . ' I Jam] d taw I s,.|, ith ; At the And '• ' « i M i it the Hull . Ah! P 'I hi I '2\S POPULAR AND CHUICK SONGS. The great city -wax-work was all a mere tax-work, A plan to bamboozle ine out of my l>elf; Says 1. Mrs. Salmon, c'up, none of your gammon, Your figures are no more alive than yourself. I ax'd an old Quaker the way to Long-acre ; >\ i tli thee and with thou he so bother'd my brain, After fitty long* sallies through lanes and blind alleys, I found myself trotting in Rose- mary-lane. Au! Paddy, my honey! &c. At night, O, how silly ! along Pic- cadilly, I wauder'd, when up comes a beautiful dame ; * Huzza!' says the lady, ' how do you do, Paddy ?' — Says I, pretty well, ma'am ; I hope you're the same. A great hulking fellow, who held her umbrella, Then gave me a terrible thump on the nob ; She ran away, squalling ; I, ' watch, watch! 1 was bawling;— The devil a watch was there left in my fob. Ah ! Paddy, my honey I &c. DICK BOOM. DICK Boom was a right jolly dog, His heart -was of true British mould, Loved his friend, his girl, and his grog, And in battle was always quite bold, That when alongside of the foe, To his messmates he'd cheerily sing, Load your guns, fire away, yo ho. lu defence of your country and king. With my f<>l lol, tol de rol, fire away again British tars will always be masters of ihe mam. When Dick last from Portsmouth set sail, To his Poll he these words did impart, May I founder the very first gale, Or bullet fly spank through my heart, If I ever prove false to my love, Or take any other in tow ; But as true as the needle I'LL prove, And sing cheerily yo ye yo. With my fol lol, &c. Soon an enemy's sail hove insight; Clear for action, aloud was the cry, In two glasses we beat them out- right, British tars always conquer or die. Now arrived safe in port with our prize, I've plenty of shiners for life, Poll of Portsmouth I mean to sur- prise, For to-morrow I'll make her my wife. With my fol, lol. &c. THE FRENCHMAN AND HIS WIFE. MY wife she was so pretty, So amiable, nice, and sweet, From de court, de bar, de city, All were kneeling at her feet. In de crowd that storm my door Was a noble Senateur, Oh quel honneur! Quel bonheur ! Ah monsieur, le Senateur! Je suis voire humble serviteur. Le Senateur, he say to me Venez done a a t ous chateau Hide on land or sail on sea, V.n voiture, or en baleau. Vat shall o'er your fancy strike, Ven you're dare do as you like. Oh quel honneur, &c# roi't • i nun i id a little l lump .iihI : ha ! xl-pap.i. Quel honneur, &c. id, ah ! and friend, in manner mild, ur, All, monsieur! le Senateur! Jo row ■ouhaite le baa jour. . THE ROSY MORN. in, appeal Lth £.>ld the cbimney Housemaids now for work y twirl their snow-white mops. Watchmen '.heir last hour pre* leep, \\ ailat the milfcmalria, loudly i soot ho! ii TOBY F1LU\ . that ill drink i ha old i As e 1 tliomM a And oil I gay \\ itti And v- i t U I den were that, And he died fall as big as a ult. And tii. A putter found out in its cow . And with j f lie Dlilth, and mil hale of I ON BOAltD Ot It TRIM \\ Hi N ..*d. And with full I •bipm And Bill T« did \\ « die I Quick tide we jai . 220 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. But a cannon ball one day in a fight, From the deck knock'd him into tlie sea. So he died as he lived for Ids country and right, And may this be the end too of me. Cannons let roar, Echo'd from shore, For the grave of a sailor's the sea. MY HIGHLAND HOME. MY Highland home, where tem- pests blow, Aud cold thy wintry looks, Thy mountains crowu'd wi' driven snow, And ice-bound are thy brooks: But colder far's the Briton's heart, However far he roam, To whom these words no joy im- part, 1 My native Highland home.' Choi' us. Then gang wi'me to Scotland dear, We ne'er again will roam, Aud with thy smile, so bonny,cheer My native Highland home. When summer comes, the heath- er-bell Shall tempt thy feet to rove ; Tlie tender dove, within the dell, Invite to peace and love ; For blithesome is the breath of day, And sweet's the bonny broom, And pure the dimpling rills that play, Around my Highland home. Then gang wi' me, &c. THIS IS NO MINE AIN LASSIE. This is no mine ain lassie, Fair though the lassie be ; O weel ken I mine ain lassie, Kind love is in her ee. I see a form, I see a face, Ye weel may wi' the fairest placee ; It wants, to me, the witching grace, The kind love that's in her ee. O this is no, &c. She's bonny, blooming, fresh, and tall, And lang has had my heart in thrall, And aye it charms my very saul The kind love that's in her ee. O this is no, &c. A thief sae pawkie is my Jean, To steal a blink by a' unseen ; But gleg as light are lovers' een, When kind love is in the ee. O this is no, &c. It may escape the courtly sparks, It may escape the learned darks; But weel the watching lover marks The kind love that's in the ee. O this is no, &c. BROTHER JACK. IF the good old maxim's true, That sons of Eve should all be brothers, Tars have it to their hearts in v i e w . For their first good's the good of others. Nay, Jack such narrow love de- rides, 'Midst every danger still con- tented, He the whole family provides With every good that heaven invented, And, leaving caution to the wind, Risks every chance to serve man- kind. Away to India, cries the fair, To beauty's voice obedient list, en, The vessel cuts the yielding air. And muslins wave and diamond! glisten. POP! LAIt AM) i HOI \\ |l k ami lind, ie world to serve mau- kind. .1 cits the rich voluptuous I the hurry, iplete, ..d the r our , and lUppli then shall we Sad Who thus adventure for mankind J Then be the friend; Exrlu bt from the On « cir lives a The that now •Iveuturous Then driah mind \\ ho n>k thi hr lives to sen i kiad. \\ APPfHG OLD -i air*. YOUR Molly ha ifajae laat Vfapp coir lmcco-boa \\ ben Did i i To hi- | uith my Thomaa 1 st.ntl ; For hia Mill, With , and Sail, unkiudness lo li- . with a t. \\ h) ihoaJ uhl Satan Tom. w, I ran myself a bit in debt, and then I ran away. Singing ri tol, &c. Board of man of war I enter'ir next, and l< aru'd to quaff good flip, And far from home we scudded on so gay, I ran my rigs, but lik'd so well my captain, crew, and ship, That run what will, why, dam- me, if ever I run away. Singing ri fol, &c. With Nelson I've sail'd the world around, and learn'd a bit to fight, But somehow a prisoner I was ta'en. So, when my Spanish jailor to my dungeon show'd a light, I just blinded both his peepers, and I run away again. Singing ri fol, &c. I've run many risks in life, o» ocean and on shore, But always like a Briton got the day; And fighting in old England's cause, I II run as many more. But let me meet ten thousand foes, will never run away. Singing ri fol, &c. CAPTAIN MULLIGAN. LOVE'S a plague by night and b> day, When that post you run your skull again ; Love it was, or Katty O'Shea, That bother'd the heart of the brave Captain Mulligan. Brisk and merrily, Light and gay. Stout and steadily, Smart and readily, Soft and funnily, Blythe and bonnily, Quite an Adonis was Captain Mulligan. He was willing. She was killing — POPULAR AM) CUOH \c O'Mul- \< wv\ '. Cm. Willing— killing, | Mulli-.in." rider* rising i noon in full kin; in shape liKo n tal ] ! IC It'lloW Oi tain Mulligan- Limping, twaddling, Mia Glances pitching him, Quite bewitching bim a Ogling boaaily, Bqninting funnily, She wai a I aims to ( antaiu Mull net Kitty, You're so pretl I he cried, tin- brave O'MuI- ligan ; •• O, sweet Kitty ! Pretty — ■ Kitty — pity. Captain Mulligan." Married, how they alter'd their tune ; re, once fierce, faith! soon i m ; When they'd paa*e the tweet hoeey*mooB, Uachen'd the eye of brave ptala Malik \\ hisky tippling Night and tiny ; ng, fighting him. Horns ;n ; in ; now, Tro BOW V* •« 1 i with you, then, *• Faith, l knew it, I show Sail he cried, p* »n ; * \ reel, Crai Killing — milling:, S ( OWN i HMXy 1 1! i: , com n I i thro 1 the i She dm Join,'. : i thro' UM Gin a body meet a body C o a in thro' the i dj kite a Need a hodj i : Oli Jfuny's a' weet, Gin a 1) , body Com in lhr< (.in a bods ki-o .» I Need the wnrid k< n". Oh J cans \c. THE POM CAPTAIN. \un.\ BteerwwJI heard me first impart With ardent Beat, his youthful heart . I POT bold ;k1v--i ti \\ hen first a lit' i)' -nil the i He would hold \\ bile ten jollj tars wii •he anchor i;mjr Ac. To hand t learnM, \\ lib qakkness, \A b> f traest, t. .talon youth de- ami i p.-n i Sincere, »>ut *.u , d chat ■ i at I heart t-> 1 Ami if a dn charmed ? But, ah! when death devoured her Ah! TEZJZ* ^ h * ning*, And all I dreai And filled my s».ul with fi n broke her errowa < n her tomb, And II with her an THE FKiliT OK WATERLOO. Hurt- ! THOl ART WOT l IL8E. THOU art a. t fake, but thou art 0, 1) \ \ i > ! load and loaf Shall Fame thy van I declare ; And manv ■ bard, in marlial | Proclaim iu triumph, when win I , bright and true, fickle tO# ¥1 atci To thoMthyselfso fondly sought; aedSIaeabterbeld Ita The tears that thou hast forced lo And Dealh on , a „d trickle. are doubly bitter from that Wn j| eb | Lstreams delored ieU thought. I aiul ufjii- Ti3 tins, that breaks the heart Aiul , lo> , thou rneT< . llt . Too veil thou I soon rrulll thou lea' . ,. . , , .i Record tl Tiie wholly raise the 'beaii n And oft shall mot heads, And many a maiden's clu. k tura And in the read. The deai -l.vcd > out bee ail ; >\ hen Hi s. R. To dr. v, and wake to row, I That foejrbt Iu cause ltd rllre; I sal And it. I spurns deceiver and d But she who not a thought dis- putes, >\ base love it as sincere as 1 t» _ \\ hen sin , i ho loved i t>Iy» It feels that mine has felt so newly. \> ■ That cheated w> In stamber TO leave the waking soul I lorn - displa | ; Whil. I t and 220 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. BLYTHE WAS SHE. BLYTHE, blythe, and merry was she, Blythe was she but and hen ; Blythe by the banks of Earn, And blyther in Glentnret glen. Blylhe, &c. By Ouchtertyre grows the aik, On Yarrow banks the birken shaw ; But Phemie was a bonnier lass, Then braes o' Yarrow ever saw. Blythe, &c. Her looks were like a flower in May, Her smile was like a simmer morn ; She tripped by the banks of Earn, As lig-ht's a bird upon a thorn Blythe, &c. Her bonny face it was as meek As ony lamb upon a lee; The e'ening sun was ne'er sae sweet As was the blink o' Phemie's ee. Blythe, &c. The Highland hills I've wander'd wide, And o'er the Lowlands I hae been : But Phemie was the blythest lass That ever trodethe dewy green. Blythe, &c. FAIREST OF THE FAIR. <) NANNlE,wilt thou gang wi' me, Nor sigh to leave the flaunting town ; Can silent glens have charms for thee, The lowly cot, and russet gown 2 Nae langer drest in silken sheen, Nae langer deck'd wi' jewels rare, Say, canst thou quit each courtly scf lie, \\ here thou wast fairest of the fair ; O Nannie, when thou'rt far awa, W iltthou not casta look behind ? Say canst Ihou face the flaky snaw. Nor shrink before the warping wind ? O can that saft and gentlest mien s Severest hardships learn to bear, Nor sad regret each courtly scene, Where thou wast fairest of the fair ? O Nannie, canst thou love so true. Thro' perils keen wi' me to gae ? Or when thy swain mishap shall rue, To share with him the pang of wae ? And when invading pains befal, Wilt thou assume the nurse's care, Nor wishful those gay scenes re- call, Where thou wast fairest of the fair ? And when at last thy love shall die, Wilt thou receive his parting breath ? Wilt thou repress each struggling sigh, And cheer with smiles the bed of death ? And wilt thou o'er his much-lov'd clay, Strew flowers, and drop the ten- der tear ? Nor then regret those scenes so gay, Where thou wast fairest of the fair ? HOW TO TELL A STORY. OVER port, pipe, or snuff-box. there's always some wight To tell ye a story at club ev'ry night, Wanting wit, at a pinch, the box helps a bad joke, Or deficient in fire, he supplies ye with smoke. Derry down, down, down deny down. POl'l LAR AND < HUH m lO 1)1 lir\ . I f| .'in ping in in tell :i ihort it< I > « ■ r i y do* n, v"v.o. Once a nian advt -rti-M the inetrn- |x ! He'd leap uffthe monument on lo td ; down, felt ark, vnM. reflected, tarn'd round, aii-i juni;>M hack. Punch it bii a ite, it, the Brit lime in his Iit"«* : i»d and wonder'd at iidd trick and grim ... When a barrel of gunpowder blew un the |il i Dcrry down, ftc. and puppets wei ' nnd there throw n ; i jack on n tree, who had . n blou a, I histle, and, but will this A bit under great Marshall - Had UM b< LO off by a But ptae'd it bo That a h lied round hi- \\ In I thus, u ben be I the away nil I mean to rt Till what jroa I time to dl l pun I must Bnd equally true. Den ] '. JOLLY : COMK. Jollj ine, (row u tlii-. nigh To destroy our pleasure ; mij ht > ipai - That every true nnd I May < tr. ul, Thus, mighty Bat I U 1 1 i ! BKN HAiciiw THE tM vm mootb, the winds An t \ illage rill Ui mournful kapafl iway'ueatb ■ hill, Thu-, in- urafal il arded, the tar wbea i M.i i y lei: aad : ■ suit*, I thought my 1 n rc- But since kind fortune faithful heai ad, of all 1 l Returned, U I'd But found that friendship was a unre warded, Amlt. poor, By 1 i ded. But who shall slill That spreads UI Shall sink beneath life's rut) tanpier climes, My vaaU will then L< ward \\ beo black \ng ratitudi Baal] t&eart now d . ded. THE RESPONS1 And while she inlngl'd with the slal The «■ \>\l paj beaux; 232 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS Each found within the troubi'd breast A pain that would not let them rest ; She to the wood sequester'd stray'd, And in the gloomyshelt'ring shade, Said to herself, ill accents low, •* What can it be disturbs ine so ?" When o'er her head, a list'ning dove, Responsive cry'd, *' Fair inaid, 'tis love." When Thyrsis heard she'd left her home, Resolv'd with hasty steps to roain, And with an ardent lover's faith, He sought each wood's remotest path, Until he found his Phillis dear, Who wond'ring cry'd, — " What brought you here ?" When straight reply'd the pen- sive dove, ** What should it be, fair maid, but love :" GAFFER GREY. OH! why dost thou shiver and shake, Gaffer Grey ? And why doth thy nose look so blue ? 'Tis the weather that's cold, 'lis I'm grown very old, And my doublet is not very new, Well-a-day ! Then line thy worn doublet with ale, Gaffer Grey, And warm thy old heart with a glass. Nay, but credit I've none, And my money's all gone ; Then say how may that come to pass, Well -a -day ! Hie away to the house on the brow, Gaffer Grey, And knock at the jolly priest's door. The priest often preaches Against worldly riches, But ne'er gives a mite to the poor Well-a-day ! The lawyer lives under the hill, Gaffer Grey ; Warmly fenced both in back and in front. He will fasten his locks, And will threaten the stocks ; Should he ever more find me in want. Well-a-day ! The squire has fat beeves and brown ale, Gaffer Grey, And the season will welcome you there. His fat beeves and his beer, And his merry new year, Are all for the flush and the fair, Well-a-day! My keg is but low I confess, Gaffer Grey. What then ? while it lasts, man, we'll live. The poor man alone, When he hears the poor moan, Of his morsel a morsel will give Well-a-day! THE THIRSTY FAMILY. MY gran'nam, God rest her old soul, often said That sorrow was ever a dry, So was frequently lifting the glass to her head, And a chip of the old block am L My father, an anchorsmith, swal- lowed a spark, J And to quench it through life he would try, j But in twice twenty years he could ne'er hit the mark, ] And as thirsty a soaker am I. i'Ol'l LAK \M) < HOI i ul the les- I Ami they neithei in the Hilt bed. i ail prised : -tuff. \\ bl u ked with their milk uit, And they'd think me ■ bl th.r " If 1 d .1 a I drink like the rest. And : But I'll ! rd. It burm in And not .1 • • And all h. At twenty 1 rib brandy .,,„ hifl n:i: ed like birdi The wretch 11 &c. Though times they run herd, still plait, \\ «• hob-nub our gla- ther. FAIR J rt, but we WH1 in the That dane'd to The lark', early say, And, u-t what will happen. While we>e liquor to mellow ltfPl - FAREWELL. FAREWELL, ye dungeons dark Tin tie ! MIMi | h>n;^ t On tonly, . be : r ; and dane'd Below the gallowu n Oh, bet parting early W here is tb< it awaited my « wild wo* i in -ng * winding 1 the course of Ami mark stews of But - Is it that Milium i Villi' And grim turfy \* inU No, M humming i th<- ray rose*, I. urn it the J i mill 1 hide 1 ha; All tha ek in m> 1 1 [|Ji 234 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Time cannot aid me, my griefs are immortal, Nor hope dare a comfort be- stow : Come then, enamour'd and fond of my* anguish, Enjoyment I'll seek in my wo. TO EDEN'S BOWERS. TO Eden's bowers, those lovely bowers, Before they were tarnish'd by sin and by shame, Where heaven itself had planted flowers, Joy first from her home of eter- nity came. She came with eyes so blue and bright, They seem'd the very soul of light. In Eden's bowers awhile she dwelt, While Eden was fit for an an- gel's abode, — Alas ! that such a sweet scene should melt, And leave but a black and be- wild'ring road. When woman sinn'd, the charm was o'er, And Joy resided there no more. Ah ! Eden's bowers are desolate now, And Joy is a wand'rer, homeless on earth ; Where chance may lead, her smiles endow The spot with a radiance of heavenly birth ; But soon she flies, nor leaves a trace To mark the cool deserted place. THE IRISH VOYAGE. MR. Leonard O'Leary's my Chris- tian surname, And a long while ago from Kil- kenny I came ; My friends and relations I gave them the slip, And went as a bold horse-marine 'board a ship. On a voyage of discovery we sail'd to our coast, For we found on this shore that our vessel was lost: I looked for myself, grab! as soon as I could, And found myself sticking chin- deep in the mud. The natives flocked round me, and laughed, ev'ry soul, For I looked all the world like a toad in the hole; Says I, " Jontlemen, let compas- sion prevail, And just pull out my head, for thereby hangs a tail." Against the big rocks the ould ship being staved, Not a bit but what went to the bottom was saved : Then no soul saved their lives, but myself and three more, And they were found lying stone dead on the shore. To live with the savages now was my lot, And soon found a pretty snug birth I had got; How d'ye think I came over each tawny-faced rogue? Why, English I taught with an Irish brogue. HAIL! SWEET HOPE. LET every bard attune his lyre, Oh ! lovely Hope, to thee ; For thou dost ott the soul inspire Of wretched misery. When those we love are waud'ring far, And fear some ill portrays, Kind Hope, our friendly guiding star, The rending thought allays. ri)i'i l\k am) uion ! nid tlw lover'* friend ; I live i thai sorrow Hail ! sweet Hope! TRUE COURAGB. WHY, what's that t<> you, ii' my . I'm B wiping } But Ua'n't pity, why 1 in ' l lac captain, says he (I shall oa'd know, lad-, tin- true ti in the sham, ui lion in battle, so let it. But duty appeas'd, 'tis in mercy a lamb. There was bustling 3ob 3ou:ice, for the old one not caring, Helter skelter to vtork, pelt . , cut ami drive, uring he, for his part, had no ii of sparing, And as for a ioc, why he'd cat him al N But when that he'd found an old lu-M wounded, Th '1 his lite as near drow uing be B* am. The II iid, and w ith pity fbanded, In him just as one lamb. That my friend Jack or Tom I would Or lay n rn ibr each friend in the dm at all, 'lis the poor And ' tlio more I shall i d tars And . ar, a Ham, Tho' i: I u el moi « w Ik u turn'd to a lamb. Tho heart and tho ryes, you see t'o< I i he same motion, And if both shed their drops 'tis all to the same end. And thus 'tis that every tight lad • he ocean, ds his blood for his countiy, his tears tor hi , friend : If my maxim's disease, 'lis disease I shall die on, You may snigger and titter, i don't Care a damn ! In me let the toe feel the paw of a Hon, But the battle once ended, tho heart oi' a lamb. WITH HAPLESS TEARS. WITH hapless tears and breaking art, in, with affection true, W illiam from her door de- part, And faintly si adieu ! Poor luckless maid! the roaring I-. deaf to pity, love, and Um Stout Ben, bereft of cv'iy j Ami struggling with a lather's Left his dear wife, and infant A poor man's le Ah ! w idowed wife, the i Is doaf to pity, love, and tin Bach anxious for the r wished re- turn, Con Urate <>f delay : All hearts 1 it ion burn, i eleone Um t way. Delush e hope, t Is deaf to pit] i thee. 230 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. YOUNG WILLIAM. YOUNG W illiain was a seaman true, The darling of our bonny crew, For blylhe was he and kind; For though no lagging lubber he, Right loth he was to go to sea — For Jane he left behind. And Jenny lov'd,but all by stealth, Her father had much store of wealth, Of Will he would not hear : Till crnel chance at length re- veal'd The passion they so long- con- ceal'd, And William lost his dear. jk friendly voice poor William uail'd, A ruffian gang the youth assail'd, 'Twas done by cursed gold ; The tender for the offing stood, The cutter skimm'd the yielding- flood, They hatch'd him in the hold. She, troubled, walks the beach in haste, And tnmbled look'd the wat'ry waste, And by the floating wave, A corpse was wash'd upon the shore, Twas William ! and with tears they bore Two lovers to the grave. ELIZA. ELTZA was the loveliest maid That e'er was caught in False- hood's snare ; A modest blush her cheeks ar- ray 'd, And Virtue stampt her image there ; No damsel of the Sylvan scene, With her in beauty could com- pare, And every shepherd round the green, Declar'd her fairest of the tair. A baron's son of high decree, (Beneath whose smile did False- hood dwell) The fair Eliza chane'd to see, And love he counterfeited well As oft they stray'd along the vale, He vow'd from her he ne'er wou'd part; She listen'd to his faithless tale, And gave him all her virgin heart. Butsoon the hapless maiden found Her ruin 'twas alone he sought; Oh ! then she sank upon the ground, In all the agony of thought. The roses fled her dimpled cheek, Loud to the passing winds she sigh'd, Heart-broken — but resign'd and meek — With grief the fair Eliza died. TOGETHER, LET US RANGE THE FIELDS. TOGETHER let us range the fields, Impearl'd with the morning dew ; Or view the fruit the vineyard yields, Or the apple's clustering bough, There in close embower'd shades, Impervious to the moon-tide ray, By tinkling rills, on rosy beds, W'e'll love the sultry hours away. HENRY'S COTTAGE MAID. AH ! where can fly my soul's true love ? Sad I wander this lone grove; Sighs and tears for him I shed, Henry is from Laura fled. Thy love to me thou didst impart, Thy love soon won my virgin heart, But, dearest Henry, thou'st be tray'd, Thy love, with thy poor cottage maid. roi'l l.\K AM) UIOI. 237 i i k Hit* colour \ iweel hope within ino thou'st be- tl .i> M with thy dear cottage maid. CH IRMING H LRRIKT, M HEN y< unir, I tuna;, to a maid, and witi y loo ; me ; Blue e> fs I prli Then fall in love with Kitty too. : 1 1 i 1 1 - little creature ! Biisk i tine; is black as slues she had ; \\ aist mi taper, Cut a caper, Oh ! she had nearly drove me mad! Charming creature ! Form and feature ! bad nearly drove me mad. I kiss eet fairy ! Tall and tl nder too ; i quit her u it, ■ • t belle ! Fifty • der too ; lO Nancy, \\ b "-cy, >asled her. Brown a> I - l her; wn, il the tou n Continually tOaSttd her. ( an 'line all divine ! and preti | flew, u h< . « ho can too. And, it kbe*d hi. I it. The d I'm eaiuj .t at I . 1*11 man r CM For s I \ Til man y n» ne hut llai | . ell, each i Wo more, as i», • I must throw mj leert about; Should 1 | At a hiss, alas ! Wife will make a iilaguy rout; Yet you're all such darling dean. That, did I live a thousand In spite of wind or weather, on t Married, tingle, Still I'd jingle, l hue you altogether, oh ! Nanny Fanny, Hetty, Hetty, Jenny, V* inny, Nell, or Bell, or Isabella or Sophia, <>r Maria, Juliet, Jenny, Jane, or Joana, Arethuau, Deademona ' All such charming,* 'harming dears That, should 1 live a thou years, I'd love you altogether, oh ! BELINDA BELINDA, see from yonder flow ers, The bee flies loaded to its cell ; Can you perceive « bat it dot An- they impaired in sho . smell ? So, though I robb'd you of a kiss. than their amht \\ i.y are you angry at my fall Has :t ;,t j 11 itnpovVksh'd J 238 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. "Tis by this cunning- I contrive, In spile of your unkind reserve, To keep my fumish'd love alive, Which you inhumanly would starve. MRS. M'CAWLEY AND THE DOCTOR. \. LITTLE old woman was taken ill, Heigho ! says Peter; A little old woman was taken ill, So she sent for the doctor to give her a pill, With a rowley powley, Ginger and jalap, oh ! Heigh! says Peter M'Cawley. The doctor he came tc feel her hand, Heigho! says Peter; The doctor he came to feel her hand, When be found her so drunk that she cou'dn't well stand, With her gin bottle, wet throttle, Talk away, mug away, Heigh ! says Peter M'Cawley. Says the doctor, says he, I must open a vein, Heigho ! says Peter ; .Says the doctor, says he, I must open a vein, When the little old woman said, Oh ! fie for shame! With her rowley powley, Hick-up and kick-up, Heigh! say9 Peter M'Cawley. Says the d »ctor, says he, why then you're dead, Heigho! says Peter; Says the doctor, says he, why then you're dead, When she up'd with the gin keg, and quite broke his head, With her rowley powley, Scratch'em, and fight away, Heigh ! says Peter M'Cawley. Oh ! oh ! says the doctor, is this your fun ? Heigho! says Peter; Oh ! oh ! says the doctor, is this your fun ? Then the devil may cure you- and off he run, With his rowley powley, Gammon and physic, Heigh ! says Peter M'Cawley. GIVE ME THE LASS WITH A LANDED ESTATE. GIVE me the lass with a landed estate, And I'll take her for better or worse ; For whether she's wise or a mere addle pate, I shall doat on the charms of her purse. Wit's but of small value, and beauty will fade, A long pedigree would not en- chant me ; But if she is rich, why her market is made, There's no fault, except pen'ry, can daunt me. Give me the lass with a landed estate, And I'll call her my darling or dear; Though her beauty be small, if her fortue be great, Still delightful my lot will ap- pear. I should care not a pin for a Venus or Grace, Unless she had acres of money ; What's the worth of a delicate, sweet pretty face. When the terrors of want come upon ye ? Let me then gain but the maiden who brags Of her land, or her gold, or her bank-nutes; For my love must be founded on large money-bags, Which will always 'gainst beau ty get votes. POPULAR \M> < lloi. 11 M ) To thi >t I'd WOMAN'S FATE l- M ILL DIS PRESSING. WOMAN'S fete is Mil! Be ber lot « hnte'er ii will ; Man | »\ « r> bl< - ature ill. h charms her form enduing, udy prize pursuit iquers first, and than destroys. Riches serve but to entoil her. Like the bee with bones stored ; ealth allures the cruel spoil- And oms her victim of her hoard. IN THE DOWNHILL OF LIFE. »N the downhill of life, when I ; i "in declining, May my fate no Less fortunate be. Than a snug elbow chair can af- ford for reclining, And a cot that o'erlooks the w i (1 1 • \\ ith an ambling pad poney, to I U 11, W «• I idle sorrow ; And blithe as the lark, thai day hails the dawn, k forward w ith hope l mon v a porch at my door, both for shelter and shade As the sunshine or rain may pre- vail ; A small spot of ground for the use And a barn for the u*e ot' the Hail r my to J). I I'll env fame, what honours await bin to* iihmi o\v\ From the bleak northern blast in.i\ my cot be comph ■r*d by a neighbouring hill ; At Bight, may rep upon me more su eel ly, Bv the side of a murmuring rill ; Ami, while peace and plenty I lad at vny board. W ith a heart tree from sickness ami sorrow, Willi my friends will I share what to-day may afford, Aiu\ let them spread the table to-morrow. But when I at last must throw off this frail i Which iSre worn for threescore years and ten. On the brink o\ the c;rave I'll not ek to ke«-p boTeriag, Nor my thread wish to spin o'er again ; But my face in a glass I'll serene- ly survey. And with smiles count each a rinkle and farrow , As thi* old worn-out stuff which is thread-bare to-day, May become everlasting- to-imr row. WHAT ART THOU, DEATH ? W HAT art thou death, that I should leu- The shadow of a shad What's in thy name that meets the ear Of which to be afraid ? Thou art not care, thou art no! pain, But thou art rest and pear 'Tis thou canst make our terrc vain, • .1 our torn.' 210 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Thy hand can draw the rankling: thorn From out the wounded breast; Thy curtain screens the wretch forlorn, Thy pallet brings him rest. Misfortune's stings, affliction's throes, Detraction's pois'nous breath, The world itself, and all its woes, Are swallow'd up in death. AH TEACH THY BREAST. AH teach thy breast soft pity's throb, And harmonize thy rugged mind ; Ah teach thy lid soft pity's tear, That gem of sentiment refm'd. Could thou once know the tender bless The sympathising bosom knows, When at meek sorrow's sacred touch, Responsive sadness round it Hows. No more thy brow would wear that frown, Thy glance no more so sternly dart, But joys would glitter in thine eye, And peace cling gladly to thy heart. GIVE ME, MY BOY, A JOLLY SONG THE ills of life in vain assail, I never yet would yield me; Nor shall their malice e'er prevail Whilst frolic Mirth can shield me. Like curs they snarl, but dare not bite; I heed them not at all, sir, But laugh at ail their harmless spite, And still sing lol de rol lol, sir. I ever scorned, with face of woe Proud dames to dangle after; With smiles 1 bent young Cupid's bow, And tipt his shafts with laughter. Success still marked each merry dart, ■ Black, fair, brown, short, or tall. sir, I conquered every female heart With tol de rol de rol, lol, sir. Let first-rate singers stretch their throats In fine falsetto squeaking, With new and strange unnatural notes, Applause from- fashion seeking; Theblockhead connoisseurs among E'en let them trill and squall, sir Give me, my boy, a jolly song That ends with tol de rol lol, sir. In spite of dons, so grave and wise. Till o'er old Styx I ferry, I always shall most highly prize Whatever's blithe and merry. May love and laughter ever be Attendant, on my call, sir; Here's what I've always loved, d'ye see, A glass to tol de rol lol, sir. AS A BEAM. AS a beam on the face of the vo- ters may glow, When the tide runs in darkness and coldness below, So the cheek may be ting'd with a warm sunny smile, Tho' the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while. One fatal remembrance, one sor- row that throws : Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes ; To which life nothing darker 01 brighter can bring, For which joy has no balm, and affliction no sting. poi'l L \lt AM' I'HOK B SONGS. I'll A in the midst of VUlflll w ill - Like .1 »lc. ul leaflew branch in tlie Tbc beams of the warm sun play round it in I It in i> milfl i i it* light, but it IMl ! NIGHT CAME ON A HURRICANE. IE night came on a hurricane, the sea was mountains rolling. When Barney Bnntllne turned lus quid, and said to Billy Bowling A strong i Billy, can't you boar it roar Lord help 'em, bow I pities all un- happy folk- now ! Bow, VOl . -hardy chaps as lives in towns, what dangers they are all in! Ami now they're quaking in their beds for tear the root' should tall in. Poor creatures, bow they envies us, ami wishes, I've a notion, id lack, in such a storm, to be upon the ocean. Bow, wow, wow. Then as to them kept out all day on business from their houses. And, late at night, are walking to cheer their babes ami . While >i u and I upon the deck are i toi tably Ij nig-, My eyes, what tiles and chimney* i heads are lying! Bow, wow, wow. And often imen heard bow men are killed or undone By overturns in carriages, and : it risks ail lands< run, from noblemen to tail So, I. thank Providence . PRE! I Y S vLLY YOUNG Richard was born, Could tune the reed, and wind the horn ; Was ftnt to join the fair or wake, Ascend the hill, or leap the bi i Yet would he sing in h\ Id or val- ley, His burden song, bis pretty Sally. O, pretty, pretty Sally. Then Richard was the favoured swain Of all the girls that trod the plain ; V-r aught could please at wake or fair. If Richard came not, was not there. \ et would he sing; in field or val- ley, His burden song, bis pretty Sally. O, pretty, pretty Sally. Young Richard saw the cottage- maid, Beneath the hawthorn's blossomed shade, And there they fondly did aver She lived for bun,— and he for her. . to sing in field and valley, llis burden son-, his pretty Sally. O, pretty, pretty Sally. A DROP OF THE CREATURE TO SWIG. TO a-k would you come for to go How a true-hearted tar you'd discern, He"- ai bom Bt ■ fellow, Vd have you 10 kn >w A-> e'er stept between stem and stern. Let furious winds the vessel waft In his station a midships, or lore or aft, He ran pnll as Cast off, ' • Aloft, slow, I ■ \m I Y 242 I'Ol'l LAR AM) CHOICE SONGS. And hand, reef, and steer, Know eacli halliard and jeer, And of tlnty every rig-; But ids joy and delight Is on Saturday night A drop of the creature to swig. The first voyage I made to sea, One day as l hove the lead, The main top-gallant mast went by the lee, For it blew off the Devil's head. Tumble up there, bear a hand, turn to, "While I, the foremost of the crew, Soon could pull away, &c. There was Kit with a cast in his eye, And Tom with the timber toe, And shambling- Will, for he hob- bled awry, All wounded a fighting- the foe ; Three lads, though crazy grown and crank, As true as ever bumbo drank, For they'd pull away, &c. Then over life's ocean I'll jog-, Let the storm or the Spaniards come on ; So but sea-room I get and a skin- ful of grog-, I fear neither devil nor don : For I am the man that's spract and daft In my station amidships, or fore, or aft. I can pull away, &c. ALONE FROM ARTS AND SCIENCE FLOW. ALONE from arts and science flow Whate'er instructs or charms the eye, Whate'er can fill the mind with awe Beneath yon arched azure sky. With heavenly true mechanic skill Our great Almighty master wrought, And in six days did he fulfil What far surpasses human thought. Firm in the centre fixed he The sun, to guide the rolling spheres ; The moon by night a light to be, And mark us out the months anu> years. What, though no powerful lever's seen, Nor axle wheel or pulley there, Yet they have ever constantbeen, As time and truth to us declare. Just so our true masonic fame On lofty, lasting, columns stand Graced by a royal master's name, And reared beneath his ruling hand. ENGLAND'S WOODEN WALLS. WHAT should fire a Briton's heart When his land's in danger? Courage and his patriot-strength — To repel each stranger! Should the foe insult our flag, What shall cause his wonder ? England's conquering wooden- walls, And their deep mouthed thun- der! Thus shall England ever prove Great in warlike story, And her Britons ever shine In the page of glory ! Heart and hand will e'er unite, Fearless what befalls them ; Ever ready, day or night, When their country calls them! CUPID'S CONFESSION. I'M Cupid, the boy, the lovely boy, W ho cause both tears and smiles to rise ; I Beauty's eyes can light with j«y — A joy that never fades nor dies. POP! L I \( K. ■ Tin I bid era amid, mils— but no! -v> teen I ;,,.. i boy, whose dart est b< re, and icorn to And li^ht or clouf i . Till one day a shocking Without a joke Buished his g i If his fair une'l heart he couldn't VM llOW | He'd hang himself often be said. So his neck In a noose put- fell In plain English — one day he got wed. GO BREEZE THAT GO breeze that sweeps theOi 1 1 , And breathe a sigh t-» him 1 I But v hose nraj do n t tell. Go limpid ri\ «-r let him I l ears with ] - flow 1 But not from whom Ihey fell. \ - rOPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. 244 Go bird that makes the grove so gay, Still let him hear the tender lay, But say not it was mine, Sleep whisper softly in his ear, The heart that hides his image here, But do not say 'tis mine. THE WANDERING GIPSY, A WANDERING gipsy, sir, am I, From Norwood, where we oft complain, With many a tear and many a sigh, Of blust'ring winds and rushing rain ; No rooms so fine, and gay attire, Amid our humble huts appear, Nor beds of down or blazing fire, At night our shivering limbs to cheer. Alas! no friends come near our cot, The redbreasts only find the way, Who gave their all — a simple note, At peep of dawn or parting day. But fortunes here I come to tell, Then yield me, gentle sir, your hand: Amid those lines what thousands dwell, And, bless me ! what a heap of land. THE LASSIE O' MY HEART. O WHA is she that lo'es me, And has my heart a keeping 2 O sweet is she that lo'es me, As dews o' simmer weeping, In tears the rose-buds steeping, O that's the lassie o' my heart, My lassie ever dearer; O that's the queen o* woman- kind, And ne'er a aue to peer -her. If thou shalt meet a lassie, In grace and beauty charming, That e'en thy chosen lassie, Ere while thy breast sae warm- ing, Had ne'er sic powers alarming O that's the lassie, &c If thou hadst heard her talking* And thy attentions plighted, That ilka body talking, But her by thee is slighted ; And thou art all delighted. O that's the lassie, &c. If thou hast met this fair one, When frae her thou hast parted, If every other fair one, But her thou hast deserted, And thou art broken-hearted. O that's the lassie, &c. WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE. WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi an auld man ? Bad luck on the penny that tempt- ed my minnie, To sell her poor Jenny for siller an' Ian' ! Bad luck on the penny, &c. He's always compleenin frae morning to e'enin, He hosts and he hirples the weary day lang , He's doy'lt and he's dozin, his bluid it is frozen, O, dreary's the night wi' a crazy auld man ! He's doy'lt, &c. He hums and he hankers, he frets and he cankers, I never can please him, do a' that I can : He's peevish and jealous of a' the young fellows, O, dool on the day I met wi' an auld man ! He's peevish, &c. . Ut AM) I Hob 249 My an Id amity I I'll . And u •' her i wr.uk him, mi- Ami all m til 1 h liim, ,,,, , , 1 ln, >' °t! 1 , ;. ,u !r mi' a new pan I'll crOM him, &C, I" . 1 (l.ni \ made lor tb< Like tliein be kiud, miuI miut die. dieting hit You never yel lohl me one truth In ) was would this Yoo'n ■, do I IOW. TO HE GAZIN TO b- . tlio^e charms, inns, To unite my lips to tii W lu ■:. bu eetness flows ; To be lov'd by one so fail . Is to be bless'd beyond compare! On tlr recline, that band i- 1 ck'd in mine, \ ieu , still, ami still on you ; !>v one so fair, eyond compare. contra- I SAW THE VIUTL'Ol S MAN 1 SAW y a thousand I tin- passions 1 pliant slave, ailant lime and gay, His course was pleasure'i placid His life a summer's day. And I was caught in Folly's snare, And join'd her giddy train — Bui found her soon the nut IF HI IK lira ven, its blessings to aug- int*nt, ies, Hi flies all content, moment that she dies : i this earth there is no fair, i ne ; How great inusi then be my de- bt] llenny, if thou die And punishment and pain. There surely is some guiding pow'r, "W hicli rightly suffers srr Gives \ ice to bl oin its little hour, Eul virtue late ami I AWAKE! MY D -UlL AW AKI-; ! AWAKE! my dean ■< girl,awak< ! And listen to my itrainj; And, for thy faithful Eld Oil listen not in I Tlie moon with bistre shines so bright, The -i 1 246 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Oh could I, like the bards of old, Instil by music's aid, Then through my lute I would un- fold My love for thee, dear inaid. Oh from sweet slumber quickly rise, And through the lattice peep, There see thy Edwin— hear his sighs, \\ ho, like thee, cannot sleep — My love ! WITH WINE AND FLIP I DRINK AND SING. THE hardy sailor, glory's son, Secure amidst all arms, Ne'er seeks the hostile foe to shun, But braves the worst alarms. His mind is social, gay, and free; He gains his friends esteem ; All day he sings with jocund glee, And this his fav'rite theme; With wine and flip I drink and sing, The bliss of friendship prove, Protect my country, serve my king, And prize the girl I love. When grappling with the hostile foe, Undaunted still and brave, Should angry fate direct the blow, He finds a watery grave. But should he live— triumphant still, He braves the boisterous main ; Whilst riches all bis coffers fill, He tunes his fav'rite strain. With wine and flip, &c. And when each toilsome danger's o'er, And furious discords cease, He seeks again his native shore To eat the bread of peace. The happy spot he left behind, With fresh delight he views, And whilst new pleasures fill his mind. His fav'rite theme pursues. With wine and flip, &c TO HEAL A WOUND. TO heal a wound a bee had made Upon my Kitty's face ; Honey upon her cheek she laid, And bid me kiss the place. Pleas'd I obey'd, and from the wound, Imbib'd both sweet and smart, The honey on my lips I found, The sting within my heart. BEN BACKSTAY LOV'D THE GENTLE ANNA. BEN Backstay lov'd the gentle Anna, Constant as purity was she ; Her honey words, like succ'ring manna, Cheer'd him each voyage he made to sea ; One fatal morning saw them part- ing While each the other's sorrow dry'd ; They, by the tear, that then was starting, Vow'd to be constant till they died. At distance from his Anna's beauty, While howling winds the sky deform, Ben sighs, and well performs his duty, And braves for love the frightful storm ; Alas! in vain! the vessel balter'd, On a rock splitting, open'dwide. While lacerated, torn and shat- tered, Ben thought on Anna, sigh'd and died. The 'semblance of each charming feature, That Ben had worn around his neck, Where art stood substitute for nature, A tar, his friend, sav'd from the wreck ; I.Wt AM) ( llOll I. - 217 in ferrent hope, while Anna Bit w'uh'd to The portrait came, joy turn'd lo ""■g, , pale, sunk down and died. WHEN OUR MAYOR. WHEN our Mayor. Lord bless him, whose former delight, \\ as to make a da\'s wurk of being boozy at ni« lit ; U fbre'd noa e'er upon his full qaaatam to sip, Lest any tiling tall— 'twixt the cup and the lip. Beware of a tip. Lest aay thing fall, Ac. In «i vis-a-vis Bridget surprises the town, Who lately in pattens cauld trudge up and down : But 'twas prudent in her to la\ pattens aside, When she found by experience s subject to slide. Oh, fie on her guide! When she found, ftc< Your patriot, whose feelings are wondVous nice, And refuses each place — that is under his price ; Finds his delicate conscience most ready to slip, When the pensions escape 'twixt the cup and Ihe lip. Oh it gives them the slip. When the pensions, &c The youth who has charm'd all the clnbs with debate, And to shine in the Senate spends all his estate ; Soon finds from his speeches no produce will come, and the first of all speakers turns Orator Mum ! Yes 'twas all a hum. For the first of all, Ac. rU of lite, But Hi- I 1, y prospects will nip, Twai a trifle thai fell, 'twixt cup and the li|». Oh, beware of a trip ! Such Iriiles oft fall, &c PUSH ABOUT THE BUI- BOW I.. "USH about the brisk bowl, HwiK. enliven the heart, While thur> we sit down on the gra« . The lover who talks of his suffer- ing and smart Deserves to be reckoned an ass, an a^. Deserves to be reckoned an ass. The wretch who sits watching his ill-gotten pelf, And wishes lo add to the s t . AN halt -Vr ihe curmudgeon may think of himself, Deserves to be reckoned an ass,, an a-^, Ac. The beau who so smart with his well powdered hair, An angel behold* in his glaea, And thinks with grimace to sub- due all Ihe fair, Deserves to be reckoned an ass, an ass, &c. The merchant from climate to cli- !:mte will roam. Of CMMUt the w en 1th to mu And oft while he's wandering, my lady at home Claps the horns of an ox on the ass, an ass, a.c. The lawyer so grave when he puts in his plea, \\ it li forehead well fronted with bi a-s. Though he talks to no purpose, he pockets \our :< Then you, my good friend, are the a-s, the a*s, \c. 24S POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Tlie formal physician, who kaows e\ ery ill, Shall last be produced in this class; Tlie rich man awhile may confide in his skill, But Death proves the doctor an ass, an ass, &c. Then let us, companions, "be jovial and pay, 3y turns take our botlle and lass, For he who his pleasure puts off for a day Deserves to be reckoned an ass, an ass, &c. THE SIGNAL TO ENGAGE. THE signal to engage shall be, A whistle and a halloo ; Be one and all but firm, like me, And conquest soon will follow You, Gunnel, keep the helm in hand, Thus, thus boys, steady, steady, steady, Till right a-head you see the laud Then soon as we are ready, The signal, &c. Keep, boys, a good look out, d'ye hear, 'Tis for old England's honour ; Just as you've brought your lower tier Broadside to bear upon her. The signal, &c. All hands then. Lids, the ship to clear, Load all your guns and mortars; Silent as death th' attack prepare. And, when you're all at quar- ters, The signal, &c. WITH YO HEAVE HO. THE boatswain calls, the wind is fair, The anchor heaving-, Our sweethearts leaving, We to duly must repair, Where our stations well we know : iff halliards from the cleets. Stand by will, clear all the sheets, Come, my boys, Your handspikes poise, And give one general huzza ; Yet sighing- as you pull away, For the It- ars ashore that How, To the windlass let us go, \\ ith yo heave yo. The anchor coming- now apeak, Lest the ship, striving-, Be on it driving-, That -we the tapping- yards must seek, And back the foretop-sail well we know ; A pleasing duty! from aloft We faintly see those charms where oft. When returning, With passion burning-, We fondly gaze, those eyes that seem In parting, with big tears tc stream ; But come, lest ours as fast should flow, To the windlass once more go, \\ ith yo heave ho ! Now the ship is under weigh, Thfe breeze so willing. The canvass filling, The prest triangle cracks the stay, So taught to haul the sheet we know ; And now in trim we gaily sail, The massy beam receives the gale. While freed from duty, To hia beauty, Lett on the less'ning- shore atar, A fervent sigh heaves ev'ry tar, To thank those tears for him that flow, That from his true love he should go, \\ ith yo heave ho ! POPILAK AND CHOK 240 \ SIGH lit w: my BOl l. THE bard strikes his harp the wild valleys amenr, >\ here the tall aikeu tiits Ceding leafy appear, While the murmuring breese mingles tweet wi 1 li i^ Sang, Anil watts the salt notes till they On the oar ; But Mary, whase presence sic transport conveys, \\ hase beauties my moments (>"• pleasure controal, On tin- stria- s o' my heart ever wantonly plays, And ilk languishing note is a •igh frae my soul. Her breath is as sweet as the n-scented brier, Thai ami blaws in the wilil laaely ^len ; When I ee her fair shape, which nae mortal caa peer, A something o'erpow*rs mo I dinna weel ken. Her smiles are as sweet as the mild sunny rays, The blink o' her bonny black ee wha can thole ? On the strings o 1 my heart she bewitchingly plays, And ilk languishing note is a sigh frae my said. AN AMOROUS SWAIN. AN amorous swain to Juno pray'd, And thus his suit did DBOTe ; Give me, oh! give me the dear ma ill, Or take away my love. The podiless thumlerM from the skies. And granted his request ; To make him happy, made him wise, And drove her from his breast. P IDDY O'Nl w- ,1.1, ■ ho Ml dry land, Round a iparkling turf fire, with n hiskej ia hand, Ne'er think an the aie robe your stern shades in the mist's Reeting form, Or if rather ye joy in the light- cam, .\a stride on the « birlwind, and trample the storm ; 252 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. O come on your clouds o'er the wide rolling wave. To the hills of our freedom in triumph repair; For the blue-mantled mountains are trod by the brave, And the dark dwelling sons of defiance are there. Hark ! the horn's swelling tones call to danger away, And when the stern course of our pleasures is past, Though the whirlwinds of heaven wake around us their sway, "We will heed not the tempest, and sing to the blast. Hark, hark, my companions, the night-dews are o'er, From the mist-skirted moun- tains the shadows are flown, The day-star invites to the chase of the boar, And the rocks' secret echoes are waiting his groan. O, MARIAN, THE MERRY. O, MARIAN, the merry, who gave you that fairing ^ The lasses all envy, lads jea- lously view ; That true lover's knot, on your bos, «m, too, wearing, O, say, blushing Marian, who gave 'em to you ? O, the knot and the fairing were given to me When the golden-haired laddie came over the lea. O, Marian the Merry, why now sad and sighing, Your tresses, neglected, are sport tor the breeze, The villagers' pastimes why fool- ishly flying, O say, silly Marian, what symp- toms are these r O, the knot and the fairinj longer please me, For the goldeu-liaircd laddie's gone over the lea. O, Marian the Merry, again sweet ly smiling, Ajrain like the fawn tripping lightly along, What innocent hope, all your sor- rows beguiling, O, say, happy Marian, enlivcis your song ? O, the knot and the fairing again pleasure ine, For the golden-haired laddie'9 come over the lea. MY TEMPLES WITH CLUSTERS. MY temples with clusters of grapes I'll entwine, And barter all joys for a goblet of wine, In search of a Venus no longer I'll run, But stop and forget her at Bacchus' tun ; No longer I'll run, But stop and forget her at Bacchus' tun. Yet why this resolve to relinquish the fair ? 'Tis a folly with spirits like mine to despair, For what mighty charms can be found in a glass, If not fill'd to the health of some favorite lass. 'Tis woman, whose charms ev'ry rapture impart, And lend a new spring to the pulse of the heart : The miser himself, so supreme is her sway, Grows a convert to love and re- signs her his kev. At the sound of her voice, Sorrow lifts up her head, And Poverty listens well pleas'd from her shed : , While age, in an ecstacy, hobbling along, Beats time, with his crutch, to the tune of her song. l'OI'l LAR \M> CTIOH 1: ><>Nf. : I tliit i in*, board, I'll fill and think to i love— and who dare. THE MARINER. , my shattered Di !\ .• . by s lid fatality, i be tempest dark, o\ r i <*• immeasarablt Yet one star the clouds shines thro Li: t ,1 pray ; \ aalshed too — last anchor breaks away. n y mists the horizon bound, Furiously Hie w titers roar. ulfa sre yau ning round, ..long the shore, — i ci led, in wild despair, I Kith and heaven abandon nly pilot thei May thy silent helmsman be. te dark, the maddened v bed, e iveloped grai ea : • let \ led sardian hand, — Dai B, and calm the I tnd,-— haded me era! fount *if lore ! ! le in thee; i a, ir and ght! Ideninf beauty indbearen*! Pant) oh, unnttei ■ .. eiu- ■>, Ofi in> i'^^ ! in I Though my patu vara dark and drear, Holiest visions round me r Stars ol hope are smiling ih< i Smiling- down from 1' OLD FATHER ANTIC— THE LAW . OLD father Antic — the law, Will: his wig lull of wisdom and awe, He'll coax and amuse ye. Confound and confuse ye, Till fast you get fixed in his claw} Then lofty or low tie, He'll tickle your toby. Will old father Antic— the law. Old father Antic— the law, Will chatter like any jack-daw \\ bile justice \% waiting, W it li parchment and prating, Descant on each quibble and Haw quick in his notions, a In his motions, Is old father Antic — the law. Old father Antic— -the liw, If once he can catch Johnny Raw In fighting his battles. His poods and his chattels Hall swallow all into his maw, - n is his mother, And Beelzebub's brother Is old father Antic — the law MY BONNY MARY. GO fetch to me a pint n' « i: And till it in a silver t - Thai 1 may drink, bel \ sen ice t i my boney lassie. Ith, Fu» loud the wind blaws trae the ferrj j The ship rides by the Dor And [ maun lea'e my ; M u 254 POPULAR AN)) CHOICE SONGS. The trumpet sound, the hauliers fly, The -littering- spears are rank- ed ready ; The shouts o' war arc heard afar. The battle closes thick and bloody : But it's not the roar o' sea or shore. Wad male me langer wish to tarry ; Nor shouts o' war that's beard afar. It's leaving- thee, my bonny Mary. NAE LUCK ABOUT THE HOUSE. And are ye sure the news is true ? And are ye sure he's weel ? Is this a time to ta'k o' wark ? Mak haste, set by your wheel! Is this a time to ta'k o* wark, When Colin's at the door? Gie me my cloak, I'll to the quay, And see him come ashore. For there's nae luck about the house, There's nae luck ava ; There's little pleasure in the house, "When our guueman's awa. Rise up and mak a clean fireside, Put on the meikle pot ; Gie little Kate her cotton gown, And Jock his Sunday's coat : And mak their shoon as black as slaes. Their hose as while as snaw : It's a' to please my a:n gudeuan, For he's been lang- awa. For there's nae luck, &c. There aretwa her.s upon the bank, They've fed this mouib and mair ; Mak haste, and thraw their necks about, That Colin weel may fare : And spread the table neat and clean, Gar ilka thing look braw; Its a' for love o' my gudeman For he's been lang awa. For theie's nae Luck, Ac. O gie me down my bigonets, Sly bishop-satin gown ; For I maun tell the Bailie's wife, That Col in's come to town : My Sunday's shoon they maun gae on, My hose o' pearl blue, It's a' to please my am gudeinan. For he's baith leal and true. For there's nae luck, &c. Sae true's his word, sae smooth's his speech, His breath's like caller air, His very foot has music in't, When he comes up the stair. Au,d will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy wi* the thought : In troth. I'm like to greet. For there's nae luck, &c. The cauld blasts o' the winter wind. That thirl'd thro* my bearr, They're a' blawn by, I hae him safe, Till death we'll never part ; But what pits parting in my head? It may be far awa ; The present moment is our ain, The neist we never saw. For there's nae luck, &c. Since Colin's weel, Tin weel con. tent, I hae nae mair to crave ; Could I but live to mak him blest, I'm blest aboon the lave : And will I see his face again ? And wili I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought ; In troth, I'm like to greet. For there's nae luck, &c POP! L fcH AM) i HOK 2U :mn«. PR ^ BR I NISI LOW N. sg prayer to heaven is p >'mt the \ ( B is'iug down, . our natal dl !ih-s you widely spread, L kc heaven reflect**! here, blessing! ow your bead, I , ied year. norning byran to heaven is And I iv, ,1 a special blessing down, ur nuptial day. Ill your years be \\ itli undivided I be found tch in joy as this. BY DIMPLED BROOK. BY dimpled brook and fountain brim, Tl»e wood-nymphs, deck'd with rim, j wakes and pastimes ight to d<> with sl< ta to prove, i dow wakes, and wakens L i ! ites begin, it that mak< TH! \ll. >\ HAT Dial here Mild, hted while on British ground, ir us, eeted • and ■mattes, no ; mind me, i did it Kind fortune imile ■ bit, And take ber Tan in tow. For my i>art, dear Tom, what betide, I know there*i one that will pro« vide I r yui, and I, ami Joe; So brave, my hearts, the tempest now, Kind fortune yet, I think ns how, \\ ill take her Tars in tou . Of this be sure, though now cast down, The mermaid can't for ever frown, Why then, she'll kinder grow ; And, shiver me to splinter.", male, But fortune yet may change our stale. Ami take us Tars in tow. But should she frown, and, brim- stone like, Her saacy colours never strike, Why, then we'll let her kaow, There's room enough for you and in**, To spend our lives in Joy at sea, And the to hell may go. MASTER FROST AND MISS SNOW. SINXE marriage is deemed a groat pleasure, And the happiest station in life. Then who but would have such a treasure, A companion, a friend, and a m ife ? Both dukes, lords, and com O! ' immons, And to ilyim u\ blest altar they os we find, Tii it t • wed are inclined, It and the charming M i m 8 256 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. In winter they travel, Fin told. And companions together they , g-o, li-t the lady thought Frost was too bold, For he wanted 10 roll in the Snow. His heart melted, ihey say, Like an icicle away, To find his intentions so crost: Like an ague, then, he shook, And he gave the maid a look ; Miss Snow did the same to Master Frost. A rival there was to this match, Who wanted to find out a flaw ; To her virtue some blame he at- tached, And this enemy Avas called Mas- ter Thaw. They grew warm at his name, And eacli thought the same, If he conquered they surely were lost; But they soon made him rue, And without more ado, Miss Snow became a part of Mr. Frost. This couple did some months in the year Very constant to each other prove ; When, la ! wicked Thaw did ap- pear, Who seduced Mrs. Frost from her love. They then crossed the sea, Frost followed, they say, And 'tv.is thought all the party were lost ; But his wife he did recover, And on Christmas-day came over From the north, Mr. and Mrs. Frost. 'TIS WINE, 'TIS WINE, CAN GRIEF DEFY. CHARGE your glasses, fill them high, Tis wine, 'tis wine, can grief] Those fair lips be mould defy, I Ere the sun of the inornin: And drown the greybeard Care 'Tis sparkling wine, like crystal bright, That puts the gloomy elves tc flight. And kills the fiend Despair. Then charge your glasses, fill them high, For wine, for wine, can grief defy. Charge your glasses, fill them high, 'Tis wine, 'tis wine, like beauty's e ye, That makes the night divine; And ere the bird of eve takes wing, We'll bring 1 the beams, the sun- beams in, With women, wit, and wine. Then charge your glasses, fill them high, 'Tis wine, 'tis wine, can grief defy. THOUGH THY EYE, LOVE, BE BlUGHT. THOUGH thy eye, love, be bright As the meteor that glanceth; Though thy heart, love, be light As the sun-beam that danceth; That eye may be gloomed, Ere one moment, with sorrow- That gay heart entombed Ere the lapse of to-morrow. Though thy breast, love, be fair As the white snow, wind-driven ; Though thy breath, love, be air, Sighed from flow'rets in heaven ; Ere the morn, the grave-clay That cold breast may be cloth- ing-, And e'en Love turn .away From thy sweet lip with loath- ing. Though thy voice, love, be sweet As the white swan when dying, Though thy feet, love, be fleet As the antelope flying; That tongue may be cold Ere one instant of warning, I'OlM LAH AM) ( ll«»ii E BONGS. 257 il iw 111 bleu h for; ill! I THE LOl I . itli wine ; And tl. entwine; Cm- mind otnbinM, of Bering 1 lltg |KTt illl.' .> illl J-'V. M m ith the i haunts then, O tire, my head, ;t 1 tread maiden whose charms c.i dniffwt All h Ami, while (be < \ • • i I . t to reef the tail be n fa ■torma so rending, doom Mil, The ocean is the teaman*! h THE CHOICE. SINCE tore is the plan. I'll love it I can ; But first let ine tell you what M>rt of a man ; In address bow complete, Ami in drest spruce and neat Kut no matter his height, so it's over five feet ; In chat brisk and witty, lli> eye* 1*11 think pretty. rk ling* with pleasure when. ei er we n In chat brisk, &c Tho* pentle he His man he shall Yet never be conquerM by any but me. Fn a Bong bear a bob, In a glam n hob nob, Yet drink <>t'his reason, his noddle ne'er rob ; This is my fancy. If inch a man 1 ran Bee, Pm lie's •' he's mine until then 1 am 1 Ins is my fancy. k MAN'S HOME. ^ I i land are the blast, i the roof: amen fai e ; t in to M I I \ BUMMER, thy presi And now, lasi.M ,,\ r the rei warmth to the rale; r en- livens i '■k ; . while the billows o'er him gladdens the gale: is ! hut I hoar not the 1 2.->S POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS The lilies appear in their fairest array ; To (he vallies the woodbines a fragrance impart ; The roses the pride of their blushes display ; Alas ! but I meet not the nymph of my heart. Go, shepherds, and bring the sweet wanderer here, The boast of her sex, and delight of the swains ; Go, zephyr, and whisper this truth in her ear. That the pleasures with Julia are fled from the plains. If thus to the maid thou my wishes declare, To the cot she has left she will quickly return ; Too soft is her bosom to give us despair, That sooner would sigh than an- other's should mourn. WATER CRESSES. JACK came home, his pockets lin'd, In search of Poll, his only plea- sure ; To Pickle Stairs his course in- clined, In her fair lap to pour his trea- sure. But scarce arriv'd at fam'd Rag- Fair, Where the keen Jew the clod- pole fleeces ; His whistle turn'd into a stare, At ' come who'll buy my water cresses.' He starts and trembles at the lound, Which now is heard, and now obstructed, And now his hopes are all a- ground, And now 'tis to his ear con- ducted ; * Zounds,' cried out Jack, * I know that phiz, But then such togs ! they are all to pieces : Why it cannot be— damme, it is; 'Tin Poll a bawling water cresses.' And now she's in his arms, while he Bids her relate fortune's re- verses ; The world finds faithless as the sea, And loads false friends in troops with curses. 4 They took,' cried she, ' my very bed, The sticks they seiz'd and sold in pieces, So to gel an honest bit of bread, I cries who'll buy my water cresses.' * Still art thou rich, my girl,' cried Jack, ' And still shall taste each earthly pleasure, Thou'rt true, though rags are on thy back, And honour, Poll, is a noble treasure. In this gay tog-shop, rigg'd so neat, Ill-fortune from this moment ceases,' This said, he scatter'd in the street, Baskets, and rags, and water cresses. DONALD OF DUNDEE. YOUNG Donald is the blythest lad, That e'er made love to me ; Whene'er he's by, my heart is glad, He seems so gay and free ; Then on his pipehe plays so sweet. And in his plaid he looks so neat, [t chears my heart, at eve to meet Young Donald of Dundee. ! i LAR AM) Clloh 250 j - Hows me, And i ill «<> be in] i ii ! it eamia be ; in it her freU both soon and I wed tiiis youth I hate, ne need hope to gain Late, Bui Donald of Dumb When last ire rang'd the banks of I ^ \\ to me, And bade me name the bridal-day, i i happy would be be ; I ken the youth will ay prove kind ; mair my mither will I mind, I John to me shall quickly bind Young Donald of Dundee. ELIJ I PROM thee, l.h/a, i mu Ami from mj naiii «• ib The cruel fates bei a eeii ui | I But boundless oceans, roa i ide, Hot m een my loi e ami They m\ er, i»ev< r i an divide My heart and soul from thu Farewell, farewell, Eliza dear, The maid that 1 adore ! A boding Voice is in my car, \\ e part to meet no more ! But the last throb that leaves my heart, \\ hile death stands victor by, That throb, Eliza, is thy part, And thine that latest sigh. AH! CHL01US. AH! Chloris, could I now but sit As unconcern'd, as when Tour mfant beauty could beget No happiness nor pain. When I this dawning did admire, And prais'd the coming day, I little thought that rising 1 Would take my rest away. Your charms in harmless child- hood lay As metals in a mine ; takes more away, Thau youth conceald in thine; But 11% your charms insensibly To their perfection uress'd, e. as unperceiv'd, did fly, And centered in my breast. My passion with your beauty grew, \\ hile Cupid, at my h< i-. his mot lur favour'd you, i a new flaming dart ; ed in their wanton part; I • i . l.e Employ d the utmost of his art ; To make a beauty, she. THE BIKKS OF INVERMAY. THE smiling morn, the breathing spi h Invite the tuneful birds to sing, And while they warble from each spray, Love melts the universal lay. Let us, Amanda, timely wise, Like them improve the hour tha Hies. And in soft raptures waste the day Amang the birka of Invermay. The lavYocks now, and lintwhites sing ; The rocks around with echoes ring; % The mavis, and the blackbird's lay In tuneful strains do » lad the day ; The woods now wear their sum- mer suits ; To mirth all nature now invites; Let us be blythesome then, and g«y, Amaag the birks of Invermay. Behold the lulls and vales around, \\ ith lowing herds and flocks a- bound ; The wanton kids, and friskim; lambs, Gambol and dance about their dams ; 200 POPULAR AND CHORE SONGS. The busy bees, with humming' noi-e. And all the reptile kind rejoice: Let us, like them, then sing and play About the birks of lnvermay. Hark, how the water*, as they fall, Loudly my love to g- fad n ess call ; The wanton waves snort in the beams, And fishes play throughout the streams ; The circling sun does now ad- vance. And all the planets round him dance : Let us as jovial be as they, Ainang the bii ks of lnvermay. But soon the winter of the year, And ace, life's winter, will ap- pear : At this thy lovely bloom will fade, As that will strip the verdant shade : Our taste of pleasure then is o'er, The fealher'd songsters are no more ; And when they droop, and we de- cay, Adieu the birks of lnvermay. THE YELLOW-HAIR'D LADDIE. IN" April when primroses paint the sweet plain, And summer approaching rejoi- celh the swain. The yellow-hair'd laddie would oftentimes go, To wilds and deep glens where the hawthorn trees grow. There, under the shade of an old sacred thorn, With freedom, he sung his loves, ov'ning and morn ; He sung with so soft and enchant- a sound. Thar Sylvan* and Fairies, unseen, riancM around. The shepherd thus sung . Tho young Maddie he lair, Her beauty is dash'd with a scorn- ful proud air : But Susie was handsome, and sweetly could sing ; Her breath like the breezes per- fum'd in the spring. Thai Maddie, in all the gay bloom of her youth, Like the moon, was inconstant, and never sp<>ke truth; But Susie was faithful, good-hu- mour'd, and free, And fair as the goddess that sprung from the sea. That mamma's fine daughter, with all her great dow'r, Was awkwardly airy, and fre quently sour ; Then sighing, he wish'd, would but parents agree. The witty, sweet Susie, his mis- tress might be. THE WATERY GRAVE. WOULD you hear a sad story of woe, That tears from a stone might provoke — 'Tis concerning a tar you must know, As honest as e'er biscuit broke. His name was Ben Block— of all men, The most true, the most kind, the most brave ; But harsh treated by fortune— for Ben, In Ins prime, found a watery grave. His place no one ever knew more, 1 His heart was all kindness and lore; Though on duty an eagle he'd S"ar, I His nature had most of the dove; P0P1 LAR AM) CHOK If maiden uam'd - Hit father, to Interest a sla PWag'd him deep iu a watery grai .11 slanderous tottj i ieud his mild nature And tweet Kate, of il»e vilest ol i Ben's pleasure, ac- CUl d : That kbe never had truly been kind : Tiiat false were the tokena she rn\l bim, and wiah'd lie might find In t . watery grave. arc, from this cankerous elf, The oinpliah'd iis end; Ben, all truth and honor himself, - ipected no fraud in his friend. Oa the yard, while suspended in air, A loose to his sorrows he \ Take thy wish/ he cried, ' false cruel fair,' And plung'd in a watery grave. THE WASP. sleep .1" tit.- fair, A wasp l. win And larking aroand her, now and now* l :. Iin t ressM on her DOSOm its '• She woke — and in pain caught the venomed-tongne foe, Yet Fanny the reptii Na\ ; bade it " to others, for 1 sake show, " More mercy than thou hast to me." THE FORECASTLE SAILOR. THE wind blew a blast from the northward, \\ hen u e steered from the Capo of Good Hope, The sky looked quite pitchy and way a ard, And the sea o'er our weather- bow broke, The boatswain, pip'd all hands tc bale her, And I came down the back-stay so glib; Pot l am a forecastle sailor Yon may see by tbe cut of my jib. Start my timbers, cried Ned Junk o\' Dover, Plump to me as I landed on deck, "W i t li us it will soon be all over, For the guardian must f-uick gC to wreck ; TWAS summer, and Sol in his . ail bright, \\ hen Fanny repaired to the So lovely, so fair, like an angel of Well, well, we sha'u't live to be- k'd in the noon-burning hoar. wnil in Cried I, and I patted his rib; Come — work like a forecastle sailor, If 1 don't, the gale shiver my jib The harbour with woodbine was latticed about. And greeu was her pillow of We were running at nine knots at '< hour, that had life set mM When 'boat two leagaei to lee within or without, ward we Spied, i ruffle her pea. An island of ice like a tower, brL , Ami on it our ship quickly hied, 232 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. But now 'twas no use for to bale her, The water gained on- her SO glib; So each like a true-hearted sailor, Waited for to shiver his jib. Some took to the boat, do you mind ine, AY h ile some on the vessel's deck stood, Cried 1, may old Davy Jones take me, If I sail from my captain sogood. Now Providence helped us to bail her, And we managed to patch up her rib ; Safe arrived is each true hearted sailor, To rig - up his weather-beat jib, AND WASN'T SHE A TIDY ONE. I MARRIED a wife, and who cares, said I ; A pattern she was of good breed- ing •, O ; The pink of feeling and delicacy. And slie learned it from novel reading, O ; A rose once bloomed on her love- ly cheek. And so stick to her book did this pride o' one, She wash'd her face but once a week, And wasn't she a tidy one? A tidy one ! And wasn't she a tidy one ? While dressing the dinner one day, she'd got A novel she was concluding, O, Quite absent, "with soap-suds she filled the pot, And in it boiled the pudding, O ; My shaving-brush mislaid had I, When a novel all day she'd cried o'er one, And I found the brush in the beef- steak-pye, O, wasn't she a tidy one ? A tidy one, &c. My tea she sweetened once wiih salt, Put cayenne in a custard, O; Mistaking ever meal for malt, She brimstone mixed for mus- tard, (); I asked her a cravat to wash for me, "\\ hen a novel I had denied her one, So she clear-starched the cravat in camomile-tea, And wasn't she a tidy one ? A tidy one, &c. O'er *« the Victim of Feeling" she. snivelling, sat, V\ bile the child in the fire Chanced falling, O ; And she, feelingly, bawled out, " O, curse the brat ! The devil can't read for his squalling, O." Moral. Ye fair, there's for all things time and place, And a good novel may be the pride o' one ; But don't set down to read till you've washed your face, Or lud help him that gets such a tidy one! Such a tidy one, &c. A CHIP AM I OF THE OLD BLOCK. LORD! I am as jolly a fellow As e'er handled chisel or saw ; St. Monday's the night to get mel- low, And never I'll break a good law. Old dad used to smoke, joke, and booze it, The bumpers about he would knock ; It's my turn, and zounds I'll not lose it, A chip am I of the old block. Chip-a-chow, cherry chow, Ac, i. \ll AND ( KOU .-lit idle fully, and planed it rhino ran Inner; handling of Other folks' Ink, caper, \\ here btlll b rer I drink. I hi,. -a chip, cherry chow, \c. Be folks keep Would fix us 1<> maxims and ltd But. I rith all their great .in M ork without I, or Botany Bay here, V i i> inent I seek, long as we here, Should come every day ia the « eek. a-chip, cherry chow, &c. MY PEACE OK MIND'S ui im;d. MY pence of mind's ruined, M ) re, t him now, I shall oe'er meet bim more. When be is not present, I uud ntnd's ruined, &c. M v | grieve it long-, Or shelter me from harm; And now distressed without cm ploy, An orphan see the farmer's boy f O, I can drive the team at plough. From corn the birds can keep; To help at harvesting know how, And how to 'tend the sheep: In charity, then, give employ, And save from want, the farmer's boy. THE DESPAIRING GOATHERD THE fleeting joys of love But one short moment last ; Its pains do constant prove, J ill lit. *s last moment's past. 201 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. For Sylvia, cruel fair! The pride of all the vale, I've left my goats and kids, To stray o'er hill and dale : But. she, ungrateful maid ! Heeds not. my tender sighs ; My proffer'd love she scorns, And to another flies. The fleeting- joys, &t The maiden oft' would vow Her flame should ardent burn, While this pure stream should flow, My fondness she'd return; My passion's still the same, The water still does How; The tickle maid is ehang'd, Regardless of her vow. The fleeting- joys, &c. JOHN APPLEBY. JOHN Appleby was a man's name, and he lived near the sign of the Kettle, His wife was called Joan Quiet, because she could scold but a little; John to the alehouse would go, Joan to'the tavern would run, John would get drunk with the women, and Joan would get drunk with the men. Sing tol de rol lol, &c. John would spend his own two- pence, and Joan would spend her groat; Joan would pawn her best jacket, and John would pawn his best coat; John set the porridge-pot by, Joan sent the brass kettle to sell, The money came readily in, and they merrily spent it in ale. Sing tol de rol lol, &c. Thou art a base hussey, says John, for selling my pewter and brass; And thou art a cuckold, says Joan, for thy ears are as long as an ass. I'll bang thy back, hussey, saya John, if you give me another cross word, And for thy fury and vapours, I tell thee, I care not a Sing tol de rol lol, &c. John was no great eater, and Joan she was no glutton, And for to tickle their maws they bought them a shoulder of mutton. John, in an angry mood, took the mutton in his hand, And out of the window he threw it, but Joan she was at a stand. Sing tol de rol lol, &c. Joan she was at a stand, but of it she made no matter, Immediately took in her hand, and . after it threw the platter ; An old woman coming by, and see- ing the mutton lay, Caught up the platter and mutto^ and with them she ran away. Sing tol de rol lol, &c. The neighbours came running in, and thinking to end the quar- rel, But, before they had half done, they left ne'er a drop in the barrel ; They banged the barrel about, pulled out the spiggot, too ; We'll all get drunk to-night, for what have we else to do ? Sing tol de rol lol, &c. COME, MAIDS, A1ILK BELOW I LOVE a lass from Clwyd's sweet stream, More charming than the morn- ing, When gently waking from her dream, And ev'ry flower adorning. Her charms my senses quite en- thral ; Her eyes are like the sloe; And dear to me her winning call, Of— come, maids, milk below! I'OITXAII AM) ( lien 205 y boy, Ifl 1 1 1. IS he. then Pll listen, with ,whet ie, maids, milk below. Ami we ■ ill wed on Taffy*! day, u e'll live in peace and cl And to our nati\e homo we'll \\ ben youth's wan Anil there we'll on n ■ little n- « bere the Clwyd dnita flow. Hut never be the char < . maids, milk below ! PUSH ABOUT THE PITCHER. THE ftilver moon, that sb] bright, I s wear, willi reason, i- tear her, Ami, if my minote-rlasfl rims right, N\ «• \ *■ time to drink an pitcher. t day, 'tis m>t yet day, Then why theald .1 liquor, Until tho ■onbeatni round us play, und push about the pitcher. tat I must work all day. And sleep at night, to grow much rich - all the world CD d to mirth, my friend, and pitch \, Ac. Itt a hand- ■emC ''i i witch rn lead a eheerfnl life. man, inmy Who i And pit. : r, Ac. THE R08E OF THE \ ail THE rose of the valley in spring- time The i iiiey it withered aw in ; The swains all admired it, iu praises repeat, An emblem of virtue, so simple ..lid s Hut the blight marred thebtoi and so.-n, \i t ll-a-dr.y, The i rUley it withered away. the valley a truth can impart, By the rose of the valley I picture my heari ; an of content cheered the morn ot' its birth, By innocence rendered a hi on earth ; But Virtue and Peace left the spot well-a-da And tb the valley it wi- thered a wa\ . THE COTTAGE or Joy. THOUGH grandeur and wealth are my lot, And Fortune on me deign* to •mile, ide is the maid of the i V. «e heart i puih ; -nre as tl her chums e'er de- POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS Her station's inferior to mine, Vet lit t virtue I'll never betray, But lead her to that happy shrine To which Cupid dictates the way. United, all pomp I'll deride, And with her my sweet hours employ, Then naught shall I covet beside, Elest with her and the cottage of Joy. SHOOTING SONG THE season's in for partridges, Let's take our guns and dogs; It sha'n't be said that we're a- fnaid, Of quagmires, or of bog3, When a shooting Ave do go, do go, do gO, When a shooting we do go. "Now Flora she does beat the scent, And after follows Phillis ; Thro' hedge and brake the way let's take, For all our aim to kill is. And should success attend us. What pleasure it will prove ! Let's charge, and prime, and lose no time, While thro' the fields we rove. It is not for ourselves we shoot, 'Tis to oblige our neighbours ; And, when they eat, they may debate, On the produce of our labours. Of shooting, then, let us partake, What pastime is so pleasant? The partridge gone, we'll charge each gun, And so proceed to pheasant. And when those seasons they are o'er, Perchance, if we've good luck : We'll take the chace, and never cease, Till we have shot a buck, How sumptuously we then shall feast, On ven'son steep'd in wine ! On dainties rare, how we shall fare, Like Alexanders dine ! In friendship and in harmony, Let's join in social bands ; And try who most his friends cao toast, And so unite our hands. And a shooting, &c. BY SILVER STREAMS. BY silver streams and tuneful grove, Oh, give my peaceful steps +orove; To haunt the brink of tinkling rills, The flow'ry vales, or sloping hills. Far, far, from all I fear or lute, From splendid life's delusive state, Splendour canker'd with distress, Grandeur mix'd with littleness. WHAT ARGUFIES PRIDE. WHAT argufies pride and ambi- tion, Soon or late death will take us in tow ; Each bullet has got its commission, And when our time's come we must go ; Then drink and sing— hang pain and sorrow, The halter was made for the neck ; He that's now alive and lusty — to-morrow Perhaps may be stretchM on the deck. There was little Tom Linstock Dover Got kill'd, and left Polly in pain, Poll cry'd ; but her grief was soon over, And then she got married again. Then drnk, &c. Ton i • Jnk Junk tt.t* ill-u- -> tufT, i hi old D e he pot liquor en I ir prise-mosey the* ti> the j »y while ': e to smoke in tier ; The world i-> pood, and Ami we're all | i to- gether. A bottle it li \\ uli a good iii wini* in it ; >d, when a bod] Ami U> ftaish, « i mi it. A tall Ami .Ming round w ben 2(>S POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. A friend is good, when you're out of good luck, For that's a good time to try him ; For a justice good, the haunch of a buck, "Willi sucli a good present you buy hiin. A fine old woman is g-ood wheu she's dead, A rogue's very good, for good hanging, ' A fool is good, by the nose to be led, And my good song deserves a good banging. A glass is good, &c. A LADY IN FAIR SEVILLE CITY. A LADY in fair Seville city, \\ ho once fell in love very deep, On her Spanish guitar play'd a ditty, That lullM her old guardian to sleep. With a hoo, tira, lira, &c. Her guardian, not given to dozing. Was thought the most watchful of men, But each verse had so sleepy a closing, That he nodded, but soon woke again. With a hoo, tira, lira, &c. She touch'd the guitar somewhat slower, Again he look'd drowsy and wise, And then she play'd softer and lower — 'Till gently she seal'd up his eyes. With a hoo, tira, lira, &c. WHEN LARKS FORSAKE THE FLOWERY PLAIN. WHEN larks foresake the flow'ry plain, And Love's *weet numbers swell. My voice shall join their meriting strain, In praise of Florizel. Where woodbines twist their frag rant shade, And noontide beams repel, I'll rest ine on the tutted mead, And sing of Florizel. Were mine ye great, your envy* lot, In gilded courts to dwell, I'd leave them for a lonely cot, With Love and Florizel. Where woodbines twist their frag- rant shade, And noontide beams repel, PI I rest me on the tufted mead, And sing of Florizel. FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE ARE DIVINE. LET fame sound the trumpet, and cry ' to the war,' Let glory re-echo the strain ; The full tide of honor may flow from the scar, And heroes may smile on their pain. The treasures of autumn let Bac- chus display, And stagger aboutwi thins bowl ; On science, let Sol beam the lustre of day, And wisdom give light to the soul. Let India unfold her rich gems to the view, Each virtue, eac> joy to im- prove ; Oh give me the friend that I know to he true, And the fair that I tenderly love ! What's glory but pride ? A vain bubble is fame, And riot the pleasure of wine ; What riches, but trouble ? and title's a name, But friendship and love are d« Vine ' LAR \M» ( HOK -that on i - mor- He ill uM meet nil weld n>e THE DEATH OF MARY. Lni I i d across ero'd the night, tl the W lit : w ith tarried step 1 1» *- beach she , ber gru ; Id ; ititude bail i>ierc*d lae heart, i hi. Ml; I \\ itli IU< Till the Ami Fame thai!, a bed I \l i > 1 1 , i ih.it I am all tk j Spirit of iny tainted *\ W it li III Tbj inspiration nosi I feel, quest rendu GOOD DEE ft ILL low ED. A l;t ! fard, \\ Ith c lil ami hnn| d> i Among the r.>cks and meant* ini arents, bouse, and i Who henrd him weep, sad him H.inilcr, No 1 red him to - tor— Good deeds are never ill hear ■ :d, dried his tears, and In. bU sorrow. And said iuch tender I kind, i could not tell them bj in. i 270 POPULAIt AND CHOICE SONGS. This little boy became a man, And cruel wars again were raging; The stranger to the battle went, And fell where sword and lire were raging ; The Savoyard before him strode, And, by his bold and brave be haviour, With noble valour, saved his sa- viour, — Good deeds are never ill bestowed. LIKE MASONS OUR. WORK WE'LL PURSUE. KING Solomon, that wise pro- jector, In masonry took great delight ; And Hiram, that great architector, Whose actions will ever shine brig-lit; From the heart or a true honest mason, There's none can the secret re- move. Our maxims are justice, morality, Friendship, and brotherly iove. We meet, like true frieuds, on the level, And lovingly part on the square; Alike we respect king and beggar, Provided they're just and sin- cere. We scorn an ungenerous action : None can with Freemasons com- pare; We love and we live within com- pass. By rules that are honest and fair. We exclude all talkative fellows, That will babble and prate past their wit; They ne'er shall come into our secret. For they're neither worthy nor fit. But the person that's well recom- mended, And we lmd him honest and true, When our Lodge is Avell tyled we'll prepare him, And like masons our work we'll pursue. There's some foolish people reject up, For which they are highly to blame ; They cannot show any objection Or reason for doing the same. The art's a divine inspiration, As all honest men must declare, So here's to all true hearted bro- thers, That live within compass and square. SNI/G MOORINGS FOLLOW STORMS. WHEN storms are sunk to rest, And thunder rolls no more, The seaman's heart, how blest, Who seeks his native shore. That shore, where many a fair, His cheering spirit warms, All crowd his joys to share,— Snug moorings follow storms. Then rage, ye blustering winds, Ye foaming billows, roar, The tar a welcome finds Upon his native shore ; Though tempest tost at sea, On shore affection warms, All sailors' creeds agree. Snug moorings follow storms. OH, SNATCHED AWAY IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM. OH, snatched away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb, But on thy turf shall roses renr Their leaves the earliest in the year, And the wild cypress wave in tew der gloom. I Dl ONG 17 1 A n.1 Ami i. « .1 deep thought with manj And lingering pause, ami lightly ep dis- till bed the dead. Away: we know lhat lean Nam. I ii Death nor bee<|a nor heart - Will this unteach us to complain, Or make oae moarner weep Ibe And thm-wlii) U ll'st me to fbr- Tiiy waa— thine I HAD A HORSE. I HAD a horse, and I had nae mair, , it frae my daddie ; My purse Mas light, and iny heart i a* mir, But in y wil 't was IV ready. So l bethought nie on a time, OutwittCM o' my daddie, a Lawland laird. \\ ha had a bonny lady. I wrote a letter, and thai be M Hadain, be not offended; I'm owre the lugs in love wi* you. And I cm I I ye kond it : < t little frae the laird, And far lesi ii .to my daddy, Yet I wad blythel> he the man, \\ ail b!ii my lady."' fehe read m\ letter, and she lough ; »* Ye needna been iae blate, ITe n. arse!, Am! tauld r itate, man; Ve n me yoanel, Out* itten >>* onj bod] , .>' the laird, And kiss'd his bonny I., >t tiller la i >r»e, Hut 1 ii< ■ W ben I was wV his i . Then slw pal me behinl a chair, Ami hap'd me wi* .» |il \\ here I l.iy like 1 And wish'd me wi' my daddie* The laird gade <>ut, lu* mw na me, i itaid till l was ready ; I )>i (iinis'd, but 1 tw bai k To see his bonny lady. AULD ROB MORRIS. THERE'S auld Rub Munis that woni in yon ^Ifn, He*i the king- ofgude fellows, ami wale "f auld men ; lie ban gowd in his coliers, he ha, p, ho has kine, And ae bunny lassie, his darling and mine. as the morning-, the fairest in Ma\ ; ling amang the new ha\ ; As bl>the and as artless as the lambs on the lea, And dear to my heart as the light to iny ee. But oh, she's an heiress, and Ro- bin's a Inird, And my daddy bai nought but a cot-house .Hid yard : A wooer like me maunna hope lo come lueed ; The wounds I maun hide, which will soon be my dead. The da me, but dt . bring! mo nam* ; The night c-im s tu me, but iny I wander mj la te ii le a night- truublrd fih. list, And I si^n as my heart it uad burst in my bi tail t 272 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. had slie but been of a lower degree, 1 then might hae hop'd she wad smil'd upon ine ! O, how past describing 1 had then been my bliss, As now my distraction no words can express ! WE MEET NO MORE, OH ! THINK ON ME. WE meet no more, Oh ! think on me, Th<>' lost to sense for ever, Yet faithful meiiny's record dear Whispers we shall not sever. No, by the lip of richest sweets, Oh! never press'd by me, No, by that soft eye's humid fires, I must remember thee. Each passing object's casual light, Shall oft revive its power, Even yon pale beams shall wake the thought, They lit our parting hour. And then I think I see that form, In ardent beauty glowing-, And at the thought a tear shall wake, As fond as now 'tis flowing. But to his lovM home with the laurels returning, Which he gain'd in the battlo 'gainst Britain's proud foe, He heard the false tale, that his long absence mourning, In death's cold embrace his fail Ellen laid low ! Urg'd on by despair, to the wild foaming ocean He rush'd, and found rest 'neath its billowy wave ; Now oft' strays his Ellen, with painful emotion, "W here the willow waves mourn- ful above his lone grave. DERMOT O'CONNOR. O'ER yon tomb in the valley why waves the green willow ? What maiden weeps there by the moon's paly beam ? 'Tis young Derinot O'Connor's — the cold earth his pillow, He sleeps by the side of the murmuring stream ; Six long twelvemonths are over, since eager for honor, In Britain's proud navy, he rush' d to the war, And high amongst heroes, stood Derinot O'Connor, Who fought and who conquer'd at fa m 'd Trafalgar. HOW BRIGHT ARE THE JOYS OF THE TABLE. HOW bright are the joys of the table ; I mean when the clolh is re- moved : Our hearts are fast held by a cable. While round the decanter is shoved. The ladies all rise to retire, We stand up and look very grave, A bumper, then draw round the fire, Determined like souls to be- have. My servant he knows I'm a toper, Clean glasses, of wine a recruit, He brings in a six-gallon-cooper And places it close at my foot; I gingerly take up a bottle, The saw-dust I puff from his coat. The cork out it sings in the throt- tle, But sweeter than Mara his note. What gentleman coffee now choost-s, The compliment comes from the fair, No gentleman coffee refuses. But not a man stirs from his chair , opi ! vi: AM) 1 HOU 273 iuehnK-ii in i it, .ink : Whili pay fur bis ihall teach u-, lo drink. (..»\ H In Apollo, v itrug{ ler "tu i\t elm et and lih.-iius Insists in- Khali swal- bumpen before bo can sit ; V« I'.ci \ ■ ,i> s I ill should Hi' lit .it part ere the bottle is won, At rapper Apollo will meet | .And show you what BaCChU* has PONY Kit OF LOVE. MELODIOUS Orpheus onro, 'tis slid, . vcotly tun'd hi* | Brutt > sad tnees, the sound obey'd. And graceful dane'd along. But when bright Julia tunes her What human heart can rest? Each bound* with joy and loud desire To languish on her breast. Yet If aspiring nngeli fell, ■ Where ihall presumptuous moit (1 dwell A\ ii . ■ isb a happier state ? iish heart ! 'lis all in ii tliou canst not - Badai urp, but pU . pain, In bilence still adore. wild fcllO bleoinlaf thorn, AN bile > el on its bl dew drop is fa She on sum 11 I And down by | cbeerfullj - But now the poor maniac sits by the n ill w. All the Ion- night by the livu- lot*!» sub- ; And her Henry, lb s low in the billow, For bravely he fought, and in battle he died. Poor Mary, the waiulers with un- \ er*d feet, And gathers a garland to hang iefa ipra] ; And sings a sad ditty, more plain- I Than the \\ ood-larks wild note at the close of the d THE IRAN riC MAID. TO Mary*i sad tar. Ami pit > | which you A DUMPER OF ENGLISH GOOD a; DAK mind me? 1 once w sailor, Ami in different countries I've been : If l lie, may I po But a thousand i have . I've boon crammed with things like a wallet, Ami Pre prvssled more drink than a whale ; But tin- very host staff to my pa- la ti- ls i a gli al«-. Your .loot i t of their lotions, And ladiei may talk of theii tions, A |L d slingo for mo 274 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. The doctor may sneer If he pleases, But my recipe never will fail. For the physic that cures all dis- eases Is a bumper of English good ale. When my trade \vas upon the salt ocean, A\ uy, there I had plenty of grog: And I liked it, because I'd a no- tion It sets one's good spirits agog: But since upon land I've been steering*, Experience has altered my tale, For nothing on earth is so cheer- ing, As a bumper of English good ale. ONE OUT OF TEN. THE men, my dear mam, tho' they often are teasing, And one swears ne'er to look on them more, Have something about them, oh lud! mam, so pleasing, That they quickly good-humour restore ; Yet my old maiden aunt, full of caution and warning, Wou'd tell me again and again, That the good from the bad there was scarcely discerning. No, indeed now — not one out of ten. I must own that I thought now, her story amazing, For I think them all good that I see ; And if at my beauty they like to be gazing, Why surely no harm there can be : Thus tho' old maids, and such like, true love may be scorning, And float it again and again — I'll wed when I'm ask'd, tho' it were in the morning, And the good are but one out of ten. HONEST BOB OF THE MILL. MY heart is as honest and brave as the best, My body's as sound as a roach, Tho' in gay fangl'd garments I never was drest, Nor stuck up my nob in a coach ; If Fortune refuses to flow with my stream, My sacks with her riches to fill Why surely 'tis Fortune alone that's to blame., And not honest Bob of the mi!!. My heart is as artless and blythe as my lay, From my cottage content never flies ; She is sure to reward the fatigue of the day, And I know how to value the prize. Would the girl that I love then but give me her hand, The world it may wag as it will ; I defy the first 'squire, or lord of the land, To dishonour plain Bob of the mill. I COULD NEVEK. CRY FOR LAUGHING. LUCK in life, or good or bad, Ne'er could make me melan- choly, Seldom rich, yet never sad, Sometimes poor, yet always jolly; Fortune in my scale, that's poz, Of mischance put more than half in, Yet, I don't know how it was, I could never cry for laughing, Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha ! I could never cry for laughing. Monstrous grave are men of law, (Law knows no end, when once beginning,) Yet those dons I never saw, But their wigs would set me grinning: 275 . ill, I quiz- : they would me \\ it ti their i pin/ li.i ! \\ h it ihcir comic phi/. I Aficr that, in love I fell, table,) urublp, strange to tell. Oiilj made my mirth redouble; 1 I. ii. frowned"-! laugh- Till I brought her to her 1« ' Then she smiled— -we wed — since then We mean to laugh through life Ha, ha, li.i, hi, hi. ha. ha ! \\ i- tiu.m to \mmgk through life iher. THE (HARMS or MAY. COME, smiling May, in garlands drest, And show thy joy-crowned ver- dant cre->t, In all thy sweets be seen: Come, i" the year, In all thy varied hues appear, i, yellow, hlue, ami green. I harbinger of love, And woo the blackbird, thrush, and < And every bird that flies! I fond and bloom- I lnld, - M'ung and i\», and azure fckies. id show thy T«> all the In 1 1 twin both h< re and with ! : terfly and ■ B and ■at. And Of bi with ing in water ( uadu JACK AT I Hi; Ol'KRA. AT \\ apntnj; l landed, and < to bail m She bad just shaped her course to the p. Of two nuns .ind one water I or- dered in\ And to speak her soon stood under Waj : Bui the Haymat ket I for old Drury mistook, Like a lubber so raw and so soft, Haifa George banded out, at the change did m>t look, Manned the ratlines, and went up aloft As I mounted to one of the upper- most tiers, M ith many a coxcomb and flirt. Such a d — nable squalling saluted my » I thought ther'd been somebody hurt: But the devil a bit, 'twas your out- landish ii Sinking out with their lanterns of jaws. Vi u".l u'd been tal of one of t!< \ trips 'Moagtt the c .iiii ecu or m Ud Ca- tabe that's Ibfl pi; iv. ma'.t ■ ii til ; The play— lis I quiz. My tu I, the nameon't e hit, tbe devil «f an uproar it is ; ■ If it i the petticoat 276 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS Willi their squeaking- so Mollyish, tender, and soft, One should scarcely know ma'am from monsieur. Next, at kicking- and dancing Ihey look a long- spell, All springing and bouncing- so neat, And speciously one curious mad'- moiselle, Oh! she daintily handled her feet; But she hopped, and she sprawled, and she spun round so queer; 'Twaa, you see, rather oddish to me ; And so I suns: out, pray be de- cent, my dear, Consider, ['in just come from sea. *Tan't an Englishman's taste to have none of these goes, So away to the playhouse I'll jog-, Leaving all your fine Bantams and ma'am Pharisoes For old Billy Shaksppare and Mog; So I made the theatre, and hailed my dear spouse, She smiled as she saw me ap- proach ; And when I'd shook hands, and sa- luted her bows, We to Wapping set sail in a coach. Intrepid in battle, of death ne'er afraid, In war's loudest thunder uu daunted he'd stand. Being wounded one day in the heal of a fight, Ben swore from his duty he never wou'd go ; Nor e'er leave his gun while Monnseer was in sight, But while able to stand he wou'd batter tlie foe : When yard-arm and yard-arm the vessels were laid, A poor drowning Frenchman his succour implor'd, Humanity's dictates by Ben were obey'd, Who regardless of danger the suppliant restor'd. At length Monnseer struck to the brave British crew ! And the shouts of the victors spread far o'er The waves ; To board 'em, like light'ning, Ben instantly flew, And shouted bold Britons can never be slaves. Now with honour did rhino a pretty good store, At anchor Ben rides, and to heaJ sorrow's sting, lie divides all his shiners with messmates on shore, And with glee toasts the Navy, his Country, and King-. BEN REEF. BEN Reef was courageous and bold when at sea, 'Gainst the enemy oft* join'd the broadside to pour, Benevolent, friendly, good-hu- mnur'd and free, lie sang 'mid the storm, not heeding its roar ; The true British sailor in Ben was ponrtray'd, Who a hero was mark'd by Dame Nature's own hand ; COME YE HAPPY VILLAGE MAIDS. COME ye happy village maids To the lonely sylvan shades, Flora waits thee, do not stay, Come and revel time away : O'er the verdant plains we'll tread. Where the thyme its odours shed YS here the honey-suckles twine; Come and visit Flora's shrine. I'OIM LAH \M> < IIOH -'< t I I I i I m hile you n. .in , i THE DE V l n OF MOORS. I u < l. >N !i tin- martial war- i J < in 1)». Id flow ilit> i line. in Eastern ininion*i pride, j n brave, but - rights he died, In Freedom*! cause be met the blow. OH" when cbac'd by itt bunds, in tbr bounds the bunt- should be turn, n Bat eki in flight, or ef, in-, uiv- i"«l Sc vi- Xbe i ■ h<> irlwiad d< tin rm% Like • M 6 lie- died. MAN OF \\ Alt. Till)' Greece sll tbe nrts once displayed on her coast, And Koine could ber templet and l>alacei boast. Yet wbat wai a trophy, or nno gilded car, To the castle <>f England, a stout man of ■ »<" : Majestic in grandeur she sunn o'er the tide, The diead of her foes, but of Bri- - the pride, In thunder In i reugeance is heard from afar, For the castle of England's i - i of war. Invad< i, but bul- i rki like th< \\ i 1 1 guard Britoa*! Island the Queen of the S< \\ hil>t courage u ill -tit-:!- then the aervea . f each lar, !a the castle of Englaud, a man t>\ war. When the thunder of battle roll! oyer the And mariners combat their couu- trj Their conquest ihnll shine u bright in. l On the castles ; , the it men of v Their is the On Ihe < nsll land, their li u POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGK. 27S THE CAPTIVE TO HIS BIRD. OH ! sing- sweet bird, from that lov'd strain. A transient bliss I feel, * T<> lull that sorrow which in vain, I labour to conceal. From Sylvia torn, whose vocal pow'r Made earth and Heaven to me, To cheer each sad, and tedious hour, . I fondly taught it thee. That if misfortune damp my love, Or yield me up to care, Thy lay may rouse my soul and prove A rescue from despair. THE POOR LITTLE WANDER- ING BEGGAR. 'Tis for bread, 'lis for life, dear- est lady, I sue, I'm no wanton, believe me, tho' poor, I am true, Prom daybreak till dark, all for- saken I mourn, For alas ! I've no friend, nor pa- rents at home. I'm a poor little wandering- beggar. I would not solicit thine alms or thine aid, Were the power but mine to toil for my bread, But by nature disabled, and hin- d'red From gain, Here's no hope for the heart, nor no end to the pain, Of the poor little wandering beggar. Thanks, thanks, gen'rous lady, my wants are supplied, But for this I had sunk, but for this I had died ; Till the latest of life, I'll remcin- . ber thy care, V And the Being win) hears, will ^ Comply wiih the pray'r A Of tiie poor little wandering In the day when the deeds shall be sanctioned above, Thou wilt not then repent this kind action of love, For Mercy will tell ot thy bounty to-day, And pleading thy cause, th >u wilt see in thy way, The poor little wanderii g beggar. BRAES OF GLENIFFER. KEEN blaws the win* o'er the braes o' Gleniffer,. The auld castle's turrets ire cover'd wi 1 snaw, How chang'd frae the time when I met wi' my lover, Ainang the broom bushes by Stanely green shaw. The wild flow'ra o' simmer were spread a' sae bonny, The mavis sang sweet frae the green birken tree ; But far to the camp they hae march'd my dear Johnnie, An' now it is winter vi* nature an' me. An' now it is winter wi' nature an' me. Then ilk thing around us was blythesome an' cheery, Then ilk thing around us was bonny an' braw ; Nownaething is heard but the win whistlin' dreary, An' naething is seen but the wide spreading snaw; The trees are a' bare, an' the birds mute air dowie, They shake the cauld drift frae their wings as they flee, An* chirp out their plaints, seem- ing wae for my Johnnie, 'Tis winter wi' them an' 'tis winter wi' me. Yon cauld sleety cloud skiffs along the bleak mountains, An' shakes the dark firs on the stey rocky brae % LAR \M> CHOK . .• tweet t.< i thewinnrj In*, mv bonny Scotch Tii. " inter were THE wind wmi bunked, the fttorin ied, when Dick, of N enl v. itfa lii> messmates to re- cried he, my neat ■ rt», Dr«>\vii care then in the smiling- ; a hand, let's toast our my Buxom - it's nlwayi -torn made up of art — One by her ri£ Such ever tlight n constant rr : nnd pink stream ms she ran: ■\\ h would I be Buxom Jolly boat went tnfhefndlei— pile unkno Tant-rnn»ti .1 all • ball Ah! slill give isntn .Nan None in lid quicker, ■how lier I friend ; But hold, I'm |ireecbia liquor, Thi". one word, then, and th- an fiw\ : Of all the i7enchet vbataotn ! I -ay, then . find me Out ilt so light, ko kind .su eet, trim, and neat as Bu Nan. THE SOLDI Ell KNOWS THAT EVERY BALL. THE soldier knows that every ball tain billet bean, And whether doomed t i rise Of Fall, Dishonour's all he fear-. To serve his country ni his plan, i i red or undismayed ; i its her battles like a man, And by her thinks he's paid. To foreign climes he cheerly goe», By duty only dri\ en ; And if he fall, his country k whom the blow Recorded on the A The warrior's deeds nmM I For him the poet breather liii lay The virgin .sheds her • ■ THE SONG OF DEATH. FAIIKW ELL, thou fair day. thou rth, nnd j t - sun ; p, \c If run. Bui 280 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. tliou Thou grim king of terrors life's gloomy foe, Go frighten the coward and slave ; Go teach them to tremble, fell tyrant ! but know, No terrors hast thou to the Brave. Thou strik'st the dull peasant, he sinks in the dark, Nor saves e'en the wreck of a name ; Thou strik'st the young hero, a glorious mark, He falls in the blaze of his fame. In the field of proud honour, our swords in our hands. Our King and our Country to save, While victory shines on life's last ebbing" sands, O! who would not die with the Brave I JACK JIGGER. JACK Jigger, a curious and whim- sical tar, For a sort of a geno was Jack, One day, with the French, in a bit of a spar, By a small shot : was taken aback. It swivelled his fingers, and splin- tered the bone, And his arm about pretty well knocked; Now, cried he, with a d — me, in- stead of a groan, I suppose I must go and be docked ! The surgeon, with feeling, made Jack understand The arm must come off. — "Why, then, brother, Man the nippers and knife, for all tars lend a hand Just only to serve one another. is he saw from his birth in the cockpit below, The blood which his messmates had spilt Of (lie doctor, poor Jack was vas curious to know, In what manner a seaman was built. The surgeon held forlh about art* ries and veins, Of muscles, and sinews, and limbs ; While Jack all this lingo took iu with great pains, His mouth open, and staring his glims ; And as he replied to each curious demand, Called the doctor a friend and a brother, And swore that, all weathers, true tars bear a hand, Just only to serve one another. Why, if this is the maxim, by all that I sees, A man's built just the same as a ship, From the keel, the back -bone, to the top, and cross trees, To take iu life's ocean a trip; A muscle, a sinew, a brace, or a stay ; And as for men's fears and their hopes, Are the masts, and the fibres his frame that belay, Running ringing, and all the small ropes. And as each in their station to fall understand, Take the part of a friend and a brother, To their duty turn in, and, like tars, lend a hand, Just only to serve one another. His senses, his feelings, his lingo, and wit, The complement make of hi? crew, And ships knocked about must come in and refit, All as one now as I come to you, Then as ships by the wind, if a breeze or a gale Venture either for life or for death ■ INUM I \\ , t .- be not kept A *ll tak a cup o'kindi < auld langsyne. \\ e twa hae tun about And pu'd i But we've wandei fitr. l r aul We twa hae paidelt in the b \\ ban simmer day-, were pi But teas lutwt en us br kid r'd, Sin' auld 1 i 1 r aul And there's a hand mv trust \ feire, And pies a hand o* th And \\ > I t lend* ship's prruwth, And auld : U ii A 2S2 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. And surely ye'll be your pint' stoup, As sure as I'll be mine, And we'll tak a right guid willie iraugbt For auld laugsyne, &c. SIGH NOT FOR LOVE. SIGH not for love, if you wish not to know, Every torment that waits on us mortals below ; If you fain would avoid all life's dangers and snares, That attend human life,and escape all its cares — Sigh not for love. If cheerfulness smiles on the cup as you sip, And you wish not to dash the sweet cup from your lip, If life's rill you see sparkle with pleasure's gay beam, Nor destroy the gay bubbles that rise on the stream — Sigh not for love. If you dread the sharp pang that assails the fond heart: If you wish to shun sorrow, and mirth would impart ; If you prize a calm life, with con- tentment and ease; If pleasure can charm you and liberty please — Sigh not for love. THE CHAPTER OF DONKIES. COME, none of your nonsense, I'm not to be had ; I'm call'd Dashing Dick, the Tot- hill-fields lad ; About donkies I'm going to tip you a song, • Which some of the watering- places do throng. Cain up Neddy, gee whoa Neddy, cam up Neddy, gee up, and gee ho. What tho' I don't keep a barouche of my own, I've a stud of fine asses, and they're all the ton ; To Margate, to Brighton, to let •em 1 go, Where all sorts of asses do make a fine show. Cam up Neddy, &c. . Your ladies of fashion, of ev'ry degree, For a ride in the morning are mounted by me ; You may laugh at their fancy, but lord ! they don't mind, While Johnny the footman keeps whipping behind. Cam up Neddy, &c. Ven I comes it on Sunday, witfc Poll by my side, Vy I doesn't emvy my lord and his bride, Tho' my shay and my Neddies are not over grand, I take care that Polly shan't have the whip-hand. Cain up Neddy, &c. There's a great many people, ac I Vlll maintain Who, like me, does by asses a livelihood gain ; Quack doctors and lawyers, and gamblers too, If it vasn't for asses, pray, what would they do ? Cam up Neddy, &c. T'other day, when a donkey I took to be shod, A queer Bond-street lounger popp'd in rather odd ; He too wanted shoeing, as I could discern — Who, master, says I, every ass in his turn. Cam up Neddy, &c. Stop, Neddy, I cried, t'other day in the street, When one of these kiddies I chanc'd for to meet ; L \ll AM) ( IIOH lih3 Says I, •• I dida ' u,"— I ■ i .mi i.|> Neddy, Ac. ,n end of m\ link of my Neddy i me I say, if my ditty don*l | Whether Neddy or I will look atOtt like an as-. Cam n i» Neddy, ftc. ULOH HK.W ES MIL DEEP. I i to her love, M KC member, Tli<>' iloom*d to part, you con- stant view That noon, which rises ia such pplendor— I, too, will look end think of you; Anxious Ella shall not sleep \\ hiltl her sailorhraves the deep." But most tempestuous is the wea- ther, And lovely Ella's wish is cr Vain her watching nights to- gether— "ns in clouds arc my winds the forests sweep, Whilst ht-r sail >r braves the deep* tiwift t<» the shore she flies cem plain The tempest to her pray'r is deaf; When, lo ! that orb she's so ar- ming. rih.and khews herlover s ifc. Now no in Hi weep, WOT her lalloi onves the deep. BOXING THE t o.MPASS. Sew, ■ i ti.i blew his wit thrill, The i eeffcj shook out, began to fill, \\ e caacht ■ fin > And with a f.iu ot flip, tar, Thus gaily may he trip, Lfl i | lar. Wo . ruiz'd along the coa * '.ice, But not a inounseer gave us chance ; \\ <• tried 00 every tack, \\ e drank, and laagh'd, and sung ther, We Kept the sea, nor car'd for her, a all the same to Jack. And with a can, &c. limes while squalls have o'er us swept, High at the mast-head watch I've kept ; We did, my lads, the best • Still v)n the look-oat for the rum- pat, At every corner of the compass, The north, south, east, and wett. And with a can, &c. LOVE AND PRUDENCE. BEGONE ! your heart will fickle prove, For men are faithless, and de- ceive; By Battery first >ou win our love. Then smile that we your vowt believe. And canst thou doubt my bosom's ow| irair? Ah! did thy breast smh fervour know, Thou roaldat not bid me thus dot pair. 284 POPULAR AM) CHOICE SONGS. "Why wilt thou seek to steal my heart, And lull the caution of my soul ? Why tell of Cupid's honied dart, That shaft which reason could control ? And why hast thou such beauties rare ? Why do I such perfection see ? \\ by in that breast, divinely fair, Dwells every charm but love of me ? Ah ! could I prove thy breast sin- cere, And were thy vows and sighs but true, I'd banish each corroding- fear, And only live for love and you. And though in different clime- roam, A wanderer from my native borne, 1 fain would soothe the sense of care, And lull to sleep the joys that were; Thy image may not banished be, Still, Mary, still I sigh for thee. WHEN YOUTH HIS FAIRY REIGN BEGAN. WHEN youth his fairy reign be- gan, Ere sorrow had proclaimed me man, While peace the present hour be- guiled, And all the lovely prospectsmiled ; Then, Mary, 'mid my lightsome glee, I heaved the painless sigh for thee. And when along the waves of woe, My harassed heart was doomed to know The frantic burst of outrage keen, And the slow pang that gnaws un- seen ; Then shipwrecked on life's stormy sea, I heaved an anguished sigh for thee. But soon reflection's power im- press'd A stiller sadness on my breast; And sickly hope, with waning eye, V\ as Avell content to droop and die; I yielded to the stern decree, Yet heaved a languid sigh for thee. THE SPRIG OF SHILLELAH. OCH, love is the soul of a nate Irishman, He loves all the lovely, loves all that he can, With his sprig- of shillelah and shamrock so green; ; His heart is good-humoured — 'tis honest and sound, No malice or hatred is there to be found. He courts and he marries, he drinks and he fights, For love, all for love, for in that, he delights, With his sprig- of shillelah ami shamrock so green. Who has e'er had the luck to see Donnybrook fair, An Irishman all in his glory is there, I With his sprig of shillelah and shamrock so green ; His clothes spick and span new without ever a speck, A neat. Barcelona tied round his neck; He goes to a tent, and he spends half a crown, He meets with a friend, and for love knocks him down With a sprig of shillelagh and shamrock so green. At evening returning, as home- ward he goes, His heart soft with whiskey, his head soft with blow.* From a sprig of shillelagh and shamrock so green ; i AM) ciion - ..lah, who, unile, le ; I'd Ike |uit'st theu ibej go and, atus after « bat, A fin. • How d'ye . Pat, \\ Hit your iprlf of sliillelagU and shinii i the country, any I, Lhal Patrick Uia birth, Bles> the land of the oak, and iti irtb, >\ he the ahillelah and ahanarock so green, May the s«'ns of the Thamca, the i id the Shannon, Drub Ihe !'»«• wim darea plant on our counoea a cannon ; United and happy, at loyalty's shrine, May the rose, leek, and thistle, long Bonriah and twine Round a sprig of shillelagh and shamrock bo green. THE TOPSAILS SHIVER IN THE WIND. THK topsails shiver in the wind, The ship she'* cast to M But yet my aoul, my heart, my mind. Are, Mary, moored with the e ; For though thy • ailor's bound a tar, Still love shall be his leading- star. Jbhould landmen flatter when we're Mailed, O! doubt their artful tabs; No gallant sailor ever tailed, ! . ire breathed constant galea : Thou art the compass of my soul, \\ hi. h Iteen my heart from pole to pole. Syrens in every port we meet, More fell than locks or wa\< *; But such as grace the Britl ih fleet, . and not sl.i\ <••, : bail anbdne, Although we've lett our hearts . kind, I the m ind, The -pain; Now l-.u -land's glory rests with Our sails are lull— #w< adieu I 1 NEVER COULD LOVi: 1 1LL NOW. WHEN I gazed OH a beautiful tare, Or a form which my fancy ap- prored, l waa pleased with its sweetuesa and I i And lalsely believed that I love And let us at our breakfaat I For thoO art Wlfc Ul me, Judy! 28G POPULAR AND CHOICE >u.NGS. And I am hound by wedlock's chain, Tb y bumble servant to remain, Sir TooleywhaggO'Shauganshane, The husband unto thee, Judy. Bach vassal at our wedding-feast, 31ind chunk last night as any beast. Roared till the day-light streaked the east. Which spoiled the sleep of thee, Judy. Feasts in the honey-moon are right, But that once o'er, my heart's de- light, Nought shall disturb thee all the night. Or ever waken me, Judy. The skin of wolves', by me they bled. Are covers to our marriage-bed : Should one in hunting- bite me dead, A widow thou wilt be, Judy. Howl at my wake! 'twill be but kind, And if I leave, as I've designed, Some little Tooheywhaggs behind, They'll sarve to comfort thee, Judy. SHELAH AND DERMOT. AS Dermot toiled one summer's day, Young- Shelah, as she sat beside him, Fairly stole his pine away. Oh den, to her how she'd deride him — "Where, poor Dermot, is it gone, Your lily lily loodle ? They've left you nothing but the drone, And that's yourself you noodle, Beum bum boodle, loodle loo, Poor Dermol's pipe is lost and gone, And what will the poor devil do! Fait, now I'm undone, and more. Cried Dermot- ah, will you be aesy, Did not you *tale my heart before ? Is it you'd have a man run crs I've nothing- left me now to moan, My lily lily loodle, That used to cheer me so, is gone — Al», Dermot, Ihou'rt a noodle. Ream hum boodle, loodle loo. My heart, and pipe, and peace are gone — What next will cruel Shelah do I But Shelah, hearing Dermot vex, Cried she, 'twas little Cupid moved me, Ye fool, to steal it out of tricks. Only to see how much you loved me. Come, cheer thee, Dermot, never moan, But take your lily loodle, And for the heart of you that's gone, You shall have mine, you noodle. Beum bum boodle, loodle loo, Shelah's to church with Dermot gone, And lor the rest— what's dat to you ? I'D RATHER STAY WITH YOU. MADAM, you know my trade is war; And what should I deny it for ? Whene'er the trumpet sounds from far, I long to hack and hew. j Yet, madam, credit what I say; i Were I this moment called away, ! And all the troops drawn in array, I'd rather stay with you. ; Did drums and sprightly trumpets sound, Did Death and Carnage stalk around, '< Did dying horses bite the ground, ' Had we no hope in view .\(.- * iHt I I ; . Sue n MILK, fcll i'ul 1 I \ MAIDS, t>\\ . W e i buuie ■ml, A light more L»leasiag t u\ milk . in\ j'rettv m i e t and, milkman, - And k Milk, in) W I'M Ami bad i. | my I fed, 1 n l«> (1 k n: I'd ereea vaere youder he r d! .tie fed, i'im laid low, .'«iiu drrtpnuie \\ And bi- !i tor the I «ly- Bui. dho al d I i v<-r li\ e la i !'.tt form, »o much ndor'd i>> me, Then taoelt reward mj St. MIC V. And I'll be ody ; M j own dear S ; y ; Then shall my i< . \1 t>; And 1*11 be blest I THEN HEIGH I <»!*- I HE PBTTII OA l . [rWh - ills Pad i 288 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. And if you but get a red coat to your back, In Russia, in Prussia, in France, or in Flanders, All the pretty ma'amselles have a mighty neat knack Of cocking- their chins at both men and commanders. Then heigh for the petticoat, that is my joy- Go where [ will, my time mer- rily passes — Search the world over, sure Pad- dy's the boy For banging the men, and for kissing the lasses. When sweet Kitty Connor pierced me through the heart, And chose Teddy Blarney, a big man of honour, One moon-shiny night, to give ease to my smart, I kicked Mr. Blarney, and kiss'd Mrs. Connor: And the little plump god, for his mother knew what. Was the son of old Mars, or he'd never alarm ye ; And if he'd be growing as tall as he's fat, You'd see Master Cupid brought up to the army. Then heigh for the petticoat, &c. THE BOLD DRAGOON. THERE was an ancient fair, and she lov'd a nate young man, And she couldn't throw sly looks at him, but only through her fan ; With her winks and blinks, this waddling minx, Her quizzing-glass, her leer, and sidle. O, she lov'd a bold dragoon, with his long sword, saddle, bridle; Whack! row de dow. She had a rolling eye, its fellow il had none; Would you know the reason why ? it u as because she had but one; With her winks and blinks, this waddling minx, She couldn't keep her one eye idle, So she leer'datthis dragoon, with his long sword, saddle, bridle Y\ hack! row de dow. Nov/ ne was tall and slim, she squab and short was grown; He look'd just like a mile in length, and she like a mile-stone; With her winks and blinks, this waddling minx, Her quizzing-glass, her leer, and sidle, O, she sigh'd to this dragoon, bless your long sword, saddle, bridle Whack! row de dow. Soon he led unto the church the beauteous Mrs. Flum, Who a walnut might have crack'd 'tween her lovely nose and chin ; Oh, then such winks, in marriage links, The four-foot bride from church did sidle, As the wife of this dragoon, with his long* sword, saddle, bridle; Whack! row de dow. A twelvemonth scarce had pass'd, when he laid her in theground; Soon he threw the onion from his eyes, and touch'd ten thousand pound : For her winks and blinks, her money chinks, He does not let her cash lay idle; So long life to this dragoon, with his long sword, saddle, bridle; W hack! row de dow. Vll. . ,1 Lis bonny Kite, Ami. Is, unfurlM, call Jack The hu.iiiM ain chide s my Lin ■ re well !*•— then dropp'd the l».u Umj u more while ■now, i d fell, \A lu i Or > delight to d . ■ from speck, ^\\ nil bean near broke 'iwixt hojie and fear,) She hung around her tailor*! neck, She sigh'd — and druppM the parting tear. And Fortune, though too oft un- kind, Her wonted frowns for once held back. And took in tow with fav'ring wind, Her w , \\ kick comes fast enough of it- self. Then my maxim, Ac. They may talk about hues aud coinplexi Ot =,«»me obdurate exquisite If she will not return your affec- tions, \N Uat matters how beauteous she be ! We all of us long to be happy, Aud caimol be happy tO" i Then moments of bliss let u-> ye, And live in love, laughter, aud song. Thai my maxim, &c King Solomon lovM the deal His u.s, loin iu Greece Solou show 'd ; C c 200 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. His code was " wit, women, and glasses," — In our glasses then pledged be his code. Fill it up, fill it high ; see 'tis glow- ing. As bright as the eyes we adore : With hearts and with goblets overflowing-, What, mortal need languish for more. Thus my maxim, &c. THE 3LUE-EYED LASSIE. I tJAED a waefu' gate yestreen, A gate, I fear, I'll dearly rue; I gat my death frae twa sweet een, Twa lovely een o' bonny blue. 'Twas not her golden ringlets bright, Her lips like roses, wet wi' i\e\v, Her heaving bosom lily white ; It was her een sae bonny blue. She talk'd, she smil'd, my heart she wil'd, She charm'd my soul, I wistna how ; And aye the stound, the deadly wound, Cam frae her een sae bonny blue. But spare I'd speak, and spare Vd speed, She'll aiblins listen to my vow : Should she refuse, 111 lay my dead To her twa een sae bonny blue. I'LL NEVER LEAVE THEE. ONE day I heard Mary say, How shall I leave thee ? Stay, dearest Adonis, stay ! Why wilt thou grieve me ? Alas! my fond heart will break, If thou should leave me ! I'll live and die for thy sake, Yet never grieve thee. Say, lovely Adonis, say, Has Mary deceived thee ? Did e'er her young heart belray New love to grieve thee ? My constant mind ne'ershall stray . Thou may'st believe me ; I'll love thee, lad, night and day And never leave thee. Adonis, my charming youth, What can relieve thee ? Can Mary thy anguish soothe ? This breast shall receive thee My passion shall ne'er decay Never deceive thee ; Delight shall drive pain away, Pleasure revive thee. But leave thee, lad, leave thoo lad, How shall I leave thee ? O ! that thought makes me sad; I'll never leave thee. Where would my Adonis fly ? Why does he grieve me ? Alas! my poor heart will die. If I should leave thee. I SAIL'D FROM THE DOWNS I SAIL'D from the Downs in the Nancy, My jib, how she smack'd thro' the breeze, She's a vessel as tight to my fancy, As ever sail'd on the salt seas. Then adieu to the white cliffs of Britain, Our girls and our dear native shore, For if some hard rock we should split on, We ne'er should see them any more. But sailors are born for all wea- thers, Great guns, let it blow high, blow low, Our duty keeps us to our tethers, And where the gale drives we must go. When we entered the Gut of Gib- raltar, I verily thought she'd have sunk ; For the wind began so to alter, She yaw'd just as tho' she was drunk, 1 .111(1 i truly a *• l I : d, and Bn a blast thai ill and from But .ind Dick. \\ bile the j tank down in , and so landed on Well. ■ ami Of three aaadreo' th.it - But l and I think, twenty-two. But m rind, .i I.tss thit is comely and •J i How ami doom'd Cur to r And aai left me t i.i I in on his bononr and troth I'll n . | till i U depfliv'd i. 1 a i ud day by men ilth ; . bet ia it all to th< of health I Tho' t that theil Or, a - equally lhj ; *1 ii 1 . and will love till 1 die. 4i l itray throoj ■ in. And oft" by the mui inui I ..mi ; W he i • [ think on my 1- I ah- . ill : Oh ! may I hint tafB t" his 1. May his country*! ran- . in. Then bleat a itU I till 1 292 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. A MAIDEN THERE LIVED. | A MAIDEN there liv'd In a large market town, Whose skin was much fairer — than j any that's brown— Her eyes were as dark as the . coals in the mine, And when they wern't shut, why j they always would shine. With a black eye, blue eye,: blear eye, pig's eye, swivel eye, and squinting. Between her two eyes an excres- cence arose, Which the vulgar call snout, but which I call a nose : An emblem of sense, it should seem to appear, For without one we'd look very foolish and queer : With your Roman, Grecian, snub-nose, pug-nose, snuffling snout, and sneezing. Good natur'd she look'd, that's when out of a frown, And blush-d like arose— when the paint was put on ; At church ev'ry morning her prayers she would scan, And each night sigh and think of — the duty of man. "With her groaning, moanin sighing, dying, tabernacle— love-feasts. The follies of youth she had long given o'er, For the virgin I sing of— was turn'd fifty-four; Yet suitors she had, who, with words sweet as honey, Strove hard to possess the bright charms of her money. With her household, leasehold, freehold, and her copyhold and tenement. The first who appeared on this aui'roua list, Was a Tailor, who swore, by his tliiinble and twist, That if his strong passion she e'e* should refuse, He'd depart from the world, shop, cabbage, and goose, With his waistcoat, breeches, measures, scissars, button holes, and buckram. The next was a Butcher, of slaugh- ter-ox fame, A very great boor, and Dick Hog was his name ; He swore she was lamb— but she laugh'd at his pains, For she hated calf's head— unless serv'd up with brains — ~W iih his sheep's head, lamb's fry, chitterlins— his marrow- bones and clevers. After many debates which orca- sion'd much strife, 'Mongst love-sick admirers to make her his wife, To end each dispute came a man out of breath, Who elop'd with the maid, ami his name was grim Death. With his pick-axe, sexton, coflni % funeral, skeleton, and bone- house. DEAR IS THE BLUSH. DEAR is the blush of early light To him who plows the pathiess deep, When winds have rav'd through- out the night, And rearing tempests banisITcl sleep : Dear is the dawn which springs at last, | And shows him all his peril past. Dearer to me the break of day, Which thus thy bended eye il- lumes, And chasing fear and doubt away, Scatters the night of mental glooms ; And bids my spirit hope at Inst, j A rich reward for perils past- I ul, I the cnlr. WH1 Ami ive leaned all-conqu i> w t-Il as to We «i«- fed up with nothing- but vain complaisance. o ! the roast beef, ftd Our fathers of old were robust, 1 -T , Ami with good cheer all Which made their plump t< u ! i! ef, &c. But now ,1 to — I , half-begot- ime, ait that once ■boufl ! the roasl bief, &c. w be on t! eh ilip« Tin O! • O ! then they bad and to fight. And. i i^ht ; but fOOd night. O ! tl: CONTENTED MAN. THROUGH life, 'tis my maxim to do my t iuha\ out contentment as much as [ can ; i bear to be call'd avari- ; no never, Let Yin say tho* he's poor, he's no covetous man. My portion is small — what of that BT mind it ; W hy Sboald I with changes of fortune contend ? I take all along, good and bad as I find it, I've enough for myself, and to I work, to be sure, hard enough for my living- ; Thank God, I can earn just enough tor support ; I think worth re< - it he thinks worth gi\ And my the I mirht be more bappj . MB] it I Au.l much as I to |>. - It" I rail at hard : no- thin- Still \'\ <• something I a friend la dis 1 1 294 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. There's some folks their numskulls will often be puzzling - , And think by their wits soon to make themselves rich, While others from morning- to night will be guzzling-, And with full flowing- bumper: their pales they'll bewitch, As for me, I don't trouble my head much with thinking-, I work late and early, and mer- rily sing", And the greatest of lux'ries I find when I'm drinking, Success to my country ! Long- life to my King- ! DEAR, DEAR, LIBERTY! AH ! what avails the glittering- vest. Unless the form it wraps is free r For gay attire, what mortal breast Would barter precious liberty} Dear, dear, liberty! With reckless heart these splendid stores Dispread before our feet we see; Her gifts full vainly Fortune pours If thou art wanting — Liberty! Dear, dear, Liberty! Warmer he kiss'd, more close he prest, The maiden smil'd, the youth was blest; When her mother call'd h'pr cheat, She replied, in voice so sweet, He is my husband ; tins I've done- Lovers, mother, I'll have none. LOVERS, MOTHER, I'LL HAVE NONE. TO her daughter, t'other day, A cautious mother thus did say — If you love me, banish hence Lovers and their fond pretence. The maid replied, your will be done ; Lovers, mother, I'll have ncne. Soon there came, this maid to woo, A youth so gen'rous, bold, and true, He stole the honey from he«r lip, A bed where bees might love to sip. Still, still, she cried, have done, have done, Lovers, ther, I'll have none. WE'LL DRINK LIKE MORTAL MEN. HAD I the tun which Bacchus used, I'd sit on it all day, For while a can ir. ne'er refused. He nothing had to pay. I'd turn the cock from morn titf eve, And never think it trouble, But I'd contrive, you may believe To make it carry double. My friend should sit as well as I, And take a jovial pot; For he that drinks (although he'j dry) Alone, is sure a sot. Now since the tun which Bacclni9 used We have not here — what then ) Since godlike toping is refused, We'll drink like mortal men. THE SHEPHERD'S HOURS. WITH the lark I rise at morn, Hast'ning to the flow'ry mead; Near the yellow fields of corn, There my tender flocks I feed- Chorus. Ever happy, ever gay, While the merry pipe I play. When the sun at noon climbs high, Darting down his burning rays, To some cooling shade I fly, Or within some winding maze. Ever happy, &c. In the evening, when the west, Various colours oil display, In their pens my flocks invest. neward plod my v Ever happy, fir. POP! LAR AM) ( lloi« . I I Tip! A FRIEND l\ NEED. the friend, ihomld for- ■ n, Aiui no when ' «i. \ iul who tlica shall Come,cnst your mad*nlng tli. MM I Then sets i chair nn«! veary limbs, and then we*U dine ; Ami \ a eat, Well try affliction to d< J lun give* his hand, and chinks like a fleeting ghost. breast, and quits my brain, 1\ ith melancholy^ hatefnl train. To meet with one, with such a mind, uard me from a world unkind, 1M ■trail all earthly threats de- Aiul Boat with pleasure to the ■ ENGLAND, EUROPE'S GLORY. 1 HERE is a land amidst lbs \\ ' ted in '•lory, V, I be ^la\ e*. Nor tin it k from death or glory ! Then strike the harp, ami bid it >\ ith lowing bowl before ye, Here's to the laiul in uhich we dwell. To England, Europe's glory. Blest land, beyond nil lands in led in the waters, i lion-hearted ions in ■ Ami Beaat'y*a peerli lei ■>. Like Eng land, i \\ hetl ■ ■ . \\ hire I i \> here \s ill ye find «lim \\ ir | A lend Like England, Europe's gloryl THE ROSE-TREE. MARK with what grace the | tree ihon s Its branches rich with many ■ r Which rises o'er the dewj gronnd a And scatters balm and beauty round , And mark the lily's lowly be» still. Be) ond the |»os ei kill ; \\ hiili. when it en. is this m ; ife, But Ufhen in eternal life. 296 POPULAlt AND CHOICE SONGS. WHAT CAN MAN WITH WOMAN DO ? WHAT can man with woman do ^\ hen she's young and tender, But ev'ry wily art pursue Till she her heart surrender; Maidens fair then be not coy, Yield to Love's persuasion, Bless each sighing constant boy, That wooa sincere in season. With a fal lal lal la, Ac. Some will tell you, stupid elves, Men are constant never; Heed them not, for oft themselves Old maids are railing- ever; 'Cause, forsooth, they ne'er en- Love's sweet power so pleasing ; And Cupid's self is soonest cloy'd Of those who're always teazing. With a fal lal lal la, &c. Sure beauty, with good sense com- bin'd, Can no longer tarry ; Mow's the time, if so inclin'd, >ay obey— and marry ; Let no more the lovely j;irl Pine for love in sorrow, To each prudish art farewell. And bid your love good-morrow. With a fal lal lal la, &c. Break, heart, at once, and there's an end ! Thou all that heav'u could give; But hold! I have a noble friend, Yet, yet for him I'll live. Fortune, who all her baleful spite Not yet on Tom had try'd, Sent news, one rough tempestuous night. That his dear friend had died ; — And thou, too, must I thee resign, Who honour lov'd so well? Would they had toll'd, instead of thine, Tom Truelove's knell. Enough, enough, a salt-sea wave A healing balm shall bring, A sailor you, cried one, and brave ? Live still, to serve your king ! ! The moment comes, behold the foe; : Thanks, generous friend, he cried ; The second broadside laid him low; He nam'd his love, and died. The tale in mournful accents sung, ! His friends, still sorrowing, tell How sad and solemn three times rung i Tom Truelove's knell. TOM TRUELOVE'S KNELL. TOM Truelove woo'd the sweet- est fair That e'er to tar was kind ; Her face was of a beauty rare, More beautiful her mind. His messmates heard, while with delight He nam'd her for his bride. A sail appenr'd— ah, fatal sight! For grief his love had died. Must I, cried he, those charms re- sign, 1 lov'd so dear, so well: Would they had toll'd, instead ot thine, Tom Truelove's knell. HARK AWAY. HARK away ! the loud horn calls to Windsor repair, What a splendid appearance of hunters are there; Not vulgar the game, nor the sportsman plebaean, For the stag and great Caesar unite in our paean. See yonder with generous ardour he flies, Fancy stretches her wings, and the enemy dies ; Like an arrow he seems from the bow of Apollo, And distances all who respectfully follow LAIl AM) < IIOK Now llll£ W Itll |U Ami < Whil >, lM Ami i ■ tin' id, and yr IhuM with if : ild the muse her Pegnsus bn II pants to »n at the death. MA' IS B1 I \ AIX. MAN- r 'tin >w, ami short a-i a bub- ble ; and money IM cni e. 1 care, and money, and bie. But we'll take r.o care, when the Tut, \ now tho 1 M banish ail sorrow, and sing till t And nttgle, and iin. N\ 1 III HORNS. WITH horns nnd with hounds 1 awaken the day. And lib* t i land \i alks y ; I tuck up my robe, and am beak- in'd - And tie to my forehead a waxen mo I coui t stajj, unkennel the fox. And chace the wild gonti 0% -r sum- mits Of i -<>ck«. ; With ind booting we pierce Intro' i be sky, irni bnnter v nnd donblen the cry. Wlfl UKI^K \\ i: A brimmer soltens Ami benel Then let us drink, and . w bile yet our I, \\ • men and \\ in. *> night anil ADIEU To l HE TILLAGE Dl.LK.IU >. TRIO. ADIi.t to the villa. \\ Inch lately my foil « r the country ins no all its p|< Adieu! thou sweet lit alth-bi eath- i.iil, Thou canst not my comfort re- . For ever adieu ! thoa dear rill, My Lncy, alas, is n,> B Of my pain My sonr, an J pli She m plain. Till that fatal day on whk tlied. Her eyes that s> beantifnl shone, Ai e cloned for evt i i i bleep ; And mine, >ince my Lit Here nothing to do but t<> • Could my tears the bright ■ rem Like a fountain r..< Unt Lncy, alas ! is no ■ And I am Lei me copj sritl . he I heart, Then SOiHi, when | u e ihall 298 I'OPl L.VR AND CHOICE SONGS. BEN AND SALLY. THE waves were bushed, the sky serene, When sailing on the main, Ben. from the maiiwtop, viewed the scene, And sung-, in tender strain; — "Dear Sail, this picture round my neck, Which bears thy likeness true, Shall e'er my faithful bosom deck, Which throbs for only you. The night was still, when last on shore We took a parting- kiss, And warm the vows each other swore To meet again in bliss : A token then my Sally gave, 'Tis Ibis, which now 1 view, And in my heart shall ever live, Which throbs for only you. Sweet Sail, wherever you may rove, Think, kindly think, on me, And this dear semblance of my love Shall prove I doat on Ihee : >A herever bound, by night or day, Still, as the needle true, My beating heart shall never stray. Which throbs for only you." But when they learn that you have blest Another with your heart, They'll bid aspiring passion rest, And act a brother's part; Then, lady, dread not here deceit, Nor fear to suffer wrong, For friends in all the aged you'l meet, And lovers in the young. HAD I A HEART FOR FALSE- HOOD FRAMED. HAD I a heart for falsehood framed, I ne'er could injure you; For though your tongue no pro- mise claimed, Yonr charms would make me true ; To you no soul shall bear deceit, No stranger offer wrong, But friends in ail the aged you'll meet. Ami lovers In the young. COUNTRY COMMISSIONS TO MY COUSIN IN TOWN. DEAR Cousin, I write this in haste, To beg you will get for mamma A pot of best jessamine paste, And a pair ot'shoe-bucklcs for pa, At Exeter-change ; — then just pop Into Aldersgate-street for the prints ; Ann while you are there you cai stop For a skein of white worsted a Flint's. Papa wants a new razor strop, And mamma wants a Chinchilli muff; Little Bobby's in want of a top, And my aunt wants six-pen'orth of snuff; Just call in St. Martin's-le-Grand For some goggles for Mary, (who squints) ; Get a pound of bees'-wax in the Strand, And the skein of white worsted at Flint's. And while you are there you may stop For some souchong in Monu- ment-yard ; And while you are there you can pop Into Mary-le-bone for some lard; And while you are there you can call For some silk of the latest new tints At the mercer's, not far fror Whitehall, And remember the worsted al Flint's. POP! LAK AND ,t I i .1, in this pa Bet, land. hints, buy LOt E SHALL BE en, ope thine i ■ .y bed of d t I e - I 1 charming fair, air, ler limpid bt \\ tiiut genial pi and us tin , I :i tloth tk, ! w iui>t ] our ei er sj ren t • \\ bispers, ( ng. TO MY MESSM SEA. brace, ho- Jack, Mat Midships, too, was tin i bOXg knew i > lack, Could hand u • 11, reef and steer; The | ! led, mirth weut round. \\ « trolled a in- And while cai r >und tea drank at sea d'ye mind, _ And she was all my pi while with tears her eyes blind, Ami b\ vide ; u Dear Ja •* my In art will bl Wh< To our n« A thousand \\ ilh mirth our i M Ifaj i Brii '1 be A l 1< sin link,) It son I con. blind dri; J 00 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. M *r Isle, my lieart coin- Love O^Jg m *Britain»s fame I burn, v-re nalive Freedom pipes all hands, And stops from stem to stern; From death or glory I'll ne'er shrink, But douse life's colours free ; Vet while at anchor here, I'll drink To my messmates out at sea. THE CONFLICT OF LOVE AND DUTY. MY country's voice, dear Emma calls, It wounds my soul that we must «ever; Tho' danger now my heart appals, Thy sailor's thine, sweet maid, for ever. O yes, we must sever, Ah no ! but not for ever; "With pain I tell thee That fate compels me, Love's rosy transports to forego. Oh ! do not weep nor heave one sigh, (Of tears fair Emma must avail her,) Tho' William kiss'd the tear- drowifd eye ; Yet Emma sighs still for her sailor. O yes, we must sever, &c. YOUNG SIMON AND HIS NANCY. YOUNG Simon late espous'd a maid, Both young and brisk and witty, To whom his vows he long had paid, And crav'd the fair one's pity ; But now their hands by parents joiu'd, Aim" portion'd to their fancy, Two hearts in one are now com- bin'd, Young- Simon and his Nancy. Young Simon's aunt— a wealthy dame, Just paid the debt of nature; And to the youth a letter came. That brighten'd ev'ry feature: For she was old— had gold in store. And wealth beyond his fancy; The gifts of fortune on thein pour Young Simon and his Nancy. His leave then Simon gently takes. He'd come again to-morrow; Foreboding grief fair Nancy shakes, And sighs express her sorrow ; Thou'rt all to me, Young Simon cries, That heart of man can fancy, Then dry those tear-bespangl'd eyes, Young Simon said to Nancy. The youth endow'd with land and store, Now flies to meet his charmer, But oh ! his Nancy is no more, Not all earth's fire can warm her ; And art thou gone ? — Young Simou cries, I'll clasp thee close as can be; And on the clay-cold bosom dies, Young Simon and his Nancy. WELCOME, FAIR LADIES. WELCOME, fair ladies, who ho- nour our home By the presence of beauty and worth ; Welcome, fair ladies, who hither have come To inspire us with pleasure and mirth. For blessed are the moments with cheerfulness crowned, WhenBeauty and Harmony join. When the eyes of the lovely are beaming around, And the Hir breathes of women and wine. i LAR AM) I HOK 301 they Tlic- t songs must be \\ i,, athed through a I PH. : i. h of the tin- give* the | , «. that outrivals l >\ - - dart, »Tis the brl woman that i i ber imile thai enlWeni the heart. Then, welcome, fair ladle*, who lu nour "iir home By the pi beauty and rth ; v tome, fair U hither have To Inspire us with pleasure and mirth. HIGHLAND MARY. YE banks and braes, and streams around. The Castle n 1 Montgomery, Green be > ar woods, and fair jour lou i Your waters sever drumlie. There limmer list un/auJds her robes, And there they langcet tarry : For there [took the last mreweel Of my dear Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, 11 a vow, and I Our parting « ««» I And | l We i re < irselvi Hut oh ! fell death*i nun i Li nipt mj I iuld'» the « That wraps my Highland Mary. O pale, pale now , ■ . , lips, bae kiss\l sae fondly ! And clos*d for aye the sparkling . nee That dwelt on me sae kindly ! And mouldering uow in silent dust, That heart that lo'ed me dearly But still v* - it bin my bosom's c Shall live my Highland Mary. MY Dl Alt LITTLE GlItL. MY dear little girl, shall I freely impart , And make a fond secret known ? Shall I tell you, with < aiulour, what coaquerd my heart. And lix'd me tor ever your own • Then know it was not e'en your beautiful Nor form, which all forms doth ex < Ah, no ; but your mind, which of all must take pi Subdu'd me my dear little girl Not your cheeks, win I - < tei iiilly . Nor skin, than the lily B white ! Not yoar lips, which tmr\ asses ih<- ruby in s:t . more than diamonds bri-ht ! All these I could paze on, uucon- quer'd and hold, -, smile, truly smile at the sji< 11 ; But you spoke !— and your mind. mind be it t«>lr thee I die a virgin bride! Then plung'd into the fatal wave Her bridal bed a watery grave ! Her fate was sung with tears of pity, And well-a-day, well-a-day, was the ditty. Mild be the sun on this sweet- blushing flower, In the gay, rosy morn, as it bathes in the dew ; And gentle the fall of the soft vernal shower, That heals on the evening each leaf to renew O spare the deal' blossom, ye orient breezes, With chill, hoary wing, as ye usher the dawn ! And far be thou distant, thou rep- tile, that seizest The verdure and pride of the garden, or lawn! Let Bourbon exult in his gay, gilded Lilies, And England triumphant display her proud Rose ; A fairer than either adorns tue green vallies, "W here Devon, sweet Devon, meandering flows. THE BANKS OF THE DEVON. HOW pleasant the banks of the clear winding- Devon, \\ ith green spreading bushes, and flowers blooming fair ! But the bonniest flow'r on the banks of the Devon, Was once a sweet bud on the braes of the Ayr. TO CURE HIM— LET HIM MARRY. SOME poets sing of nought but wine, And swear the liquor is divine — A cure in every case ; It cures the heart-ache as they say, That's true — but then it leaves next day, A heaoVache in its place. Others maintain when sick with love A man one only cure can prove, j A cure that can't miscarry — ! Say they — when he would ease his pain Let him but once the object gain, I To cure him— let him marry. Whoever tries this plan soon sees The cure is worse than the disease, But I resolv'd to try ; I married — had a scolding wife. She died— and I'm at ease for lire She rests — and so do I * P >Pl I \K \\H ( HOI Kit i * 111 \V MU1 \L RXROI tiM in \\ l I all. nit have thej imlle, : ohly have In honor's fair bed bo* triumphant s've lain. Ami numberless honoured Have bj ber bra \l in the I field of M Fair Freedom earaftnr'd — well - M with the tight Of such virtues, adoruin Of Britannia'** lov'd children— ob- Thi-y de* rv'ii more than the COn'd best -ive them Above all the nations of earth, a, that her sons should the main. And to empire* i>Irw Life i th. Thifl guin'd, made the mini, land's MigdomB'al- .tely found disjmte her just But Nelson, wli mited Bed, Blill And l his brate apirit died, >;ar. I'll I it RNOl T. M K . P lied it <>ut, *W bile sun;'; in hril l.i The dinner was nl shirt not dry, Heigho, fidd nt, what a i . ut | If inv shirt's not dry, 1 am off without, III be d— n'd if I don't, says he. They expect me at f:\ the note, lO, fiddle de dee, tvat I'll tie round my throat, And up to the chin I'll button my It will i\o very well, sa\s she. me to tin- h ittte, and Le dotfd his hat, Heigho, fold e de dee, ide a line bow and doi >al, Under fed hi' \ 1 1, "\\ bich the ladies all blush* The weather was rainy, now mind the i Heigho, fiddle de dee, aid not ro home, bul \i iti« i i leal pr I shall deep very well, said be. Parson Botcl linen hi ni Heigh , fiddle de dee, Ami Mr. Snout, I light, Slipped into his skin, t!i And out of the bed crept he. U u 2 304 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. The bedfellows soon at breakfast met, Heigho, fiddle de dee, Parson Botch he protested the law he would get, Says Mr. Snout 'tis a folly to fret, I appeal to this company. The ladies all vow'd Mr. Botch was a sinning-, Heigho, fiddle de dee, Said they, with a vast deal of blushing and grinning, We all look notice of Mr. Snout's linen ; So off with the shirt went he. PORT AND GOOD SHERRY. THE bards, we're told, in ancient lore AU sung of love, in days of yore, And touch'd the tremblingstrini;: Shall we boast of brighter days, To love alone devote our lays ? Oh, no! of wine we'll sing. For love, in a minute, The devil is in it, Will often drive any man mad, While port and good sherry, Will make us all merry, If ever so solid and sad. Of thee, oh! Bacchus, god of wine. We'll sing, and o'er thy sacred shrine, Strew never-fading flowers ; Then wilt thou with thy rosy cheeks, Turn all our happy days to weeks, Our moments into hours. For love, in a minute, &c. But e'er we from our wine re- move, In bumpers let us — drink to love; Come put around the glass; And let us with it friendship blend, So drink to ev'ry faithful friend, And every pretty lass. Though love, in a minute, &c. HOW HAPPY IS THE SAILOR'S LIFE. HOW happy is the sailor's life, From coast to coast to roam ; In every port he finds a wife, In every land a home. He loves to range, He's no where strange ; He ne'er will turn his back To friend or foe ; No, masters, no; My life for honest Jack. He loves to range, &c. If saucy foes dare make a noise, And to the sword appeal, We'll out, and quickly lam 'em, boys, With whom they have to deal. We know no craft, But fore and aft Lay on our strokes amain; Then if they're stout. For t'other bout, We'll drub "em o'er again. We know no craft. &c. Or fair or foul let fortune blow, Our hearts are never dull; The pocket that to-day ebbs lovf, To-morrow shall be full. For if so be. We want, d'ye see, A pluck of th'rs here stuff. In Indi— a And Americ — a We're sure to find enough. For if so be, &c. Then bless the king, and bless the state, And bless our captains all, J Acd ne'er may chance unfortunate I The British fleet befall. But prosp'rous gales Where'er she sails, And ever may she ride, of sea and shore, Till time's no more The terror and the pride. But prosp'rous gales, &c \\l> i HOK 30.". > w ILL r vl)l.: oil : I horn. »wer, drop I the pride «>t" r beauty i:i \\ ben erm'd *m> itern i tin h and r a time, •ill unblest ! Ho U.i Cautious an HI * guard your like- thorns rrund > our heart, ae like the t, but - • MAN AND \\ I \\ HEN lime : and Mm, %\ In- Had a right to mai itain the It i", Ti.. jest three \\ u> i Hut the u.i Id all ayi« | . it : Of tblf i \\ hi I . her i"i d . . 1 !iy nii-n yield, \\ hen ih. >ld. njectare ; mgling all d Meu at night all ■ THE WHITE MAN COME. THE white man come, and bring his I The Hlatee meet him In the And . i be d — i home p04 nl a way. Oh ! it be very sad to see, Poor Negro child, and b l'«rt, But if white man kind i He h aJ the wound ut. m-nhaL FOR HE HALLOW'D THE SI \\ HERE UK DIKD. WHEN the uid.«- Their Where i ectioa Mil:. f tilt br;i I un- roingl'd a Ufa ni nil honour tne died. 1) u S 306 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. While he numbers the drops as they How From his mother's full grief- swoll'u eye, My boy may, to soften her woe, Lisp, iu accents his own— this reply : M Weep no more— we've a joy, not unmimilM with pride, For he hallow'd with honour the spot where he died." BUNHILL ROW COURTSHIP. IN Bunhill Row there lived a dame, Too ral loo, too ral loo, Ugly, squinting', crooked, lame, Too ral loo, too ral loo, Lovers she had none good lack, Too ral loo, too ral loo, Her only bow was at her back, Too ral loo, too ral loo. She had money, I had none, So to court her I begun, But a cruel butcher he, Cut in there, and cut out me. Speeches fine he used to make, Swore his peace was at stake, He vow'd he lov'd his charming chuck, With all his heart and all his pluck. Calling on her one wet night, By a shower soak'd through quite, There I found the faithless she, Frying Sausages for he. One last adieu before we part, You have broke a faithful heart, But the words I scarce had said, When with the pan she broke my head. Moral. Lovers who for maids are sighing, Never court them while they're frying, Lest, like me you feel the weight Of the pan upon your pate. HER CHEEK FOR EVER SMILING. HER cheek for ever smiling, Merrily oh, merrily oh ! Ev'ry youthful swain beguiling, Merrily oh, merrily oh ! In shape and colour just a -kin To a beautiful ripe russeltin, Has set my heart a broiling, Merrilj' oh, merrily oh ! Her eyes that Cupid skips in, Cherrily oh, cherrily oh! The gas lights far eclipsing, Cherrily oh, cherrily oh ! Her voice's full and mellow tone, Like the wonderful Appollouicon, Your ear so sweetly slips in, Cherrily oh, cherrily oh* THE COLLIER'S WINDLASS. YOU may talk about singing Ita- lian songs, And hear them for me, for all that will, I'd as soon change a fiddle, for poker and tongs, Drum and fife, for the clack of a mill : As the song of our tars, when with ardour they burn, The windlass to man, high and low, The pond'rous block seems to groan at each turn, As they cheerily sing, yeo, ha' yeo. While at Spithead we lay with a homeward-bound lleet, Awaiting the turn of the tide; We bows'd up the Nancy, so rakish and neat, You'd ha' sworn she was Nep tune's own bride ; Hark ! the convoy has fir'd — see her topsail loose, Like the hen with her brood all in tow ; Ev'ry hand quits his birth, e'en the Cook his Caboose, For the glorious sing out, yeo ha' yeo. . 307 . in be- hind ; rt. And u' wetter - , Thru Sunderland loon we had un- der cur I. And ilo<»d up the bl ha 1 j Thf ]>itT with our vires, nnd <>ur in is lin'd, is on jumping on il propi- nnd kind, : beir loi M • 1 1 1 > notion < f SOngfl you may But ! will as plump say ye, no, For the ling nut, that draws tears of Joy from my Nam The happy returning yeo, ha 1 LOVE'S LIK!! \ MUTTON C HOP. •S like a mutton chop, Id ; All it* attraction! hop, • pro* >» old. > iik«- the cholic sure, dure, . a cure, nee toM. Wlien I ir, the swain Bums with desire, In H \ men's fatal chain He w< in, And jumps (unhappy man!) Out of the ti v in£ l MU MOLLY mi (.. ■M Of and looms l li « - | and - To bopelesi i - i > life i i My dreams by night, my thoughts i»y da) , .ii of Nolly Mug: Bnl sighs no more my bl • ■Id swell, I'd p ii in Care's attacks, It I with my dear maid intgLt da ell. In sweet St. Mary Axe. SPANKING JACK. SPANKING Jack w.-.s *o comely SO p.. Thoujrh • still he'd whistle and - Jack lor'd liis friend, and was true to his Molly, And if honour real as n i One night as we drove with two in the main-sail. And the scud tame on lowering noon a lee shorw, Jack went up nloft to hand the top*gall*nt sail, A spray washed him off, and we ne'er saw him more ! lint I I If i i-'ve troumN boys . whi-t I ii of mischief oi fun m the midd Through life in all weathers »i random would jog ; 60S POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. He'd dance, and he'd sing, and he'd play on the fiddle, And swig-, with an air, his allow- ance of grog. Long side ot'a Don, in the Terri- ble frigate, As yard-arm and yard-arm we lay off the shore. In and out whistling Tom did so caper and jig- it. That his head was shot off, and we ne'er saw him more ! But grieving's a folly, ftc. 3onny Ben was to each jolly mess- mate a brother, He was manly and honest, good- , natured and free, If ever one tar was more true than .•mother, To his friend and his duty, that sailor was he ; One clay, with the david, to heave the cadge-auchor, Ben went in the boat on a bold craggy shore ; He overboard tipt, when a shark, and a spanker, Soon nipt him in two, and we ne'er saw him more! But grieving's a folly, &c. But what of it all, lads? shall we be down-he'trted, Because that mayhap we now take our last sup ? Life's cable must one day or other be parted, And death, in fast mooring, will bring' us all up. But 'tis always the way on't; one scarce fnOs a brother, Fond as pitch, honest, hearty, and true to the core, But by battle or storm, or some d — 'd thing or other, He's popped off the hooks, and we ne'er see him more! I ri On Beauty's lap, to \\ it's great He m ■• the urchin L Wit, M oh, Beauty, thouYl a roll* by Weald darkling be, did nut your Illume it wilh his »igh.'* Now, 1 1 , In I'm- iy of faith, I'm n 1 .» cl.iiin the Hit. Mv «1< I the flitch, l) let me now * 1* will help lo make yov mainly rich, And I so fine a lady. . n« more, but lei the prize market straight be taken, ire 'twill prove us monstrous II the flitch of bacon. Now each persisting, til for tat. On their i . They fought .it last like dog and scratched each other's That th.se who strive to gut their fl>h. Before its safely tali Like Dick and Nell, . :t spoil their dish. Who Lost the flitch of bacon. LIT< II OF BACON, i N» 11 wore man irly, And lime had glided che< ; : all the wedded Their plea must first be taken. So cheek by j i j lain the ditch \*\ HKN FIRST LOVB CAME. \\ HEN Brsl lore came to dwell on earth, A wicked i be ; "1 ill li • marriage Tl>a t clippM his wings might \N ith i; thej and constant thing ; Then if you'd chime in, sir, with Bell, At church give I ■ I h. He (H| hteuM bt .: 310 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. But join'd willi marriage — soon had birth, A train of little loves. Love, wild and free, ^s false as well, 'Tis marriage truth must bring-; Then if you'd chime in, sir, with Bell, At church give her a ring- ! THE SOLDIER'S ADIEU. ADIEU, adieu, my only life ! My honour calls me from thee; Remember thou'rt a soldier's wife, Those tears but ill become thee ; What though, by duty, lam caJI'd AVhere thundering cannons rat- tle, Where valour's self might stand appall'd, When on the wings of thy dear love. To heaven above, Thy fervent orisons are flown; The tender prayer, Thou putt'st up there, Shall call a guardian angel down, To watch me in the battle. My safety thy fair truth shall be, As sword and buckler serving ; My life shall be more dear to me, Because of thy preserving*. Let peril come, let horror threat, Let thundering cannons rattle, I'll fearless seek the conflict's heat, AssurM when on the wings of love, To heaven above, &c. Enough, with tbatbenignantsmile, Some kindred God inspired thee, Who knew thy bosom void of guile, Who wondered and admired thee. 1 go assured, my life, adieu, Though thundering cannons rat- tle, Though murdering carnage stalks in view, When on the wings of thy true love, To heaven above, &c. I OH! TWINE A W HEATH OF EVERGREEN. OH ! twine a wreath of evergreen, And with it deck the brow Of him, who, 'mid life's varied scenes, Ne'er breaks his plighted vow : Of him. when forc'd by honour's call, In climes afar to roam, Whose anxious thought/} will ever turn To her he leaves at home. Oh! twine a wreath, &c. How few, 'mid pleasure's dazzling scenes, Reflect on kindness past! How few, who wealth and power obtain, Are faithful to the last ! Too oft, in youth's gay sunny days, Men play the tyrant's part; They first ensnare, and then, alas! Deceive the guileless heart. Oh! twine a wreath, &c. WILLIAM AND JONATHAN. WILLIAM and Jonathan came t: town together; William brought learning, ana Jonathan some leather : Said William to Jonathan, whai d'ye mean to do ? Said Jonathan to William, I can sole a shoe, With my leather, la p-slone,ham- iner, ' nippers, pegging-awl, and bristles. Said Jonathan to William, pray, what is your intention ? William talk'd of things far above his comprehension; He meant to write poetry, pam- phlets, songs, and plays, Epitaphs, epigrams, and puffs, the wind to raise. With his Latin, G:eek, gram- mar, syntax, prosody, and logic. ' *, and Jo- \\ In I. thin ii leather, Latin, ban- Bad i When they had llv'd in town for rlj tw entj : \\ ill ut Jonathan . . they COIU- Lher, Ami • urnine; - leather. i pttone, hammer, iii PP* rs, , l, and PAT MURPHY. \\ HEN I was a boy in my father's mud cdili -ler an J bare as a pig- in a Out at the door, as I looked with a stead \ phiz, >\ ho but Pal Murphy, the piper, Paddy, but few play this ma- rt I, I Can't tell, for I never did tr> ; Then he told me that he had a charm, pe prettily speak, Then under •Tin, An i t ap j iqjueak, n\ ■ t : i 'I lar ral lal lu, i bone ! how he handled the drone, then such sweet music he blew, Twoald ha\e melted the heart And U >.n | in > < I The mask I my I Ami lead* me all over the world by the i llow'd his bajr-pipoM w And i caned like a I Adieu t<» my familj .Ami Mas presently placed in a With a far ral lal lar ral lal lu, us 1 followed him, no tiling could rander us, Till he one morning had taken tap, And slid from the bridge in a ri just under us, Soeae to ihe bottom, Joat like a blind pup; i ut. Oh ! Paddy, my friend, don't you mean t<> come ap ; He waa dead as the nail in the . k up his pipes on And now I've »et Up I \\ ith a unala, luiala lu. To be sun- I've not got the knack To | lav tar ral lal lar ral lal la. \\ ith a dideroo bubbei oo u nack. LOVELY WINN AP Moiiti w.is a Cambrian boy And drOTe hi^ i luP. and «l( lis, 1 1 be sang I Or lUtened t.» the vil When peel I- !it hia And, ah! from then the simple uinney 312 POPCLAlt AND CHOICR SONGS. \\" .* heard to mourn, was heard to cry, Hun lost hur heart to lovely \\ iuwev — Hur heart, poor heart! Hur heart— look you, Hur's lost hur heart to lovely , Winney. The damask rose on Winney's cheek All-tempting- sweet appeared to view. And would you glist'uing dia- monds seek. They sparkled in her eyes so blue. The wnnd'ring shepherd heaved a sigh. A And, ah! troin then, &c. Sweet Winney blushed, and Lung her head, Nor knew for why she turned aside; When thus the love-taught pea- sant said. And will hur be Ap Morgan's bricie ? The Cambrian girl made no re- But sure her eyes informed the ninney : No 1 mger mourn, no longer sigh. Hur's won the heart, hur has, of Winney — Hur heart — poor heart I Hur heart — look you, Ap Morgan's got the heart of Winney. AND HAS SHE DISCHARGED THE SWEET YOUTH. AND has he discharged the sweet youth. The dear little cook I adore ; Shall I never again hear his voice, N r see that loved form any more ? Ah, no no, I shall never see him more ! Ah, no, Sac. Well-n-day for my cooky and me, With the king 1 am quite in disgrace ; Whilst, bereft of a character, he Must wander in quest of a place And has he. &c. THE CITY BELLE. THE city belle, bedecked so fine, Joys not at Easter ball to shine, As I delight in thee, love ! The prude delights not, through her fan, To peep at that vile creature- man, As I delight in thee, love ! Oh, thou art all to me, love, All my heart holds dearly ; Never, surely, loved a cook So truly, so sincerely. WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBURGH. 'TWAS within a mile of Edia burgh town, In the rosy time of the year, Sweet flowers bloom'd, and the grass was down, And each shepherd woo'd his dear : Bonny Jockey, blythe and Kiss'd sweet Jenny making hay ; The lassie blush'd, and frowning cry'd, Na, na, it winna do ; I canna, canna, winna, winna manna buckle to. Jockey was a wag that ne'er wad wed, Tho' lang he had follow'd the lass, Contented she earn'd and ate her brown bread, And merrily turn'd up the grass. Bonny Jockey, blythe and free, Wonher heart right merrily. Yet still she blush'd, and frowning cry'd, Na, na, it winna do: I canna, canna, winna, winna manna buckle to POPI LAR AM) ( HOU But i i. lr, i , ud berdi led i. mi luT hand, ami i k^ Ami vuw'd iheM t tl UO. Bonny Jockey, blythe and \\ onher heart right merrily, At church *he nao nsair frowning I 'd, n.i, it winna do, I cauna, cauna, wiuua, uintia, inauna buckle to. HAD I A c HAD 1 a cave on some wild dis- tant shore, Where the winds howl to the waves* dashing 1 roar ; J here would 1 weep my ■ There seek my lost repose, Till grief my eyes should er to wake more. Falsest of womankind, canst thou declare, All thy fond plighted vows, fleet- ing as air ! To thy new lover hie, Laugh o'er thy perjury, Then in thy bosom try \\ hat peace is there. THE CORINTHIAN'S DIARY. SUNDAY got floored in groggy plight, Monday quite stale, took anti- bilious, Pester'd by nausea, nerves not right. And noisy duns quite superci- lious. ■ i i audi- tion. Tuesday ^<«t cltan'd at Rouge et V.ir, And done quite brown, I tO toddle, So then I vow"d to play no sj Le^t like a lame duck 1 should waddle. Wednesday reflected, cursed i st.ir. Swore never more a card to handle ; Weal to the Fives* Court, saw then spar. And patroniz'd Cribb, Neat, and Randall. Thursday bo* I'd down to Ascot Heath, To snort my blunt upon the rno Rode my own mare almost to death. For I had won three steeple- chases : Cleaned out Spain, I came away, Quite undismayed, though out of leather ; At night I bolted to the play. To drown ill-luck and care to gether. Met with a spree, two glorious frays, So went to work — I hate long parl< KickM up a row, then starr'd the glaze. And milPd in style a brace of Charleys. Morris'd as sy to Almack*i sTooiss Danced a quadrille alert am* ■bos Call'd at the Finish, mops and brooms. And tumbled to bed as drunk SI tl.l 1. L :m POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Friday I went to see dear Nance, But found a covey there before me ; Was forc'd to bolt, I'd lost my chance, But Kate C knew would still adore me; So off I set — stay'd Saturday, 1SI y comforts took, then home departed: Book'd for next week, with spirits £ a v » I for fresh game on Sunday started. THE OBSTINATE DAUGHTER. IF a daughter you have she's the plague of your life, No peace you shall know, though you've buried your wife; At twenty, she mocks at the duty you taught her, Oh! what a plague is an obstinate daughter. sighing and whining! Dying and pining! Oh! what a plague is an obstinate daughter. When scarce in their teens, they have wit to perplex us, With letters and lovers for ever they vex us, While each still rejects the fair suitor you've brought her; Oh ! what a plague is an obstinate daughter. Wrangling and dangling! Flouting and pouting ! Oh ! what a plague is an obstinate daughter. HOW SWEET THIS LONE VALE. HOW sweet this lone vale, and how smoothing to feeling, Yon nightingales notes, which in melody melt ; Oblivion of woe o'er my mind gently stealing, A pause from keen sorrow a moment is felt. The moon's yellow light o'er the still lake is sleeping ; Ah ! near the sad spot Mary sleeps in her tomb ! Again the heart swells, the eye flows with weeping, And the sweets of the vale are all shadow'd with gloom. THE DITTY. IN sight of port, the wind blew loud and high, When every messmate heav'd for home a sigh ; Ah ! little thought each jolly tar so brave, Instead of borne to meet a watery grave. Fore, aft, above, below, all hands we call, And every sheet of canvas in we haul ; Yet vain his art the able seaman tries, The storm increases, and new dan- gers rise. All night our vessel labour'd thro* the tide ; Now over mountain billows see her ride ; Now darting down amidst the briny deep, Where (coldly tomb'd!) too many heroes sleep ! The morning dawn'd, but cheer- less came its tight, Our parting convoy scatter'd far from sight; One hapless vessel only we espied Alas ! to see her sinking by our side ! See angry lightning, from the sable clouds, Now strikes the mast, or fires the useless shrouds ; And hark ! the labour'd pumps too well bespeak, How pours the water thro' the fatal leak. I . the ild, rtune niilM ; *t Uu| hope laith- liuin-putnp chok'd, the I - dank, arting tiin- rash ; A:ul I Left their talc Lo tell ! BACH1 THE SAILOR'S ORPH IN. 5T iY, gentle lad riant i> in > beart with reh <>f tame and rv. ith'l bleeding laid iny lather it morn, the - tell). lie t iiul, but calmly liich he fell. Now, rer, rowd, I MI 11(1. lievi Turn me not u . y ; scorned the li.. a rowM be'd lire cred • I moi ■ rite \ er hii ;- 1 *• Beneath lies departed old ba- chelor Tom." But n i*ra ( Hull I 1'lrn- ild be \\ «'il one - that i us, and ba- Believilig that !m i_hl UOUI THE HUNTSMAN. THE [M the And the i with dew-drops behold . , proelaimi And t With no | oundi in full make And - hunt it ; ir i>a- But inunci >\ itii ih. T, the law- llu \\ k hunts fa i The | r, the patriot a name , Ami the artful coqaeUe, thou»h Vet, • her A\ ith the sports of the field, Ac. Let the bold and the busy hunt i wealth, All the bU ,v{<, j s the I ' th ; With and with ! li the woodlanda t And when I !, find con tenti w itii the inorti of the field, &c THE ' \\ Hi s fey- ther to 1, What trade, little Ralph.woul.Ut thou I ans ban and v u merrily Then the i I win- With you 1*11 .-,nd chop. i will bt bell SIS POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. My school -fellow, Jack, who turn'd lawyer besure. Old Nick shew'd the road to prefannent. Set friends by the ears, and he plundered the poor ; Od ratten ! I hate such black varment ! A Doctor was Dick, and he drugg'd folks to death ; Of him too the neighbours cry'd shame on't ! A corn-factor WulL, I shall hate while I've breath ; To monopolize he had the name on't ; But dang. such base traffic— I toil thro' the day, While the merry, &c. But mark now the end on't : the lawyer one day, Wrote his name on a wrong- bit of paper : So ecod ! to old lag wig they took'd him away, And on nothing- he cut his last caper. Dick, the doctor, was poison'd by drugs of his own, The corn -factor paid dear for his carving ; Plenty fill'd ev'ry market, the prices went down. So a bankrupt is Wull now, and starving. While labour and health stand my friends thro' the day, And the merry, &c. JENNY. AT dawn I rose with jocund glee. For joyful was the day, That could this blessing' give to me Now joy is fled away — Jenny ! No flocks, nor herds, nor stores of gold, Nor house, nor home have I, If beauty must be bought and sold Alas ! I cannot buy — Jenry ! Yet I am rich, if thou art kind, So priz'd a smile from thee, True love alone our hearts shall bind Thou'rt all the world to me — Jenny ! Sweet, gentle maid, tho' patient meek, My lily drops a tear, Ah ! raise thy drooping 1 head and seek Soft peace and comfort here — Jenny ! OH, BRING ME WINE. OH, bring me wine, bright source of mirth ; For, from the flavour'd lips, Of him who joyous sips, The jest, the taunt, the song, has birth, Wine o'er the soul sheds influ- ence kind, And gives a summer to the mind. When rosy wine begins to flow. The goblin, Care, takes flight; Just as the fiend, and night, Depart at morn's celestial glow. Wine o'er the soul, &c. There's magic, lodg'd within the grape : It makes the lover view His mistress' beauty new, Gives lustre to her eye, her air her shape, V\ ine o'er the soul, &c. FILL ME A BOWL. FILL me a bowl, a mighty bowl Large as my capacious soul ; Vast as my thirst is, let it have Depth enough to be my grave ; I mean the grave of all my care, For I mean to bury it there. Let it of silver fashion'd be, Worthy of wine, worthy of me, Worthy to adorn the spheres, As that bright cup among the stars. TOl'l LAU AMJ ( Ht i 319 Till sun, i fun, tell. 1 ;iii\ I ils, i to the emerald Isle, \> here ■hillelithi and i.ul, unile land and its natives mil. • is tell us St Pal DO our sll ! •bamrock be Messed, and for that ■\\ e sleep it in whiskey galore; id us while time should re- Still happy would be tin And bloom in the midst of the mam. By tin* footstepi tt" friendship .still trod. CUPHrfl LOTTERY. AS Cupid one day, full of frolic l i fe, ! lid, took it into his bead, That luck, food of bad, is a wife, i dear worn • And i ticket a If Tarn turning; his wheel, their ( . come and draw/ I « for the ■ Wei i the wheel : And i it nd tome not. Then presently ttiin'd on heel. While Cupid, sly elf, quite pi with himself, w : And the wheel turning round, with ;ui .in. iiblr touad, and dras .' ' I, my lack I will try, And so.. n t» the wheel did ad \ ;i i . IV a Capi« tal prize — I temper was wrote ou the chance d for life, with a kinJ loviug ■ We, I hold the Inst maxim and las/, Is llymen*i toft bauds, when \re join heart and hands, H M-helors, come, come and dra \v.* TARRY WOO. TARRY woo. o tarry woo, Tarry woo is ill to ipin ; Card ir a eel, card it ■ Card it weel ere j \\ ben it's carded. s P u n, Then the work is hallens t\o m But when wovrn, drest, and clean, It may be deeding for a qui < ins b,.nny barmlesi sheep. That lord up i th«- mountain* I p. Bleat Thro' the i ' and snow; II ii '. and hind, and tallow deer, era 1 ai e : l'r.ii' king! to him that hauds the ploeji b, d to tarry woo. 320 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Up, ye shepherds ! dance and skip, O'er the hills and valleys trip ; Sing in praise of tarry woo ; Sins- the flocks that bear it too : Harmless creatures, without blame, That deed the back, and cram the wame ; Keep us warm and hearty fu' ; Leeze me on the tarry woo. How happy is the shepherd's life, Far Frae courts, and free of strife; While tht •• gammers bleat and bae, And the lambkins answer mae. No such music to his ear ; Of thief or fox he has nae fear ; Sturdy kent, and colly true, Well defend the tarry woo. He lives content, and envies none ; No, ev'n a monarch on his throne ; He that the royal sceptre sways, Has nae sweeter holidays. A\ ho'd be a king- ? can ony tell : When a shepherd sings sae well Sings sae well, and pays his due Wi' honest heart and tarry woo. THE NIGHT HAS FLED. THE night has fled, the morning dawns. The stag bounds o'er his native lawns, And while each zephyr's on the wins:, He seeks the soft translucent spring ; Then strides, with heart devoid of pain, Along the verdant, flow'ry plain. But, hark ! with echoing, noisy clack, Behind him comes the panting pack ; He starts and turns with fearless mien. As the advancing troop are seen ; And now, with dignified disdain, He slowly moves across the plain. Yet soon he finds nis foes draw near, And stern contempt gives way to fear ; Concealment's arts at first he tries. Discover'd soon, he swiftly ff'es. And with such force each nerve doth strain. He scarcely seems to touch the plain. Still trembling beast! he's doom'd to find, The persevering pack behind ; Nearer the horrid noise he hears, Whilst ten-fold terrors fill his fears, He finds his utmost speed is vain, And droops dejected on the plain. Soon the fierce hounds approach their prey, Who nobly tries their force to bay; But from his breast burst bitter sighs, And streaming tears bedew his eyes, Round him fast flock the hunting" train, And death seems hov'ring o'er the plain. But mercy does her mandate give, And bids the dappled victim live; The disappointed dogs retire, A whip has quickly cool'd their ire, While the poor stag, reliev'd from pain, Once more in peace stalks o'er the plain. THE MAIDEN I LOVE. THE maiden I love is the theme of my lay, She is blooming and fair as the morn just begun, Her eyes soft and bright as the first beam of day, And herringlets like dark clouds that curl round the sun. I LAR AM) - when ins |o dwell on |g the maiden I live to Anil I prise her the weal the i orld ai»' \ I bare lold her— I've sworn all this o'er nttd o'er, she miilet oa my sorrow ami not mi 1 1 1 % l The ln» e nf inv bear! may in tad- rt, >\ hile it beats it will cherish her -till, ts may die, and its i lie, in rouiul H . .ally chill. TOM MOODY. you all knew Tom Moody, Ihe whipper-in, well ; The hell j'ist done tolling was ho- oll. A more able sportsman ne'er fol- lowed a bound Through a country well known to luin fifty miles round. pen'd, with T< in But bc*d cballen • . and could tell if 'twere food; And all with attention would ea- rly murk, M hen he chcei'd up the pack, 'Hark! to Rockwood, hark! bark! i ! — wind htm ! and cross him! | !-H*rk!' raft? earth-vtoppers, in hunt- er's ;:r I earth' made tor reel ; i se, which l ■ I ■ On ul, lu> d; W l*ii», cap, boots, and spun, in a IrOJ I and. And here and th< «I an • I.I ■Iraggling hound. All ! n uler \ ales ■ ill ' Nor the Wrekin resound his first burst in the cht With high over! — Now lorn! Tally ho! -Tally ho!' Thus Tom spoke his friends, ere be gnve up his breatb : ' Sim c i s "d to bo in at the death. One lavour btstow— 'tis the last I sh.-.ll cra\ Give a rattling siew-halloo thrice And u l« ss nt that warning: I lift up my head, My boys, yon may fairly conclude I ;m dean !' "d, and the ihoat rent the - ice join'd in the tally ho ! irs . ■ Tally ho ! Hark forward! lally ho! Tally ho!' Till-: SPORT81* ON ITS ■ pO T ta men draw near, and ye sportswomen t M ho delight in the joys of the field ; Mankind, though they blame, are ail eager as And in. one t will • idship, his worship, his ho- nour. A bunting continual]] Ail ranks and Jef i - in t With hark forward! huzza! tails ho! 322 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. The lawyer will rise with the first of the morn To hunt tor a mortgage or deed ; The husband gets up at the sound of the horn, And rides to the common full speed ; The patriot is thrown in pursuit of his game ; The poet, too, often lays low, Who, mounted on Pegasus, flies after fame, With, hark, forward! huzza! tally ho ! While fearless o'er hills and o'er woodlands we sweep, Though prudes on our pastime may frown, Mow oft do they decency's bounds overleap, And the fences of virtue break down ; Thus public or private; for pen- sion, for place, For amusement, for passion, for show, All ranks and degrees are en- gaged in the chase, With, hark forward! huzza! tally ho ! EVERY MAN TO HiS TRADE. 3'ZE a countryman, just come to town, And a rum one as e'er come be- fore you; And though but a poor simple clown, I'ze tell you a comical story. !But first, if you please, let me tell My mind, and it is for to ease you. My name you all knows very well. And here I be come for to please you. Rumpty iddity, &c. Folks call me a comical lad, And say I'ze fond of joking- a bit, sirs ; And neighbours all say that my dad Were noted for being" a wit, lira ; He ling-besoms did make and red sand, To sell to the neighbours about, sirs, So I us'd to lend feylher a hand, By acting 1 as his rider out, sirs. Rumpty iddity, &c. One day, going over a heath, A bishop, as fat as a pig, sirs, Came riding upon his gray donkey, Wi' his red cabbage nose and big" wig, sirs. Said he, in a voice just like thun- der, How must I get off" from this common, sir ? Said I, you'll get off, there's no wonder, The same way your worship got on, sir. Rumpty iddity, &c. Then he call'd me a poor silly cloAvn, In manners as rude as a bear, sirs, And he ax'd, in a terrible frown, If ever I said my prayers, sirs No. never, said I, sir, by gum. But can you tell how besoms are made, sir ? Said he, I can't say that I can ; Then, said I, every man to his trade, sir. Rumpty iddity, &c. Said he, sir, I'd have you to know I'm a bishop, and to me is given The difficult task here below. To teach sinners the right road to Heaven. Indeed, then, said I, in a laugh, You're a guide-post, by gum, cind a rum one, To pretend to teach folks that strang-e path, And you can't find your way off this common. Rumpty iddity, &c. Then he rode off, and sent his man John, To ax if I'd e'er been at school, sirs. POPI ed a I theagoing eorshin rill k«-« p ami maintain us ail liumfty iddlty, Ac. THE HIGHLAND LADDI THE 1. a« land la.K think th< Bui tl I and idly i unlike lh< me ha, Ami manly looks of mj I i laddie. bland laddie, mechannii mad laddie { May il guard, and ird, The Law-land lam and her Highland laddie. it i were free at will to chose, be the wealthiest Law land Pd t.ik yoeng Donald without \\ i' boanet blue ami belted pla o niv boon • The I town, art made ir «l to him, ho's hut a clou n. He's Iner mi ln^ mrtan plaidy. in> bona I hill wV him Pll run, \ . my Lawiaad Win and daddy ; land plaidy. v, Ac. i i .' loin my deai H laddie, And he ca's nu- h th hit nlaidy. o my bona] tend, Than that his love prove true and steady. Like mine to him, which ne'er end, \\ hile bearen pmeevea my Highland laddie. O my bonny, Ac. THE GHOST OF A SCRAG OF Mil I ON. A B4 HOL \lt on* time, thoMcant tell you a hem ..rii teal ■ bt re too, ju«* now ; And he learnt— why. I r.n't teM you what i— aye and then He livM- i ea He lodg*d at an inn, ia the iti I'm n t r And the sign it don't matter a butr Hut thil inn it was haunt td at to ci\ « everj night, By the (fc imi 1 1 0, la, id - The landl »rd van in a meal ter* ribh li*'. i no i ■ He*ll icreen me wi* bin Highland So he w»nt I jil.i i my i< ■ iy, 4 . . . ,! lay 324 POPULAlt ANI) CHOICE SONGS. Says the scholar, * I can, for at magic I dash, Nor e'en for old Nick care a button ; So don't be in a stew, for Til settle the hash Of ibis ghost of a grim scrag of mutton.' He made a great fire, and he put on the pot, With turnips, thyme, parsley, and leeks ; The clock it struck twelve, as the water grew hot, And the casement upon its hinge creaks. The moment was awful— a ter- rible job ! When with a long neck like a glutton, And a grin monstrous ghastly, popp'd in the queer nob Of the ghost of a grim scrag of mutton. Says the scholar/ You'rewelcome, some mutton I want For my broth, ere the pot it boils faster, So prithee come in ;' said the mut- ton *■ I sha'nt, For I'm certainly meat for your master.' Then the scholar he caught up a fork in great Avrath, Stuck it under his rib like a glutton, Sous'd him into the boiler, and fi- nished his broth, With the ghost of a grim scrag of mutton. The story thus finished, the moral shan't lag, — The landlord who'd such little heart, Not the only one he who's been Mar'd by a scrag, For a scrag's but a small Bony- part. fear So the Emperor Scrag Europe had got, Tho' John Bull didn't mind him a button, For Johnny's the scholar who sent him to pot, Like the ghost of a grim scrag; of mutton. FLY CARE TO THE WINDS. FLY Care to the winds, thus I blow thee away ; I'll drown thee in wine if thou dar'st for to stay: With bumpers of claret my spirits I'll raise, I'll laugh and 1*11 sing all the rest of my days. God Bacchus this moment adopts me his son, And inspir'd, my breast glows with transports unknown ; The sparkling liquor new vigour supplies, And makes the nymph kind who before was too wise. Then, dull sober mortals, be happy as me ; Two bottles of claret will make us agree ; Will open your eyes to see Phil- lis's charms, And, her coyness wash'd down, she'll fly to your arms. OF ALL THE WORDS. OF all the words in Lexicon, Not one to my poor thinking-, Can make a man so wise a Don, As those in use for drinking. To say he's drunk, so coarse the sound, That Bacchus ask'd Apollo, To give some terms, iu wit pro- found, And he the phrase would follow: With a fal lal lal lal la. &c. POIM l.\K AND < linn inik, %.* liy Rut I I V . babb'd, I., And But v l be i tu.l died.' \\ ith m\ IM '.;!, Ac. \ - ii|tp*d He And bosky Damon roars, ' M > I'm primM just for a I And some are rocky, MOM ■MM And some diifruis'd and mellow; Bti« | i be boss*d, v fellow : \\ ith my tal lal, vS.c. NED NAPPY, THE HATTER. D Nappy was ■ hatter, ami B each incongruity. In which ids Urade abounded, with w ond*roui ingenuity : lli^ master had a daughter, and ncy, His mind unto thai lair one had You: tinflt my heart, he i merry - ill ever true remain, lion; Your papa i'» pone oat, you know, i lie moment with a\ ulit \ , And U • it fixulity. loreditch « c d, but the 1 \\ hi ■ dr. I. I»v Ibui You i forbids nu; u i i-t.-r then, »• u bin uu Ned ■( rolled his • like an bypocond But he know that it 1 qnite to tip bii noa, For « i» each side of i> i nder and Salmoa, His bride. In wondVoos expansion «>f affection, mod and h ed him to the Mansion And \ei, t! link it strange, sach wo the I i u , That an hour after nvtrr :• . e, j. . r • ran ! THE PEREMPTORY LOVER, 'TIS not your beanty nor \njr wit That can my he I For they could u- Either mi I r. r it" j ou'll not i rove k ad I And tru be, Or doal upon you m Think ime g thus unkind ; milin|E fro \ e thaukv MtU?. I r S26 POIH LAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Then open-hearted be with me, As I shall be with you, And let our actions be as free As virtue will allow. If you'll prove loving, I'll prove kind ; If true, I'll constant be ; If fortune chance to change* your mind, I'll turn as soon as ye. Since our affections, well ye know, In equal terms do stand, 'Tis in your power to love or no, Mine's likewise in my band. Dispense with your austerity, Inconstancy abhor ; Or. by great Cupid's Deity, I'll never love you more. TO FIGHT FOR FAME AND GLORY. WHEN first he left his native shore, To wander o'er the trackless main ; Tom sighed to think that he no more His native land might see again, For, ah ! the friends he left were dear, The girl he loved was fair and kind, And when he dropp'd a glist'ning tear, 'Twas shed for those he left be- hind, To fight for fame and glory. Hut in the battle's rude alarms, When ev'ry danger flits around, The thought of them his bosom warms, And foremost in the fight he's found. No sijrhs, no tears can then mo- lest, For love with friendship thus combined Still cheers a gallant seaman's breast, Still animates a Briton's mind To fight for fame and glory FAREWELL TO NORTH. MA YEN. FAREWELL to Northmaven, Grey HillsAvicke, farewell ! To the calms of thy haven, The storms on thy fell — To each breeze that can vary The mood of thy main, ; And to thee, bonny Mary! We meet not again. Farewell the wild ferry, Which Hacon could brave, i When the peaks of the Skerry Were white in the wave. There's a maid may look over These wild waves in vain. \ For the skiff of her lover — j He comes not again. The vows thou hast broke, | On the wild currents fling them ; On the quicksand and rock Let the mermaiden sing them. New sweetness they'll give her Bewildering strain; But there's one who will never Believe them again. O.were there an island, Though ever so wild, j Where woman could smile, and | No man be beguiled — Too tempting a snare To poor mortals were given. And the hope would fix there, That should anchor on heaven. HARK AWAY! WHEN the forehead of Phajbu3 illumines the east, And the lark hails the birth of the morn, I%hake off the mantle that's wo- ven by rest, And obey the rebuke of the horn. Then the chase, the blithe chase, gives a zest to the day, And thought sinks immers'd in the loud hark aw.iy ! POP! LAK AM) i llOh n i ill. \ > big \* ill, An r. ye wretched be Ami swell tin- blithe chorus of i., hark aw i Of ol Diaa, with buskin Bin- i from could - of l)i ami Then to Morpheus one \m rk away ! Th« i !■ IWd as the ty- rant of mirth, ul of humanity blind ; Had he f II w'd the chase, not a doubt of men'i worth it'i'd liis cynical For i i OUT path, not a But d .dates, with h.i .y! MY GUAM) MOTHER'S EYE W A i OF all *ort« of drops, drooping ire, A good dn rt'a the best, I am drops open, and But the drop I Tol I I . you As hot . y, or But t!> *he* And th> | cup ton much. \C. koto But m\ hand shakes so, aorta, \ nth. rer ret it beyond my mouth. I'm a very dry ova lure, the people say, must drink, to m lay; Aad uhen lt*i too moist, drink know, re you drink, the drier you | i CROWN MB, BACCHUS. CROWN me, Bacchus, might* pod, The victory is thine ; Cupid's how yields to t!i\ And Love submi: Love, 11k- dream of i our bunpej whiskey enjoy, Ma] the Menelaus was happy with 1 ■ ife, led him a i life • With that handsome I Till * 1 up then Sing- didderoo, Ac* oninon, and all the great f this horni: While Ju thing', and that, And the podl fell a wrangling they kne iat. , &c. Oh then, such n - And i in£ up goats ; Till t (.. Tro- i iu one Ac* i, wi- , and rims after t< fended tb< u minutes ■was all burned d But t t all, I the u nil, Hut he bin! oh ! tell ! The man t ■ ell. - TIO IutF, my lads] the -;, .. \\ hile we -cud triad? While sh, mind ! On the starboard f And behold the de*tin'd port Whil All - And can ^iv<- t i 4 \\ i \ « Let u«> b The b 1 udly thtu: aud 330 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. The pre.it puns sponge — prepare for wonders, A\ Uile my lads, the wind's abaft! With grape we ran nine-pounders rattle ; Naval heroes drink and sing;; He that bravely falls in battle, Nobly serves his Prince and Kins. EVAN BANKS. SLOW spreads the gloom my soul desires ; The snn from India's shore retires To Evan banks, with temp'rate my, Home of my youth, he leads the day. Oh ! banks to me for ever dear ! i)h ! stream whose murmurs still I hear! All, all my hopes of bliss reside Where Evan mingles with, the Clyde. And she, in simple beauty drest, Whose image lives within my breast ; Who, trembling, heard my part- in- sigh, And long pursu'd me with her eye ; Does she with heart unchanged as mine, Oft in the vocal bowers recline ? Or where yon grot o'erhang3 the tide, Muse while the Evan seeks the Clyde? Ye lofty banks that Evan bound Ye lavish woods that *ave around, And o'er the stream your shadows throw, Which sweetly winds so far below ; What secret charm to mem'ry brings, All that on Evan's border springs ? Sweet banks ! ye bloom by Mary's side : Blestsiream ! she views thee haste to Clyde. Can all the wealth of India's coast Atone for years in absence lost } Return, ye moments of delight, With richer treasures bless my sight ! Swift fromthisdesart let me part, And fly to meet a kindred heart! Nor more may aught my steps di- vide From that dear stream which flowa to Clyde. SWEET FA'S THK EVE ON CRAIGIE BURN. SWEET. fa's the eve on Craigie- burn. And hi y the awakes the morrow, But a' the pride o' spring's return Can yield me nocht but sorrow. I see the flowers and spreading trees, I bear the wild birds singing ; But what a weary wight can please, And care his bosom wringing. Fain,faiu wad I my griefs impart, Yet darena for your anger ; But secret love will break my heart, If I conceal it Ianger. If thou refuse to pity me, If thou shalt love anither, When yon green leaves fade frae the tree, Around my grave they'll wither. SONS OF HIBERNIA. BRAVE sons of Hibernia your shamrocks display,* For ever made sacred on St Pa- trick's clay ; 'Tis a type of religion, the badge of our saint, And a plant of that soil which no venom can taiut. 1 nmSrti.it Patrick to friendship h is ballow'd the pmund, Ami rer a- bouud. i with shamrocks as myrtles let tin garnish the bowl, In converse coavivial aiul sweet flow of cou!, blations of I ous \* IMP. Wlmf saint won!. I have more, sure i .i.e. Tho' \Ww beeurti sympathetic of May cur -hamr rk continue to flourish, and pf An emblem of charity, friendship, ami I May the Mights of disunion no er remain, Our shamrocks to wither, i- tiu ; .t flourish for ever, we hea- KC, Kindly ■helter'd and fencM by the brave British Oak. I urg- llie i And wlum I K Or full the tear of pl( The hit st ;il)nvc can i n The raptures in my bos»oin dwelling. STRATHFILLAN. BY F. linn's wild and bnely stre I # She .l«t'iis, the angel of my fancy • lustre from her eye that uns Proclaims my maid, my I I Her 1 - hoe, And fair her \\ bC -.'-bud's 1 rl ■ T And tie a- Ulg. TAKE A BL'MPER AND TRY. THE women all tell me I'm to m\ That 1 quit my poor Chloe and ' stick to my l.1 a -s ; But to yon men ol reason m\ tt I'll own, And if you don't like them— why let them ai Although I have left her, the truth I'll declare, I believed she was -rood, and I'm sun nr; But goodness and charms in a hamper i - That makes it as pood and as charming as My Chloe has dimples ■ I must own, But though she could smile, yet, in truth, she can frown ; But tell me, ye l< ven . f liquor divine, DM } ■■«. a frown in a bumper of wine ? Her lilies and roses were jusi i^ tht'ir prime, Yet II , s are conq.o by t But in m its age, such a benefit i' That we like .t the bettor the older it grows. 332 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS They toll me my love would, in time, have been cloy'd, And that beauty's insipid when once 'tis enjoyed; But in wine I both time and en* joyment dofy, For the longer I drink the more thirsty am I. Let murders, and battles, and his- tory, prove The mischiefs that wait upon ri- vals in love ; But in drinking-, thank Heaven, no rival conteuJs, For the more we love liquor the more we love friends. She, too, might have poisoned the joy of my life With nurses and babies, and squall- ing* and strife ; But my wine neither nurses nor babies can bring. And a big-bellied bottle's a mighty gootl thing. We shorten our days when with love we engage, It brings on diseases and hastens old age; But wine from grim Death can its votaries save, And keep out t'other leg when there's one in the grave. Perhaps, like her sex, ever false to their word, She had left me to get an estate or a lord ; But my bumper, regarding not title or pelf, Will stand by me when I can't stand by myself. Then let my dearChloe no longer complain, She's rid of her lover and I of my pain ; For in wine, mighty wine, many comforts I 'spy, Should you doubt what I say, take a bumper and try. TO BACCHUS, DEAR. TO BACCHUS, dear Bacchus, an altar I'll raise, And full of his presence grow wild in his praise, Approach, thirsty topers, no ills shall annoy, But wine in full plenty, and plenty of joy. We'll drain the bowl empty, and drink away care, If endless such pleasures, how happy it were. And Venus, bright goddess, the in- cense shall share, And bumpers .be quaflfd to the health of each fair; In love's happy triumph each beauty shall shine, And heighten the joys of the juice of the vine ; We'll drink, and we'll love, and we'll laugh away care, If endless such treasures, how happy it were. JACK BRACE. MAYHAP you may think I'm in joke, If you do, why then, harkee, you're wrong, No purser so proud ever spoke As Jack Brace, now the theme of my song : When sober, mayhap, no such thing, But when hazy, I give you my word, Jack Brace was as great as a king, Although only as drunk as a lord. Poor Jack meant no harm for all that, When he'd shiners he'd share with a friend, Knew his duty from stem to stern pat, For the boatswain ne'er cared a rope's cad : POPULAK AM) .!li«r lw h 1 1 «*«! in trull) ; But, by wa\ i the**, \N b] . hcM been ei in hi-* ><>uth. Molly won 11 - melted hi* prov*d ulse, so poor Jack rut and run. All before he was- iueut\ J old. When Jack rd more rhino, any* Molly I'll I Tl«eu I'll : ;— but • t it happenM M ii dead Then Jack look to ^riev nt. la a netimei pip'd hii If he drank, take it all in Be -our dead, so no DKN iid ; But peace to his soul— for, d'ye mind, That poor Jack, with his faults on his I Hal lefl many a worse one he- hind. THE FLITCH OF BA< THE ipnace Mr (lark uk, DOrioOl ami i "Me lovM di i life, fried bacon, and hii ■ A. I. My dutk, we'll claim a Hitch.' Mn. ( lai bed) But ili<- VOW*d she'll ii it ipotTd ; DOlPd.' Mr. < Jump d in bed l» Quiti- nir.uM at side ; And, <*a\* he, ' mark ! Tim' 1 I'll bed — d if Itfth i*nt all be i, The dispute ran 10 high, 'Twixt a boil and a lis , That (lark, though he argued it roundly. Put an end to all turtn I frying or I By banting Mrs. Clark very k-nindly. These turtles, no doubt, ; out. That their claim to the Hitch mu«c i ken : They hail children But all the lit t ! I Were mark'd with a baron ! BACHFLORS' Bl TTONS AS probation some mat i ■poke* Ami others a jest call'd the ii Yet their worships would aud it no j To he tied to a t rouhlesomo mate. A lutk uives by dozens ■MIT] • Though tit.it action proves him a tin Ho must be in a pretty It ihey all be Tol loi, d« 334 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Turks cut off their wives' heads too — what twaddles, 'Tis for making- good women a charm : But I like good women with nod- dies, Though their tongues were as long as my arm. Their tongues are the fiddles of nature, Marriage-music's the concert for men, And no concert, you'll own, can be sweeter, Though a little too sharp now and then. Tol lol, de rol. Some call marriage a pillow of roses, And others — a mattress of thorns: While to some 'tis the sweetest of posies, To others — short shoes and Ion corns ; But we weather December and July, Both bitter and sweet mix in life, And man in 's cap of dignity, truly The best feather he wears is a wife. To! lol, de rol Then, lads, put the question to marry, For the lasses to put it were queer ; Though they may, if too long you should tarry, 'Tis their license, for this is Leap-Year; But prevent 'em, sirs, at my sug- gestion, For Hymen decrees, I declare, That in Leap-Year who first puts the question In marriage the small-clothes shall wear. Tol lol, de rol. Yet be prudence your counsel, ye young, When from Hymen ye challenge the wreath, Ere ye tie the tight knot with your tongue You can never untie ^rith your teeth. May marriage be Britain's proud boast, Since single folk are but lost muttons ; So I'll finish my song with a toast — Here's—" Confusion to Bache- lor's Buttons." Tol lol, de rol. THE HEARTY OLD ODD FELLOW. WHILE with health on one hand and content on the other, I enjoy a companion and friend That leave ine no cares, nor vexa tions to smother, Which oft on poor mortals at tend ; And, while I reflect, that, with doctor and drug, But few have through life brush 'd so well, O! I give thanks, that with time, I've so long stood the tug, Still a hearty and sound Odd Fellow. The blessings of youth I enjoy'd while I held 'em, Though life's but a short fleet- ing day, And mortals are pleas'd with ev'ning but seldom, Yet I'll welcome its last parting ray ; And though time, on my face its deep furrows may plough, And the bloom on my cheek may turn yellow, Discontent he shall never see perclrd on the brow Of a hearty old honest Odd Fellow. We know that fine words may be founded on fiction, And with friends 'tis too often the case; LAB AM) I mi- ■ by , idi he Dut brash «'!! it' I can, l v old honest odd Pell Ami while thus through life I brush nnd oddly. \\ v reform, ere i uuii lie, rush then all off if I I Aud when i shall, like thatch, ovei pread The low root, where at last l mail dwell, o ! M.i> each friend, left behind, till -pins- his last threat!, Prove a hearty old honest Odd Fell WHAT CATO ADVISKs. \\ HAT Cato advises most certain- ly wis ; always to labour, but some- times to play. To mingle sweet pleasure with tsare, Indulging at night for the toils And while the dull miser est him His , while his health will d< Oui 9 rhten, our fancies All ch< \\ it bumper it ! Ve- Thus happy |te of all with at t i xi. OCR FRIENDS PAR, PAR 4\\ THOUGH we ere placed some thousand miles From those we ever loved most Yet -till shall pleasure's friendly , lei Thin welcome day our jpirits rimer. As time revolves its annual round, May honour be our leading-! And may our thoughts be ever found On those dear friends far, far awa. May oft this friendly Circle i rd e'er their bi i invade ; Eut with ieligbt each other | With faces smiling!] Joyful in.iv we look forward Each blight return of 1'!, car. And think on that delightful - Where live OUI awa. Once more, Pilled to the brim villi spark- ■ Ine, And let my toast wii none win The u Hen \ to oar friends fur, fiu 330 POPULAR AM) (HOICK SONGS. ALLY CROAK Ell. THERE liv'd a man iu Baleno- crazy, Who wanted a wife to make him uneasy ; Long- bad be sigb'd for dear Ally Croaker, And thus the gentle youth he be- spoke her. Will you marry me dear Ally Croaker. This artless young- man jusl come from the schoolery, A novice in love ami all its foolery; Too dull for a wit, too grave for a joker, Anil thus the gentle youth he be- spoke her. Will you, &c. He drank with the fa titer, he talk'd with the mother, He romp'd with the sister, lie gain'd with the brother ; And gam'd till he pawn'd his coat to the broker, Which lost him the heart of his dear Ally Croaker. Oh the fickle, Ac. To all you young men who are fond of gaming, And losing your money, while others are saving, Fortune's a jilt, the devil may choke her, A jilt more inconstant than dear Ally Croaker. Ob the inconstant, &c. FRIENDSHIP PUT TO THE TEST, THE courage of true British tars Gives their country a glorious name; If they float they are famous in wars, it" they sink they are floating in tame. Two sailors aboard the Barfleur, One. Tom Tough, and Jack Life- boat the other, Were accustomed hard toils to endure, And to each be a friend and n brother. Tom was placed in the top on a search, None to look out more cunning than he, When a wave gave the ship a lee lurch, And tumbled him into the sea. 44 AH hands!" and "Out boats!* was the cry — Ropes Mere thrown, ev'ry tar tried to save him ; But in vain every art did they ply, No effectual assistance they gave him. Jack Lifeboat, by energy drawn, \\ atched le^t poor Tom's life it should end; When Tom, bis spent breath al- most gone, Most pileously Iook'd at his friend. The glance all Jack's limbers soon shook, And he cried, while he mock'd at the weather, " By heavens, Tom, I can't bear that look, Thou shalt live, or we'll perish together!" In a moment see Jack by Tom's side, Fresh boals their wished safety ensure ; While the sailors sing out, with true pride, " By this action shall live the Barfleur!" What more anxious attention could draw ? On the deck, by Jack Lifeboat Tom stands ; And the world sucli a scene never saw. As these true and tried friend* shaking hands. POP! i 3:i7 I PING. - i man's a stupid rue that ho alwn\ rtion >uble : But an argument admit* of di :• 'St ion ; I take ihe i U • question , Ami if our llvei by this standard He'i | -hbour's portion I t drunk if you wish to an pleasure thai eourta you apid and s: 'iM i y • Drin i*|| be uohly re- >> hv, 'twill m.-ti . . happy ■ ..«, your neighbour. Suppose, while you're racking- your pia mater, 1 \e not cash enough to pay the « r ; >Vhy what's to do ! get drunk you ninny. Twill make ten and sixpence ap- ir bk« a guinea ; Then if to do good you receive i n, I » think that, for i a> lion, I II have the emploj ment, And can ihow me al swe< I > : land eloping, aa find two lithe«plcs, could s e cm tcli them n toping, The drunkard two boa u drinking and roaring . And it you were all drunk, you'd my song hi' encoring. The i unk, &.c. SH S OR HOW, GRIKF'S A roLLi . BANISH sorrow, Hy, Thought, unbend thy wrinkled brow ; Hence, dull Care and Mel am holy Mirth and Joy invite-, u, n. Bacchus empties all his treasure, Comui brings ua wil Full »w, fallow, follow Pleasui Let us join the jovial t u lie love-sirk swain, who siglu and simpers, T'other bottle would artful imiles, nor am Whim , mI. i fetter you or me w -• t >r c< urtshiii bai <• n.> Is Bumperi yield us better Joys* \\ bile thus Mrth our Li mi POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Why then should dull Care per- plex us ? >\ l»y should ve not jovial be ? Since we're here we've nought to vex us ; Bumpers set from Care all free. Then let's have bumpers out of measure, Let's be gay while time we have. Follow, follow, follow Pleasure, There's no drinking in the grave. THE HOPE THAT GUIDES TO-MORROW. WHEN faithful lovers meet Ere the hour of sorrow, Hopn's radiant orb will prove The sun that knows no morrow ; But when their bosoms beat With purest throbs of pleasure, More dear than wealth possessed Is nature's boundless treasure. Grief stole the early rose From beauty's cheek for ever, But grief and absence strove In vain their hearts to sever. Once more the lovers meet, Past the hour of sorrow, Friendship and love unites The hope that guides to-morrow. IRISH HEARTS FOR THE LADIES. ONE day, Madam Nature was busy, Bright Venus beside her was seated. She look'd till her head was quite dizzy, She long'd till the job was com- pleted ; I'm making a heart, cried the goddess, For love, and its joys, all my trade is, Not a heart for a stays, or a bod- dice, But an Irishman's heart for the ladies She bound it all round with good nature ; Twai tender and soft as the dove, sir; Twas sprinkled with drops of the creature; •Twas stuff'd, too, with large lumps of love, sir . 'Twas pure as the streams from the Shannon, As warm, too, as roasted pota- toes, And just like a ball from a can- non, Is an Irishman's heart for the ladies. Then speak, yedeludersso pretty Your own silver tongues tell the story, That Irishmen melt you to pity, For they are the boys that adore ye: In love and in war we're so frisky Nor of French, Dutch, or devils, afraid is, We've lips for our girls and our whisky, And tight Irish hearts for the ladies. I FLY TO MEET MY LOVE. WHEN the bee at eve reposes On a bed of fragrant roses; When the screech-owl wings its flight, At the wished approach of night; When sweet Philomela's strains First salutes the darkened plains; Then I seek the willow grove, Then I fly to meet my love ! When the ploughman's homeward straying-, And the chirping cricket's play- ing; When the hornet, fatal bee, Tarries in the hollow tree; When the bat, with beetle eyes, Round the spiry turret flies; Then I •-eek the willow grove, Then I fly to meet my Jove! 339 Ami b ■ Mil ; k the \rillow grove, i meat m j i MAN. ! net er ih< itt-iii viih x tally dem | Ami th< u : i Lhe ( hristiaaa flout, ill me heathen J . >w I'm acting r \ > . 1 mittdl not vat tli ! . trein- m> i ires, dal it I sine .1 hungry, I claim i <• ray l ■ 1 I ' • i I, Ac. Lei ml bide ii from - stake their child i !>li>s, I'm rich, 'tis true, but Lei virtue ' I'll llt'Vn >e. ihoald i\ er j< in li in And intereat kick the b For bii*»* dwells not where gold command*, Tbou| b iiir\ may happy w \\ olll Whether Chrbtia*, Turk, or Their cuaacltiici .in, . i an iin ■ ith M, OH : EVER \\ ; <\ B mis . OH! t There lei it live its hot Ano Opprt DO* | 340 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. I thought a sylph, with Mings of I iff lit, Bid me select Hie brightest tree. And gather, for my soul's delight, A sun-hright rose, and give it thee. ! Then take this rose, and, near thy heart. Oh ! ever wear of Love this token ; And never from the dear rose part, For, if 'tis lost, my heart is broken ! • WILLY WAS A WANTON WAG. WILLY was a wanton wag, The blythest lad that e'er I saw, At bridals still he bore the brag, And carried ay the grt-e aw a ; His doublet was of Zetland shag, And wow! but Willy he was braw, And at his shoulder hang a tag. That pleas'd the lasses best of a'. He was a man without a clag, His heart was frank without a flaw : And ay whatever Willy said, It was still hadden as a law. His boots they were made of the jag ; When he went to the weapon- shaw, Upon the green nane durst him brag, The fiend a ane ainang them a\ And was not Willy weel worth gowd ? He wan the love of great and sraa' ; For after he the bride had kis>*d, He kiss'd the lasses halesale a' : Sae merrily round the ring they row'd, When by the hand he led them a', And smack on smack on them be- stiiw'd, By virtue of a standing law. And was nae Willy a great lown, Asshyi e a lick as e'er was seen ? When be danc'd with the lasses round, The bridegroom speer'd whare he had been. Quoth Willy. I've been at the ring. With bobbing, faith, my shanks are sair ; Gae ca' yonr bride and maidens in, For Willy he dow do nae inair. Then rest ye, A\ illy ; I'll gae out, And for a wee fill up the ring: But, shame light on his souple snout, He wanted Willy's wanton fling. Then straight he to the bride did fare, Says,.\veel's me on your bonny face, With bobbing Willy's shanks are sair, And I am come to fill his place. Bridegroom, she says, you'll spoil the dance, And at the ring you'll ay be lag, Unless like Willy ye advance; () ! Willy has a wanton leg: For we't he learns us a' to steer, And foremost ay bears up the ring ; We will find nae- sic dancing here If we want W illy's wanton fling. WHEN IN WAR ON THE OCEAN. WHEN in war on the ocean we meet the proud foe, Tho' with ardour for conquest our bosoms may glow, Let us see on their vessels old England's flag wave, They shall find British sailors but conquer to save. And now their pale ensigns we view from afar, ; With three cheers they are wel- com'd by each British tar, Whilst the genius of Britain still bids us advance, And our guns hurl, in thunder, defiance to France. < tear wm falling, its, they THi: DEII/S AW \ VVP THE \v THE deil cam fiddling: thro' the And «i iw And ilka Bold « >\ \\ ell inak cur mat, ami brew : ink, W «'li dance, and sine-, and re- in ; And inony thanks to the muckle black deil, t wi* the ex- ilian. There's tl i reels, and I ', man ; But I I i n*, awa wi 1 tb '.. mak, Ac. !ld — \\ aaaaj ' : '1 1 1 w EEL may the boatie row, And better may *h«- k] And Ij That wins the bairns' bl The b - Indeed : i eel may t That via* my bain- my line in r And fithea I catch'd nine ; to n And three t<> bail the line. And li I r Ula n bea \ And cl tae. And boyi our parritcfa The b , ow$ f The And happy I That wish I When Jamie row'd be wad be And \ i eel , The I' row*, An.l muckl* Wht d, And dl ''and wae, \\ li. 3 42 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. But we el may the boatie row, And lucky be her part, And lightsome be the lassie's care, That yields an honest heart. When Sawney, Jock, and Janelie, Are up, and gotten lear, They'll help to gar the boa tie row, And lighten a' our care. The boatie rows, the boalie rows, Tlie b«»atie rows fu' weel, And lightsome be her heart that bears, The murlain and the creel. And when wi' age we're worn down, And hirpling round the door, They'll row to keep us dry and warm, As we did them before. Then weel may the boatie row, She wins the bairns' bread : And happy be the lot o' a', That wish the boatie speed. THE CHESAPEAKE AND SHANNON. AT Boston one day as the Chesa- peake lay, The captain his crew thus be- gan on : — See that ship out at sea ! she our prize soon shall be ; 5 Tis the tight little frigate the Shannon. Oh ! 'twill be a good joke, To take Commodore Broke, And add to our navy the Shan- non. Then he made a great bluster, calling all hands to muster, And said, Now, boys, stand firm to your cannon; Let us get under weigh, without further delay, And capture the insolent Shan- non. We soon shall bear down on the Shannon, The Chesapeake's prize is the Shannon, Within two hours' space, We'll return to this place, And bring into harbour the Shannon '. Now alongside they range, ar. i broadsides they exchange ; But the Yankees soon flinch from their cannon, When the captain and crew, with • out further ado. Are attack'd sword in hand from the Shannon. By the tight little tars of the Shannon: The brave Commodore of the Shannon, Fir'd a friendly salute, Just to end the dispute, And the Chesapeake struck to the Shannon. Let America know the respect she should show T n our national flag and our Cannon ; And let her take heed, that tho Thames and the Tweed, Give us tars, just as bra\e a? the Shannon. Here's to Commodore Broke of the Shannon, May the olive of peace, Soon bid enmity cease. From the Chesapeake shore tc the Shannon. TELL ME, TELL ME. TELL me, tell me, charming ere? tare, Will you never ease my pain? Must I die for ev'ry feature, Must I always love in vain $ The desire of admiration, Is the pleasure you pursue ; Pr'ythee, try a lasting passion, Such a love as mine for you. Tears and sighing could not move you, For a lover ought to dare; When I plainly told I lov'd you, Then you said 1 went too far. POFI I ■ i'i tormi at its In- OU kill nif, ■ idVing heart is lei it be : But, (pit I Nairn | inc. THE POR84KBM MAID. A LASS Hi it w.s laden with euro, Sat heavily Milder a tln-rn ; .id heard t < While Hi urn : bee been ! ho. «rt it is like to despair, Wben I think on the da>s I have Ween thou, my dear shepherd, i bird did so rbeerfullj That the Cold nipping- wittlei I resembled the , ng. ms we lw« bee been ! n.« K eppy ea I, AN he let! tunc . ■ the • n! I se by our bund, i ile world with iiiik h pritle. And laugh'd at dt sire and com- ind. - NN h i L ami my eyes did l my laugu IM I \\ hel i e vai .• «ilh MIS >\ lien wo parti d last lime on the green ! Jdy dear, he would oi'tentiin. | \\ hy nee >ou hard-l M ■ I by do you Qy so a- in him that II 'hee I a«- i Mj i" ai t's hke to breeh a i r, 1 | i the days that are peel and At e'en, when Um threng'd with tb< their spoon, I ,! doe a by J And heartily - on. Sae mi 1 1 \ .< i a < twa hee b< • My ht art's like to break with despair. For the deys that will ne'er rome ereJn ! THE II I PLY. lie fond y. uth— thy t V, r. hi., alas ! can Fla\ i i do ? Thy truth I own. thy Tate deplore, A I arc ml happy that arc tr>e 344 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Suppress those sighs, and weep no more, Should heaven and earth with thee combine ; 'T were all in vain, since any pow'r To crown thy love, must alter mine. feat if revenge can ease thy pain, I'll soothe the ills I cannot cure; Tell that I drag- a hopeless chain, And all that 1 inflict endure. GIRL OF MY HEART. IN the world's crooked path where I've been, There to share of life's gloom my poor part, The bright sun-shine thatsoften'd the scene Was— a smile from the girl of my heart! Not a swain, when the lark quits her nest, But to labour with glee will de- part, If at eve he expects to be blest With — a smile from the girl of his heart! Come then crosses, and cares as they may, Let my mind still this maxim impart, That the comfort of man's fleeting day Is — a smile, from the girl of hi3 heart. A SHARP CUT FOR SLY GALLANTS. 'TWAS barber Tom one day, Took home his pretty wife, sir, And dear, the people say, He loved her as his life, sir: Yet Tom, who prized her charms, Was jealous of his honour, And so to soothe alarms, He kept his eye upon her. La ral la ral lay, la ral la ral laddy. Then Tom he took a shop Right opposite to Kitty, As folks will sometimes stop W ten people's wives are pretty} Not that he thought she should With others then be going; O! no, she was too good, But there— there is no knowing. La ral la, ral la, &c. Now, mark, how busy strife Stepped in, their joys to hinder, He found his pretty wife One day had left the window; Poor Tom began to rave, To think how 'twas he missed her, When in came Dick to shave, And swore that he had kissed her. La ral la, ral la, &c And so you kissed the dear, Says Tom — and no harm in it, Do pray, sir, take a chair, I'll shave you in a minute; Your head shall come off clean, I'll venture to denote, sir; And then, with razor keen, He cuts the fellow's throat, sir. La ral la, ral la, &c. WILLIAM AND ANNE. WILLIAM and Anne were lover? true, In the same village infants rear'd, In childhood's pranks affection grew, Which youthful passion more endear'd. To serve his king o'er ocean bound, The battle's rage had Will de- fy'd, And with success and glory crown'd Return'd to make his Anne a bride. The morn was fix'd, so smart ar- ray 'd, Will to the steeple led the way When, springing from a neigh- bouring glade, A press-gang darted on their prey; \ M) l IK) inne, ■ ho pallid i iiii Anne wide u'ei the r look'.i up i A barn lag fet • i i Uer i in, I tud. v« 11 'gaiiul tii' I lliam i the itraad, . be leap'd - In* heat amain, \\ itinii .1 .in, Bui sunk, al.ii ! t.> i i- ben Anue e*py\l, \\ bo «iarM ihe tempests I ihrieked, breathed out hi* name, and died ! now reposed in one cold TH1 L WlKK. HARK liuuts- in y long 1 delay ; e, Hie hazy r-- iiay ! nt the J>tag, the fox, the Fresh health r John, oh : praj dart ! ■ i uial To < i the I laid ? Jane, dear John, .i\ >id the That imks (a danger*! field! J life*! Oi* tantiv , I mount my in. i Ami tpen clap to hi r Jane, « here*! the ten (lor ( 1*11 ebate the stag, the fox, the hare, orb Death in ambush hide! baa t mischief ihoold bed Now John, cunvincM, dismount! his man-. of tantivy, o ! beware *. H VltK FORM I THE eiy peeping dawn from ihe monnfnjns appear*, ty'd in her mantle • r i rej , \\ bile woodlands thicket! in Await the bright m. match of • The hounds in rude harm. my join, And liai k to lip 'line- \\li ry of the mora 340 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. To horse my stout lads, and away to the field, See Jowler and Trim lead the way, There's Babbler and Tinker that never will yield, With Smoaker, old Snarler, and Tray ; They snuff the gale harder as on- ward they run, Inspir'd by the sweet winding- horn. Halloo beys, she's started, the chace is begun, And hark forward's the cry of the morn. From stubbles and pastures she takes to the heath, The only remaining retreat, But Jowler springs forward and marks her for death, And lays the poor jade at his feet. Now all his rude transport a3 homeward we bend, And sweetly resounds the blithe horn, Thus the pleasures of mortals can ne'er know an end, While hark forward's the cry of the mom. CUPID, BACCHUS, AND LOVE. VULCAN, contrive me such a cup, As Nestor us'd of old ; Show all thy skill to trim it up, Damask it round with gold. Make it so large, that fill'd with sack Up to the swelling brim, Vast toasts on the delicious lake, Like ships at sea, may swim. Engrave no battle on his cheek, With war I've naught to do; Tin none of those that took Maes- tricht, Nor Yarmouth leaguer knew. Let it no names of planets tell, Fix'd stars or constellations; For I am not Sir Sidrophel, Nor one of his relations. But carve thereon a spreading vine, Then add two lovely boys; Their limbs in amorous folds en- twine, The type of future joys. Cupid and Bacchus my saints are; May drink and love still reign; With wine I wash away my care, And then to love again. LIFE AFFORDS NO JOY BUT DRINKING. WHAT is life ? a fickle ocean ! What is joy ? a transient ray! What is love ? a youthful notion . Wine alone drives Care away. Why, then, murder time by thinks ing ? Fill my goblet, fill with wine! Life affords no joy but drinking; That alone makes man divine. What's the bigot warmed by pray- ing? What's the ad vent'rous seaman's gain? What's the soldier's zeal ? a say- ing! Wine can only fire the brain. To all ills I bid defiance, And, though mortal, prove di- vine ; With the god3 I claim alliance; They quaff nectar— I drink wine. SLY RENARD THE FOX. SLY renard sneak'd out from a farmer's hen-roost, Where a young one he'd just been a picking; Half strangled he look'd, for he could not gc loose A bone, from his throat, of the chicken ! O renard! sly renard ihe fox! POIM I > be -ee»e On 1 the t\>x! ♦» I 11 " cries isle, cat, badger, 14 He that pulls the bone out that distort! my poor chops, " |s ., ,.,..,- I'll nwaid for hi-> IIH I O iv >nard ! ily reuard the foxl A gander ad vane'd, once the pride ■ n lend of all (ale could re- mind liiin, He thrust b ik down the throat of the fox, But he left his poor head there behind him ! O renard! sly renard the fox! 1 I THIS l> I UK C.R()\ E, AND THIS THE HOW Ell. THIS i> the tall and stately p:rove W here we s > oft delighted rove To breathe the e Tins is the cool and shady bower, *W hei i >.>ft and magic poi W t nig-, sweet fair. This I stream tin, »*d, W «-"\ e « i- »*d ' 1 life ' DEAR OBJEC l OF 1)1 I E \TED I I Dl \it < bje Thou-h ■ hir. ■cUe me 1 ith ill - J'lnne ima- e .mil t!: . left. -aid, with •orrow Ume can Hut that I feel can ne'er be true; Mow of my h >pe, .My memory immortal | ZENO, PLATO, A1USTOTLE, Eeao, Plato, Aristotle, All WC! < Churchmen, lawyers, and pi nans. All admire a pretty lass* All roqaire Ev 'r> pleaaare hai Love and drinking are no tr- LET THE SLAVE OF \M- BITION. LET the ii wealth, On I A p friend* id ; True hap| W bile each moment t I- i i"d « Ith c and I 318 POPULAIl AND CHOICE SONGS. OM claret can drive away care. Health smiles on our days as they roll : What can with true friendship compare ? And a ■ Tally !' I love with my soul. Then up with your bumpers, my boys. Each hour that flies we'll im- prove, A heel-tap's a spy on our joys, Here's to fox hunting, friend- ship, and love. PHEASANT SHOOTING. THE spaniels uncoupl'd, dash over the mead, And in transport high frolicsome bound, Till check'd in their speed, by the well-known * take heed,' Obedient they quarter the ground. O'er the trees, yellow Autumn her mantle now flings, And they eagerly enter the cover; Up a cock pheasant springs, and Ih* echoing wood rings, With * dead, dead, my boys, come in here, Hover ! The sportsman pursues, over hill, over heath, Each dingle, each thicket, keen tries : Till quite out of breath, and seat ed with death, He's in turn, kill'd by Chloe's bright eyes. BLOOMING BACCHUS. BLOOMING Bacchus, ever young Sweet assuager of all care ; When invok'd by flatt'ring tongue Ever ready thou to hear. Thou dost make the coward brave, Thou dost frozen dotage warm, Thou dost freedom give the slave, And thy sons protect from harm. Thou dost in the fair one's breast Soft desires, kind wishes raise ; Whan the amorous swain is blest, Thine the conquest, thine the prize. To our vows propitious prove, We by thy assistance may Triumph o'er the god of love, Triumph o'er the god of' day CONTENTS. A Highland laddie heard of A little old woman her living Awake ! my love, the inn's An Irish lad's a jolly b . A cobler I am, ami no jobs I Aurora appearing, in gray Arise, jolly iporUmen, the All the world i* a chase - - Around the face of blue-eyed And d ik ■ hat seen A woodland life amid the bi Anil did you ne'er hear A taih»r he lived in Leicester t loV€ '• from heavenly A landlady »iie r went forth, with - Ah! why shouUi we repine at Adow i allej there Awake. A wt A mi Amo Abmi, I lo \ Adown a i 1 As benltb, i nsy beojth, from - ' At sir old yon ec PdWJ As peotlre Cbloe walk'd nl< ne w> Ah! tad the hour when I was !>> And \e shall walk in silk - - loj An obstinate man bad a s old \{H ■ bald 1 H A shepherd boy, with pale - 117 A blotting on your banner^ - Ui As blunders in Ireland, l I fell • Ii9 As bringing hum- the other - 14c Aid a tailor, kind silt, who - HI At each inn on the road I a - A traveller stopped at a - - |f| Along- the mountains of the - At the Baron of Mowbr A> you'v ntked n A damsel stood to watc h tin- A lady at her lati Ansitt me. >>• lads, \* ho - Ah, Anna, didst tfa A ynotb to me n - ■ arrnh ' A joliy miller, blithe, I nil g - i:i • IC nhj hi in 1 1 1 y - IT.i Aye! I has/4 A woman bi 1 18 At the dead f tin* nigh- CONTENTS. Page \t the front of a cottage, with l^-o \ plague of those musty old 181 As the frail bark Lost on the ib. A true sportsman am I for the 186 A Knight of the Cross from - 191 All nature was sportive. - - 197 A watchman I am, and I know 200 A fisherman's hut stood j»ear 210 All other girls I bid adieu - 215 As Kate and I down in the - 216 As Old Goody Jenkins was - ib. A pale forlorn outcast, I - - 219 Ah ! poor wretched Mary, thy ib. A rose-tree full in bearing - 220 A man without eyes, we all - 221 As through Hyde Park the - 227 A flaxen-headed cow-boy, as 237 Avert yon omen, gracious - 241 Awa wV your witchcraft o' - 242 Auld Rob the laird o' muckle 244 Across the downs this morning 251 A pretty maid, both kind and 257 Ah I now the vessel quits the 260 All the world's a lottery - - 264, An old man would be wooing; 272 Ask if yon damask rose is - 278 Ah why did I gather this - - 282 A linnet's nest with anxious - 285 As I, Barney M'Kerning, was 286 A boy in my teens just before 298 Away ! away ! ----- 305 A hero's life I sing - '- - - 309 As an Old Jack Daw and a - 316 A fond husband will, after a - 319 Aspasia rolls her sparkling - 330 Ah sure a pair was never seen 332 A cobler I am, and my name 338 And O for ane and twenty Tain 34? By pert younkers I am told - 1 Bright dawns the day, with - 11 By yon bright streamers in - 23 Bacchus, Jove's delightful boy 26 Beauty and Love once fell at 40 Bright Chanticleer proclaims 63 Behold the man that is unlucky 66 Barney Bodkin broke his nose 70 Bring flowers, young flowers, 78 Blow high, blow low, let - - 91 lien Block was a sailor, as - 135 Bacchus one day gaily striding 13S Buy my matches, good friends 163 Beats there a heart which - 172 Pagt Billy Taylor was a gay young 194 Bright. Phoebus arises the first 193 Bacchus once, inspirM by - - 199 By the side of a mountain, - 228 Be hushed, be hushed, ye - - 231 Britannia's name from age to 238 Bring ine flowers, and bring 254 Britannia, musing o'er the - 276 Believe me, Bet, this heart is 289 Boast not to me the charms 295 Bacchus must now his power 310 Eeneath a cool shade, by the 314 Come here, ye rich ; come - 3 Charming Poll, oh, hear me - 12 Come, measter, I be's going 18 Can Edward complain that - 35 Come hither! come hither! - 45 Come, buy poor Sally's - - 47 Come away, come away, hark 52 Come, let's haste to the grove 57 Come all hands, ahoy, to the 67 Come hither, come hither! - 79 Cheerily as the lark she sings 81 Come Poll, cease to patter, - 83 Come, Love, you little roguish 86 Cease, cease; those sighs I - ib. Come away, come away, - - 114 Come listen awhile to a joke 125 Care flies the brain when you 143 Come, every man now give - 175 Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring 190 Chide me, chide me, dear - 191 (.'auld blaws the wind frae - 204 Cold Winter, with an icy face 208 Come love, 1 pray don't say - 215 Come buy my pretty violets - 220 Come all you blades both high 248 Can you to the battle inarch 254 Cherry ripe, ripe, I cry - - 256 Come, push about the grog, 273 Cynthia frowns whene'er I - 275 Come arouse thee, arouse - 288 Come buy my straw, and I'll 295 Come, Hope, thou little - - 333 Can an Irishman practise such 336 Come, let us prepare - - ~ 341 Come, bind my hair, ye wood 342 Contented 1 sit with my pint 344 Care sleeps whene'er I drink 348 Do you hear brother - - - 25 Dear Kathleen, you : no doubt 30 2 'V 4h Kilt all the glass*- 1) ])«• , iiu* in i tli tu Dnp, I JO* | Down by ih bard, replete u itu 6\ Kliz-i Bicsum confusion i, living chrystals, strain'd Joi Ere the sinewy shank, that Fly, my canoe, th^ tempesl I've trarell'd 3j i 51 1 e, Ui my in . ing - 298 [•II daab aid Hark, hark, . . 1 clouded 19 - ib. liai k ! tow iu\ itiii^- \g il»ful bO Her mouth m iili n Mnile - - 53 How lilest wi - 5e Hall 1 - - 81 1 How uapps i ■ ,1, t'.it* unal is ii>. H;u k ■ - M Fr.nu 1 1 the Vulcan .^s How pleasant ;i - - 91 From place to pin from tio* wai l I ^iihly 90 His morn in 1 1 - - 104 Hen I i.-,i Here's I 1 oac 1 .1 Mail. Burguudy, lliou j ib. IN I I I : II I9i lie was ;i kin,: b! Had N#ptSJ . in.irkM 1>> lanl - - Hard l>y Claphain »«•*> _:v Hark, hark 1 1 Hou I not, j From t Hark ! the b 4 CONTENTS. Page In one thou would'st variety - 2 I'm a comical rum body every 3 Fve wandered through that - 6 I was saying- to Jack, as we - 42 If pleasure you voud know, - 43 In a nobleman's family dwelt 46 I love to see the flowing bowl 49 I am a lad well known in town 64 I've been shopping — I've been 71 Jack Binnacle met with an old 73 I was born once at home when 9S If the Frenchmen a landing - 100 If you, my charming lovely - 105 I am an auld sodger just come ib. I wish I were where Helen - 107 In Drury-lane there liv'd a - ib. If life is a bubble and breaks 111 I have oftentimes thought it 113 If love's dream be o'er - - 116 I've seen the days, when - - 117 I'm a votary of Bacchus, his - US Iu Ireland, that pretty place 1-21 I have a simple tale to tell - 192 Ir tars of their money are - 127 I heard thy fate.without a tear 1-29 In slumbers of midnight the - 136 In a village there lived an old ib. In the land of Hibernia young 137 I sing the British seaman's - 143 In the night when the watch - 149 I lov'd a pretty girl - - - - 15S I envy not the mighty great - 160 I fell in love once with a maid 166 I've got a little farm, and - 173 In Windemere Vale a rose - ISO Jenny has been to the village IS5 In the midst of the sea, like a 1S6 I arise from dreams of thee - 193 I'll come to thee when - - - 195 I am the world's epitome - - ib It 13 not for thine eye of blue 196 f'ze a poor country lad, as you 207 I sing of a seafaring lad - - 21S It is the lady of Kienast Tower 230 I met love wandering o'er the 234 I'm for Tom Tiller's golden 239 I'm jolly Dick the lamplighter 241 I knew by the noise that I - 256 Johnny Bull the other day - 25S I forget what Sterne says in - 260 If lubberly landsmen, to - - 262 In the conjugal chain firmly - 263 It was on one dusky eve - - i6T 2 I stole when night ushers (he 26^ I saw a village maiden stray 269 In Dublin that city of riches - 27" I be one of those sailors who 281 I admire that man, whose - 286 I courted Polly of Spithead - 2S7 I am a jolly fisherman - - - 290 In Cheapside there lived a - 292 I'm odd in my manners, and 305 I made a promise to be wise 311 [11 Britain, the soil which true 316 I've liv'd a life of some»few ib. In search of some lambs, from 319 I'm now a gude farmer, I've 322 1 am gone, sir ----- 3-24 Jolly friars tippled here - - 331 In sweet Tipperary, the pride 335 I am a man of learning, and 337 Is there a man that never - 339 It was Murphy Delaney, so - 346 In battle some for glory seek 348 Kitty Maggs was a servant - 93 Kitty Flannagan lived in - - 174 Kit Curricle talks of his - - 258 Let no draught than claret - 8 Let the epicure boast the - 21 Like iEtna's dread volcano, - 27 Lovely woman I adore thee - 23 Love, deceitful foe to truth - ib. Leave, neighbours, your work ib. Let sons of slaughter try their 39 Let sailors and soldiers unite 54 Let bards relate of Sue and - 93 Love fell asleep in a summer 102 Love's a dream of mighty - H)5 Let us be cheerful while we 108 Lectur'd by Pa and Ma o'er 126 Let fanciful lovers, who sing 131 Love is a flower of mental - 136 Love built a fair bower the - 148 Let the grave and the gay - 173 Long within the Danish camp 175 Llewellyn with his Patience 1S3 Let care be a stranger to each 203 Like the soft and silvery - - 20S Ladies in furs, and geminen in 224 Love, and mirth, and wine - 234 Landsmen, list to what I now 265 Low in a vale, beneath a rising 275 Lord ! Lord ! without victuals 234 Life iet us cherish while yet 291 I i.l my il was a I I - 56 - 97 tit li»i »luff, by in-, > 111 My lit i on - 1W Meet i lock by li'.| Ma ill •I man I wouh I My bu w ith raptui y Gltun - - - . » l ■ .n k— oh ! quick! My poddoss Lydla, heavenly Jl - imie, my cbannin Mulrooney* my name, I'm i No more Hie trumpet*", martial i; i Nojoj No &l"«y 1 court, no richea 1 N<»w Ned S Celia, that I juster ain 146 N Nigh) iiboura, Pin N Now t, Now we're launched on tl». Now hope and fear mj bosom JJ; 4 I M inv I >»« were l in .i b ink, . Oil! ! ■ oh, I'm call i .lul - Old Conwell, tin- • lu-r - Oli ! Gregory fted I Oli ! what a town, a hat O, when 1 w,h i in hli-unl, On, weeu not tweet maid, n Oh ! 'tis Live, 'tis lo\ e, "lii I. H Istle and I'll come to you ©•» On Baltic bl dp 71 O. M i ■ bat a •■ • 81 Of bone* and hounds, who - Si One ii - 97 o \\ illies hi i >' hi. tut 106 bat can match t:i On Olympus' huh lull, when On a bank i O Ju. I am tlyin- Our immortal poet't pfl Oh ! no, we never menl Our cock crows loud, crows - ib. Our bug-lea sung truce; for th< Of all ll. at strive to li\ O! Kilmurry M'Maiiou's a - 16k Oh, remember the time, in la 148 O ! 't i i I »7 Ob! thou u ert b O happy, happy, happy, hap Oh, listen awhile I On beds of snow tho aTMMMI 29&- Oh ! Ii<;ht is the heart « ; n bout hall One moon-shiny morning I • %IS Of all Ibe - Of all Heai Of Madam i Of all VI CONTENTS. Page O, where is my lover, so fickle 266 On a rural village green - - 259 Of tlie ancients its speaking, 263 Oh ! Charlotte, were thy words 273 O Kenmure's on and awa' - 279 O, bonnie was yon rosy brier 2S3 O ! who has seen the miller's 2S9 On the brow of a hill a young- 294 Oh why should we hope to - 296 One day when to Jove the - 297 Oh, open the door, some pity 299 Oh, cruel was my parents that 300 Over the sunny hills I stray - 302 One day as gay Bacchus a - 304 Old Flam was a lawyer so - 310 Oh, lady! I've dreamt of thee 317 Oh, yes, dear love, so tenderly 319 Oh the gallant fisher's life - 320 One midsummer morning as I 321 Oh! sweet 'tis to wander - - 325 Of the tind'rest of flesh I - -328 Oh ! many a mountain I wearily 330 Oh ! mine be the cottage - - 334 One negro come from Jenny 338 Poor Polly Avas mad, and she 5 Pibroch, of Donnell Dhu! - - 19 Poor Savage compared a lost 48 Poor Orra, tink of Yanko dear 89 Palkawulka, the queen of the 115 Potatoes grow in Limerick, - 123 Pretty tube of mighty power 204 Peace be to those who nobly 218 Poor William was landed a - 241 Prepare, prepare, we're - - 275. Potatoes now blossom, and - 278 Receive, dear mAid, the - - 31 Reuben he had wit and grace 74 House, rouse, jolly sportsmen 77 Rail on at joys that are not - 1.27 Roy's Wife of Aldivalock - - 212 Rise, fair maiden, from thy - 260 Resplendent gleam'd the - - 308 Roused from his covert, the - 344 Silence ! take notice, you are 6 Should e'er I brave the - - 7 Shadows of Beauty - - - - 10 Sir Solomon Simons, when he 16 Sweet to the morning traveller 17 Stand to your guns my hearts 32 So varinly we met, and so - 39 2 Page Since our foes to invade us - 63 Said a steak to a chop - - ib. See the course throng'd with S3 Should danger e'er approach 86 Smile again my bonny lassie 103 St. Patrick you know Mas a - 134 Search all the world, high and 161 Sad sorrow's cloud has pass'd 182 Stranger, didst thou ever - 197 Sbenkin was born in - - 201 Since I'm nam'd for a song - 215 Sweet Fanny is timid and - 218 Say, what is love ? that to the 220 Since then I'mdoom'd this sad 223 Search Erin all over, you - - 222 Since the muse in our time's ib. Sir Jerry Go-Niinble was lame 226 Some say that a bachelor's life 230 See the jolly god appears . - 232 Sam Spritsail's a lad you'll - 246 Sir Gooseberry Gimcrack was 255 Should employment you want, ib. Sure every man in his way is 257 Silence ye waltzers and - - 270 Since to draw the long bow, 274 See ruddy Aurora begins to 276 Sweet Kilruddery, where I - 290 Should the rude hand of care 291 See Sol sweetly smiles with 296 Some praise the dulcet-lute ib. Some folks in my place, now, 306 Says the parson of the parish, 313 Stella and Flavia every hour 323 Soft downy steep ! oh, soothe 325 Show me a lawyer refusing a 345 Since Zephyrus first tasted ihe 347 Thou lingering star with - - 4 The shepherd whistles on his 5 Time cannot change my love 9 The cloth taken out, and fresh 10 Two real lovers, with one - ib. Through deserts we roam, yet 11 The martial pomp, the - - 13 The British tar no peril knows 14 'Twas Pat of Londonderry - ib. The ship is sinking rapidly, - 18 The gallant ship was under - 19 The priest of the parish must 22 The sailor sighs as sinks his - 24 The rose which you gave me 27 This cold flinty heart it is you 30 The maid who'd wish to - - 31 « '. I : i . *Tv»hi Saturday night, l Tw;i> I J i fis 1 lo ib i d in the bumble i I in- fear* not tin.* r j fresh, tlu* s 1 tiom I - 96 Tlu* , ■ i <• - - 101 The birds i t in.> Tli* d.«> -b To 1 1 > in gout, \\s Tlie itbades from the mountain 113 i allowM the world over— 119 Tight l iail*d w it:., Thro - 194 The clouds thai rest oi\ the The world, my dear Myra! is 131 The moment Aurora peep'd Thii visionary theme is thine 184 The night is dark and dreary 137 Then little island US The night when my hero, Tom 1*5 The world's a strange world, 155 The water rush'd, the water \bC> i not the ruile m aves that 164 The day wis doted, the moon 166 I i softly sighing 167 one night, I'm told 163 i u ten o'clock one - - - ib. The sound of the dram calls 170 The way u;is dark and dreary 177 The \ ploughs 179 i \ ou sir ib i k within a b | 1 i mighty fine thing, to he 186 168 i is landlady Meg, that • SO* To the Old, long life and - table i lad cu - - ill Think on that look of humid 1 .1, and 'ilJ The ithei s to i lurbauM Turk ma . I I Pmmt - 43J • M6 'I'll"' many a n> mu I | i i l ho winds whittled shrilly, 259 Tisal tu<- jacket i •. 946 The viands clear'd, let nought 859 The g . 964 The hearth swept 265 Though vomani i - 967 The yellow hair'd laddie s;i; i limner night was clear 983 The roads were encumber'd 999 The kaight of the borders i i nth is a loperand driai The lily enamels the vale The ploughman whistles | *Twas Love, 'twas L -ve, that ib. Tom Clewline's heart three i il at the bi*eak of da«y v. c The well rigg'd Triton was for 311 The load wind roarM,tne rain 319 This morning very handy - - lb. Tantivee, tivee, tivee, tivee, Jil Thy Highland coCfWaere - - That life is a picture of st ran ■ The orange flower The world's seven WOad i per, while with - 337 The Nightiugale«Club in a - 31i Undaunted in peril and - - 41 Unfurled were the sail-, - - M Up, up, in the morn - - - - 45 Unkennel, uncouple the houm Upon a summer afternoon - 7 1 Up, comrades, up — see the - 110 Upon the salt seas, with my 11 » V&lsh te natter, goot folks - 69 When a trembliu | 4 W hen a ship is full freighledwith 19 \\ "ilh spirits, then, Dickey - 99 When to lovely woman's power as \\ ouldst thou know, my lad - ib With my pipe in one hand, - 46 \\ lit thou say farewell, |o\o - 49 When first I saw her charming ib. When the drum beats lo am - 1 Woald sou see the world iii - 5S \\ hen the n .g 5* \\ ben last I went - - - ib. CONTENTS. Page Whilst happy in my native land 66 When first a babe upon the - 70 While nostrums are held out to 71 When wild wars deadly blast 74 Who has e'er been in London, 76 When I was bnt a tiny boy - 84: Who better knows the world ib. When first in Lunnun 1 - - S9 Why, fair maid, in ev'ry - - 94 Where the rising forest spreads 96 Where's hope to yonder pit'ous 98 We've chang'd with - - - 101 What a life, gude wives, is ours 102 When scarce a handspike high 103 When first he woo'd, and won 104 When Yanko dear fight far - 106 Where is the land which - - 110 We come into this world to 116 When angry nations rush to 124 With cash taper grown - - 130 When faintly gleams the - - 13* Why hangs that cloud upon 139 Within this shelter'd mossy 144 Weigh anchor, bear off to the 150 When back to Minister I do go 153 When infant breathl thoughtless 179 When the winter wind whistles 182 While the lads in the village 1S3 When the rude yell of war - 185 Wha wadna be in love - - - 191 When lightnings pierce the - 195 Why that sadness on thy - - 196 When Edward first heard - - ib. When a lad comes a courting 204 When the Royal Exchange - 210 When you tell me your heart 212 With shatter'd limbs Jack - 213 When William at eve meets ib. What's Billinsgate to me ?, - ib. What tho' yon blossoms a - - 215 When generous wine expands 217 What beauties does Fiora - - ib. Why tarries my love - - - 219 Wake, maid of Lorn, the - - 237 We are all of us labourers, - 238 What joys with the bottle - 242 Well, say, can you fancy me, 249 When'er I chance a bit to - 250 When hoary frost hung on - 25S 9 Page When first my master talkM 261 When Sol's refulgent rays are 273 When thou shalt see his bosom 277 While others delight of these 278 Why should life in sorrow be 279 When first my heart e'er - - 281 When bidden to the wake or 283 When the hollow drum has - 292 While, Strephon, thus you - 294 We'll put a sheep-head i' the 297 Where cowslips sweet adown 303 When first a little Sinouchy, no 306 When at sea we slave, both far 327 When I was a mighty small - 334 When I took my departure - 340 When the Sun beams bright 345 Your slack-jaw belay, if you - 1 Young Guillot, a poor simple 8 Ye mariners of England - - 15 Ye landsmen and ye seamen, 29 You ask how it comes that I 94 Ye lasses and bucks, come - 95 Young Harry would a courting 99 Young Love in a transport - ib. Ye ling'ring gales that feebly 105 You ask me, sweet maid, if 112 Young Susan had lovers so - 116 Youth its nimble, age is lame 128 Young Jockey he courted - 130 Youth and Old Age went out 133 You may feast your ears with 15a Yet though I've no fortune to 153 Yes, Fortune, I have sought 162 Young Cupid has plenty of - 184 Ye jolly true blues of the - - ib. Young Roger is a bonny lad 187 You ask me what sort of a - 206 Young Lubin the shepherd oft 210 Young Harry lov'd the rural 221 Young William was a sailor 222 Youthful hearts of love's - - 22S Young William, when he left 239 Ye youths who delight love's 244 Young Will of the brook did 266 Your laughter I'll try to - - 2S» Ye lovers, behold a poor - - 317 Ye lads of tLue spirit, pay - 333 TOASTS AND SENTIMENTS. JGeorge tbe Fourth — may 1. ■ merit the esteem ami me* f a people nlway- f grati- tude <>u them 1 ho really de- ve it. Health to the king— prosperity to the people— and may the ministry direct their endea- vours to the public g"od, ra- ther than engage in party dis- tinct: Mav the blossoms of liberty never blighted. May e piity govern each branch law. we never want spirit and re- iiul de- fend our independent) i the powerful attack of un- bridled am May paper-credit id to ealo.ua without uncharitable: •abjecta, loyal without servi- lity — ami, as citizens, fiee M itliout 1.1 and bound- ! y. : ery. 1 May we always detest the hulHch of those who attempt to die- unite the interest of our Kin^- and country, which should be < r inseparable. Love, liberty, and length of bliss ful .1 Holy pastors, boat and humane rulers. Honour and affluence to the pa- trons of trade, liberty, and properly. Improvement to the inventions of our country. Improvement to our arts, and in- vention to our at I water to the enemies of the constitution. May our enemies never taste the union- dish — roast-beef, cake*, puddings, and |>otnt ir trade and ma i. be ■ of monopoly. May the whole world b ami more euli. i ci- vilised* May religious and civil liberty Bl- ind in hand. . dent n>>r quity in- a tanction t.» errors to mankind. TOASTS AND SENTIMENTS Love to one, friendship to a few, and good-will to all. Love for love. May all mankind make free to enjoy the blessings of liberty, but never take the liberty to subvert the principles of free doin. May the laws never be miscon- strued. May Britons never have a tyrant to oppose. May Britons never invade the rig-hts of others. May the miseries of war never more have existence among the enlightened nations. Love in every breast, liberty in every heart, and learning iti every head. Our constitution, as settled at the Revolution. Our country— may it continue to be the land of liberty to the end of the world. Short parliaments and unbiased freeholders Success to that government which prefers armed citizens to armed slaves. May all partial and impolitic taxes be repealed. May truth and liberty prevail throughout the world. May the protecting arm of the ci- vil power always defend our rights. Success to the industrious pea- santry of Great Britain and Ireland, and may they profit by their industry. Success to our arms by sea and land. Short shoes and long corns to the enemies of Great Britain. The commerce of Britain and Ire- land. The abolition of domestic slavery throughout the world. The universal advancement of the arts and sciences. May the health of our Sovereign keep pace with the wishes of his people. 8 Disappointment to all who form expectations of olaces and per., sions on the ruin of their country. Everlasting life to the man who gave the death-blow to the slave trade. Firmness in the senate, valour ii> the field, and fortitude on the waves. Love without fear, and life with- out care. Life, love, liberty, and true friendship. May those who delight in war share its calamities May the blessings of Peace con- tinue to us the blessings of Plenty. May the Brave never want pro- tection. May the populace of our country be remarkable for their loyal- ty and domestic happiness. May the pleasures of Britons be pure as their breezes, and their virtues firm as their oaks. May the hospitable hearts of the Sons of Blunder never be se- duced from their attachment to the constitution. May all the governments of the world speak the will, and pro- mole the happiness, of the go- verned. May the Soldier never fall a sa- crifice but to glory. May the brow of the brave never want a wreath of laurel to adorn it. Greenwich Hospital, and health to its supporters. May every Briton be loyal, and find a loyal protection. May the rights of Great Britain never be invaded by foreign- ers. May the adjective Victorious, be ever joined to the substantive Britain. Confusion to those despots who combine themselves against the liberties of mankind. ■ !i;n i s. i.i i Ul .111.1 sill.). - , j Un e, roduce of Britain e\ er i iimption. it and iuto- ikiitd. the abolition (»f i .ule. r and -'very •ailed, t« d war lot en'- hearts, and concord lo the i • I ut Eur i.ii'.ii to those who w. ; patriotism, pull it <>ff, and desert the c liberty in the hour of trial, i principles no\ ( i manner-. of the king and l revel in tain, <>r her ' hempen h itain or i'oii- |dol. nerai ihe K i n_r ul 9 iiel. I taeoa May tam .i May e\ . r\ itury glorious Rf\ oluti >n, bletoiiigi oi* them, .in., nut them to mi Impaired and impn r\ Tlie Gioriousi Revolution, which placed a William on the d when his suc- tc ssow baaard another l; lutiou, may they be fa and only victu May t!u- tword <•!' justice be •swayed by the hand May i ■ ■owtb in tin. Britanu May i Briton scorn the big b All our Nobles, and all \. heart-.. All the societies promoting the I the human A la*tin- C( A Venus born from Ocean's bed — Britannia. Brunswick's till :! Mi> t tfl « it' I stlmable. mistress, nor May the united km-.i in Britain and li equall \ • lore • f liben pa« hm. ■ TOASTS AND SENTIMENTS. A bottle at night and business in the morning-. A hearly supper, a good bottle, and a soft bed, to every man who fights the battles of his country. A full belly, a heavy purse, and a light heart. Cheerfulness in our cups, content in onr minds, and competency in our pockets. Good wine and good company to the lovers of reasonable en- joyment. When Bacchus presides at the board, may Reason and Pru- dence be his chief supporters. While we enjoy ourselves over the bottle, may we never drive prudence out of the room. .Ability to serve a friend, and ho- nour to conceal it. Friendship without formality, and love without flattery. Friendship without interest, and love without deceit. Fidelity to our friends, and feel- ing to our enemies. Friendship in a palace, and false hood in a dungeon. Gratitude toourfriends, and grace to our foes. Gratitude to preserve old friend?, and good behaviour to pro- cure nev/ ones. Home pleasant, and our friendt at home. In friendship and love may wo never know vexation. The jolly sportsman that never beats about the bush. A heart to feel and a hand to &»ve. Happiness to those who wish it to others. Lenity to the faults of others, and sense to discover onr own. May the son of our friend live to be a better man than his fa- ther. A good horse, a warm house, a onug estate, and agreeable wife, to every one that de- rerves them. Every tiling of fortune but her in- stability. Couscious innocence, and constant independence. Fortune to the brave, and content- ment to honesty. Gratitude to acknowledge favours , done. A pot and n whiff; and a good- natured wife. As sensibility is the child of na- , ture,may it ever be cherished. : Gratitude to remember, and sense [ to forget. May the folly of those who ape the manners of the great be I always held op to ridicule. TH CYCLOPAEDIA OF POPULAE S N G "i HE Bin riSH flag FLI] i HE mai.v "i OUR ilack-jaw belay, if you ask nion, Our flag 'tia to hoist to the l>r« < Or die at our guns, ere we yield the dominion \\ e proudly possess of the Our birthright recorded in mari- time story, Which 'gainst the whole world 1 e'll maintain ; Aud ever obey'd, shall the symbol or y» The British flag, fly at the main. Our rule to dispute, urg'd by envy and rancour, Oft navy to navy hath join'd, Bui promptitude ever halh prov'd our sheet ancfa Aud battled their efforts com- bin'd. Indignant, defiance our guns hurlM tn thunder, Their threats we return with disdain ; The envy at onre of the world, and its wonder, The British Bag flies at the main. Iu vain ihi|M and commerce Gaal*i i ,.t may try ral aid ail implore : Our maritime rights t • . lonf And ■hot Bai true lo ourselves 'mid the world*i wide rommoi We bravely those r. maintain ; And for ever the glory ami | of the ocean, The British flag flies at the main. BY PERT YOUNKEltS I AM TOLD. BY pert younkers I am told. M A man a I sixty waxelh old ;'* and pshaw! for jibes and je» i \ igoar contradicts such sneers. I 1 feet Come— just one e: Yet my own feet firmer \ i Here and there. If teeth be 'Faith! my colt's tooth is not Though these brows be lac'd with snow, Summer's heat beneath may glow ; Etna's pate, like mine, is In eternal wreaths of frost; Yet, within dwell ruddy fire>; Type of mine, and lov. While around, deep blu- tn Ine t lusters of the fruitful vine. Venus ! cast to ranting boys lilies, and such | Flowers, like youth, which 1 - And tO-mOrrOW show d«cay; Bat tO me tli\ m\ | | I hat en ui ,i\ Myrtles here wire filly - I, like thom, am e\er gteen. B POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. A HIGHLAND LADDIE HEARD OF WAR. A HIGHLAND laddie heard of war, Which set his heart in motion; H^ heard the distant cannon roar, He saw the smiling- ocean; Come weal, come woe, To sea he'd go, And left one morning early; Loch Lomond Ben And the willow glen, And Jean that lov'd him dearly. He wander'd east, he wander'd south, But joy he could not find it; Bit he found out this wholesome truth, And had the sense to mind it, Of a' the earth, The bonny north To cherish late and early; Loch Lomond Ben, And the willow glen, And Jean that lov'd him dearly. VARIETY IN ONE. !N one thou would'st variety, Cried Dick, would'st thou on wedlock fix ? I rather should expect, cried I, Variety in five or six; But never was thy counsel light, I'll do't, my friend ! — So said, so done, I'm noosed for life, and Dick was right, I find variety in one. Her tongue has more variety Than music's system can em- brace ; She modulates through every key, Squeaks treble, and growls dou- , ble-bass; Divisions, runs, and trills, and shakes, Enough the noisy spheres to stun: Thus.ns harsh discord music makes, I find variety in one. a Her dress boasts such variety, Such forms, materials, fashions hues; Each animal must plunder'd be, From Russian bears to cocka- toos ; Now 'tis a feather, now a zone, Now she's a gypsy, now a nun • To change, like the cameleor., prone — En'L this variety in one ? In wedlock's wide variety, Thought, word, and deed, we both concur, If she's a thunder-storm to me, So I'm an April day to her : Devil and angel, black and white, Thus as we Hymen's gauntlet run, And kiss and scold, and love and fight, Each finds variety in one. Then cherish love's variety, In spite of every sneerifcg elf; We're Nature's children, and en't she, In change, variety itself? Her clouds and storms are willed by fate, More bright, to show her ra- diant sun : Hail then, blest wedlock, in whose state Men find variety in one. HOT CODLINS. A LITTLE old woman her living' got By selling hot codlins, hot! hot , hot! And this little old woman who cod- lins sold, Though her codlins were hot, thought she felt herself cold; So to keep herself warm, she thought it no sin, To fetch herself a quartern of— — Ri tol, &c \M) ( »oi Latt, And, it And I This 11 her codlim appl ■ did fc i sent the old woman latter BJ tol, &c. fhe little old woman then up the All in a fury, hoi ! hot! hoi! -urr, never were kn They never will let an old Now here is a moral, round let it buz, — If you mean to sell codling get Ui t I'M A COMICAL HLM BODY. I'M a comical rum body i body limit say, If I set up for somebody, n will say I Pm no swagger i i any see, But, love you, I noboi lid diddy, &c 9 brine about i tt-:i yon i ly, — nobody Tol 1 i. >t a farthing- O, so had me in Common- irdeu O, thii comes of win- ning body— if somebody wo'n't let r nobody— nob* d in.-. Tol lol, Ac. AND WHILE TH !NES MAKE ouit HAY. COME here, ye rich ; i here, h humble AN ho, while the IV make i\ plumed lady, wiili ml she In c \\ i maJu B i POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Nature we love, and Art. we hate, Ami blithe, and cheerful as the day, We sing-, and bless our humble fate, And, while the sun shines, make our hay. Ifodge goes a courting to his mate, Who ne'er coquets, nor says him nay, But shares, content, an humble fate, And, while the sun shines, they make hay. The captain puts on board bis freight. And cuts through waves his dang'rous way ; But. we enjoy a gentler fate, v And, while the sun shines, make our hay. See Hodge, and Dick, and Nell, and Kate, Iu the green meadow frisk and play, ^nd own that happy is our fate. Who, while the sun shines, make our hay. ome, then, and qirit each glitter- ing bait, Simplicity shall point the way To us, who bless our humble fate, And, while the sun shines, make our hay. TO MARY IN HEAVEN. THOU lingering 1 star, with lessen- ing ray, That lovest to greet the early morn, Again thou usherest in the day, My Mary from my soul was torn. O Mary, dear departed shade ! Where is thy place of blissful rest ? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid? Hearest thou the groans that rend his breast ? 3 That sacred hour can I forget? — Can I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met To live one day of parting love? Eternity will not efface Those records dear of trans- ports past, — Thy image at our last embrace ; — Ali ! little thought we 'twas ouf last ! Ayr, gurgling, kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thickening, green; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twined amorous round the rap- tured scene. The flowers sprang wanton to be prest, The birds sang love on everr spray, Till too, too soon, the glowing west Proclaimed the speed ot winged day. Still o'er these scenes my mem'ry wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression stronger makes, As streams their channels deep- er wear. My Mary, dear departed shade. Where is thy place of blissf:' rest? Seest thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hearest thou the groans that rend his breast ? HE'S THE MAN TO WIN THE DAY. WHEN a trembling lover dies, With a heart brimful of woe. Stands aloof and when he sighs, What he wants wo'n't let us know ; Let him go, let him go, Women are not conquered so. POP! But the youth v iv, let lii in i OD MO&NU 4 WAKE! Hill ruing-, ; j the btau day, \\ hen you « fair loetre "\\ hen with a ki»>s we bade adieu ! a\M. flit's left me but the t! v «u; Then, B from thy bed of A\akinge\es 1 1 1 y love restoring truth >ou"ve i ft Con- ine, then repeat ■ Good 1 morning. LIFE, OR THE SMILING Flu i on his way, ry clouds fly wild The mountains smoke, the . no shelter find, ^ . t vU.tll the ) e m sub- 9 M ; the cry! coan ea 0% no: Yet Ja |»e is pulled, he views tho And, aa the fears of death sub- side, Thinks of his smiling' fire-side. Thus does the day of lit . . from itsamiling i e world oar form, And we are caught in in. Yet pilot-honour shall n And, t ■ Delight our sn POOR POLLY, THK MAD GIRL. I'OOR, Polly was mad, and ! ail alone, Her bed the damp turf, and her pill' But bei piti, Q POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Her hair was dishevelled, and straw bound her head, And lovely her face, though its roses were fled ; Her notes, though untutored by musical art, Were plaintively wild, and sunk deep in the heart ; And the strain that unceasingly flowed from her breast Was, M the vulture has plundered the nightingale's nest." Quite frantic I saw her, and pitied her fate, I wept, and my bosom was swell- ing with hate; My curses, perfidious despoiler, were thine; My sorrow was offered at Sympa- thy's shrine. For remorseless thou fledst her, and scoffed at her pain, Thou alone art the vulture that prey'st on her brain. THE HIGHGATE OATH. SILENCE! take notice, you are my son, Full on your father look, sir ; This is an oath you may take as you run, So lay your hand on the horn- book, sir. Homaby, Thornaby , Highgate and Horns, And money by hook or by crook, sir. Spend not with cheaters, or coz'- ners, your life, Nor waste it on profligate beauty ; And when you are married, be kind to your wife, And true to all petticoat duty. Dutiful, beautiful, kind to your wife, And true from the cap to the shoe-tie. To drink to a man, when a woraau is near, You never could hold to be right, sir; Nor, unless 'tis your taste, to drink small for strong beer, Or eat brown bread when you can get white, sir. Mannikin, cannikin, good meat and drink, Are pleasant at morn, noon, and night, sir. To kiss with the maid, when the mistress is kind, A gentleman ought to be loth, sir; But if the maid's fairest, your oath does not bind, Or you may, if you like it, kiss both, sir. Kiss away, both you may, sweetly smack night and day, If you like it, you're bound by your oath, sir. When you travel to Highgate, take this oath again, And again, like a sound man and true, sir; And if you have with you some more merry men, Be sure you make them take it too, sir. Bless you, son, get you gone, fro- lic and fun, Old England, and honest true blue, sir. THE DEAREST, SWEETEST SPOT IS HOME. I'VE wandered through that In- dian land, Where Nature wears her rich- est hue; I've stood upon the Grecian strand, And gazed upon the waters blue : I've strayed beneath a myrtle grove, On Arno's banks, when day has set, And heard the Italian's song of love Come softly from his gondolet; roi'i i.uc \M) chok ule we in, ' tin* tints in which T/U.U proud- d ivrstcd of perfume my native vale, i mine round my c t« Ined, That wafl their fragrance on the Have rharmi to my id : ide we i in, I >t, is home. A GIItL, A Bl'Ml'KIt, AM) A FRIEND. AN Irish lad's a jolly b lull of frolic, mirth, and fun; I and women all his joy, And from a t'ot- he'll never run And whether he is rich or not, He ne'er feels discontent at all ; hen he cash in store ha ita till he has spent it all. Och so frisky, Fond of whiskey, Joy is never at an end ; - his boast. And tliis hi* tonst, irl, a bumper, and a friend. i free from cancan Irish boy ! to all formality, lal life his oulj joy, Hi-, motto— Hospitality. lis monarch, too, he'll dearly love, Hi-, measures, faith, he'll back *em all ; a\nd as tor foes, he'll quickly prove How nailly he can whaek email. He'll ilanrc, and sing 6 I save the king, Success the noble rrovru attend ; All cares deride, No wish betide A girl, a bumper, and a friend. 4 i - ill left to bo had, Ami pays while nine och! Then take my hand, oh, Fanny, Ami make no farther pother, och ! My heart is yours— things cb prove \N e'l e made for one another, och ! \\ 'e'll sing and play, No larka more . Our joy shall never have an end ; iafa beside Our fireside, My ■ ife, a bumper, and a friend. AND STILL WITH LOVE, WITH HOPE INSPIRE MK. SHOULD e'er I brave the foam. ing |4 And hear the bursting tempest sound, 1 could behold, with heart at The fbe'i dread thunder roll around. For o'er the vessel, clothed in light, Would flit a guardian angel bright. 'Midst every form of death to fire me, And still with love— with hope in- spire me. Or in the ranks of martial war. When vengeance bids the bo- som glow From my lored country wand'- tar, \\ here all is death, despair, and my rude pillow, clothed in light, Would Hit a guardian angel bright. 'Midst ev'ry ■haft ^l death to tiro me, And still with love— with hope in* spire me POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. THE PULLET. Ob, you wicked young dog. fot YOUNG Guillot, a poor simple A K hi ?^ ult T swa j n Absolution I never can give, Bur with some little cunning at ] Til1 *° P»P«f repentance you're least brought: When bis conscience no more! And pray whereabouts does she could contain, . IV , . . . . »„.„.. To relieve it would hie to his A ffood joke, cried out Guillot, priest, Well, son, what d'ye come to con- fess ? These young sinners are always in barm, Why, sir, I'm in mighty distress, I've pilfer'd some eggs from a farm. Oh shameful !— and where were they laid ? In the hen-house upon a high shelf. Cried the priest, I must stop this , vile trade, — So next time took the eggs for himself. Master priest, I'm not quite such an elf; You must e'en be content with the eggs, For the pullet I'll keen to my- self. When again to confession he went, Well, my son, what has hap- pened afresh ? Why, you know, sir, we all should I Then WAITER, BRING ANOTHER BOTTLE. LET no draught than claret weak- er Chill the hearts at banquets glowing; Temp'rance chokes the droughty speaker, Drinking sets the throttle flow- she Oh repent. When we're carnal, and giy'n to the flesh. l>fow my neighbour's sweet daugh- ter—Ob, oh ! His sweet daughter, well, — when I would see, Unknown to her father I go; For I love her, and, sir, loves me. And pray is she handsome ? dear; She's an angel ! has plenty of pelf! I charge you no more interfere ; For, thought he, I'll have her myself. These crimes from your heart you must wean ; You must penance perforin, and let blood. What's her age? Sir, she's just seventeen. Seventeen and an angel ! that's good. 9 when bumpers warm the throttle, Sober wisdom Ever is dumb, While we push on Hot discussion : — Not a doubt, sir! Hear me out, sir : I denied it, — To decide it, Waiter, bring another bottle ! Mellow lawyers lose their prosing Jolly saints their dull decorum; Doctors own the fudge of dosing, Save with that which stands be- fore 'em. That will cure you, ill or not ill. Gout severe, ah? Drink Madeira. Feverish palate ? Stick to claret. Buzz you close, sir, That's a dose, sir* Quick imbibe that, I prescribe that: Waiter, bring another bottle! • LAI \m> < HOU i imen, (ion ; dunning e at law their sleepy ac- i ; — l i t'other not ill, — i k j i ufle. utile, j trial iv dry all, lr spite all, And unites all, . Thii decree in— r, bring another bottle ! B WITH DIANA I'LL HAM I.N \\\ A\ . HARK, hark, from the woodland* loud swelling horn, In\ ites to the sports of the chase ; ruddy, how bright, and how cheerful ihe m healthy and blooming each ice. e prove with Diana I'll hast- bta of the >uudi art- nil out, hark, hark While echo replies to the horn. I health •till attend! through the iporta of the tic-iil. r mountain and valley we The joy of the chase health and an yield, know. \ e, Ac. Our innocent pastimes each \ bare, • nvv defy, v I llowed "by despair, I youth would de- bt roy. To the £i 9 TIM! LOt i . TIME For when, in age, thy ft ■ be Sweet HlUtk to thy I. \\ hen thote i..ve dan shall lade, That now thy inmost And silver those bright ringlets ■had Ah! think not that Til lore thee lees. And when, at last, we're doomed to lav, Mid kindred dust, our a«-cd loads, OYr us shall cheering sun-In play. And one tree shade our narrow beds ! And as the winds < f heaven strew its Rowrets o'er that bod of thine, Ere they, my I .„., <;t;l ... you. They'll .shed their trembling leaves on mine. O GIN MY LOTE U ERE ^ lil.l) ROC ° ( ' ,N '"> !©▼« were yon r. i , l hat throws apon the castle And l atyael 1 a dran o 1 dew, Into her boanle bree O there, beyond express!* n Most Id ft , tut) a' the n Seal'd on her ■ilk-saft fauld rest Till fleyMnwn' by PlicrbuO light. I WP purple bl And i, n bird to shelter i 'i.ed mi my little wingi 30 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. How I wad mourn when it was torn By autumn wild and winter rude ! But I wad sing on wanton wing", When youthfu' May its bloom renewed. SHADOWS OF BEAUTY. SHADOWS of Beauty, Shadows of Power, Ilise to your duty, This is the hour; Walk, lovely and pliant, From the depth of this fountain, As the cloud-shapen giant Bestrides the Hartz mountain ! Come, as ye were, That our eyes may behold The model in air Of the form I will mould, Bright as the iris, When ether is spanned! — Such his desire is; Such my command! Demons heroic ! Demons, who wore The form of the stoic, Or sophist of yore ; Or the shape of each victor From Macedonia boy, To each bright Roman picture, Who breathed to destroy! Shadows of Beauty ! Shadows of Power! Up to your duty, This is the hour. ABOUT LONG ENOUGH. THE cloth taken out, and fresh liquor brought in, You ask for a song, and expect I'll begin ; When a man's once knocked down there's no saying I wo'n't, He may sing if he likes, and he must if he don't. Tol de rol, &c That point being settled, I come to the next, And now, like the parson, I look for my text ; For, in writing a song, 'tis as well, without doubt, To be able to tell what the ditty's about. Tol de rol, &c. Should my song treat of physic, you'll call it a pill— And ask, can I think such good company ill ; Should I sing about law, 'twould your patience offend, For with that once begin, you'll ne'er find an end. Tol de rol, &c. Or why about war should I drum in your ears, Or bore ye with mortars, or tall grenadiers ? To put wine in my song I were easily able, But isn't there plenty of that on the table? Tol de rol, &c For politic matters I care not two pins, Nor value a button the outs or the ins ; What's your song then about ? you may cry, in a huff: Why, I answer, I think, 'tis — About long enough. Tol de rol, &c. THE BROKEN GOLD. TWO real lovers, with one heart, One mind, one sentiment, one soul, In hapless hour were doomed to part At tyrant duty's harsh control. They broke in two a golden coin. In token that their love should hold, And swore when fate their hands should join, To join again the broken gold. I'oi'l LA It 11 A ii' I . i in their oployed, lt< the broken (old. i psed, they Hushed rv'ry tVar, dead all rrow and re While to the fond embrace they W hich Love sat uniling i hold, [u token that their hearts were true, They fondly joined the broken LIVE AND BE JOLLY. THROl'GH deserts we roam, yet fat plenty We find, i paunch jolly t\-i\ t and a i >ily mindj Maintains we climb — o'er no ■ roll, n must pay up toll. So equal our justice, all share the And < i a trifle to mend To be it trifles is trifling and l The i life is to live and jolly. The < (ale, and we find at | i ullets, and fnars, and flas- ine ; 9 While .lor with f< with laughter \ To be nice about and tolly, The right end of life i- I I illy. BRIGHT DAWNS THE 1) I BRIGHT dawns the day, with ills the hunters to the Cl \\ itli musical horn, Kalute the gay morn, Hillio! hillio! and prepare, \\ Ith enlivening soiuuu, BnCOtirage J our hounds To rival the speed ot the deer! And out his lair, To the woodlands repair. Hark ! bark ! h aired thej cry, Then Heel o'er the plain, \\ oil gallop amain, And all in a triumph ol . and ye ho, boys, Right on, my boys, and not! (ear, \ our name, nor 1 .. rear O'er heaths, hills, and Through forests, and H Hillio! hillio ! and ai The welkin resounds \\ ith the cry of the h ' Quick, spur on , no delay ! Lo, t h All the pack*! at a ■( The .heir pri/ The we km reaoamda unda, ! horns wind Ins knell, and Ve up, and J 12 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. HOW SWIFTLY WEARS THE I l lot f for duck » fat ' feir » and ***" SUMMER NK.HT. xt ' ., •> i n *i ~ Now on the spit 1 smell the HAIL to the cold and clouded roust: beam, Pale pilgrim of the troubled sky! Hail, though the mists that o'er thee stream Lend to thy brow their sullen dye! How should thy pure and peace- ful eye But not that duck :— sweet Poll, surrender Yourself, the duck that I prize most. Dear duck, could I but have the luck in, All plump and feathered to my taste, Untroubled, view our scenes , j vou i (1 , from greasy kitchen below ? piucking, Or how a tearless beam supply, To light our world of war and woe ? Fair queen ! I will not blame thee now, As once by Greta's fairy side: Each little cloud that dimmed thy brow Did t lien an angel's beauty hide ! And if the shades I then could chide, Still are the thoughts to memory dear, For, while a softer strain I tried, They hid my blush, and calmed my fear. Then did I swear thy ray serene, Was formed to light some lonely dell, By two fond lovers only seen, Reflected from the crystal well ; Or sleeping on their mossy cell, Or quivering on the lattice bright, Or glancing on their couch to tell How swiftly wears the summer night. A CHOICE DUCK. CHARMING Poll, oh, hear me raving, Why did you bolt the kitchen - door? Tis you alone can stay my crav- ing, Let me in, 1 ask no more. 2 Save my duck from further Avaste ; But if I crave for duck much longer, While thus a tender duck I seek, My duck, I doubt, wo'n't grow much younger, Whilst I, ill stomach, grow more weak. Though duck be, dear, expensive feeding, Sweet duck, on you I fix my heart, Would have, (no cost of dressing heeding,) My duck well drest in every part. Dear duck, though more like full fat wether s Were leg, and wing, and all but mine, Why duck would have, in every feather, A joint, on which my taste could dine. OH, LIFE! THY JOYS ARE BUT A DREAM. HOW oft, without or help or guide, We stray in life's uncertain path; Receiving, in our hour of pride. Men's smiles, their favours, and ilieir wrath. I treataftag with new de 13 I— rainy, ah, >\ h.ti joys are kindled by the fire amiug light! A tnow-wbiie hand, n flushed- warm cheek, But, ok! they but our pal feed ; I hut deceive the heart, ami • k— They bet our wayward >outh rail. Ambition holdl the nectared drink. u in the golden vast* look* (air; But what fond lip can touch the brink i quaff a tea of sorrows there ? Ami love, within the heart ami May bloom, but no return may meet ; Like Noah's clove, may wander- ing" , Bur homeward will at last re- treat. less, it leaves upon the cheek Of blooming health Death'- iU tea And, preying on a mind too \\ istVs mart, and frame, and away. Oh, Life! thy joys are but a dream. And scarce deserve a smile or r lly us, like the minstrel tin- a h\es— but leaves the bard to die. LOVE AND LAURA. i ■ bank, where circling- trees Kindly fortn*d I 1 shade, I -the noontide br- Had lull'd asleep the gentle maid. . uin;', then- fl>- ••kill I AA inked her sabject lo hit will. His k< >iily The archer chose, and lau vblle; But ffhen aiming at her, she aw the ur« In vain, she died, is all yourskill, I with litiu < , the heart : One look of mine, blind urchin will \\ e kindred brav« mourn. The plaintive fife and mufhVd drum, The man may summon to 1 lent home ; The s. ldier lives his deeds to trace, Deltoid the Seraph Glory | wr-living laurel round his sacretl tomb. Nor deem it hard, ye thoup! arthly stay, Our little hour Off life ■ 8 tr\ . And then depart— we're born to die. 1 hen lose no moment dear to fame. They longest live who li\e in nai The plaintive £ie, &c. It POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. STEADY SHE GOES, ALL'S WELL! THE British tar no peril knows, But, fearless, braves the stormy deep; The ship's his cradle of repose, And sweetly rocks him to his sleep. He, though the raging surges swell, In Ills hammock swings, When the steersman sings, Steady she goes, all's well! While to the main-top yard he springs, An English vessel heaves in view ; He asks but it no letter brings From bonny Kate or lovely Sue. Then sighs he for his native dell, Yet to hope he clings, When the steersman sings, Steady she goes, air's well! PAT OF LONDONDERRY. 'TWAS Pat of Londonderry That loved fair Dublin's Kate, And swore she'd be right merry, If once she was his mate. Och ! faith, cried he, All's up with me ; She's pierced me through and through : To crown the joke, My bottle's broke — Och hone ! what will I do ? Just then fair Kate advancing, He chucked him at her feet; His gooseberry eyes soft glancing, Did love, for love, entreat. Brisk as a flee, I once, like thee, Cried Pat, could mirth pursue, But now your eyes My bosom fries ; Och hone ! what shall I do ? Kate looked black as the devil At what he'd got to say, Then beggM he'd be so civil As take himself away. Besrone, joy, quick, Or else Til kick You till you're black and blue, Pat piped his eye, And sad did cry, Och hone ! what will I do ? O'erwhelmed with care and sor- row, His garters forth he drew, And cried, before to-morrow I'll hang myself for you. Just then there came To ease his flame, A maid who loved him true; She's now his wife, Kate cries for life, Och hone ! what shall I do ? THE SENTIMENTAL. COBBLER. A COBBLER I am, and no jobs I refuse ; I live by the mending of old boots and shoes. I leather my customers, stop bro- ken holes, And often repair men and wo- men's bad soles. Derry down, down, down, derry down. Whenever a man's understanding is gone, 'Tis I that can mend it, be it ne'er so much worn ; Then, prythee, good customers, on me depend, To your troubles I can very soon put an end. Derry down, &c. 'Tis not very often my work idly lacks, For to it I stick, night and morn, tight as wax. Then surely my business never can fail, While all sorts of jobs I conti nually nail. Derry down, &c. VOVl I.IK AM) ( IIOII in ill- ■ I just I Monday, 1 1 DMT* rilj > And few aii- tl iii.it. ep{ thai" And •« ear all t e true to the l.t->t. My li to tliink all my I l wiihoat taking i for my l life ; But, ns i'i Id and no chance can well fall, 1*11 wail tor grim death, and then give up my all. Derry down, Arc. YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND. YE ii md, That a thousand The I the breeze, lard launch nil. While And the storm . blow. And i \ low \\ b \\ li 1 1 - And Britannia needl DO boll Now ! Her march Her borne \\ it h t quell* Uie Hoods below— As they roar, on the lb AN hen the storn. When the battle rages loud and long, Ami tempests blow. f England shall yet terrific burn, Till da ubled nigh! And the star \\ h«. breaks, be< Jthfa] lit*, entwined by love C * 16 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS His country's scorn, in lasting shame, — Oh! let the demr.n dwell, Who thus, degrading manhood's name, Would turn our earth to hell ! THE FAVOURING GALE. WHEN a ship is full freighted with silver and gold, Safe stowed in her cabin, her lockers, and hold; Her bottom quite sound, and her rigging all right, How charming to gaze on so glo- rious a sight! Yet what will her bottom or rig- ging avail, Unless she be blessed with a fa- vouring gale ? When a mill is replenished with sacks of rich corn, The produce of fields which fair Britain adorn ; The miller, too, waiting for many an hour, To grind the brown grain into fine-bolted flour; For every wind though the mill has a sail They're nought if unblessed with a favouring gale. THE DEATH HALLOO. AURORA appearing, in gray mantle drest, The loud cheering horn calls the huntsmen from rest; Scarcely mounted and ready to start they appear, When the halloo ! view halloo ! sa- lutes the fond ear; Then, spurring their coursers, none rein in for breath, But each fondly hopes to be in at the death, And. anxiously keeping the leader in view, Thinks already he hears cried the fam'd death halloo! 9 Past success, hope inspiring, the sportsman ne'er yields To the swift-closing day, or the toil of the fields : Yet now cunning Renard oft dou- bles in vain, As, panting, he doubles the up- lands again ; The hounds, while he skulks, on him eagerly rush, And Steady, our old whipper-in, bears the brush ; Then the huntsmen, with pleasure, their triumph review, And the airs rent with shouting the fam'd death halloo. THE LITTLE FARTHING RUSHLIGHT. SIR Solomon Simons, when he first did wed, Blushed black as a crow, his lady did blush light; The clock it struck twelve, they were both tucked in bed, In the chimney a rushlight — n little farthing rushlight. Fal de diddle de, a little farthing rushlight. Sir Solomon then gave his lady a nudge, And cries he, " Lady Simon, there's vastly too much light,'* " Then, Sir Solomon," says she, " to get up you can't grudge, And blow out the rushlight, the little farthing rushlight." Fal de diddle de, &c. Sir Solomon, then, out of bed pops his toes, And vastly he swore, and very much did curse light, And then to the chimney, Sir So- lomon, he goes, And he puffed at the rushlight, the little farthing rushlight. Fal de diddle de, &c. Lady Simons then got up in her night-cap so neat, And over the carpet my lady she did brush light, 17 , with ihelr they Half asleep, iu Uia shirt, then, up lint 1 .il dfl dim • re thill in Ihcir ihey ne'er met uithsuch And • y, by turns, . puff Of the little- fhrlatng rushlight,— the cursed farthing rushlight. Spo let it out. I 11 do it. Pi! •aid — S i can't di> it, . hand But neith . could blow nt by, : — Here ratchmai . than you we might ou ..inan,- the bui i t out THE TRW 1. 1. 1.: i thai round biin , . taint nnd bea* il Along his noontide a And when, beneath the unclouded l \\f> % r n:ikes to him A pleasing mel And when the evening light de« i all is calm around, t« distant sheep-bells 1 sowsuL '>! of all delightful sounds, Ming <»r «'t" mom, That welcomes i have, A pit to catch bin a canning I Ami then, bj ■ hbours The devil digi for in-. poke my meanin il.it. We're delren greal and small, t'.>r tins thing, some for that, liui the sexton diet for all. S\\ BET POM, A 1)11" J. THE gallant *i>i|> m ai under ■ \\ hen up aloft Tom Halliard To reef fore-topsail, leernini \\ bile cruel griefhis bosom rent Think not a inrr'Uing lubber be, m to item no lad more true, Ami helm a-weatlu r of a-b -e, l he ! last he bade sweet Toll adieu. An enemy appeari In hiiiht, i i tars behold, with gladdened T.»n breathes, 'ere they begin the fi-ht. To heaven a prajcr— for h \r, ^ sigh 1 , now they *t\ I. : 'ruct till* \ : But pi lliard in lai.i Ami Highs, in 0. sdleUi The newi wai like tin- thandef dre To Poll— Ah ine! 'twas sad to And from that hour her I A frantic wanderer i^ ibe< Oft* On the rocky beach she'll Stl i Where fancy paints her I m true, , that morn in?, forced away W Inch was to bring their ding-day, He faintly sighed,— Sweet Poll adieu. THE GATHERING OF CLAN CO.NNKLL. PIBROCH, of Doanell Dhu ! Pibroch til Donnell, Wake thy wild roiee anew, Summon (Ian Connell ! Come away, come sway, Haste to the summons ; Come in your war-array, Gentlet and commons. Come from deep glen an*, From mountain so rocky The war-pipe and pennou Are at Iverloc k\ ; Come every hill, plaid, and true bean thai wears one Come . \ blade, And st ion ; band tint bear Loa\ e the deer, leai e the iti Come with J our Bgbting Broad-swordi and tai Leai e antended the herd, T be Bock without shelter, Leave ths corpse nninterred. The bfidfl at the altar. tl'd POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Come, as the winds come When forests are reuded; Come, as the waves come When navies are stranded! Faster come, faster come, Faster and faster; Chief, vassal, page, and groom, Tenant and master. Fast they come, fast they come, See how fast they gather; Wide waves the eagle's plume Blended with heather. Cast your plaids, draw your blades, Forward each man set — Pjbmch, of Donnell Dim ! Now for tiie onset. ALL NATURE SALUTES THE NEW DAY. ARISE, jolly sportsmen, the sun- beams of morn Illumine the mountains, and crim- son the thorn ; The lark spreads his wings, and to heaven's porch flies, As the dew-drops of night on the forest-leaf dies ! The linnet's sweet carol resounds from the spray, And nature, all nature, salutes the new day. Arise, jolly sportsmen, the dogs are awake, And the birds, in full chorus, from briar to brake ! The ploughman is whistling, the mill-clapper goes, And the blush of Aurora, more fresh than the rose ! From the light rays of morning the owl flaps away. And nature, all nature, salutes the new day. Up, up, my brave fellows! the fox has broke ground, And the hare from her form look- ing fearfully round ; The hawk-butchers mounted the regions of air, While the victim-bird trembles with fear and despair, 2 Every hill, field, and valley, looks cheerful and gay, And nature, all nature, salutes the new day. ALL THE WORLD IS A CHASE. ALL the world is a chase, Game springs up a -pace, Alter trifles we start in view hollo ! Through rough brambles and brakes, O'er life's hills, dells, and lakes, The horn's cheering tone bids uj follow ! Come follow, come follow, &c. When our game is in view, With what zeal we pursue ; When o'ertaken we hoop and we hollo ; Then quite altered the case, And we slacken our pace, Till the horn to fresh sport bids U9 follow ! Come follow, come follow, &c. Js not courtship a race di wedlock's full chase ? To be in at love's death we all follow! On jealousy's grounds Some leap constancy's bounds, And horns join the husband'-: hoarse hollow. Horns hollow, close follow, &c. JOE OF THE BELL. AROUND the face of blue-eyed Sue Did auburn ringlets curl, Her coral lips seem'd dipped i.» dew, Her teeth two rows of pearl. Joe, of the Bell, whose wine, they said, Was new in cask as he in trade ; His spouse — this nonpareil. " You keep the bar," says Joe, "my dear, But be obliging, Sue, — d'ye heart And prove to all who leve good cheer, They're welcome to the Bell.'" \ M> ( !|n| 21 M r than her wine. p| in, he itampt sad i beau, he su I . dost his jacket well •' h. 8ne, w ? ■ v i 1 1 it «<> the lit > THE toil IGE ON THE MOOR. i. nin is m l ore, and inj dad in ii Little orphans are sisters ami I. sadly po fadaatrj >ur u t alth, and no dwell- ing we h . But yon neat little cottage that stands OB Hie inoor. The lark's early song does to la- bour invite, tented, we just keen the wolf from the door, the sun when declining, trip home a Ufa deii ottage that ..Is on the ■ Our i at homely, mirth inmate, the guest we ad And l Bad health make ttle cottage that moor. « as I in taste the i i .lief, Lei trial ien «• Lhi W1>a designed in i •> the brother of man ! !i deceived by a friend, let In in see « li.it he ll gain, When the impel I r he leai i tin; Though j;reat the offen ti can For rei ea| e a ■ a i ace- ful to man. Think the chapter of life oft re- ne, And the rich man becomes -what the poor man has bi • Think that chapter mast end, for but s!i.>rt i That a ill give us the power to be- nefit man. N THE BROTHER. OF MAN. boaet the delight of ln> In th. id the ing bowl ; I OH, 111 CALLED TH 1HE PRIDE OI (,E.s 1 ILl l v. OH, I'm ealTd the Janus the \ As j li- ability, And if they would make me a in* rliameut, Ed have a domain ten limes big ban Cbarlemoat , I'd mnko my Rn< with : full of poa I Ed bawl in their ears, and ii The , iih a I'<1 be Of eac!" *lde, h.>th a Tory and w And il • ■ i>rime minister, thunder, h w glad I'd POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. My friends should have places, and sit by the right of me, While my foes, d— n them all, they shall ne'er have a sight of me. Td give my grand dinners, my sup- pers, my wine and all, And pray hold your whist, sure the nation shall pay for all, Then they'd make me a duke in the end, faith, at any rate, When they'd call me Duke Craw- ley, the famed Irish magis- trate. AND DOST THOU ASK WHAT SECRET WOE. AND dost thou ask what secret woe Ibear, corroding joy and youth l And wilt thou vainly seek to know A pang e'en thou must fail to soothe ? It is not love, it is not hale, Nor low ambition's honours lost, That bid me loathe my present state And fly from all I prized, the most. It is that weariness that springs From all I meet, or hear, or see ; To me no pleasure beauty brings — Thine eyes have scarce a charm for me. It is that settled ceaseless gloom The fabled Hebrew wanderer bore, That will not look beyond the tomb, But cannot hope for rest before. THE PRIEST OF THE PARISH. THE priest of the parish must lead a rare happy life, When his parishioners, all full of grace, Each boy with his girl, each man with his happy wife. Hearts full of joy, and smiles ill each face. 2 The pipers play sweetly, the dan* cera so frisky are, The priest of the parish he lilts up a song; Girls ripe for kisses, the boys ripe for whisky are, Jug"* jig", and jollity, all the night long. With a whack, &c. Tf Pat squeeze the hand of Shelab O'Dogherty, Dermot he looks with a frown on his face, Tips the wink, with his finger, to Murtoch O'Flaherty, Who trips up Pat's heels, and stands right in his place. In a bit of a frolick, each boy gets a thump or so, The girls never mind who's right or who's wrong, A crack on the back is of love but a thump or so, And the ev'ning concludes just as I do my song. With a whack, &c. PADDY'S EMPLOYMENT. ONE Monday I from bed did pop, My heart was light and friskey, So I went off to Rielly's shop To get a cup of whiskey. I gave him one, he drank one too, W hen in popped Ted, my cousin. Who called for a bowl of Rielly's punch, And we sat till we drank a do- zen. For that's the way to spend a day, Or a week, if you'd be friskey ; And, wrong or right, or day or night, Och! an Irishman's work iq whiskey ! On Tuesday, how my head did ache, When in popped Phil Macarthy, Who said he called for friendship s sake, To see if myself was hearty. !. \lt AM) I UNGS. | 1.- my Ac. ih<- broth . lord! bow d be would turn- u .uit. But Ti main tin if till w eduesda \ . • did nil Wedu< - ilt, >\ i,. idlady'l i it in a i e him For that's the WO] On Thursday, came the D U|». I re it was a huh d.i y, And . r mil many a cap v\ ei •- ipiH — till in came Friday. « eak, And \\ i bu red away, ami ne'er did One word till Saturday morning - . But. - \\ rke once An. - 'd but I inne there. . Suu- 00 ri^ht tin the Do you think it hard Bilheroneorthe other,— 111 thank N . Thecbi The i ■ \\ al ep ; My h' i ilbin my est, My eyes do nought but weep. The toils I could endure of day Or ipurn t bain, i .ih's driven Which lacks ni) tortured brain; My 1 | i!i ! cruel ! i could her heart open But 'ti> alone the tyrant'* part To triumph o'er diet i i led tidings ! haste along, From fair Bi •itanuia'- isle, Ah, come and ease the ana till And make the slave to nolle; If then, pood hap. These limbs shall ne'er have Until ! then I'll •!( For erer i«» her breast. FLY, MY CANOE, THE \\ Ml B A\ A\ ES O'ER. FLY.my canoe, tl The light*nlng*S iash, and rolling vo ; The winds are up, the moon 9 ! en hl$h, And dimly sails alone the ^\ : No p ile itar iheda in i lnj; 1 1 I the white s In Lit -one' head. 24 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. While, from the roof, a sapphire's light Sheds its mild lustre through the night; And at her feet unnumbered flow- ers Perfume the tedious ebon hours. Fly, my canoe, &c. OLD CONWELL, THE PILOT. OLD Conwell, the pilot, for many a year, Had plenty of vessels in charge, And knew of each sand-bank and shoal to steer clear, Whether sailing close liaul'd or at large ; At last safely moor'd with a well- timbered purse, Heart and house open wide to his friend; With old Poll, once a dasher, now turn'd to a nurse, He had bought a snug birth at Gravesend. From a kind of poop lantern, plac'd over the Thames, Where he took with his mess- 1 mates his prog, Bound outward or homeward, the[ ship and their names. They'd spy as they guzzled their grog. Now cocking the spy-glass, and clearing the Nore, Why, Jack, they are come with- out end ; There's the Neptune, the Glory, and, further in shore, Fame and Liberty making Gravesend. And see, where the river in branches divides, Cut in two all the same as a fork; How proudly the Commerce with Industry rides, Then the Blarney— Oh, she's bound to Cork. There's the homeward-bound fleets from the Downs,only see, So storied their top-gallant masts bend ; There's the Silkworm, the Beaver, the Ant, and the Bee, And all standing on for Graves- end. There's the Fortitude yonder, at danger that mocks, The Nimble, that swims like a tench ; The bold Resolution, that steers clear of rocks, The Britannia, that laughs at the French. Thus a magnet old Thames firmly holds in his mouth, To which all sorts of merchan- dize tend; And the trade of all nations, West, North, East, and South, Like the needle, points right to Gravesend. THE SAILOR. THE sailor sighs as sinks his na- tive shore, As all its lessening turrets blue- ly fade, He climbs the mast to feast his eyes once more, And busy Fancy fondly lends her aid. Ah ! now each dear domestic scene he knew, Recall'd and cherish'd in a fo- reign clime, Charms with the magic of a moon light view, Its colours mellow'd, not im pair'd by time. True as the needle, homeward points his heart, Through all the horrors of the stormy main ; This the last wish, that would with life depart, To meet the smile of her he loves again. POPI LAK and ( HOI ! V Hie t i quit lit hi lill \> ii )»• bounds, in full ei | .1 ||y. And cii.isc tin- i • II he dlCS ! Then, saddle year steed, t meadow «, and tiehU Both U illing a i No p.isi nut' in life greater n in -s J irlds Than chasing tin* f >x or the hare. Tor lucb comforts, my friend, on llit* sportsman attend, I 1. •asiin- like hunting i? found ; lion it is o'er, as brisk at be fo re, Nivt morning we spurn an the ground. ends to dl ink the v I V be In midnight dai kness Join, tUtt parting look ■ Her gentle spirit, lightly ho\ < Attends Ids little hark from pole to pole : And vbea the beaiiag bilious roand biun < Wbispers sweet bope, to soothe ins troubled touL I "d i«> lur name in BJfcl ■ In many a plaiutaii:-t i ide, Wnere dusky youths la patuted plumage i I And pleat palms o'er«arcb the ,iien tide. Bit lo! /it last he comes with crowded sail, Lo! o'er the cliff what | figures bend, And hark ! what mingled murmurs swell the | laeacb be hear* the weleon a friend. Tis she, 'tis she herself! she i h« r band ! i^t, the can- RarlM goon through the whitening surge he *pi in-8 to land Anil elaSpS the maid he singled troui the world. THK BOAR-HUNTERS. a \\ OODLAND life amid taeallls \\ < banters sweetly pass away | Bounding over ro< ks and rill-, From daw day. Oh I twee I it li . morn, TO chase Hie savage boar, And hear the echoes of the bom Mingled with his roar. NO PLEASl RK LIKE HINT- IMG is ¥0\ M). DO you hear, brother sportsman, the sound of the horn, Ami yet the sweet pleasure de« rlui- 1 i .11 e ! rouse your senses, aad, it i-. morn, AN lib ine the iweet melod] 9 HARK AW AA 'TIS THE MERRY TOVBD HORN. HARK away ! 'tis the merry t horn Calls the hunters all up in the morn. TO the hills and the woodlands we I - To Uttharbour the outlying il< And all 'he day long ihis, |h oar sous;, Still hallooing and follow m. . Oar joys bnou no boends, ■ 're after tbc .No mortals o\\ earth el ■ e. 26 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Round the woods, when we beat, how we glow, While the hills they all echo, hollo! With a bounce from his lair the stag- flies, Then our shouts long- resound through the skies, Then all the day long, &c. When we sweep o'er the valleys, or climb Up the heath-blooming mountain sublime ; What a joy from our labours we feel, Which alone they who taste can reveal. And all the day long, &c. SWEET JANETTE OF THE GREEN. NOT far fra bonny Aberdeen There dwelt a lassie fair; Wi' silver skin, and sky-blue een, And locks of yellow hair : Her form was like the upright fir, Like waving corn her mien ; And love-sick lads accosted her Sweet Janette of the Green! Young Sandy lov'd this bonny maid, With a' his lender heart; But Sandy was a soldier-blade, And fra' Janette must part; She wept, she wailed, she greeted sair, Sa't tears dropt fra' her een; *' I ne'er shall see my Sandy mair," Cried Janette of the Green. Now Sandy to the wars was gane, And Janette left to mourn ; With muckle sighs of grief and pain She prayed his safe return. When blear-eyed Meg came to her cot, (A wretch of haggard mien !) * Dear lass," she cried, ' s I'll spae thy lot, Sweet Janette of the Green. " Soon shall thy Sandy be a p-haist, Slain by the murd'ring sword ; And thou, wi' a' gude fortune graced, Shall wed a wealthy lord." Aroint thee, wutch!— thou'st driv'n me daft, Wild glares my burning een, And Madness strikes its rankled shaft Through Janette of the Green- But soon young Sandy comes again, Their hearts wi' joy rebound ; And Janette clasps her winsome swain, Wi' wealth and honours crown'd! The wretch that spaed her Sandy slain Na mair believed has been; And Sandy in the heart doth reign Of Janette of the Green. THE RAPTURES OF THE BOWL. BACCHUS, Jove's delightful boy, Gen'rous god of wine and joy, Still exhilarates my soul >\ ith the raptures of the bowl. Then with feathered feet I bound, Dancing in the festive round ; Then I feel, in sparkling wine, Transports delicate, divine. Then the sprightly music warms, Song delights, and beauty charms; Debonair, and light, and gay, Thus I dance the hours away. O, THE ACCENTS OF LOVE. O, THE accents of Love, can they ever again Speak peace to this desolate soul ; When o'er my life's lord the deep floods of the main Now darkly and mournfully roll ? \\ imld 6 my i .-mi ti nil ever Illumed. But 1ft them w I • Ite it u itli - Of reach it will buried, it , \\ itli fathomless wal THE LIKE isnander like, Che pon- ies, Glutted with vivid Br all it . ancborsmil hM oat io death-like - at their K Waif rignal, when tiir tackle's force i, the anchor . the lire dii While ai old \ al ps did lu ill shall their And into syinin winds and t British fleet. . \ i.l and i be fire the skilful And, y hue aatufl brilliant i The b it fire ■ mead in And wakn. the look*d : ».r with All the au\ il 'heir pond lanp, try i The preparation! forks the tire t And now twelve aachorsmitht heat i While arinM from every danger, and in rriin ;n i Anxious as howling demons for their pn out Its fl" Wbice, on the anvil prone, the ca- Itl hurrah : And now t beholders want the \ Faint \i ith it-, net with i W bile, as old \ 'id. pa did the anvil ■ ponderous bamm And, till its lire's extinct, the i •irons mass they ives the gallant British \. THE ROSE Ol [ON. i HE rose i hich part in led away, the air. All : But tb< it-, iih iu*i ilnd Ami I v - pulse inUsl I B] heart, my inuul. I) i 28 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. The rose of affection shall dwell in my breast. And warmer its bright tints shall glow ; My solace it proves when by sor- row oppress'd, It blooms in the midst of my woe. Though perished and faded, the sweet flower you gave, In my bosom its relic* shall lie : This desolate form shall be sunk in the wave, Ere the rose of affection shall die. LOVELY WOMAN. LOVELY woman I adore thee Thou to me appear divine; Grant my suit I do implore thee, Let me ever call thee mine. Time shall pass in pleasure, Charms like thine devoid of guile, Surpass all other treasure, Bliss increase with every smile. Lovely woman ! charming woman ! Man's best and dearest gift of life. Sweet is life, when love directs us, To a kind and virtuous fair; But when doubting fears perplex us. Then His anguish, grief, and care. Stay here, and fix thy dwelling. Never more from me to part; Thou art every joy excelling, VV elcome to this constant heart. Lovely woman, &c. Dearest hope, oh! let me enjoy thee, Never from this breast to part : Lovely woman, fly not from me, Let thy mansion be my heart. To man thou'rt heaven's kind blessing, By thy aid we mortals know, Thou'rt every charm possessing, Constant raptures from thee flow. Lovely woman, &c. 2 LOVE IS BLIND. LOVE, deceitful foe to truth, Conquers reason, chains the mind, Prudence oft would guide our youth, But love, alas! alas! is blind. Often thus when men deceive, Silly maids to love inclin'd, Will too readily believe, For love, true love, alas ! is blind. THE MILLER'S WEDDING. LEAVE, neighbours, your work. and to sport and to play, Let i.he tabor strike up, and the village be gay ; No day through the year shall more cheerful be seen, For Ralph of the Mill marries Sue of the Green. I love Sue, and Sue loves me, And while the wind blows, And while the mill goes, Who'll be so happy, so happy ac we. Let lords and fine folks who for wealth take a bride. Be married to-day, and to-mor row be cloyed ; My body is stout, and my heart ta as sound, And my love, like my courage, will never give ground. For I love Sue, &c. Let ladies of fashion the bes jointures wed, And prudently take the best bid ders to bed, Such signing and sealing's no part of our bliss, We settle our hearts, and we seal with a kiss. For I love Sue, &c. Though Ralph is not courtly, nor one of your beaus, Nor bounces, nor flatters, nor wears your fine clothes; v\n i noi \\ It! I null, \\ bile thai thou ml kind, a ■ happy as . , Ac. best, I .1 low, ami bill , ami all the world art- it road, some the to the *ky, '.lit- devil ! ami often inadl j Tlie i r him, and ter health, i nmy : While other uu liul I eg, in \ t i And a, al< i i Iwa % i ran ■ Ami - aud ore 'cm. • POLL OF H0RSEL1 DO v. idsmen and listen unto me, ■ I'fMim, that U quicklj he Who wai the lx»l-> P out Oakum m< her, ami thinking of no I sizM him in the Then, takiii I hat CO«t htm hn i . sigh to Poll, of Hortelydowa m found ©< ami dresa'd in i and so got undi ■ a lover true, And quite i quu ll<- >-qui i \i ami convey'd hei ■ n. Until i ! with Poll, But Poll ihe - one. And t. . why bka blimi : D 3 30 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. One morning- In her chamber he found a cockney lout, So Captain shov'd the window up, and chuck'd my gem'man out: Then cock'd his arms a kimbo, and looking- with a frown, He took a quid, and bid good by to Poll, of Horselydown. SWEET PASSION OF LOVE. THIS cold flinty heart it is you that have wanned; You waken'd my passions, my senses have charmed ; In vain against merit and Cyinon I strove, What's life without passion — sweet passion of love ? The frost nips the buds, and the rose cannot blow, From the youth that is frost-nipp'd no raptures can flow, Elysium to him but a desert will prove ; What's life without passion— sweet passion of love 2 The spring- would be warm, the young season be gay, Her birds and her flow'rets make blithesome sweet May; Love blesses the cottage and sings through the grove, What's life without passion— sweet passion of love ? THE JOLLY YOUNG WATERMAN. AND did you ne'er hear of a jolly young waterman, Who atBlackfriars'-bridge used for to ply, And he feather' d his oars with such skill and dexterity, Winning each heart and de- lighting each eye. He look'd so neat, and he row'd so steadily, The maidens all fiock'd in his boat so readily, And he eyed the young rogues with so charming an air, That this waterman ne'er was in want of a fare. What sights of fine folks he oft row'd in his wherry; 'Twas clean'd out so nice, and so painted withal : He was always first oars when the fine city ladies In a party to Ranelagh went, or Vauxhall ; And oftentimes would they be gig- gling and leering; But 'twas all one to Tom their gibing and jeering; For loving or liking- he little did care, For this waterman ne'er was in want of a fare. And yet, but to see how strangp things happen, As he row'd along, thinking- of nothing at all, He was ply'd by a damsel so lovely and charming, That she smil'd, and so straight- way in love he did fall. And would this young- damsel but banish his sorrow, He'd wed her to-night — before to- morrow. And how should this waterman ever know care When he's married, and never in want of a fare. GOOD MORROW TO YOUR NIGHT CAP. DEAR Kathleen, you, no doubt, Find sleep how very sweet 'tis; Dogs bark, and cocks have crowed out, You never dream how late 'tis. This morning g-ay, I post away, To have with you a bit of play, On two legs rid along, to bid | Good-morrow to your night-cap. i LAH IM) ( HOK 31 i her . bid 1 1 ovr to your night-cap. THi: c on l it Utt\ RE( I lh« warm- iff, V ,' I .1, im- lioued it the Impulse you approve, Ami teal the contract with ■ kiss. OH! THIS IT IS TO Lo\ THi'. maid who* cn\ III bt Ml Thi~ ; .iy is love. THE IMPATIENT LOVER. TO him that In nn hour must die, itur seems thai hour lo By, Than slow the minutes seem ' \\ hicll keep me from the sight of thee. No more that trembling- wretch would ear to live, tins ' long hour which thee tie tains. no to my impatient arms-, Oli! Come, with all thy heavenly i ins, At omo to justify and pay The pain 1 feel from this delay. THE TAILOR OF - IT. It. A 'JAILOR he lived in Leio town. And he courted a cobbler*! The cobbler knocked the t down. Which caused a terrible iti i b< re was, fighl And kh k and t. Oh ! there was upon m j There was rant and | And be ■ I and ^ I About thi> The cobbler 1 sjonstruclj dead, a as boiled to o w ad then To limbo weal, aud the devil 't i ■aid, He sent her back again 32 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. For 'twas fight and scratch, And kick and tear ; Oh ! it was, upon my life ! It was rant and roar, And bawl and swear, With the devil and cobbler* wife. THE TWINS OF LATONA. THE twins of Latona, so kind to my boon, Arise to partake of the chase; And Sol lends a ray to cliaste Dian's fair moon, And smiles to the smile of her face. For the s;>ort I delight in, the bright Qtieen of Love With myrtles my broAvs shall adorn ; While Pan breaks his chanter, and skulks in the grove, Excelled by the sound of the horn. Tie dogs are uncoupled, and sweet is their cry, Yet sweeter the notes of sweet Echo's reply ; Hark forward, hark forward, the game is in view, But love is the game that I wish to pursue. The stag from the chamber of woodbine peeps out, His sentence he hears in the gale; Yet flies, till entangled in fear and in doubt, His courage and constancy fail. Surrounded by foes, he prepares for the fray, Despair taking place of his fear ; With antlers erected, awhile stands at bay, Then surrenders his life with a tear. Tbe dogs are uncoupled, &c. OH! PRITHEE, COME, MY SOLDIER BOY. OH! come away, my soldier boy, From war to peace incline thee Thy laurel Time shall ne'er de- stroy, But love with roses twine thee. Come, come, away, Love chides thy stay, O, prithee, come, my soldier! Let fife and drum preserve their place, While softer sounds delight thee ; The fiddle shall our wedding grace, But horns shall never fright thee. Come, come away, &c. STAND TO YOUR GUNS, MY HEARTS OF OAK. STAND to your guns, my hearts of oak, Let not a word on board be spoke, Victory soon will crown the joke Be silent, and be ready. Ram home your guns, and sponge them well, Let us be sure the balls will tell, The cannons' roar shall sound their knell; Be steady, boys, be steady. Not yet, nor yet— reserve your fire, I do desire: Fire! Now the elements do rattle, The gods, amazed, behold tho battle, A broadside, my boys! See the blood in purple tide Trickle down her battered side; Winged with fate the bullets fly ;- Conquer, boys, or bravely die. Hurl destruction on your foes. She sinks — huzza! To the bottom down she goes. ; LAR AND CHOI. 33 LO\ ELY w ('M \N • < HARMING \N (».M \N. WH1 Thenhe culls life's sweetest Boa er, . i pleasures roll, er ties invading leluded roan to til Bli^s alone, when love pervading, ld4 hi Ul 10 dear woman's ly woman ! ( banning « on i The best and dearest gift of life. h contains no other treat ihould prise, i . dearer uleasei e tms from her « !i aspiring-, ) > to know, no other heaven desiring-, Worships woman here bel Lovely woman ! Ac GREGORY RED TAIL. DH! Gregory Red Tail is my name* You've heard it, sirs before; And, it you'll listen to me i ; ried a maid from Billings- I thought her charms divine. But a flat fish, soon, she made of her mate, Oh ib at the oyster- line. \ »ter, the oyster, a dab at the oyster line. dipped her gill*? in morning purl, Alas ! I had no control ; And, it I only R] rd, (I to mill my jowl. ! a t< rrible life l \\ ith this bull mine, 1 . ursed the day that I wed, t into the oyster-line. Oh ! the o>stt-r, Ac. 9 rat week that we truth I innst do. | I lound Bam Dab With her iii bed. My eyes b w if I shownl him Iffht, but he \ I i egh, These peepers i He pommelled m . id he '», To be sick of the oyster II Oh ! the oyster, Ac. But I'll be quits with this Jezebel There's sweet Polly Plaice and i, We'll play her ■ gai&o will n her fret, Bel for damag-es I wo'n't try. - the lau Jfers, I know very well. They'll spin me wastly fine, Thej 11 swallow the ojster and tip me the shell. For they're all in the oyster- line. Oh! the oyster, Ac. FAITHFUL POLL. WOl'LDST thee know, my lad, w by e\ erj tar fl ith his lass seek Ami braves each boi^i< that bl To fetch from climates near and t a r Her messes and her | For tliis, around the world J w bile lore his b isora war' For thi«., when safe and sound com*- back, Poll takes lnm t>> her anna. Bra Pi n can make the kettle boil . must Encountering ■ gale ; For i tern isle l Chuia for l be lee. 34 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. To please her taste, thus faithful Jack Braves dangers and alarms, While, grateful, safe and sound come back, Poll takes him to her arms. Morocco shoes her Jack provides, To see her lightly tread; Her petticoat, of orient hue, And snow-white gown in India grew; Her bosom Barcelona hides, Leghorn adorns her head. Thus round the world sails faith- ful Jack, To deck his fair one's charms, Thus, grateful, safe and sound come back, Poll takes him to her arms. THE LITTLE WHITE COT. THOUGH Scotia may boast of its maids fair and free. O, the lassie that lives in the cot- tage for me ; In a little Avhite cot by the Tay's winding stream, Where the sun shows her image in each golden beam. O, yes, and no fairer the swains ever saw, Than Annie, the fairest, and pride of them a*. Though Scotia may sing of its castles and lairfls, Of its beauties and chieftains, in songs of its bards, >To minstrel e'er yet found the theme of his lays So pleasing as Annie, the gem of 'my praise ! O, yes, and the laddies proclaim it afar — *Tis Annie, the fairest, and pride of them a' ! And, Scotia, thy bells shall melo- diously play When I and my charmer to kirk £ang awtcy ; O, yes, and her brows with sweet roses I'll twine. When Annie, the Maid of the Cot- tage, is mine; While each lad and lassie shall envy us twa, Dear Annie, the fail est, and pride of them a'. ALL IN THE MONTH OF ALGUST- OBADIAH Snags he was buried, and for why ? It happened on the first of Au- gust, He never would have suffered it, but that he chanced to die A Aveek before the first of Au- gust ; I lived with him, as usher, when he taught school night and day. And, when the pretty little boys their lessons couldn't say, This cruel-hearted monster gave 'em leave to go and play, All in the month of August. Except a dozen duck-legged la- dies, every body owns, In May or June, July or August, There never was a nicer girl than little Jenny Jones, Bright and comely as the moon in August. She kept Obadiah's house, which I bought in days of bliss, And thought I'd hire the maid whom nobody thought amiss; Gave her wages, tea and sugar veils, and, now and then— but this Was not upon the first of Au- gust. They laid a little foundling in a great 'squire's bed, This happened on the first of August ; Being pretty, it was very like both Jane and me 'twas said, All in the month of August; I'OI'l |.\R AM) CHOK ss : llt>W, ll.lll II All in the month ii \ ife bad die cried and small, i. Mad much through one I 11 all ; orach lor the month of August. THE ISLAND 01 SAINTS, PROM Connauplit I've travelled, our roads i i i relied, .nal Colli, as aid it thawed ; But still where I wont, sirs, l found e< ntent, - me while I wandered abroad ! - > rough was in ii. bile the bQ- ld not help thinking, I'd bet- r in Ireland at i. Och ! thai is the island, '« St. Pad- and my la id, we ne'er utter complaii I ill to be frisk e j . I >?e, fight, and drink whist The divil a spot like the Island - .nits! When Nature fust made it, in ' d it. And - with ■ lucks all And ,1 the Win I. | f our bardi ami honour his I U|J ll And. ^ y i^. nish blue divils Och! that is the Island And i whose beauliful feat Dam- Nature herself In bright colours paints : Win' baaish all evils, and (doar little tlivils) Can make sain's i"t' sinners, or sinners of saints. ■air* can bate us for pot- en and prat i iruth, valour, beauty, I frolic and mirth. i!t ye— nno' i afaUhi r, >\ ill folio the favour. • nth. Och! that I ,1, & c . Abroad while you wander, like « iid % nder, Och! Mr. O't.., Your country your boast be, old Ireland yoi The wherei er j r when (undone!) I settle in -how what regard f i u birth-place Pre . In st. ( , day, I'll wed a fine lady. And two Irish us have on the spot ! Och! that i a, &u AH. M \ I R! NO. M \ BR! ( an Edward complain that Eauaa doth i Ah. i sjjajj change her fond I 36 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. She loves him as dearly as dearly can be, Although he, far from her, and un the proud sea. Poor Emma sheds tears for the dangers of war, But ne'er will she slight her faith- ful bold tar. Ah, never! no, never! True courage, they say, is a sea- man's delight; To conquer or die they ever will fight; If the foe dare attack, and with valour engage, British sailors will honour fair inein'ry'a page. Should Edward in battle be slain by a ball, Dan Emma cease weeping, alas! for his fall 2 Ah, never! no, never! When the wind rudely blows, 'tis Emma that sighs, To think on the fate of some ship- wrecks' sad cries; Should Providence call gallant Edward, the brave, To end all his toils in a wat'ry grave, Pale sorrow would mark constant Emma, the fair, She'd weep, but could never for- get his fond care. Ah, never! no, never! ANGEL OF LOVE. ANGEL of Love! from heavenly plains, Where never-ceasing pleasure reigns; Look down, thy grateful son to see, From dark despair preserved by thee. Angel of Love! though dangerous seas But lately shipwrecked all my peace, By thee safe piloted to shore, Their boisterous rage I dread no more. THE TIGHT LITTLE ISLAND DADDY Neptune one day to Free- dom did say, If ever I live upon dry land. The spot I should hit on, would be little Britain, Says Freedom, why that's my own island ; O what a snug- little island ! A right little tight little island: Search the globe round, None can be found, So happy as this little island. Julius Caesar, the Roman, who yielded to no man, Came by water — he could'nt come by land ; And Dane, Pict, and Saxon, their homes turn'd their backs on, And all for the sake of our island. O what a snug little island ! They'd have a touch at the island ! Some were shot dead, Some of them fled, And some staid to live on the island ! Then a very great war man, called Billy, the Norman, Cried, d — n it, I never lik'd mj land; It would be more handy, to leav this Normandy, And live on j'on beautifq island! Says he, 'tis a snug little island Sha'n't us go visit the island I Hop, skip, and jump, There he was plump, And he kick'd up a dust in the island. But party deceit help'd the Nor- mans to beat, Of traitors they managed to buy land ; By Dane, Saxon, or Pict, we ne'er should be lick'd, Had they stuck to the king of their island* POPI LAN AM) < | both Ml life and bis tnd, Briton he died for his 37 \\ ■ i III, \\ « | tli«3 i-l.nul, I just Bite ..• But nut a bit in The Spanlth Annad.i set out to Quite Mire, it' they i In ml, They eouMn'l do lest than tuck np take their full swing in the uul. Oh, the n nasi A« ml ! The Dona came to plunder the i ul ! •hi- in the hire, ilire, Anil luiz was the word at the tad. •ml puffM up C it to make ducks end drakes Of our wealth; hut they could hardly spy land. bad the luck to ike their pride duck, >p to the lads of the island. Huzza for the l -and ! of the id! Cu' offal the island ! THE LANDLADY I i A LANDLADY aid, And tins oflcer he dearly I her brandy, oh ! ■ she, '• l l«>\e this officer although his note is red, And his legs are what his regi- ment Call bandy oh !" But when the bandy officer wai • rdered to the c ber lively locks sandy, oil ! %; Adieu, in | , ** H te pray pay the p> Bul . i air, let's take a drop of brandy oh l n She tilled him out a bumper, ju»t before he left the town, And another for herself, so neat ami handy, <>h ! v kept their spirits up, by pouring spirit- d For love is like the cholfcC, » with brandy, oh ! 11 'lake a bottle In your te lot e, 'tu ill be the dandy, • \ i > damp ; A I t.iki b '" ptune have ■ito ke|»t I 1 be my Should the arm) of England, or all v could br the inland : R0- POL1S. Oil ! « fill ii . ■ 38 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. As yor, common-councilmen, citi zens, and populace, Wandering' from Poplar to Turn ham-green. Chapels, churches, synagogues, dis- tilleries, and county-banks, Poets, Jews, and gentlemen apo- thecaries, mountebanks; There's Bethlem Hospital, and there the Picture Gallery, And there's Sadler's Wells, and there the Court of Chancery. Oh, such a town, such a wonder- ful metropolis, Sure such a town as this was never seen. Oh, such a town, and such a heap of carriages, Sure such a motley group was never seen; Such a swarm of young and old, of buryings and marriages, All the world seems occupied in a ceaseless din. There's the Bench, and there's the Bank, now only take a peep at her, And there's Rag Fair, and there the East London Theatre, There's St. James's all so fine, St. Giles's all in tatter y, Where fun and frolic dance the rig from Saturday to Saturday. Oh. what a town, what a won- derful metropolis, Sure such a town as this was never seen. A TIGHT IRISH BOY. O ! WHEN I was christened, *twas on a fair day, Aud my own loving mother call'd me her dear joy, And that I was so, why, she al- ways would say, I was a smiling, beguiling, du- tiful, Beautiful, rattling, prattling, 0\ botheration— a tight Irish boy. But when I grew up, I was al- ways hi love — Variety's pleasing, and never can cloy ; So true to ten thousand I con- stantly prove, O! I'm a sighing, dying, kneel- ing, stealing, Smiling, beguiling, dutiful, beau» tiful, rattling, prattling, O ! botheration— a tight Irish boy. For war, love, or drinking, myself am the lad, O! the wide world itself I'd go near to destroy! But a sup of the crature soon makes my heart glad, — And then I'm a laughing, quaff- ing, splashing, Dashing, sighing, dying, kneel- ing, stealing, Smiling, beguiling, dutiful, beau- tiful, O ! botheration— a tight Irish boy THE DITTON ANGLERS. AS old Peter went forth, with his youthful disciple, Determined the bosom of Old Thames to rifle ; With rods half a score, and with tackle complete, With gentles, lobs, red-worms, and graves, fresh and sweet. Tol de rol, larallal, larallalla. A fisherman chosen, of Ditton the ton, Well known among anglers as Tom Rogerson ; So smart, light, and gay, with his reap-hook in hand, To punt you so clever and pitch at command. Tol de rol, &c. To the deep they proceeded, with pleasure elate, The depth having plumined and well hooked on their bait I'Ol'l r.ML AND ( HOK 30 • 1 at each other, at. | ink all and de rol, Ac. in hurst their anger in epithet* wild ; | put back to Lock's, and their tempers g raw mUd ; rding tlieir around -bait, I n-ir pitch, tacn they 1 1 the itch. Tol tie rol, Ac. i u i Hi soul- ifted ; \\ il i atched the ted ; iflet, ambit okitur the roach, dace, and barbel §o game. 1 ,>1 de n I But each moment successivt 1 > _ lit on new rare, The bright, then too muggy the air; i quarter the wind in, their spirits to dash ; And to heighten their misery, there came down a Hash. • beir toil ia->t ap- i king with night, Tin- fish on tii* ning to bite ; blighted, — ills with hot punch and 1, cS:c. w IRMLY WK | 8l> wartnlj fondly i rted, • reVn !.— e her SUn; | ' < (I, ■ hieh M'JI. 4 thti - Oil! # lll'd <>U, Cuj.i.l s i In saailea nm\ in team, than thai IUOIIH The first waa like day-break, new sudden, delicious, The dawn of ■ plena kindled up y« rt ■ I light more preciona, More glowing nasi deep as 'tis nean Our meeting, though happy, wan tinged by a sorrow, think that such happie.ess COttld not remain, While our parting, though sad a hope that to-morrow \\ ottld bring back the blest hour of meeting again. WOMEN AND wine. LET i lighter try tin it -kill In hunting fox "W e'll join the cfa >ru t kill, Unless its to kill Cai So our chase sliall hailv gaily be W omen and u in< >\ e'll hunt the buttle u ! kiss ill ck< : Smack and kiaa, Great Alexander's fury hurl- In hunting he'd n 'i hull : For, att»-r Una tin rid, He found himself In fault. ill haily, Ac • \ hunt for I In tl>< 40 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. The parsons are all hunting' men, Which no one can deny; They hunt for goslings, one in ten, And pigs tithe in their sty. So our chase shall haily, &c. High fill your glasses, fill apace, We'll drink away to Fame; Liquor and love shall be our chase, Women and wine our game. So our chase shall haily, &c. BEAUTY AND LOVE. BEAUTY and Love once fell at odds, And thus reviled each other: Quoth Love, I am one of the Gods, And thou wail's t on my mother ; Thou hadst no power on man at all But what I gave to thee ; !Nor are you longer sweet or fair Than men acknowledge me. A way, fond boy, then Beauty cried, We know that thou art blind ; And men of nobler parts, when tried, Our graces better find. Twas I begot the mortal snow And kindled men's desires; I made thy quiver and thy bow, And wings to fan thy fires. Cupid in anger flung away, And thus to Vulcan prayed, That he would tip his shaft with scorn, To punish this proud maid; So, ever since Beauty has been • But courted for an hour ; To love a day is held a sin 'Gainst Cupid and his power. THE TRUE HEARTED FELLOW. WITH my pipe in one hand, and my jug in the other, I drink to my neighbours and friend. AH my cares in a whifF of tobacco I smother, For life, I know, shortly must cud ; 2 And while Ceres, most kindly, re fills my brown jug, With good liquor I'll make my- self mellow ; In an old wicker chair I'll seat myself snug, Like a jolly and true-hearted fellow. I'll ne'er trouble my head with the cares of the nation, I've enough of my own tor to mind, For the cares of this life are but grief ami vexation, To death we must all be con- sign'd ; Then I'll laugh, drink, and smoke, and leave nothing to pay, But drop like a pear that is mel- low, And when cold in my coffin, I'll leave them to say, He's gone, what a hearty good fellow! DRINKING AND KISSING ARE PLEASURES DIVINE. ANACREON, they say, was a jolly old blade, A Grecian choice spirit, and poet by trade; To Venus and Bacchus he tun'd up his lays; For love and a bumper he sung all his days. He laugh'd as he quaff'd still the juice of the vine, And though he was human, was look'd on divine ; At the feast of good humour he always was there, And his fancy and sonnets still ba- nish dull care. Good wine, boys, says he, is the liquor of Jove, 'Tis our comfort below and their nectar above : Then while round the table the bumper we pass, Let the toast be to Venus and each smiling' lass. I 41 YetB theme rum- hr\l • blit*, \\ In | ^ itli ill iukiup: and lot fill up the *pan, elho<], den j THE GRAND MM.Ml.M- liOMM. wine, that nil • Offrh arent, cor Tht- iiiout hap] ;iUt«-, And t i lit- phan- parttil ; In spiff <>t Iheir i iare to The grand Minimum bonm bum] ' To the coward a warmth it ne'er to impart, And opens the l«>ik of the miserly i rt, Whil< wl < . who i.-, mimmnm bonum'f a bumper of ■ me. "I'lS tl I aver] tore, the ii Then be who tree happi i»> attain With spirit tlif lull-flowing: bumper drain, And he who the court of fair Barchus'i vineyard! mual In spit*' of dull mi ire tc define — 'Minimum bonum's a bump* ENGLAND, THE ANCHOR AND HOPE en i ii i ; w hkld. UNDAUNTED in i eril and fore- man- kind i uard ci t the weak and sup- dom a friend. iimid the rude - I may and commotion, i • chj first b( wer nnfui BU1I firm Rl n.i l i . r and Hop t < » 1 1 tin* t*arth, where true honour cotnbinin \\ it w hei i i iuty \1 I til V < xalt- etfa the .soul. 42 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. O land of my birth ! yet shall peace be thy portion, And thy white sails in commerce agsiin be unfuiTd ; And still shalt thou stand, lovely rock! in the ocean, The anchor of Europe, the hope of the world. DEAR NANCY, ADIEU. UNFURLED were the sails, hear- ing William afar, From the shore where his Nancy had lingered in view ; "While the tears for the fate of her generous tar From her bosom escaped, as she cried, love, adieu! Endeared to the spot by sweet Sympathy's tie, Where last her fond William had vowed to be true, O'er the ocean's expanse she would range with her eye, As the waves gently murmured, — dear Nancy, adieu! Three years have elapsed, and the beach Nancy sought, As a vessel appeared, with her streamers displayed; Tis my love, she exclaimed, but sad tidings were brought, Which struck with despair the affectionate maid! — For who can describe her keen pangs when she found That her tar, to lib country and king ever true, Had fallen, alas! but by victory crowned, While the crew, wrapped in grief, sighed, " Brave Wil- liam, adieu." Tae portrait from Nancy, which hung from his neck, To his messmate, he gave, with a heart rending sigh, Then, raising himself on the blood streaming deck, While softness ineffable beam'd from his eye, % A wish he expressed that his true love might have The pledge he received of af- fection so true ; In death he embraced it, then sunk to his grave, And his la9t falt'ring accent* breathed, " Nancy, adieu!" BEAUTY IN TEARS. OH, weep not sweet maid, nor let sorrow oppress thee. Thy innocent bosom should banish all fears; Kind heav'n will protect thee, fail, virtue caress thee, And anjrels will pity such beauty in tears. But some cruel tyrants compas- sion ne'er cherish, In all their dark actions ambition appears ; They suffer the wretched to lan- guish and perish, And look without pity on beauty in tears. How blest is the heart which with charity floweth, And tranquil the bosom that virtue reveres ; Hoif sweet is the balm which kind pity bestoweth To s'often the sorrow of beauty in tears. But some cruel tyrants compas- sion ne'er cherish, In all their dark actions ambition appears; They suffer the wretched to lan- guish ind perish, And look without pity on beauty in tears. EVERY MAN HIS OWN PILOT. I WAS saying to Jack, as we talk'd t'other day About lubbers and snivelling elves, POP! l.\ll AND ( HOU ■ That T!m thank but lit b\ tbON \N lif i lie's listening to i !«!.!< -r.ils. Bcilly ldes< life, ai in nduct III f iviug luff, and no near, keen her inns, In honour*! line rendy, . her iteady, Ami neither to stnrot i lo pott* , life's wind to defj , And the lielm lias a trim and ►PC, keeping the ship full ami by. He mnj weather tiu> Cnpe of Good Hone. Bui it he itei rS large, in tempta- tion'- And to pleasure gives too inucli head \va> ; Unrd-n-porf helsn, the ship*a \ the lee, And the fonnders in Botnni liny. Thns in »teering in li In wedlock, SO many wrong- r are i: uid so Till i t" ihnt sun I is their anchor- ■ at last. i wn, to be dobbed mi But this ! ■ down • ape Horn, 'Jill the hnabnuds have shown thei I I the h" s ■ hole, And at i i>t be Inid in t <• Bed . But ftne honest fellows, |o honour enr, Shall, in thin w rid, thing perplexed. Of False B bring up in (ape ( !< And bespenh ■ snug birth in the Thns in steering in life, Ac. THE PLEASURES OF TRA V&L1ANQ. II' pin . then trav. I by the mail, sir. Then full of fun, I. sir, se, if know !• lining ; Then rou*U nuoi wastly entertaining. Tel lol de rol, Ac. There's big and little, short and tall, the squire and the • And you may be quite COSej with some sweet bewitching t ha nn- er ; With tinkers, tailors, aldermen, quack-d All tightly iquei d ss as potted beef, Mr. . Ac. When CO breakfast we alight, if ry nice, bnl what you can got . They ki.k sp inch I rumpus with the r That if you don't look w» rv sharp )< nil tuals. I 41 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Thus we gaily dash along-, nor care about the wet, sir, Av»d as ve scamper down a hill vhy ve may get upset, sir ; But do not you be timbersome, tor, it' your neck you break, sir, Vith pleasure I vill undertake to find an undertaker. Tol lol de rol, Ac. Then banish all your fears, and don't stand skilly shally, But mount the mail, and push along- through willage, town, or walley ; And, if your journey is cut short, to guard you from all scoffing-, 1*11 send you home quite snug in a patent iron coffin. Tol lol de rol, &c. OH! 'TIS LOVE! OH ! His love, 'tis love, 'tis love, That makes the world go round; Every day, beneath his sway, Fools, old and young, abound ; Love often turm young ladies' brains, At which mamma will scold, So, in revenge, Lovt thinks it fair To shoot sometimes the old ; With love some folks go mad, 'Tis love makes some quite thin, Some find themselves so bad, The sea they must jump in. Oh! 'tis love, &c. Love rules alike, both high and low, Great people, and the small ; Excepting, always, married pairs, Which love can't rule at all. Yet angels men will see, In those dear forms they wed; What angels those must be, Who crack a husband's head! Oh! 'tis love, &c. In all your letters filled with love Take care no vows appear; For if they ever go to court, You'll look a little queer; 2 Not Hymen's court, I mean M itii bloomingLoves andGraccs; But where, instead, are seen, Long wigs, and longer faces. Oh ! 'tis love, i j»o did folio v, But Pit. on l»is rub-a-dub, beat them all hollow. O, i -cud. . bad ■ \ ery hail cold, And bad D*d ; , cry sound, loudly told, But the aobe might fa up the dead. -!h- jumped iHit, Seized a certain utensil, in bed- chamber fashion, And th enaders it quickly went dash O, cruel Miss Fiddlestick V Ll\ LP, IN THE MORN! I' P, up, In the ■ ie sound of On ei now lie the morn- inoald tl ur fnnciei emit out la wi- thering dn Blnmber m re us I The §w«m The- Oh, who that e'er flew lew ; day, • way ? In U\> I Blamber't dull anas, For him vera nnrblding and inj," in vain. ■ i, tnortaraan, ea w hile breaketh the i And the dew-drop each loweraad wild bedae adorn, But Huzza!— And bid the > the sound v oar honk MERRILY 1) tNCE UOl'M) THE MISLBTOE TREK. COMB hither! come hither! the i iirlit Of the moon shines cheerfully down to-nL'ht. Of glee. Let us merrily dame round the nutlet Oh ! welcome thou |ilai I Thou innocent pledge ofDrui I care not how distant the n j | be, t a branch The n been hal Be it thrice this pearl- ber- , pi. uit oi the _ r \ e. Will yield at Ihe of her love. 4G POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Come hither! then, come! while the moon shines bright; Tiie heav'ns themselves beam out joy to night. Come hither! for this is the season of glee ; Let us merrily dance round the misletoe tree. THE FOOTMAN, THE BUTLER AND THE COOKMA1D. IN a nobleman's family dwelt A footman, whose name it was John, He loved a fair maiden, and felt That his heart it was melted tind gone, She made all the puddings and pies, Though askance with her eyes she did look, And Johnny ndirnred the sweet eyes Of this fat little Betty the cook. One night in the winter they sat, All love, by the great kitchen fire, Cried John, by the lace on my hat, You're all that this breast can desire ; So swear to be constant to me, Or you'll kill me, as [ am a man ; If you do, straight my ghost shall make thee Nothing else but a sop in the pan. His Betty she swore, but, oh dear ! A week had not dwindled away, When a butler spruce did appear. With his wig all so powdered and gay, So Johnny was slighted, and he While cleaning his knives often sighed, Till at length he took one, d'ye see, And cut his poor throat till he ied 9 Now Betty she cared not a pin, For, the very next Sunday, 'lis said. The butler her word he did win. And they went to St. George's to wed ; Then their friends in the kitchen all met, Near the fire a young pig it did roast, But Betty she could not forget, For, oh dear, she remembered the ghost. The butler was chanting a song. When some one his singing did spoil, 'Twas the ghost in his winding- sheet long Who came this poor maiden to broil. The builer jumped into a chest, The coachman fell flat on the floor, While the housemaids and all of the rest They flew to get out at the door. The ghost seized his love, though she ran, And never a word did he say, But plump in the hot dripping-pan Poor Betty quite meltingly lay. The butler died in the chest, And now, every year, it is said, John's ghost does the mansion in fpst, With a dripping-pan placed OE his head. AWAY WITH CARE. AH ! why should we repine at care? 'Twill never smile the better; So seize y,oung hope with greet ing fair, And spurn care's galling felterr Alas ! one hour we live to joy, But grief, the youngster meet- ing-, Frowns darkly on the laughing boy, And then his smile is fleeting. 17 but o yield their ilinjc on t. ■ Ull, \er : M hj not whither ; *T i-. ; i peer Mi;- Thea health oh! mirth and joy woeld dap If memory, decs Would leave ■ blank with: . heart, - i play In : But while to life our hearts can Remembraace sheds its power; \\ iih ranging thought* of joy and ize the present hour; And banish hence our dreams of ■ un from , rrow ; her iieeting- And tliiak "f grief to-morrow. un LB E, buy poor Sally's wooden "\\ ho all fbl My pins, - I sell all ndon, where I'm ^wu I rrow, . Bui i . 1 1 y . PR] : \K\. A DOW N I h\ ad an old maul, Who being past sixtj her charms I u t.» i.ule. litiag tor husbands was •ry ; she Mas monstrously rich, that for me i And sadly I wanted to finger the atuaT, i, will you marry me, deal Prettj dearj • (>, la. lal. embarran me, And she tried hew to blush, but iier blue, ier cheek- were wear] ; if, " I am told you re a sad little man, And cheat all the dear prettj that believe it, my . . \ !" Pretty de O, la, lal. e li- re a tall l; Who was rj, : tirs head aw I That a qcK thumb siie called me, f iny •IH POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. LONG LIFE TO THE PETTI- COAT. THERE Nvith fun we the stocking throw, Boys all dressed in their Sun- day clothes, Girls trimmed neat from top to toe, Red looks the priest at his come- ly nose, Round goes the jorum at bedding- time, "Whack 'gainst the floor goes each leather brogue, Bang go the bells in a merry chime, Smack go the lips of each pretty rogue. Lilt up the pipes, let the chanter sound, Dearly we doat on the merry note, "While the sweet whiskey goes briskly round. Drinking long life to the petti- coat. Sweet are the smiles from the comely bride, Eyes at her of all goggle so, Bridegroom stands by her lovely side, A goose just nicked in the nod- dle though ; Girls chant out from their merry throats, Boys for the whiskey are riper now, Toasting the souls that wear petti- coats, All get as drunk as the piper's sow. Lilt up the pipes, &c. CUSHLAMACHREE. DEAR Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises, An emerald set in the ring of the sea, Each blade of thy meadows my faithful heart prizes. Thou queen of the west, the world's Cushlainachree ! 2 Thy gates open wide to the poof and the stranger; There smiles hospitality, hearty and free ; Thy friendship is seen in the mo- ment of danger, And the wand'rer is welcomed with Cushlainachree. Thy sons they are brave ; but, the battle once over, In brotherly peace with their foes they agree, And the roseate cheeks of thy daughters discover The soul-speaking blush that says Cushlainachree. Then, flourish for ever, my dear native Erin, While sadly I wander, an exile from thee, And, firm as thy mountains, no in- jury fearing, May heaven defend its own Cushlainachree. THE SAILOR'S NOTION. POOR Savage compared a lo»t friend to the eye, When losing, by accident, t'other, Soon wept itself blind, thus poor Bob would descry The duty friends owe to each other ; Now he may be right, yet as I think he's wrong, Til tell ye, dear messmates, my notion, Though, perhaps, 'twould do bet- ter in prose than in song, Were not we jolly lars from the ocean. So my notion's this, a true lad being dead, Who through life acts the man we first find him, Leaving grief to the women, a tear or two shed, 'Tis to cherish the wife left be hind him. roi'l LAR AM) CHOU ' heart \ ihed, that a mau i advice, when a II but their - tlii-., Ac. For wl rid klndneai - call, pity; itngel; but it all But i theunwitty. A true friend, my lads, like the in our ship, SbouM he mellowed by age to i«iy ; Then, too tough to warp, if luck slip, you he'll ever prove > notion's this, such a one ad, through lite, &c. l thouTt be I'll i l Thy KniM I'll still be thine, and thou'lt be mine, I'll i I v can 1 i-"< FAREWELL, LOVE. \ ell, love, And from » i ber heart. I i thou'lt be mine, I V. ' tlOU think - Oh', ri THE CHARMS OF LIFE. B Rowing bo.vl \\ ith ruby I \ \ hen blcsVd, Ac. F 50 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. And when I met you in the prove, Your eyesbeam'd brightest fire, Which spoke the kindest notes of« love, That kindled with desire. VTwas then I felt love's keenest pain, Which ne'er before I knew, Yet thought I was a happy swain, When bless'd with love and you. And as along- the banks we stray'd, I ask'd if you'd be mine ? When thus replied the generous maid, * For ever I am thine V Which did banish all my pain, My cares and' troubles too, And I am now a happy swain, Being bless'd with love and you. HERE'S TO THE MAIDEN OF BASHFUL FIFTEEN. HERE'S to the maiden of bashful fifteen, Likewise, to the widow of fifty; Here's to the bold and extrava- gant quean, And here's to the housewife that's thrifty. Let the toast pass, Drink to the lass, I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass. Let the toast pass, &c. Here's to the maiden whose dim- ples we prize, Likewise to her that has none, sir; Here's to the maid with a pair of black eyes. And here's to her that's but one, sir, Let the tcast pass, &c. Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow, And to her that's as brown as a berry: Here's to the wife with a face full of woe, And here's to the girl that is merry. Let the toast pass, &c. 2 Let her be clumsy, or let her be slim, Young or ancient I care not a feather; So fill a pint bumper quite uj to the brim, And e'en let us toast them toge- ther. Let the toast pass, &c THE BRITISH TRUE BLUE WHEN the drum beats to arms each bold British tar, Bids farewell to his girl, wife, or friend, Courageously flies to the dangers of war, His country and king to defend; His heart burns for victory, for honour and gain, Determined his foes to subdue, Thus flies to the bulwarks that sails on the main, None can equal the courage of true blue. How noble is the sight of the grand British fleet, As down Channel their course they do steer, Each true British tar longs his enemy to meet, No storms nor no dangers does fear ; His heart burns for victory, for honour, and gain, Determined his foes to subdue* Thus flies to the bulwarks that sails on the main, None can equal the courage of true blue. If our enemies should dare for to mee«t us once more, Like lightning to our quarters we'll fly, Like thunder in the air our great guns they shall roar, Determined to conquer or die p I ire ra- ti true, | should si>. To our b . i their tiue blue. n our prize we have taken ami made her our own, e port our ship glo- D the h:uh<»ur we've gained and arrived "ate at home, We give our admiral three We drink a good health to our kin. ws, An t,y gi»i that's con- spend ! the courage of i)lue. COD SPEED THE PLOI and my In the : linnet!* Will I cheerfully ling through the I bil I Full of health an< find, and a sou. And a competence joined I plough ; Still abroad, with the ga sun. Let me breathe wholesoim to 1 f< And each night, when my labour is d Have uninterrupted re, To my work, when f 1 . List th~ woodlark's soft note While the lad, whistling, t! not of em And through t! While the thrush, warbling loud And the W While the fl play. What joys like the joy i of the spring- ! \\ i tli the fruit of our mdu joii In return kind ; 52 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. When bright Phoebus each mom do ari*e, And cheers the day-scene with his ray, From my bed as I cheerfully rise, And join in glad thanks for Hie day ; For my health, my wealth, and my song-, And content, that smiles on my brow ; And at nig-ht, with my plough- mates among, For mv sons: — *■ sing- God speed the plough !" FAR FROM HIS NATIVE MOUNTAINS. FAR from his native mountains torn. To swell the merchant's store, The hapless negro stands forlorn, And views the dreaded shore. So youthful maidens, doomed to wed Where least their hearts desire, Behold, with mingled grief and dread, The fatal convent's spire. The bird, on fearless rapid wing, Flies to the verdant grove. There, with his happy mate, to sing The joys of mutual love, So youthful maidens, doomed t o wed Where most their hearts desire, With light and airy paces tread, To view the convent's spire. TO THE FrELD WE'LL REPAIR. COME away, come away, hark, the sound of the horn, And the hounds' noble charms has waked the fresh morn, Briskly follow, my boys, see sly Renard is found, And no doubt before night he will lead us a round. Huzza, huzza, huzza, my brave to the field we'll r To chase the sly fox, and o'ertake the fleet hare. What manhood can boast may in hunting be found, We leap stiles and hedges, and fly o'er the ground, We ne'er fear our necks, while the cha?>e is in sight, The greater the danger, the our delight. Huzza, huzza, huzza. When Renard is caught hound, horn, and voice, We make the woods ring and the peasants rejoice, Our triumph with innocent plea- sure they view, And acknowledge that hunters are always true blue. Huzza, huzza, huzza, &C. To the joys of the day succeed those of the night, A well-furnished table is then our delight, 'Tween Bacchus and Venua tune glides away, Till the horn calls us forth to the chase of the day. Huzza, huzza, huzza, my brave boys, from the woods we'll re- pair, From the chase of the fox, to the charms of the fair. FARE THEE WELL. FARE thee well, the meat is roasting, Which I must not eat norb Ought the mouth that takes the most in Be the one dei.ied to taste * Never wight Avas so outwitted. Here's a job of joume I who oft have turkies spitted, Now am treated like a Turk. . ! I spoil. ; ; t r> . 'J UK SEA UOY. • shall be anfurl'd A tea-buy nu the high ami Ther. hour, The helmsman. With ■ His elitty to the waves would p «r, r storms at Ami : -boy, 'midst the Ltion on the high ami i her cotirae, ie look-out far 11: : ami g'uhly IBS MOUTH WITH A .ile, 11 il lu the Impearl'd i ith the Ai 9 Or I THE FAIR. WOULD ye* tee the world in little. Ye eurioa >ir, . 1 1 1 1 1 . ■ At this our rustic I. in ; lit, With whim lor whim we*ll catch I give you | rt. a rattle, T<> men « li lies •Id; lies, Ami horns all tipt with Then, if for fine parade Come here, ami sec our puj . .-/.] Walk iu hi the Queen «>t Sheba ami Kin . in all hi«. glory ! that t no more alive than 1 am! While the pipes ami labor read the air. Hasle, neighbours, • Ami all > 0* To our I uitis I hat i Our hobs can mil li not quite In tin : \\ 1: I 54 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Then, boast not tricks so noxious That genteel lite bespeak, Our jugglers, hixious-doxious, Shall distance every Greek. Can Pharaoh and his host be found To match our nimble merry-go- round ? Spoken.] Put in here! put in! put in! every blank a prize! down with it, and double it, twenty can play as well as one. While the pipes, &c. Hear yon mountebank assure ye Of diseases by the score A single dose shall cure ye; Can Warwick-lane do more ? Vid virligigs, tetotums, Yon Jew-imposhing faish Shall cheat you here in no times All one as in Duke's place. Hark, yonder making- merry, Full many a happy clown For champagne who drinks perry As good as that in town. Then, for sights we've apes and monkeys, Some on four legs, some on two ; Tall women, dwarfs, cropt don- keys, For all the world like you. Then, would ye Ranelagh find out, What think ye of our roundabout r Spoken.'] Walk in, ladies and gentlemen! the only booth in the fair ! here ye may make the whole tour of the world! would ye ride in the Caravan, the Expedition, the Land Frigate, or the Dilly ! fourteen miles in fifteen hours, la- dies and gentlemen ! While the pipes, &c. Tims on a last remaining stay, The shipwreck'd wretch relies. The surges dash his barb. aw«y, lie struggles, sinks, and dies. So I when late a parent smilM On her whom I adore, \\ ith hope's vain dreams my bout beguil'd, But Hope is now no more. HOPE IS NOW NO MORE. HOW blest was I, when late Hope smil'd On her whom T adore; Delusive hope the hours beguil'd, But hope is now no more. THE ARMY AND NAVY OF BRITAIN FOR EVER. LET sailors and soldiers unite in this cause, Bound together by honour and loyalty's ba.ul ; Both fight for Old England and cherish her laws, And give to the king each hh heart and his hand. In this phalanx unite. Like lions we'll fi^hf^ While no private feuds our inte- rests dissever : But this be our boast, And our ultimate toast, Here's the Army and Navy of Bri- tain for ever. The sailor who ploughs on tho watery main, To war and to danger and ship- wreck a brother; And the soldier who firmly standi out a campaign, Do they fight for two men who make war on each other? O, no! 'tis well known, The same loyal throne, Fires their bosom with ardour and noble endeavour ; And that each with his lass, As he drinks a full gla Toasts the Army and Navy of Bri- tain for ever. That their cause is but one, and they both can unite, Needs no other example than this to be seen ; VM)( ll(»i< H»- pulls und be ,1 he fall*, r musket he - ,i heu the ti i» his Dolly Drink i Bri- tain ■ tbout it ion, imulu* glory end loyal- ■Hill tO ion. W'liil- t and »>«• ii i 1 1 nit Briton* draw .ill enemies fly, And let fame rend th< \riny and Navy of Bri- tain for ever. AWAKE, MY BOY. . iiiv dariinf me thy laughing eyes, Tliy father hails the boundless deep, And leave* thy mother, ah ! to .-', and I shall see, I 'd face in Awake h«, ami, oli ! rely, You".! i i with lullaby. Awaki u shall see i Laee, The tinkling belli thine And deck with smiles thy cheek . my &< Ah, yes, you know, 'twill p ■ Tne gift thy fetlx Awake, IW< 9 | All did I Art t!i Awa , &c mi: old iii'.f.i. \k \ AT YON a the chi beggar, that w iih ins heard till • like I Tbovurh he smiles keen arrows of fate, Still his bosom is wearied with woe. Many \ears has he ^at at the foot of the hill, Many days seen the summer sun lis,-; And at evening- the traveller I hiin .-.t ill, \\ hile the shadow steals oyer skies. Time was, when the beggar in martial trim di Id as the chief of hi* throng; When he marched through the And still smiled as he jourm ng. But love o'er his bosom trium- phantly reigned : Love* taught, him in pine ; wasted Irs youth, yet he n plained, For the lili limine. im now while with age ami with sorrow opp He the gale opens slowly and lis ; im drop the on his The hig t< | rj -m G6 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. To him all is silent and mournful | and dim, E'en the seasons pass dreary and slow ; For affliction has placed its cold fetters on him, And his soul is enamoured of woe. See, the tear which imploring- is fearful to roll, Though in silence he bows as you stray; 'Tis the eloquent silence that speaks to the soul, Till the star of his slow-setting day; Perchance, ere the May blossoms cheerfully wave, Ere the zephyrs of summer's soft sigh, The sun-beams shall dance on the grass o'er his grave, And his journey be marked to the sky. IRISH PROVIDENCE. MY darling, says Pat, to his spouse on liis lap, At this present moment we're not worth a rap, With our faces so lean, and our duds on our backs, Our cow and our pig, my dear No- rah, are dead, Not a single potatoe is left us for bread, The science of ploughing my fa- ther taught me, So I'll e'en try the water and plough the salt sea — With my Jill, sing Jack, sing Bibho whack. Says Norah, when you're on the ocean, my life, Sure Providence then will take care of your wife, For no babies have we, not a Jill nor a Jack ; — But when Pat was away, what did Providence do ? — Made the Squire build for Norah a cabin quite new; He furnished it gaily, to dry up her tears, And he peopled it too in the space of three years — With his Jill, sing Jack, sing Biblio whack. But when Paddy return d how it gladdened his heart, To see his dear Norah so fine .and so smart, With her rings in her ears, and her silks on her back, And who furnished for you this cabin, says Pat? 'Twas Providence, said Norah* himself that did that; Then Providence, Pat cried, as looking around, Is the neatest upholsterer ever was found, — With hie Jill, sing Jack, sing- Biblio whack. Then Norah, dear Norah, tell me, if you please, Whose four little chubby-cheek'd rascals are these ? These little gossoons, with their locks all so black, — They are mine, Pat, by Provi- dence sent, do you see,— Oh ' botheration, says Pat, but that don't humbug- ine, For if Providence minds to send legs to your chairs, Sure he'll never forget to send fathers for heirs — With his Jill, sing Jack, sing Biblio whack. Oh ! Norah, when I've been upon the salt sea, By St. Patrick, you've been a big traitress to me ; May whiskey console me, for I'm on the rack ; . .Mr. I' k I kick ha- ul — Jack, sin- Biblio WHEN THE ROSY MORN APPEAR I Wll! appearing-, ith dew iko \ erdant », mul hall the morn. v» arbllag birdi the day proclaim- Car ly strain : ke their leafy dwelling, Idea grain. it, the humble gleam r, Take the scattered ears thai fall: Natare all her children \io Kindly bounteous, ea DELIGHTS OF ALE. COME, 1< I the prove, "*\ here, with rni>ture and love, We'll chase the dull hours,— where pleasara prevail ; "\\ here' each Jovial fellow \\ i I o ipletheli Aiul wind t . Hark ! hark ! the hunt-. Tantivy t To horse, to bone, and away we By, r-ho! and hark forward lleuard must die. r he flies, But all his cunnin Yoicki ! >oicks : the hum Tantivy, upon him again ! To eartli, lo earth, lie would 1 try, .-ho! and hark forward! for Kcnard must die. THE PERPETUAL MOTION*. WHEN first I On courtship 1 . To court a | irl to a itty, O ! I thought I She won m ■O de\ ilisfa pretty, O ! \\ e - Ami pat la I paid her strict devotion, O! But her t u \ y 'l'lic Was the perpi \\ ith click, rlick, clack. Hoc \ Like iqualli ,0! i day and i \\ .nl, l in- For I found perpetual motion, O 58 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. If I staid out, You need not doubt, Her lung's were ripe for action, O ! She'd squall and bawl, Then names she'd call, And seemed to like detraction, O ! Her voice it rose, Then, heaven knows, From words her blows would fol- low, O! She'd ne'er tire, But vent here ire, And make me hoop and hollo, O! With click, clack, &c. But now once more, My heart is sore, She's gone, and left me easy, O ! But I again Have sought out pain, For another's come to teaze me, 0' I little knew The sex all through Of talking had the notion, O! But upon my life, My second wife, Keeps up perpetual motion, O! With click, clack, &c. HUZZA! TANTARA! BRAVE BOYS, WE WILL FOLLOW. NO joys can compare, To the hunting of the hare, In the morning, the morning, in sweet and pleasant weather; When the beagles they surround We've a sport upon the ground, And sing tana, huzza, and sing tarra, huzza, and sing tarra^ Brave boys, we will halloo. Then she up does arise, And away from us flies, Oh! we'll give her, we'll send her a thundering halloo; With horse and with hound, We'll pull her courage down, And sing tarra, huzza, and sing tarra, huzza, and sing tarra, Brave boys, we will follow. O'er valley and plain AVe will gallop amain, While poor puss is, poor puss is away from us flying; But, her breath growing short. With the ending of the sport, And to lose us, huzza, and to lo3« us, huzza, and to lose us, In vain she's contriving. Poor puss being kill'd, We retire from the field, To be merry, boys, merry, boyu., and drive away all sorrow ; We have nothing to fear, But to drive away our care, And to banish, huzza, and to ba- nish, huzza, and to banish All thoughts of to-morrow. THE SHIP ON FIRE! FROM Plymouth, in the Vulcan, we set sail, Three hundred was the number of our crew, We left Old England with a flnc- brisk gale, And, sighing, bade our girls a long adieu ; For five long months propitious proved the wind, That swiftly bore us o'er the billowy main, Thus all went cheerily, for Fate was kind, Each thought to see his native land again. Now, mark the change ! 'twas mid- night, and the blast In fury drove us o'er the foam ing flood, With blackest horror was the sky o'ercast, When, lo! the cry was heard that thrilled our blood; To work, all hands ! to work ! slie's fired below, Secure the gun room, or we're blown on high, Pour on yet faster, let the torrents flow, For see the curling flames mount to the sky! . . IOBM sturdy but danger I not budge, hut i u !" down we knelt, and prayed i ice,— "11 «:e all bope B bis fellow 'mid the billows, mstant u n, The crash still adding to the tern, • struggling, ng to a plank, 1 gained t Tlm-> . And laughed at your love with DO handsome young beau: iduct will prove it ; bu , it V have lamed her, nro.* reilj young ter; Perhaps j lather, but how shall you know? You hag them — her gallant it -• ing « ith laughter 1 — ♦That thought*! like to ma me, Doct « The boys c< st you many a penny and shilling; You breed them with pleasure, with trouhl- But on a villain/ — * My heart could not bear it, dear Doct ' The i But virtue and beauty has many O, think what mav happen; nipt in tl. ease, Docl ink you to I'm better; i'll drink wuh you ere that you go ; I POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. I'll .sever more sicken for women or riches, But love my relations and Doc- tor Monro. I plainly perceive, were I wedded to Christy, My peace and my pleasures I needs must forego.' He still lives a bachelor; drinks when he's thirsty ; And sings like a lark, and loves Doctor Monro. A WEARY LOT IS THINE. A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid, A weary lot is thine ! To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, And press the rue for wine. A Lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A feather of the blue, A doublet of the Lincoht green, No more of me you know, My love ! No more of me you know. * This morn, merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain ; But she shall bloom in winter snow, Ere we two meet again.' — He turned his charger as he spake, Upon the river shore; He gave his bridle-reins a shake, Said, * Adieu for evermore, My love ! And adieu for evermore.' THE PLEASURES OF A SAILOR'S LIFE. A SAILOR'S life's a pleasant life, He freely roams from shore to shore, In ev'ry port he finds a wife ; What can a sailor wish for more ? To him the world her charms dis- plays, He views all Nature's choicest stores, And vent'iing on the stormy sea9, Her various beauties he ex- plores. Then weigh your anchor, bend your sails ; The wind blows aft with pleasant gales , Keep helm a-midships, thus re- main, Our port, brave boys, we soon shall gain. A sailor's life's a happy life, Our hearts are free from pain or fear ; We harbour no ill-will or strife, But merrily our course we steer : If winds blow cross, or storm9 arise, We to our well-known skill re- sort ; The danger boldly we despise, And all's forgot when we're in port. Then each man has his pretty lass, And jovially our time we pass. Our hours with mirth and jcy are crown'd, And cheerfully the glass gcea round. A sailor's life's a glorious life, In danger's field he toils for fame ; When threat'ning war's alarms are rife, His matchless deeds his worth proclaim ; Undaunted he the foe pursues, His breast true British valour boasts, The blood-stained deck he fear- less views, Amid the shock of charging hosts. By him, Britannia's fame to raise, And prove her mistress of the seas, Destruction on her foes is hurled, He bears her thunders o'er the world. WHISTLE AND I'LL COME TO YOU, MY LAD. OH ! whistle and I'll come to you, my lad, Oh ! whistle and I'll come to you, my lad, POP! LAR AND ( 1101 iher, and n my I. nl. But i ■ when >«* come lo An' i k style, ami let n.u- ' '. Ok! whUtb At kirk. OF :it market, wlicuc'tT me, though Hi i ;u \l Hi a ilea. But steal me a blink o' your bonny Vet ! ere na ■ l< at me. Oh! whist 1 1 Ay. vow ami protest that \« na for me, Ami whiles ye may lightly my beaut) a- Butcouit line auither. Ikoegh jok- ing ye be, For ftar that she wiles yt ur fancy frae me. Oh! whisth HAIL TO THE CHIEF. HAIL f l bo in triumph ail\ ■ 11 . Bred ami blest be tho cvt r- iu pine ! may Hie tree in his 1 that -lances, 1 1 .« Iter and grace i line. Ho.i\ e '. tend it be] py dew, , ,li lend it i illy to \N h.l . \ icb Alpine dhu, ho, ier. • i 01 Oui n i- \\ ben the whirlwind hi i The more shall t I m Alpbn i in her shade. id m the rifted i proof to the b Firmer be rooU him, i blow ; >1< nteith and Breadalfa tlit-n his praise | 44 Uoderuh Vich Alpm Proudly our pibroch has thrilled in Glen Fruin, And Banochar's groans lo our n replied ; Glen Lus and Ross dhu, tlicy are stnoaking m ruin, Ami the b< Lomond lie deed 0, that the rosebud U -lands Wei rland around him lo tu ine J 0, tlii \\ orthy such n Honoured and I their shadow might ^i ow ! then Ring fTom their deepn M Rod. righ \ ili alpin dim, V.o 02 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. FNGLVND FOR EVER, THE LAND BOYS WE LIVE IN. SINCE our foes to invade us have long been preparing 1 , 'Tis clear they consider we've something -worth sharing-. And for that mean to visit our shore ; It behoves us, however, with spirit to meet 'em, And tho' 'twill be nothing uncom- mon to beat 'em, We must try how they'll take it once more. So fill, fill your glasses, and be this the toast given, Here's England for ever, the land boys we live in. Here's a health to our tars on the wild ocean ranging, Perhaps even now some broad- sides are exchanging, We'll on shipboard and join in the fight ; And when with the foe we are firmly engaging, Till the fire of our guns lulls the sea in its raging, On our country we'll think with delight. So fill, fill your glasses, &c On that throne where once Alfred in glory was seated, Long, long may our king by his people be greeted, Oh ! to guard him we'll be of one mind; May Religion, Law, Order, be strictly defended, And continue the blessings they first were intended, In union the nation to bind. So fill, fill your glasses, &c. SATD A STEAK TO A CHOP. SAID a steak to a chop, On a hook in my shop, In the dog-days and very hot wea- ther, 2 Dear chop, it is clear, If we long tarry here, We shall certainly melt both tv>* gether. Said the chop from the chump To the steak from the rump, Unless there's a change in the weather. Lovely steak, I agree, In a mess we shall be, And of kitchen-stuff made both to- gether. Oh, then with a sigh, Midst sweet sound, ; ' what d'ye buy r" Said the steak to the chop, with emotion, A long or short six. In some saveall to fix, Will at last be our doom, I've a notion. 'TWAS SATURDAY NIGHT. 'TWAS Saturday night, the twink- ling stars Shone on the rippling sea: No duty call'd the jovial tars, The helm was lash'd a-lee. The ample can adorn'd the board, Prepar'd to see it out, Each gave the lass that he ador'd, And push'd the grog about. And push'd, &c. Cried honest Tom, my Peg I'll toast, A frigate neat and trim, All jolly Portsmouth's favourite boast : I'd venture life and limb, Sail seven long years, and ne'er see land, With dauntless heart and stout So tight a vessel to command:, Then push the £^rog about. I'll give, cried little Jack, my Poll, Sailing in comely state, Top-ga"nt-sails set, she is so tall, She looks like a first-rate. \M> i UOK All ! know : i ruling- r. and tight ihin lo man ! SoM' of life, I'd hUI the world throughout, Brai i (or incb a ■ iie : Ttit-n posh the grog about. Thai Tili ranmoo'd by the emptj bied ; i keep, t'umt. OLD TOWLER. BRIGHT Chanticleer pr the dawn, And ■paaglei deck the thorn, The i rds now quit the lawn. The lark springs from the corn ; Dogs, huntsmen, rottnd the window idt the cry, Arise the bun 1 - \\ ith a hey, ho, cii* \ Hark forward, hark forward, tant Hark, hark, tantivy, Tui- must die. The cordial tak< s its merry round, The lau^h and j The huntsman bl i -ound, dogs snuff up the The upland ■ sweep al I rakes they By, The os'd, too true the This day a *ta:r must die. >\ ith a hey, bo, &c. Tin- ure u> no bin I They i \\ it. Di: Alt IS MY LI i I IVB \ alk. DE \R is my little native vale, builds and by my cot she tells her tab- [uirrel leap-, from tr< And sin at liberty. In on h1 myrtle bow That breathe a gale of fragrance round, I charm t'.i With iiiv lov'd lute's id, Or crow us of li\ i. POT those that 1 in the i The shepherd's horn at breaj day, The ballet dance in twilight glade, nonet, and | Mm;- in the silent | .do; Shall bind me to my native vale. DEAR III I I U.i: M A 1 ! FROM place to place I tra\< al.> Dei \\ itli a merry I thought not of t C4 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. But when Frisrilla caught my eye, Willi every charm array 'd in, I sigh'd and Ming, I knew not wliy, Dear little Cottage Maiden. And wou'd the charmer be but mine, Sweet nymph, I so revere thee, I'd gladly share my fate with thine, And ever more be near thee; Tho' gold may please the proud and great, My heart wilh love is laden; Then let us join in wedlock's state, Dear little Cottage Maiden. O'er ine and mine, come mistress prove, And then what ill can harm us ? Kind Hymen will each fear re- move, And spread each sweet to charm us : Together we will live content, And nought but love we'll trade In ; 80 sweetly shall our lives be spent, Dear little Cottage Maiden. I AM A LAD WELL KNOWN IN TOWN. I AM a lad well known in town, For friendship, mirth, and fun, Imong the fair, the black, the brown, My daily course I run ; I chat with Bet, I toy with Sal, I dance with Kate and Sue; My part I play with ev'ry girl, So fond of something new. To kiss and keep it up's my aim, For I'm a roving blade ; Tom Bowling is my saucy name, A rover I by trade ; Shall drowsy watchmen me per- plex, That ramble through the town I love my bottle and the sex, They all my sorrow drown. 2 Then bring me bowls of generous wine, And pledge me with the same; Since life's a jest, I'll ne'er re- pine. Despair's an empty name; The fav'rite catch, the sprightly glee, That pleasing scenes impart; In flowing numbers welcome me. And cheer the merry heart. EACH FLUENT BARD EACH fluent bard, replete with wit, In equal numbers shines, And smoothly flows some fancied name To grace his polish'd lines : He calls the Muses to his aid, In verse he tells his ain'rous tale. Be thou my Muse, thou much-lov'd maid, The fairest flower of Hedsor Dale. Of Hedsor Dale, &c. I feel the warm, the pleasing fire Within my bosom roll, And purest love and chaste desire Steal softly on my soul : In vain I would the flame conceal, And hide those cares my heart assail ; My talk and looks and sighs pre- vail, I love the flower of Hedsor Dale ! What pity — that a nymph so fair, With winning shape and face, Should be devoted to some clown, Or rustic's rude embrace ! That form demands a better fate; Sweet hope, perhaps, I can pre- vail; I'll try, before it is too li^e, To cull the fluwer of Hedsor Dale. l»OI'l LAK AM) ( HOU TV* : I DI AN, At -i\ \\ ith uplift bands and I Bt*niag the \\ b< -s tailors, che \\ ith temper* labour c i I li' U mirth Inclin'd, \\ hile tender thoughts rush'd on my fancy. And my warm sighs iaCHeai'd the wind, Look'd on the moon, a-id la on Nancy* And now arriv'd that jovia! i When t\'iy true-bred t roo* When o'er the grog- all ham t hearts and taeii Hound vent the can, the mirth, idcr n iaaes BUM And, when in turn it came to me, But I was Indl and WaTet had . I tt If, I ttle. And now, while tone lov*d friend [ikC lightning rush".. ■ r y. i [dence I trusted lite. Put up a prayer, and thought ou Nancy. At last, 'twas in the month of May, The crew, it h< - ■ ea- ther, At three A af. dieeover*d d And Kim land's chalk dafl At ieVa ap Chaanel how we bore. \\ hil«* bopet and t'eai my l.uicv ; At t\* < And to my throbbing heart preai*d Nancy. NO GLORY I COURT. n ant, Ambition is nothing t.» me; The one thing I beg of kind li« I tut. I- a mind independent and Next morn a storm came on at With passions nnreflled, untainted four ; in motion, Plung'd me and three , Headlong into tht I ith pi By i' uare; The V 1 11 \ nature cheaply sapplj And I folly and H 3 06 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. The blessings which Providence freely has lent, I'll justly and gratefully prize; "With sweet meditation, and cheer- ful content, Shall make me both healthy and •wise. In pleasure the great man's pos- session display, Unenvy'd I'll challenge my part, For ev'ry fair object my eyes can survey, Contributes to gladden my heart. How vainly thro' infinite trouble and strife, The many their labours employ ! Since all that is truly delightful in life, Is what all, if they will, may enjoy. DEAR IMAGE OF THE MAID I LOVE. DEAR image of the maid I love, Whose charms you bring to view; In absence some delight I feel, By gazing still on you; Debarr'd her sight by tyrant power, How wretched should I be, But that I cheer each lonely hour By gazing still on thee. Oh! cou'd I call this fair one mine What raptures should I feel; Oh! could I press that form divine, Each hour my bliss wou'd seal: But, ah ! depriv'd of all her charms My soul can find no rest: And should she bless another's arms, Despair wou'd fill my breast. WHILST HAPPY IN MY NATIVE LAND. WHILST happy in my native land I boast my country's charter, I ne'er will basely lend a hand Her liberties to barter; The noble mind is not at all By poverty degraded, Tis guilt alone that makes us fall, So well I am persuaded — Each true-born Briton's song shall be, O give me death or liberty ! Tho' small the power that Fortune grants, And few the gifts she sends us, The lordly hireling often wants That freedom which defends us By laws secur'd from lawless strife ; Our house is our castellum, Thus blest with all that's dear in life, For lucre shall we sell them ? Each true-born Briton's, &c. THE SPRIGHTLY HORN. THE sprightly horn awakes the morn, And bids the hunter rise ; The opening hound returns the sound. And echo fills the skies. See ruddy health, more dear than wealth, On yon blue mountain's brow ; The neighing steed invokes our speed, And Reynard trembles now. In ancient days, as story says, The woods our fathers sought ; The rustic race ador'd the chace, And hunted as they fought Come, let's away, make no delay, Enjoy the forest's charms; Then o'er the bowl expand the soul, And rest in Chloe's arms. BEHOLD THE MAN THAT IS UNLUCKY. BEHOLD the man that is unlucky, Not thro' neglect, by fate won: poor; Tho' gen'rous, kind, when he wa£ wealthy. His friends to him are friend no more ! I'Ol'l LAlt AM) ( G7 ads in each tbe tame liki low, Bv i mils, driuk Y, n- tlms de- ed \ io can he find a fellow crea- To comfort him in his disti His old acquaintance dtotm ■ ■Iran i i his friendship to pro- Altho' ■ tear drop from his feel- t be 1 * i! ; Then what avail* his goodly preaching, S'nu deeds cannot be But so it is in life among u«, And give mankind their justly due, >Ti8 hard to find one trul> rous, \\ e all, at times, find this too true; But if your friend he feels your son His tender heart's glad to re- lie\ And when he thinks on you to- morrow. He's hapny he had that to give. COME ALL HANDS, AHOY, TO 1 HE ANCHOR. COME all hands, ahoy, to the am 1 1 From friends and relations to go, blubbers and cries — devil thank her! She'll soon take another in tow. This breeze like the Old One will kick us About on the boisterous main : And one day, if death d04 trick u«s Per b*ck again. .1 will. ho then pull away, bofftl me we go i me a !iat folly boys -ho Our b ikes care of tht riggl More 'specially when he gets drunk ; The bobstays supply him with He the cable cuts up for old junk ; The standing-tail kerves for ha hammock, W ith the clue-lines he bought him his rail, \\ bile ensigns and jacks inamanv mock Arc sold to buy trinkets for Poll. \\ ith B will-ho &c. Of the parser this here i-> the ■-llll n r s, and provision bo ki ; How he'd look if you were but to him A\ ith the captain's clerk who 'tis goes snacks ! Oh ! he'd find it another-gue** story, That would bring his bare back to the cat, Should his majeatj*! honour and glory Just only be told about that. \\ ith a will-ho, Ac. The chaplain's both holy and godly, And sets us for heaven agog ; Yet, to my mind, he looks rather oddly When he's swearing and drink- ing of grog. When he took on his knee Betty Bowser, And talk'd of her beauty and charaaa, Cry'd I, M which is the way to litav'u now, sir 44 You dog," says the chaplain, •• her am W.th a will-ho ftc cs POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. The gunner's a devil of a bubber, The carpenter can't fish a mast, The surgeon's a lazy land-lubber, The master can't steer if he's ask't; The lieutenants conceit are wrapp'd in, The mates hardly merit their flip, And there's never a swsb but the captain Knows the stem from the stern of the ship. With a will-ho, &c. Now fore and aft having 1 abus'd 'em, Just all for my fancy and gig, Could I find any one that ill-us'd 'em, Dain'me but I'd tickle his wig ! Jack never was known for a raiier ; 'Twas fun ev'ry word that I spoke ; For the sign of a true-hearted sailor Is — to give and to take a good joke. With a will-ho, &c. THERE'S SOMETHING IN WOMEN. THERE'S something in women their lovers engage, Of whatever complexion, or sta- ture, or age ; And she who would frighten a mere stander-by, Is a Venus herself in the fond lover's eye. If she's pale, never swan was a tenth part so fair ; If tawny, like jet are her eyes and her hair; IfXantippe herself, her scolding's thought wit; If meek, all good wives to their husbands submit. If a pigmy, how neat are her air and her mien : If a steeple, she's graceful, and walks like a queen : If a girl in her teens, all's hand- some that's young: If eighty, fortune says— World hold your tongue. In short, to dear woman His given to please, And tho' the whim often should take them to teaze, To perplex, to torment, a thou- sand things more, They're the deities men were all born to adore. THE PASSING BELL WAS HEARD TO TOLL! THE passing bell was heard to toll! John wailM his loss with bitter cries ; The parson pray'd for Mary's soui. The sexton hid her from all eyes. " And art thou gone," Cry'd wretched John ; " O dear 'twill kill me — I am dying !" Cry'd neighbour Sly, While standing by, M Lord, how this world is given to lying!" The throng retir'd ; John left alone, He meditated 'mongst the tombs, And spelt out, on the mould'ring stones. What friends were gone to their long homes, " You're gone before," Cry'd John, " No more! " I shall come soon — I'm almost dying !" Cry'd neighbour Sly, Still standing by, " Lord, how this world is given to lying!" POl'l Mil iND CHOI ' Hi i «■ i's will know Who to Mi miin'ry rals'd 1 1» * -* ( ry*d John, M Oh, nil, • i o ber I'll (ro t — doobt with grief the widow's i neighbour >iy, - ii standing by, M Lord, bow this world is pi 1 1 lyinj Their mala ll short ami SWCct ! If bell hail Whin they wore sped;— the 11111'- ral tin at >\ as u.iiinM tip for the mar- Itl ! They row'd and swore, Now o'er and o'er, They ne'er would part till both were dying ! t in \i :i igbbour Sly, Still standing by, ••Lord how this world is given to lying!" n to boar the passing bell John now a sort of hank'ring feels ; Again his help-mate bra^s how Will can trip up a husband's heels; Again |0 the tomb Each longs to come, Again, with tears, and sobs, and sighing, For neighbour - Again to cry — ••Iiord, how this world is given to lying V* VATSH TE MATTER, GOOT KOLKs. VATSH to matt Iks, That you pass your J On dish new fashion gOOta what I cry ; • It itsh Or a shorl 1 without never n tail; • P'gs Or 1 trui- pig — Or a nig ■ 1 tli a curling I I cry BO ■ \ at 1 » i>i j Yet, py Cot, its comical Yon may COflM I Widout any milt For dere*s always ■ cake i Jew. Buy my long tail'd \ Our peoples may lU I \\ ben doy hoar dish ai L.ik-.i-.l 1 sey, 'tis n. ilni- all; Do mistaJu vat ynu in 1 y day in tl [1 tar vorte den tor smouchef to call, A long tail'd pi Toe may see a young man, As tin as my hand, \\ id his bead iii a 1 And a clumsy Old chap. In a light horseman's A citizen tat as a pig, A long tail'd 1 i. Old hunkey for life, Pig in rid a vifo, And noding but vordi pr< Den the bisiwsh you know TO the proctor di | And dere by bang! a tale; Of a long tail'd pig, ic. Here ladies of rank, At a faro bank, Din's my Lord and > . \ ailing in Duke's Place, And heic\ a Jt-u selling a |l A long tail'd p|| 70 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. BESS THE BALLAD-SINGER. WHEN first a babe upon the knee My mother us'd to sing to me, I caught the accents from her tongue, And e'er I talk'd I lisp'd in song, I'm little Bess the ballad-singer. In every village where I came, They call'd me by my infant name. And pensive as I rove along", This still's the burden of my song, I'm little Bess, &c. Thro' woods and village scenes I stray, With plainlive suit and artless lay, And every passenger I meet With lowly curtsey thus I greet, I'm little Bess, &c. TROTTING ALONG THE ROAD. GAFFER Grist, Gaffer's son, and his little Jack-ass, Trotting along the road, Through a gossiping, straggling village must pass, Before they could reach their abode. Master Johnny rode Jackey,wbich old Gaffer led ; The villagers thought the boy monstrous ill-bred, So they made honest Gaffer get up in his stead, Trotting along the road. They didn't go far, ere they heard people talk, Trotting along the road, As how it was stupid for either to walk, Before they could reach their abode. So they both rode, when, proud of his horse and his pelf, A farmer cries, " Down ! would you kill the poor elf? * If you was an ass would you like it yourself?" Trotting along the road. S Next they carried the Jack-ass who never said nay, Trotting along the road. But all changes endured, like the Vicar of Bray, Before he would quit his abode. Ye t e'en this wouldn't please every ill-nat.ur'd tyke, And, therefore, this moral must forcibly strike, We should manage our Jack- asses just as we like, While trotting along the road. A BUNDLE OF TRUTHS. BARNEY Bodkin broke his nose 5 Want of money makes us sad, Without feet we can't have toes, Crazy folks are always mad ; A farthing rushlight's very small, Doctors wear large bushy wigs, One that's dumb can never bawl, Pickled pork is made of pigs. Right fol de riddle del, A yard of pudding's not an eil, Not forgetting didderum hi, A tailor's goose can never fly. Patriots say they'll mend the na- tion, Pigeons will make pretty pics, Lawyers deal in botheration, A gun's too big for shooting flies. Irish whiskey's very good, Lundy Foot will make you sneeze, A barber's block is made of wood, Pepper's good with buttered peas. Right fol de riddle, &c. Times will grow better, never fear, Old maids in scandal take de- light, Candles now are very dear, Roguery will come to light; Chicken gloves a'n't made for pigs, Very seldom asses die, Plum-pudding should be stuffed with figs, The Monument is very high. Right fol de riddle, &t.. POPULAK AM) < HOI Tl llllS*-, live till wv die, i w ith apph Chun bwardens* be made .i fol (l*- riddle, Ac. op, All baker! are no! h lb d ;i pup, The cbinen can run very well, Tin Lett, mire. it fol de riddle, all your clolli, Remoter} \a juti like froth, , are up to suutF; Jolly tan are fbnd of fun, ive the K i ii^-,"' we'll !y shout : And now, good folks, my Meg it clone, '' was about. .1 fol de riddle, Oil! THAT KISS ON Baltic billows rode my ship, i Uiug! On mine I'aulina pre-s'd bCI -> ■ ere tall- Ji I bink on Lhis! \ ii beai I U l nauf ' brave at tea, when you pel it * tn ashore, A far often turni out a ninny; For now ire mail His leave's out with hi Here bouse what's to pay 9 coine t us the wore ; Hand us over the change for a tiea Chorus. For a sailor's life is a roaring life, He laugh* while the wind* and ■ a\ es are at strife, ife on shore, He can pay his score, And sport the splendid guinea. The landlord's sweet daughter now comes in his view, Up to Tars when they get into harbour ; Her shoes are morocco, her petti- coat*! blue. Her wig's just come from the er ; Jack stares in her face with a whimsical phiz, Reviews her and looks like a each chalk on his - i or more, He fix'd on ber eyes while she : rates his, And cheats him while changing his guinea. vus. For n sailor's life is a careless life. He singi while the winds and the waves are at strife : e cheated on shore \\ liile to re, And sports the splendid guinea. - kick, in'orlh oi thilll box, quite ■pick, Hail ind a ti/.zy the Jack bean not ■ word, chucks her Under the chin, Lord ! how can you he 9U ninny ? Lei tne reckon j our - For two six penn'orths in Two hogs, and three simous for what's to come in, So there's three shillings out of a guinea. Chorus. For a sailor's life is a roaring life, He whistles while billows and winds are at strife ; From the landlord's long shore For a live shilling score. To get three shillings cut of a guinea. Well, well, cries out Jack, you Know figures and such ; I dare say you're right, Mrs. Moggy ; All my wonderment is, we should tip off so much In the lime, and yet never get progj But no sailor at toss-pot e'er yet playd amiss, Then he's cunning and never fv ninny ; Come pnt round the grog, For away we must jog. So now, my dear girl, if you'll en e me a kiss, You may pocket your change for B guinea. Chorus. For n sailoi's lift is a careless life. He minds neither billows not winds at strife ; He pays his score, With spirit on shore, And that's all the use of a gui nea. II 74 POPl LAR AND CHOICE SONGS. THE LASS O' GOWRIE. UPON a simmer afternoon, A wee before the sun gade down. My lassie ii* a braw new gown, Cam o'er the hills to Gowrie. The rose-bud, ting'tl with morning' show'r, Blooms fresh "within the sunny bow'r ; But Katie was the fairest flower That ever blooin'd in Gowrie. Nae thought had I to do her wrong, But round her waist my arms 1 fiang, And said, My dearie, will ye gang To see the Carse o' Gowrie ? I'll tak ye to my father's ha', In yon green fields beside the shaw ; I'll mak you lady o' them a', The bra west wife in Gowrie. A silken gown o' siller grey, My mither coft last new-year's- day, And buskit me frae tap to tae, To keep me out o' Gowrie. Daft \\ ill, short syne, cam court- ing Nell, And wan the lass, but what befel, Or whar she's gane, she kens her- sel, She staid na long in Gowrie. Sic thoughts, dear Katie, ill com- bine Wi' beauty rare, and wit like thine; Except yoursel, my bonny queen, I care for nought in Gowrie. Since first I saw you in the sheal, To you my heart's been true and leal ; The darkest night I fear nae de'il, Warlock or witch, in Gowrie. Snft kisses on her lips I laid, The blush upon her cheek soon spread ; She whisper'd modestly, and said, O Pate, 111 stay in Gowrie! The auld folks soon gae their con sent. Syne for Mess John they quickly sent, YYha ty'd them to their heart's content, And now she's Lady Gowrie. ALL -TOGETHER. REUBEN he had wit and grace All together; And ran I wot a godly race, All together. Quoth pious Reuben, verily, Temptation may my spirit try, But the devil and woman I dc defy, All together. Reuben and a blooming maid. All together, Met beneath a hawthorn shade, Ail together. With love his heart began to swell, He clasp'd the maid, and, strange' to tell, Quite plump into a ditch they fell. All together. The devil and woman both came there, All together, Which templed him to love ant" swear, All together. Out they scrambled black as pitch, None could discover which was which ; So he damm'd the woman and the ditch All together. THE SOLDIER'S RETURN. WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi' inony a sweet babe fatherless, And mony a widow mourning ; I'OTl L \U AM) ( li'i > I « 75 \ lefi id tented field, inble knnpa in in v band unstain'd wi 1 plan i Scolin Uaine again, 1 i beery <>n did a an ...a the banks o* ( light upon U I thought up.. a t smile Tit. i , youthful i • At length i reach'd the bonnie A\ hei - l -pit t-il ; ill, and trj thorn, \\ l , ed : Wba spied l but my ain dear maid, Down by her mother's dwelling! And turn'd me round to hide the That in my een was swelling. Wi' alter'd voice, quoth I. et as you hawthorn's blot- O! happy, happy may he be, Thai's dearest m ! My purse is light, I've far to gang 1 , And fain would be thy lodf I've serv'il my king and country lang— Take pity On a sodger ! Sae wistfully she gasj'd on me, And lovelier was than en Quo' - er ance i lo'ed, «t him shall 1 never; Our humble cot and homely fare, ■ball partake it; That gallant badge, the dear cockade, Ye're welcome for the sake o't. She gas'd — she redden'c! like a .,■— . e like any lily, She sank within my arm- ed, Art thou my nin dear Willie r tied : I ' The • Tho 1 poor In rich in \ mailen ; irly ; And come, my faith fu 1 Bodger lad, Thou'rt welcome to it dearly. hi the merchant plough* the main, The farmer ploughs the manor; The ealth ii honour. The brave poor BOdger ne'er de- i count him as a stranger, nber he s his country's stay, In clay and hour of danger. A MO AM AS. A MO A mas, I lo\ A-> a cedar tall and slender. Sweet t ow*lip'a grace her noml- nat .• And she's of t lie feminine gender. Roruin Coruin, sunt di-vorum, Haruin scarum J l Tag rag merry del ry, periwig and bat band, Hie hoc lu ruin Geuetivo. Can I decline a nymph so divine, Her vice like a (lute is diilcis, Her oculua bright, her manus while, And soft, when I tacto, her pulse ILorum Coruin, how Bella*, my i I'll kiss in Becula seculorum ' If I've luck >ir, site's my uxor, O dies benedii toi am ! no Coruin, 11 I POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. PADDY O'LEARY. ADOWN a dark alley I courted a maid, MUta Judy IVP Snifter who washM for a trade, Ocli Cupid led me a figary ; Her toes they turned in, and her back it grew out, And her (yes look'd so melting across her snout, They bother'd poor Paddy O'Leary. Mr. Leary, Paddy Leary, Och fillililliloo, fol de rol de rol. Hiss Judy M'Snifter wa9 bandy, His true, Her mouth very -wide, and her nose rather blue, She put me in such a quandary; Says she, '• I could love you the whole of my life, But. they say that in Ireland you've left your old wife,' * Don*t believe it,' said Paddy O'Leary. Mr. Leary, &c. So a bargain we made soon at church to say grace. Which I seal'd with a kiss on her sweet yellow face, But I soon did repent my figary : When we had been married a year And a day, With a dirty coal-heaver my wife run away, * Devil speed you,' said Paddy O'Leary, Mr. Leary, &c. ",rim. Con. we all know, is the rage in this town, So for damages I thought to make him come down, But the law it was devilish con- trary ; For all that they gave — when much blarney'd been said, For planting a pair of big horns on my head, Was five shillings to Paddy O'Leary, Mr. Leary, &c. Q O, STURM' THE SWEET FLOW'R. 0, STREW the sweet flow'r, and pluck the thorn, And cleanse the green turf, fair maid '. So may some kind hand the sod adorn, When thou in thy grave art laid. And, O, fleeting form of her I've lost, My true love, O linger for me; 'Till I have deck'd our bridal bed P And then I will follow thee. 0, strew the sweet flow'r; f;r now the flow'r Of beauty is laid below; And pluck the foul Aveed, because no weed Did e'er in her bosom grow. And, O, fleeting form of her I've lost, My true love, O linger for me, 'Till T have deck'd our bridal bed And then I will follow thee. WHO HAS E'ER BEEN IN LONDON. WHO has e'er been in London, that over-grown place, Has seen " Lodgings to Let" stare him full in the face; Some are good, and let dearly; while some, 'tis well known. Are so dear, and so bad, they are best let alone. Derry down. Will Waddle, whose temper was studious and lonely, Hired lodgings that took Single Gentlemen only ; But Will was so fat, lie appear' d like a tun ; — Or like two Single Gentlemen rol I'd into one. Derry down. ited: lit All. night 'twas ihe same;— and >-\i ;— and the nexl ; H6 \ten\i r'd like an • >us. and \ < Week pasVd after week; till, by w e «sion, His weaklj cond ist all . ry down. In six month* his acquaintance be- >ubt liiin ; .in, like a lady's loose . knng about him ; i a doctor, and cry'd, a'ninny, ve lost many pounds— make me well— there's a guinea." The doctor look'd '.vise; — "a slow .-," lie said ; rib'd sudoiilkks— and going to bed. :: Sudorificka in bed," exclaim'd Will, * 4 are hum M I've enough of them tliere, without paying- for dn Derry down. Will k'uk'd out the doctor — but when ill indeed, E'en dismissing the doctor don't nlwa\ t.— he said—' 4 Sir, i\o > M I'm the fat Single Gentleman, six mouths Deny down. kee, landli rd, I think, ar- 1 1 ii, it u ith honest in) hist took nit- in ; 9 t I'm bold, id." Quoth the landlord -*• till n ne'er hud I'm i u In airing your p, my wife hi •• And your bed is in, over my 01 '•The Oven!!!" says Will the host, *• Why 1 1 1 ■ -^ " In th.it excellent bed died three people of fashion. * k \\ hv so crusty, good - " Zounds !"— cries Will, iu a taking, " Who wouldn't be crusty with half a year's baking.-" Will paid for his rooms; cried the host, with a sneer, M Well, I see you've base going ■ v half a yea * 4 Friend, we can't well agree — yet no quarrel," Will 44 For one man may die whero another makes bread." RC USE, ROUSE, JOLLY SPORTSMEN. SE, rouse, jolly sportsmen, the hounds are all out, The chace is begun I declare; Come up. and to horse, let us fi 1- low the n And join in the chace of the hare. Hark ! hark ! don't you hear, they are now iu the d The horn, how melodious it ■ds ! 1 Poor I'uss in a fright, how she • prevail, I A\>([ By from the cry of the nils. And f\\, Sic. H I rs POPULAR AND CHOICK SONGS. Though up to the hills and the mountains she scales, Whose top seems to join to the sky; We mount in the air like a kite in a gale, And follow the hounds in full cry; Though into the copse there for refuge she fl'wes. We kill her, it's twenty the odds : While echo surrounds us with hooting and cries, We seem to converse with the gods. We seem, &c. Our freedom with conscience is never alarm'd ; We are strangers to envy and strife ; When blest with a wife, we re- turn to her arms, Sport sweetens the conjugal life. Our days pass away in a ssene of delight, Which kings and their courtiers ne'er taste ; In pleasures of love we revel all night, Next morning return to the chace. Next morning, &c THO' FOSTER'D IN THE HUMBLE COT. THO' foster'd in the humble cot, My friends of low degree; A higher state I envied not, While blest with liberty. Then sweetly dane'd the hours away ; What sorrow could I prove ? With all to make the bosom gay. Sweet liberty and love. But now my heart is full of woe; Ah, well-a-day poor me! The worst of misery to know The loss of liberty ! 2 Yet still be calm, my anxious breast, Hope comfort from above: Kind heav'n again can make me blest With liberty and love. BRING FLOWERS. BRING flowers, young flowers, to the festal board, To wreathe the cup ere the wine is pour'd. Bring flowers! they are springing in wood and vale, Their breath floats out on the southern gale, And the touch of the sun-beam hath waked the rose, To deck the ball where the bright wine flows. Bring flowers, to strew in the con queror's path- He hath shaken thrones with his stormy wrath ! He comes with the spoils of na- tions back ; The vines lie crush'd in his cha- riot's track ; The turf looks red where he won the d«y ; Bring flowers to die in the con. queror's way. Bring flowers to the captive's lonely cell, They have tales of the joyoiL, woods to tell, Of the free blue streams, and the glowing sky, And the bright world shut from his languid eye ; They will hear him a thought of the sunny hours, Aiid a dream of his youth— bring him flowers, wild flowers. Bring flowers, fresh flowers, for the bride to wear ! They were born to blush in hei shining hair; LAN \NI) ( HOIi :«> : her urlh; Her Briiu ide. Bring shed, i i ue brow il ! ret hath the t tfl vio- I'liou in vain for tart, - latt gift—bring r era* the shrine \v hert* ~ neel ia praj er : . nre nature's oti'ering, their place is there : They speak of hope to the faint- ing- liearl ; Will, a voice of promise they come and part. • ia dust through the wintry hours; They break forth in glory ; bring s, bring Qu GODDESS OK THE SILVER HOW. GODDESS of the silver bow, maid*! petition bend, From your service let ber go, And a manuintssus send. Like dead leaves upon a stalk, Tb< uth hath left its >m, \\ hit h to mend, an idle talk, h left her moments to consume. -hard, one who long bath M you well, To he from Hymen*! rights de- bat ! ::*d to lead foul apes in hell. ■ M \ little i Then Godd< In |»il . •twO, 1Y8IUM ON EARTH. COME hither, come hither! by it and by d w e linger in that 1UVOI Like the WW iimner— as one diet away, Aaotber as tweet and as shining comes on ; And the love that is o'er, in ex- piiing, -rives birth To a new one as warm, as un- equalled in bli And, oh ! if there is an Elythun on earth, It is this, it is this. Here maidens are sighing, and fragrant their sigh As the dowers of the amra jus! ope'd by a bee, And precioat their tears as thai rain from the I Which turns into pearls as it tails to the tea. Oh! think "what the kiss ami smile must be worth, >A hen the sigh ami the tear are so perfect in bi - And own, if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this. luarklet the nectar that, hallowed by lore, Coald draw down tl> of old from their spin Who for wine on this earth lef* the fountains above Ami forgot he 1 the e> et we have lu POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. wed with the odour our rtii, \\ li.it spirit tlio sweets of his Iv.len would mi« For, oh ! if there he an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this. There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has total; When two, tliat are linked in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing, and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die- One hour of passion so sacred is worth Whole ages of heartless and wandering' bliss ; And, oh, if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this. THE SAILOR HW FEARS NOT THE ROAR OF THE SEAS. 3'HE sailor he fears not the roar of the seas, But with courage all danger sur- mounts ; O'er his biscuit and tan he re- poses at ease, And with pleasure each action recounts. Contented, the soldier, in dread- ful campaign, Feels bless'd, 'midst the thunder of war ; For envies the sailor, wh6 ploughs the deep main, Any prize — but the gain of a scar. In Liberty's cause, may the bat- tles they've fought, With freedom and peace be re- paid ; In the terrors of war may the ho- nours they've sought Gain them laurels that never mav fade. 9 ADVENTURES IN A STEAM- BOAT. OH, what a row, what a rumpus and a rioting, Those endure, you may be sure, who go to sea ; A ship is a thing that you never can be quiet in, By wind or steam "lis all the same, 'twas so with me. Wife and daughter on the water said they'd like to sail a bit, I consented, soon repented, and began to rail a bit; Papa, now pray do go to day, the weather's so inviting, lauk ! I'm sure 'twill do such good t > you, they'll feed you like a fighting-cock. Oh, what a row, &c. In a boat I got afloat as clumsy as an elephant, So spruce and gay to spend the day and make a splash, Indeed it's true, I did it too, for stepping in I fell ofFon't, And overboard, upon my word, I went slap dash. Wife squalling, daughter bawling, every thing provoking me, Called a hog or poodle-dog, aL the sailors joking me. Dripping wet, in a pet, with many more distressibles, A fellow took the long boat-hook and caught my inexpressibles. Oh, what a row, &c. Such a gig without a wig on deck I was exhibited, Laughed at by the passengers, and quizzed by the crew, Raved and swore that on shore I'd rather have been gibbeted, Than thus half drowned by all around be roasted too. Danger past, and dry at last, in dulging curiosity, I stared to see the vessel flee with such a strange velocity. Pray, said I, to one hard by, what power can impel us so? The smokey devil goes by steam, at least the sailors tell us so. Oh, Avhat a row, &c. LAH AM» ( H<> SI I id all besid< d tall ument [ kitche. .-chimney ttt. 1 v, They 1 • ' llul BmH* id D 1 aw : :. f men and to rival Hell's hubbub, the crew were devils the matter captain Bel- «ji). Oli, what a row. - the, iuiw's ick a bit, The dinn< up below, ami we most fly. I. my dear, I'm very queer, roing t.) be sick a bit, I'm seized with a dizzini faint, I < I cannot eat, I loathe my in feel my stomach failing: me. Steward, hasten, bring a basin, what the deuce is ailing me; I handy get some brandy, the malady to quench unable, Down I lay for half a day, in pickle quite unmentionable. Oh, what a row, &c. A- to dinner I'm a sinner if I h\\ a bit of it ; But anchor cast and home at I'm sate once more, In a packet such a racket, crowd- • quit of it ; Like cattle trom a coaster we ihore : With how d'\e i\o y and how are yon, I see you're better phy •ically, Zounds, be still, Pm very ill, u\v. ays talking- quizzi- cally ; gome with glee may fro to sen. but ill lit t be willing, TUM M Ml) OK \ ALDAH i of su eel \ Aiul hark ! what slio !1im_^ >> ■ i- lyre of lib That fast and fond her I Towarda the wareeotf Anno. Merrily now her faithful I Joins the \ oca! measare ; And long may such fond heart** remain Untouched by sorrow, fear, cr pain, To sin^r so sweet and blithe a aiu el unequalled pleasure. OP HORSES AND HOUNDS. OF horses and hounds, t?Iio scud swift o'er the plain, Praise has oft wing'd its note* to the sk\ ; While echoing horns have re- peated the strain, And jo'mM in the huntsman's full cry. My voice I'll attune, then the chace grace my song-, For nought can compare to its »; O'er mountains, thro' rallies we spank it along, A\ it!» tantivy tantivy, hark for- I ard, my boys. *Tis exercise ever gives health its warm glow, And yields to refreshment a ' How sweetly to friendship the bot- tle will gl"\v, When returned plenty welcomes each rnest. Sly roice I'll attune, \c. POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Our hounds truly train'd, are of excellent brood, Brother spoilsmen I'm yours while Uve breath ; Our horses are ne'er to be equall'd in speed, And we always are in at the death. My voice I'll attune, &c. From the shades could old Nim- rod, that hunter of old, Be permitted to view our do- main ; Our horses, our hounds, and our huntsmen so bold, He'd wish to pass life o'eragain. My voice I'll attune, &c. THE BREEZE WAS FRESH. THE breeze was fresh, the ship in slays, Each breaker hush'd, the shore a haze, When Jack no more on duty call'd, His true love's tokens overhaul'd; The broken gold, the braided hair ; The tender motto writ so fair, Upon his 'bacco box he views, Nancy the poet, love the muse, If you loves I as I loves you, No pair so h?.ppy as we two. The storm, that like a shapeless wreck, Had strew'd with rigging all the deck, That tars for sharks had given a feast, And loft the ship a hulk, had ceas'd ; When Jack, as with his mess- mates dear, He shar'd the grog, their hearts to cheer, Took from his 'bacco box a quid, And spelt for comfort on the lid — If you loves I as I loves you, No pair so happy as we two. The battle, that wkn horror grim, Had madly ravag'd life and limb, 2 Had scuppers drench'd with hu man gore, And widow'd many a wife, was o'er, When Jack to his companion dear, First paid the tribute of a tear, Then as his 'bacco box he held; Restor'd his comfort as he spell'd — If you loves I as I loves you, No pair so happy as we two. The voyage that had been long and hard, But that had yielded full reward, That brought each sailor to his friend, Happy and rich was at an end ; When Jack, his toils and perils o"er, Beheld his Nancy on the shore, He then the 'bacco box display'd, And ery'd, and seiz'd the charm- ing maid — If you loves I as I loves you, No pair so happy as we two. AS HEALTH, ROSY HEALTH. AS health, rosy health, from cheerfulness flows, And eloth draws old age on apace ; To avoid sad disea?°, and such mortal foes, We cheerfully join in thechace. To the wood then let's haste — Diana invites, And thus does the Goddess re- port, " If you wish to gain health with much joy and delight, " Mount your coursers and fol- low the sport." For nature, gay nature, imparts in the chace, Those charms which but hunt- ers enjoy; There we see a strong picture of Iife"s eager race, In a pastime that never can cloy. .. I, . arms. IE POLL, (EASE TO . i BR. patter, ami band \\ by Lord help the poor silly ;ncb ; tliat I n ;it last, I Kd the whole of the nch i it in the kingdom can \ ine sail «>t* the line's not amiai : \\ bile tlicy shrugg'd up their shoulders and snuff' d it ;iw;iy, 11 iw the monsieurs all jabber'd at this. Then while English bosoms boast English hearts, U ell give them all round a rli ; While with ardour each starts. that nothing tan quench, \\ ell ban- the Spaniards, be- labour the Dutch, cap up and laugh at the nch. Let the rulers of France lay to- iler their heads, And the English brag, they'd sail up the -Nile, take Vm all in their beds, And h< i>t at Cairo their flag: Ouij oai, ery'd Monsieur— S i - s i"- ■ - ni. r, said the Dob, Dutch smok'd his pipe and ery'd yaw ; Hut a* soon as the fleet of brave i came on, j were damnable sick In the « raw. Then while En. 2 I But in- i ami l)la Tlu-y maet i ny more, W itiiuuL N uld bring them all back. Then while English b YtJt d'ye mind me, I'm told a^ how the Hi est 04 i By night out of harbour has got; Splice my timbers, tbon'd i brave Bridport bat meet. Why damme they'll all go to pot ; M, my dear Poll should they lore, To plant in Old Ireland their tree; work them again as he work'd them be! And leave m-t a ship on the sea. Then while English b LOVE AND FOLLY. * - Love and Folly rambled on, O'er many a mount and garden ■ Time's brightest hours still flew on, And noon and twilight passM away ; The night came down,— Love loud- ly knock'd At \\ imIoiu'.s (ate, who from within ExclaiinM, " If J lock'd, And Love and Folly can't 8-1 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Love came to me and told his tale; And 1 resolvM, beyond all doubt, To save him from the midnight gale, And (cruel case!) shut Folly out. But Prudence then stood at my side, And said, " If Love his way could win, He was to Folly near allied, And soon the boy would let her in." Oh, Prudence! you the truth have told; The boy has let her in of late, And both are grown so vain and bold, They frighten Wisdom from my gate: With silken cords they bind my hands ; In vain their mercy I beseech, I tremble at their dire commands, And am, by turns, the slave of each. THE GHOSTS OF POLLY ROCK AND HER TWO BANTLINGS. WHEN I was but a tiny boy, And sail'd on board a privateer, Three dreadful ghosts did me an- noy, And to my sight did oft appear ! A woman tall, who, on each arm, A little pale-faced bantling- bore, And cried — " O, Sam, we'll do no harm, For we, alas ! are now no more '" " Dear ghost,'' I said, " all this is hard— If Captain Hock be such an oil. \\ bile I am watching on my guard I think you had belter tell him- self." She took the hint— down glide the ghosts To where the Captain slept be* low ; She drew his curtains to the posts, And pale she glared as drifted snow ! M I'm come," she cried, " bold Captain Rock, To plague thy heart our ghosts are come, Full cold am I as marble block, And eke the young ones, Sail and Tom." " Dear Polly Rock," the Captain said, .And trembled much as he had spoke, *' I never heard that you were dead, And fear, my love, you do but joke." To prove her truth, they vanished straight, And at their heels a fiery flame; The Captain roared out for his mate, Drank off his grog, and slept again. THE NEWSMAN. WHO better knows the world than I ? A newsman is my calling, And in all weathers wet or dry, Rare news I'm always bawling; "The captain of your ship " she And when the folks I want to buy, cried, My papers to enhance, " My love and truth did sore Here's dreadful news, I loudly cry, betray; But just arrived from Fiance; And these poor babes, with me, Thus when to queer the folks I have died, , choose, Who might have lived another I blow my horn, and cry rate day." I news. 2 : L\K AM) ( HOI< 85 ind the world, you'll Inul 'tis ti one hilt" of mankind, The plan of puffing- do pursue, TUe other naif to blind ; Yon doctor, who so rich and gay, Drives on thro' life so ckeerly, Puffs olF his pills, and tells you they Some thousand folks cure year- ly: Thus when to queer the tolks they choose, Each puff's his praise, and cries rare news. Your money-lenders advertise, And pull' their schemes so fair, They tell us us'ry they despise, Then trap the rich man's heir: Others, to catch the fair, will puff, Their soap for ladies feces, Fine Turkish wash, or some rare stuff, Which gives a thousand graces; Thus when to queer the folks they choose, They puff away, and cry rare news. Players and dancers, well 'tis known, Gain halt* their fame by puffing, "With their own praise they cram the town, Their pockets meantime stuff- ing ; Thus each U> trick his neighbour tries, The aim the goldjn stuff. To gain the which they spare nc lie^. But give ye puff for puff; But when to queer the folks I cho I blow my horn, and cry rare news. THE HIGH-METTLED RACER. SEE, the course throng'd with ga- zers, the sports are begun, What confusion! — hut hear! — I'll bet you, — done, done; A thounand I irmurs re- sound far and | | Lords, hawkers, and j -I ii the t ir'd ear : White, with ntck liko I erecting his crest, Pamper'd, prancing, hi* head al- most touching his bri Scarcely snuflng the sir, hi proud and t late, The hign-mettled racer first starts for the plate. Next Reynard's turn'd out, and o'er hedge and ditch rush Men. horses, and dogs, all hard at his brush ; O'er heath, hill, and moor, led by the sly prey, By scent or by view, cheats a long tedious day ; Alike bred for joy in the field or the course, Always sure to come thro?— a staunch end fleet horse; And when fairly run down, the fox yields up his breath, The high-mettled racer is in at the death. Grown aged, us'd up, and lumM out of the stud, Lame, spavinM, and wiud-gall'd, but yet with some blood. While knowing postillions his pe digree trace, Tell his dam won that sweep- stakes, his sire won that race : And what matches he'd won to the ostlers count o'er, As they loiter their time by some hedge -alehouse door; Whilst the harness sore galls, and the spurs his sides goad, The high mettled racer's a hack en the road. At length, old and feebh', trudg- ing early and late, Worn down by disease, he bends to his fate ; From morning to evening he tugs round a mill, Or draws sand, till the sand of hi9 hour-glass stands still ; I S(> POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. And linw, cold and lifeless, ex- posed to view lu the very same cart -which he yesterday drew; Whilst a pitying crowd his sad re- lics surrounds, fhe high-mettled racer is sold for the hounds. LOVE GIVEN TO LYING. COME, Love, you little roguish sprite, And let me understand you right, Why is it thus you treat me 2 Sirrah, attempt not to beguile A native of your mother's isle, Nor think that you shall cheat me. Is it because I am a slave, And you are free, that you behave With this unnatural malice? If once I reach those wicked wings, I'll stitch them to your ribs with strings, And cure you of your sallies. Once you could nestle in my arms, And feign a thousand fond alarms, And sigh, as you were dying. Then you would promise that your darts Should bring me hecatombs of hearts ; Child, you are given to lying! SHOULD DANGER E'ER AP- PROACH OUR COAST. SHOULD danger e'er approach our coast, The inbred spirit of the land Wou'd animate ea:h heart, each hand ! Wou'd bind us in one general host ! England, a world within itsei-T! shall reign Safe on our floating towers, her castles on the main. 9 Our isle's best rampart is the sea! The midnight inarch of foes k braves ; And heav'n, that fenc'd us round with waves, Ordain'd the people to be free! England, &c. CEASE, CEASE ; THOSE SIGHS I CANNOT BEAR. CEASE, cease; those sighs I can- not bear ; Hark ! hark ! the drums are call- ing. Oh! I must chide that coward tear Or kiss it as 'tis falling. Eliza, bid thy soldier go; Why thus my heart-strings se ver? Ah ! be not then my honour's foe, Or I am lost for ever. Trust benevolence above, With mind resign'd and steady; He'll never wound, believe me, love, The heart that's broke already. Serene yon dreadful field I see, Whatever fate betide me; Thy shelter innocence shall be, And I've no wish beside thee. DISTRESS ME WITH THESE TEARS NO MORE. DISTRESS me with these tears no more ; One kiss, my girl, and then adieu! The last boat destin'd for the shore, Waits, dearest girl, alone for you. Soon, soon, before the light winds borne, Shall I be sever'd from your sight; You left the lonely hours to mourn, And \veep thro' many a stormy night. sliall still .eep, Yoat i Mill re- Ami with the distance from your M> lore lor you shall b. is'd ; As to tiif pole the needle lies, While round the bowl the jovial triumphs ou the main, My thoughts shall fondly turn to , u alone shill be my strain; And when we've bow'd the leaguing foe, Revengeful of our country's wrong", Returning- home, my heart shall shew No fiction grac'd my artless song. DEAR PRATIES WE CAN'T DO WITHOUT THEM. AS a cook, a few dainties I'll here be explaining, And sure you'll confess them the p:o in a trice; They're ol' true Irish growth, and if you take my meaning, You'll ->;iy they are all that the world can think aire. There's some folks will eat tin -in, well moistened wiih whisky. Some roast them, while others prefer them if boiled ; And if you bat eat them they'll make your hearts frisky, But leave on iheir jackets, or else they'll be spoiled. mil them, . i Aid I :1111st • in, A malty 1 j"y. They make they I They soften the heart and si rengthea the mind ; And the man from the bog, or the lord in high splendour, All live by praties, as all can find. Besides, if a foe come to threaten old Erin, Well bother his noddle, soon slop his breath ; And at our ammunition he'd soon be found staring, For with praties, dear praties, we'd stone him to death! Dear praties, fct. Then, if you'd be merry, brave stout, and quite frisky, I've only a small little hint now to give ; Pray don't be afraid to drink plenty of whisky, And a great many j are likely to live. Then take my advice, all ye | and ye ladies, Eat plenty of murphies, and d — n the expense ; For if you but swallow our mealy praties, By St. Patrick, you all will be choking with tense ! Dear praties, HARK! THE GODDESS DIANA. HARK the goddess Diana (alls aloud for the chase; Bright Phoebus awakens the morn, Rouse, rouse from your slumber, And for hunting prep For the huntsman is winding his horn. I 3 ss POPULAR AND CHOICK SONGS. See ! the hounds are unkennell'd, And all ripe tor the chase, They start to o'ertake the fleet hare! All danger they're scorning, And for hunting' preparing; To the field then, brave boys, let's repair. BOTHKR'D FROM HEAD TO THE TAIL. AT sixteen years old you could get little good of me ; Then I saw Norah — who soon un- derstood of ine I was in love— but myself, for the blood of me, Could not tell what I did ail. 'Twas dear, dear, what can the matter be ? Och ! blood an ouns, what can the matter be ? Och ! gramachree, what can the matter be ? Bother'd from head to the tail. I went to confess me to Father O'Flannigan ; Told him my case— made an end — then began again : Father, says I, make me soon my own man again, If you find out what I ail. Dear, dear! says he, what can the matter be ? Och ! blood an ouns, can you tell, what can the matter be ? Both cried out — what can the mat- ter be ? Bother'd from head to the tail. Soon I fell sick— I did bellow and curse again — Norah took pity to see me at nurse again : Gave me a kiss— Och ! zounds, that threw me worse again ! Well she knew what I did ail. But dear, dear! says she, what can the matter be ? Och! blood an ouns, what can the matter be? 9 Both cried out— what can the mat ter be ? Bother'd from head to the tail. 'Tis long ago now since I left Tip- perary ; How strange, growing older, our nature should vary, All symptoms are gone of my an- cient quandary, I cannot tell now what I ail. Dear, dear! what can the matter be? Och! bloon an onus, what can the matter be ? Och! gramachree, what can the matter be ? I'm bother'd from head to the tail. BEN CABLE. ONE night, 'twas at sea, iu the midst of a storm, On board a three decker, Ben Cable was born : In his cradle the ship, (which was rock'd by the deep.,1 The whistling grinds often lulled him to sleef . When christen d, they dipped the boy in the salt flood, And the captain himself for hij godfather stood ; From infancy thus, little Ben was inured To tempests and storms, which he bravely endured. On board from his youth, till t* manhood he grew, Ben still was the pride and de- light of the crew ; Even foremost was he at huma- nity's call, No danger could ever his courage appal. If a friend or a foe, in distress hove a sigh, Though the white foaming ocean then ran mountains high ; l 'Twas nothing to Ben, if his efforts could save One unfortunate wretch from a watery grave. in , n , mnon And ! I'H, whom thei >» - l»t find, e lir'ii have Eib dtttj i r than Ben , And be fought ns a true British i i.>uld <1«> ; dOM, why, he'd drink grog and su^ end ami Ion to his king. INDIAN SONG. POOR Orra tiuk of Yunko dear, Tho 1 he bC irone for ever; For he DO dead— he Still live here. And he from here go never. Like on a sand me marke n>\ l)e wave come roll him over; De mark he go, taut still de place 'Tis easy to discover. I see fore now de tree, de lower He droop like Orra, surely, And den by'in taye dere come ;i shower, He hold him head up purely. And so tome time me tink me die, Me heart so sick he grieve me ; But in a lilly time me cry Good deal — and dat relieve me. QUITE POLITELY. WHEN first in Luniuni I arriv'd, On a visit, on a visit, Wh< n first in Lunnun I arriv"d, 'Midst heavy rain and thunder; There I espied a lass in green, The taonniest lass that eyes e'er seen, / ve often heard of beauty's queen — Thinks I, by gum, I've found her. Tol di still, l did \\ e both i Her cl Which Oil the b< I) lows, Her eyes were hi And nigh her month ■ ie rol, &c. Ma ilain, says I, and made a lunr, Scraping t<» her, scrapin her, Madam, says I, and made* bow; — I t{uite forget the weather, If you will me permission give, I'll see you home where'er you live : With that she took me by the sleeve, And off we trudg'd together. Tol de rol, &c. A pratty wild goo- had, I p and down, sirs, in and out, -irs: A p ratty wild goose chase we had, The cobbled stones so gall'd me; \\ hereon we came unto a door, Where twenty lasses, aye, or in re, Came out to have a bit galore, At Bumkin, as they call'd me. Tol de rol, &c. Walk in, kind sir, says she to me. Quire politely, quite politely — Walk in, kind sir, says she to me : Poor lad, they cried, he's un> done ! Walk in, kind sir — not so, says I, For I've jTot other fish to fry — en you home — so now good- l'ze Yorkshire though inLunnun. Tol de rol, l i! i ber in ■ illrer shower: kes flew to her As i it tit- birds into their But overcome with whit* th< i 1 \1 into ;i tear! Thence falling on her garment's hem, To deck her, froze into a pern. HOW PLEASANT A BAIL LIFL PASS HOW pleasant a sailor's life Who roams o'er the wat'rj main ! No treasure he ever amasses, But cheerfully spends all his rain. We're stranger* to party aiul fac- tion, To honour and honesty true; And would not commit a bad actios, Tor power or profit in view. Chorus. Then why should we quarrel for rich. Or any such glittering toy ? A light heart and thin pair of breeches Goes thorough the world, my braye The world is a beautiful garden, EnrichM with the blessings of life. The toiler with plenty rewarding. Where plenty loo t/ten breeds rife* Then terrible tempests assail us, And mountainous billows af- fright : No grajuleur or wealth can avail us. But skilful industry steers right Then why should Who i mI st .t.', Than it ran* r the 1 1 The v;inuh bio — In different nan No mOI t:i! t nan ns ian I \\ bo merrily live lill we Then why should, &c. BLOW HIGH, BLOW LOW. BLOW high, blow low, let tem- pests tear The main-mast by the board — My heart with thoughts of thee, my dear, And love well *tor'd, Shall brave all danger, scorn nil tear — The roaring winds, the raging sea. In hopes once more to be onshore, Safe moor'd with thee. Aloft, while mountains hLyhwego, The whistling winds that scud along. And the surge roaring from beltfw, Shall my signal be. To think on thee, And this shall be my song: Blow high, blow low, And on that night, when all the crew The mem'ry of their former lives O'er flowing cans of flip ren- And drink their sweethearts and their wives, I'll heave a sigh, and think on thee: And. as the ship rolls through the The burthen of my long shall be, Blow high, blou POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. PEGGY PERKINS. LET bar tin relate of Sue and Kate> And Moggy take their fill, O; And pleas'd rehearse, in jingling verse, The Lass of Richmond Hill. O. A lass more bright, my am'roua flight, Impell'd by love's fond work- ings, Shall fondly sing, like any tiling, 'Tia charming Peggy Perkins. Peggy Perkins, &c. Some men compare the fav'rite fair To every thing in nature ; Her eyes divine, are suns that shine, And so on with each feature. Leave, leave, ye fools, these hack- ney'd rules, And all such subtile quirkings; Sun, moon, and stars, are all a farce, Compar'd to Peggy Perkins. Peggy Perkins, &c. Each twanging dart that through my heart From Cupid's bow has morris'd, Were it a tree — why I should be For all the world a forest! Five hundred fops, with shrugs and hops, And leers, and smiles, and smirkings, Most willing she would leave for me — Oh what a Peggy Perkins! Peggy Perkins, &c. AH! SAD THE HOUR WHEN I WAS TORN. AH ! sad the hour when I was torn, From my loved sailor's fond embraces ; Twas then that first I learned to mourn, Or cast a thought on foreign places : 2 'Twas then that first the pangs of love Assailed the breast of "happy Nancy — Its joys alone till then could pro\ e The only theme to fill my fancy. Now list'ning to the changing wind, And now by turns mv fate be- wailing; W hat tortures wrung my anxious mmd, \\ hile on the ocean he was sail- ing! Our friends would oft, but all in vain, Attempt to soothe the grief of Nancy ; Not Mirth, and all her sprightly train, Could cheer my sad bewildered fancy. Oft, sinking to a watery grave, My sailor's form would seem before me ; With no kind hand his life to save No friend that could to peace restore me : Till Hope, whose smiles can soft- en pain, Spoke comfort to the afflicted Nancy ; And while,' inethought, I crossed the main, Love bore me on the wings of fancy. But now, thank Heaven ! my woes are gone, The waves restore my faithful lover; O, blest for ever be that morn That proved to me his perils over. No more he'll wander o'er the seas, No more forsake his faithful Nancy, But, blessed at home with health and ease, With her indulge the fli-hts of fancy. CAN STAY A MINI Now with blushes, turn t her 1. Ami Cried | don't stop me i lint why Lais hurry ? lit* replied, \ liimt'i ; in.i cried, ■ minute. But why not. dearest, leM me why ? He still with ardour press'd, Tlien said, by that lo\ e -beaming- e is all a j< Ami. could I by a bet be tried, t I am to ■ in it, till the pretty Emma cried, i minute. can't ! but Miss, said he, you must. And shall go with me too, . more, Til make, by all that's just, A bride this morn of you. This morn, said she. make me a bride, There's something- pleasing in it; Oh ! how I'm hurried. Emma cried, Fray don't let's stay a minute. And i taishi And hi .pie I W her. I her miser) . At the supper Giles ga\ his bride, » An apple pudding- had they, And from tin- same bOUgfa on M llich pooff Kitty died The apples were plucked they ! The pudding pies on it, grew deadly cold. The death-watch ticked, and the church-bell tolled ! Ding doug, bo '. To carve the pud< -ilea's post, He cut, and from the gap Popped the head of poor Kitty All in a new fashioned shroud cap ; Said Giles, *' who be you V the ghost, •• I be I. A coming to punish jour par-ju- ry !" Ding KITTY MAGGS AND JOLTER Gib KITTY Majrgs was a servant to Parmer Stj les, And a buxom wench was she; her true lovier wuh Joker G.les, lou^hman so bold was he; pounds due at Candlemas tide. Anil then he told Kitty he'd make her his bride. Din^ don-i bo -' 44 O, Kilty," said Jolter, 44 pray alter your note l n " I vmi't" the ghost repl'o When plump flew the pudding down Giles's tin And on the spot he died. Now his ghost, once a mouthful betu - Ding done, bo! 01 POPULAR AND CHOICK SONGS. YOU ASK HOW IT COM KS THAT 1 SING ABOUT NANCY. YOU ask how it comes that I sing- about Nancy For ever, yet finding- something new ; As well may you ask why delight fills the fancy When land first appears to the crew. When safe from the toils of the perilous ocean, In each heart thanks of grati- tude spring, Feel this, and you'll have of my joy a faint notion, \\ hen with rapture of Nancy I sing. You and I Nature's beauties Lave seen the world over, Yet never knew which to pre- fer; Then why should you wonder that I am no rover, Since I see all those beauties in her ? Why, you'll find about ships all you've known and been hear- ing, On their different bearings to bring, Though they all make their ports, they all vary in steering; So do I when of Nancy I sing. Could a ship round the world, wind and weather permitting, A thousand times go and come back, The ocean's so spacious 'twould never be hitting, For leagues upon leagues, the same track. Bo her charms are so numerous, so various, so clever, They produce in my mind such a string, That, 11 iy tongue once let loose, I could sing on for ever. And vary the oft'ner I sing 2 Shall I tell you the secret ': You've but to love truly, Own a heart in the right place that's hung, And, just as the prow to the helm answers duly, That heart will lend words to the tongue. No art do I boast of, no skill I in- herit; Then do not of my praises ring ; But to love and to nature allow all the merit, That taught me of Nancy to sing. CRAZY JANE. WHY, fair maid, in ev'ry feature Are such signs of fear exprest? Can a wand'ring wretched crea- ture With such terror fill thy breast? Do mv phrensied looks alarm the'e ? Trust me, sweet, thy fears are vain: Not for kingdoms would I harm thee, Shun not then poor Crazy Jane Dost thou weep to see my an- guish ? Mark me, and avoid my woe! When men flatter, sigh, and lan- guish, Think them false— I found them so; For I lov'd — oh, so sincerely ! None could ever love again; But the youth I lov'd so dearly Stole the wits of Crazy Jane. Fondly my young heart receiv'd him, Which was doom'd to love but one, He sigh'd, he vow'd, and I be- lie v'd him — He was false, and I undone. From that hour has reason never Held her'empire o'er my brain; Henry fled — with him for ever Fled the wits of Crazy Jane. On tint Bjiot h'Iumc last we part- • Ibe plain, *i\ 1 » m 1 — - J help thee ! t 1111 IIP OK THADY O'BRADY. Wlii O'Bra Who i *•> Reilly— so snug and io ilyly, lit- determined to make her his tody. Before he'd begin to commit this a sin, "\\ hich the elargy they call ma- trimony, His furniture all he would name at one call, That he'd give to his own dar- ling honey. First, a nate feather-bed and a four-posted stead, A bolster, quilt, blanket, and .>_ A curtain, and one side to the rat- uell tied. And a neat three-legg'd stool tit- 1- feet, I In one corner some meal, in an- other a | « A\ it!i sueet. milk and salt-but- ter close by it — Some flour in a barrel, and, for honld quarrel. Some whiskey to keep us bolh quiet. Four noggins, three mugs, a bowl, and two jugs, A crock, and a pan— something A i« etle to whe To dry year c fold it onions, and eggs in two lit- tle K. A kish, wherein plenty of turf is, ide and grefaun, to dig up the brawn, And manure for to cover the murphie-. ; A dog and two cats, to run after the r its; A cork for a clock, to give warn- ing; A pJough, and a sow, and a neat Kerty To uive milk for your tea in the morning. A churn and a dash, to make the cream splash ; Some boiling hot water to fill it; Two Mueepaai with handles, to make the rush candles, And some grease in n small me- tal skillet. For a lump of fat bacon you'll not be short taken. With some cabbage to put where the meat A pair of new brogues, and two osier skeli To draw water from off* the boil'd prat Some flax and a wheel, and a reel : A besom to keep the hoatei A few yards of frieze, to cover in y thighs. And t "or yoa a neat bit of b; stutl 96 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Bui \rp must think of young Ted- dy, and have flannel ready, With pincady to keep him a feeding; A cradle see-saw, and a red lob- ster's claw. To give to the brat when he's teething-. Some soap to wash all— shifts, stocking's, and all, A table, three chairs, and a form — AH these I will give, and I think we may live As well as the Justice of Quo- rum. Dear Kathleen, ashtore !— should you want any more, Hoar out without any more bo- ther: It's an Irishman's pride, let what- ever betide, To keep his poor wife in good order. GENTLE MARY OF THE TWEED. . THE gentle- maid of whom I sing, Once Hy'd where Tweed's blue waters wave, But now the modest flow'r of spring Hangs weeping o'er her dewy grave. Fond nymphs! of Mary's fate be- ware, Of perjur'd William's vows take heed, Lest you should love and then despair, Like gentle Mary of the Tweed. Tho' long he woo'd the lovely maid, And she was faithful in return, To every sense of honour dead, He fled, and left the fair to mourn. Alarm'd at her false lover's flight, Her fair companions sought the mead, To sink the hopes, in endless night, Of gentle Mary of the Tweed. She heard— but scorning to up- braid, * She brealh'd alone the secret sigh ; For graceful pride induc'd tho maid To hide her wrongs from ev'ry eye. Here, in these shades a prey to grief, She tun'd to plaintive strains the reed ; 'Till death, from woe a bless'd relief, Smote gentle Mary of the Tweed. Now in her tutrf-bound grave, at rest, Where yonder willow droops its head, With hopeless care no more op press "d, She sleeps beneath the waving shade. The cruel wrongs are all forgot Which forc'd her virgin heart to bleed ; Fond nymphs ! be yours a milder lot Than gentle Mary's of the Tweed. WliEltE THE RISING FOREST SPREADS. WHERE the rising forest spreads Shelter for the lordly dome, To tneir high-built airy beds, See the rooks returning home; As the larks with varied tune, Carol to the evening loud; Mark the mild replendent moon Breaking thro' a parting cloud. Tripping thro' the silken grass, O'er the path-divided dale, Mark the rose-coinplexion'd lass, With her well-pois'd milking pail : Linnets, with unnumber'd notes, And the cucko<> bird with two : Tuning sweet their mellow throats, Bid the setting sun adieu. rni'i I >NGS. ioy. BAY, what Is tlj.it thing I !i I must ne er enjoy I What .ni' the I f the it ? i wondrous things you 1 be sun ihinei brig lit ; I lit in warm, but how i an lie, Or make it day or uight ? iv or ni- la myself \ make, \\ bene'er l >i< eu or plaj ; And could lever keep awake \\ ith me 'twere always day. With heavy sighs I often bear i mourn my hapless woe : But sure with patience I can bear A lot! .in know. Then let not what I cannot have My cheer of mind destroy : Whilst thus 1 ling, 1 am a king-, Altho' a poor blind boy. JEMMY GREEN. My name's Jemmy Greer., many wisits I've paid, To the ballses and playses and I masquerade; At TattersaTs too, lam worry veil known, Cause 1 bought there a*norse and call'd him mine hone ; I thought him a nuuter, he adsitch a lye, At kicking and prancing I found > sly; I rode mi avay.and I thought him no di But before I got home he ad only three leg*. ig tooral la I la. I vent out a sliding- von day hon the 1 The vind i( but the hex- ercise m l I haw I .hi. I, a inn i Ible croud, Borne laugbM, ■ some (ookM on m slide on his chin. My life being savM, tho' my for- tune lookM quei 1 sought a nould voinau the future to bear i To ax her vhy fortune to n. so c i Hut Lard vhat a norrid bouid vo. man she \ I didn't like her, so I boulted - .•I'd o'er the vater t (France yon fine day, For rambles and sprees I vos veU known in ton n. Eut 1 found that in France Jemmy Oreen v , .-. n. Sing- tooral, S.c. Fine buildings and places in France tho' there Vat a i. el I of a nobble 1 got into there ; And as in all other countries I found ros the same, I set off in the packet, and home again came ; Resolving no more to go gadding about, Lest in seeing of life I should see my life out ; For if they should catch me a, them again, Perhaps they inought vant me tc fight - .tin. Sing looral, U8 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. FOND HOPE. WHERE'S hope to yonder pi- t'oua fair, Her Albert to the wars lias fled ; Scarce thy fond balm can soothe fell cue. Or dry the tear, by anguish shed. Nay mark her step, her haggard eye, Poor Edith's beauteous form de- cay'd ; And in that heavy mournful sigh, E'en hope's last ray forsook the maid. What form bends hither, thro' yon glade, Eager she gaz'd, hope beamed anew ; Young Albert clasp'd his lovely maid, And Edith press'd her warrior true. DENNIS BRULGRUDDERY. I WAS born once at home when my mother was out, In her reck'ning an accident brought it about. As for family honours, and such kind of fun, Tho' some boast of forefathers, yet 1 had bnt one. Derry down, down, down, derry down. Our cottage was fill'd, tho' 'twas not very big, With poultry and pictures, three chairs and a pig; Our dog was call'd Dennis; our cow, Paddy \\ hack ; But till christen'd, I hadn't a name to my back. Derry down, &c. When T came to be christen'd, my poor mother saw On my face our dog Dennis was setting his paw. 2 I Whai'fl his name, says the priest? down Dennis, says she; So Dennii Brulgruddery he chris len'd me. Derry down, &c I J grew np, I got married, and left in the lurch, Vov my wife died before I cou'tl get her to church ; I with her was too late; with my second too soon, For she brought me a son in the first honey moon. Derry down, &c. I was vex'd ; and says I, Not tc make a great fuss, Three months the priest reckons since he coupled us. Thai's right reck'ning (says she), for 'tis three months by mine, And three by your own, which to- gether make nine. Derry down. &c. To bury this lady came next in my head, For no other cause but because she was dead ; So I married once more (I suppose you guess now), The beautiful cratar that keeps the Red Cow. Derry down, &c. My lambkin she scolds when tiie brandy I sup, Till some husband's wou'd foolish- ly tuck themselves up ; But tho' in a noose I am fast with a wife, Yet thank Fortune I never was hang'd in my life. Derry down, &c. But away with complaint, for my- self ne'er intends To grieve while my house hobta such bushels of friends; So my fortune I'll pocket, where ever it be, And cry. i Ladies and Gentlemen thank ye for me.' Derry down, &.v I'Ul'l 1. ild But K \\ id. "'i his II.. I i .tiM »er u« put 11 lii-> heart's adorn; But, his task pror*d a difficult thing, When ho found ev*ry rose had a thorn* 9 and : The urchin then whim ed, • ^t ; Lher I ton,: But, I find pool i- I Then maidens, who castles would build In the air, take a warning from this; our lover's vows all are ful- lll'd, Do not think of I . ' I if yon sll ne lean it may t For like Cupid, perhaps you may rue. And 6nd that Love's Labour i: THE MAID OF ISLA. MAID of Isla, from yon cliff That looks on troul and sky, Do*St thou not see von little ^kiiF Contend with ocean gallantly i Now beating 'gainst the wind and sur Aad stoopod her leeward deck in foam. Why does she war unequal urge ? O Isla's maid ! she seeks her me. i \ maid, yon sea-bird mark, Her whiti ami thro' mist and spray, Against the storm-cloud, low- dark, As to the rock she whee's her wav. K I [00 Where clouds are dark lows rave. Why to the shelter should she come, Of cliff exposed to wind and rain, O maid of l^la, 'tis her home. As breeze and tide to yonderskiff, Thou'rt adverse to the suit 1 bring-, And cold, as is yon wintry cliff, Where sea-birds close the weary wing-. Vet cold as rock, unkind as wave, Still Isla's maid to thee I come ; for in thy love, or in his grave, Must Allen Vourich find his home. roi'lhAR AND CHOICE SONGS. and bil A CHAPTER OF BEATING. IF the Frenchmen a landing should w i n , In each county they'll find were not slugs, Then with the Land's-end to be- gin, In Cornwall they'll get Cornish hugs ; In Devon they'll dread Plymouth forts, Find boxers in Somersetshire, In Dorset they'll meet pretty sporta, By the lads that drink Dorches- ter beer. Sing fal lal, &c Hants and Wiltshire will teach 'em to fight, In Bucks the sure game they'll be taking, In Berkshire they'll find we can bile. And in Hampshire they'll not save their bacon. In Middlesex, should they be pop l»ingr, Or Sussex, their ground they'd not keep, In Kent they'd soon send 'em a hopping', And in Bedfordshire send them to sleep. Sing fal lal, &c 2 Iii Essex their calves'-skins we'll curry, In Huntingdon chase the free- booters, And it they come sporting to Surry. They'll find Surry rangers sharp- shooters. Glo'ster, Wor'ster, and Monmouth shire, through, Or Oxford, they'll never find passes, And a conflict they'll pretty well rue By the Warwickshire lads and lasses. Sing fal lal, &c. Norfolk dumplings their taste would not please, And to prove it in spite of their sputter, In Cheshire mere mite9 in a cheese, In Cambridge they'll churn 'em like butter. There's Yorkshire and counties about, Too far North for the French- men to win, And the counties whose names I've left out, I'll be damn'd if the French can get in. Sing fal lal, &c. NED SPLICE. NED Splice, was a tar devoid of all fear, As e'er swabb'd a deck, from the spray of a sea; He knew ev'ry rope, and could hand, reef, and steer, Book-larning, why, lord, 'twas all dicky to he. Our chaplain could spin out a very fine yarn, And bother each man in his mess ; Says Ned, " My brave boys, if your duty you'd larn, 'Tis. succour a friend in dis- tress." ■ Willi i he'i M\ in an i id, thing- > \ 1 1 i I - and the pold from liia Hi- - AND r. \i. W ARK. « ith pantomimic art, aiul think it not a in ( t- i china-shop, nnd » into crocker) « And is it lew iban Likelihood, al- . in droll, sir-.. If dancen into tumblers turn, and Punch into a howl, nirs. h ! crack ! crack ! rtali are But earthenware. That crack! crack! crack! Fat PaJstaff, ;na butter- boat, may in his plac- Ami Quia, that jolly epicure, a turtle-soup tureen, sirs; mm ones chang'd to ruin- ; ami itiany a tunny elf, Where once lie acted Matthew mug- himself, Crack] crack! Ac. The tragic arm that formed a . \v!ule t'other was the handle, May Join to form a tea-pot warm, and aid the School for Be n turnM to jara and soon- delightful man, sir. \\h» warbled like Apollo, -'in. sir>. ■ k ! crack ! .scare, Ami Juliet*i ( 1 1 Our .1 plain, and think, D with reason, i ig placed upon th< uiDiv than half Kind Jiiffii-r Belvidera prized, and did with love bewitch bei ; IJut here he's sin !\ Icrre '. her, chauj riead and Pitcher. ( rack ! c i Behold Macbeth, at bn no more with horror raps, Othello mad, with MUCer eyet, But let 'em still be what they will, while our trail clay end Whatever form you mould u^ to, we always shall be / < rack : crack ! RICH AND P0< THE poor man's mus are glaring, In the face anting, He is caught in the Of an evert act. Buying" greens on Sunday inorn- The rich in.ui's sins are under The rote of wealth and itati And * icape the sight Of the children of light. Who are wise in their generation The Rich man hai a kitchen Wherein to cook his dinner: The Poor 1 ho would i 1 ><• baker*! inutl i And thu- \u iner. K 9 102 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. The rich man has a collar, And a toady butler by him: The poor must steer For l»i« pint of beer, >\ lure the saint can't choose but spy him. The rich man's open -windows Hide the concerts of the quality : The poor man can but share A crack'd fiddle in the air, Which offends all sound morality. The rich man is invisible In the crowd of his gay society; But the poor man's delight Is a sore in the sight, And a stench in the nose, of piety. WHAT A LIFE, GCDE WIVES, IS OUltS. WHAT a life, gude wives, is ours. Thus from morn till night to spin ; The husband always out of doors, While the poor wife is always in. They do nought but scold and flout, If by chance they catch us out; For we are dooin'd to spin and hem For surly husbands. Oh! I feel That I should like to turn the wheel, To spin the hemp for them. LOVE'S SHIPWRECK. LOVE fell asleep in a summer bark, That was moor'd by the river side ; But the floods came on, And drift ed his ark Far over the swelling tide. Sc maiden hearts, that are soft as pure, Too often reposing lie ; And fondly fancy their joys se cure, While danger is lurking nigh. 2 Hope, on the shore, kept watch that night, AA liile the moon-beams danced on the wave ; She spied the boy in his piteous plight, And cast out her anchor to save. Then learn, ye lovers, both fond and fair, That jealous doubts are vain; Where truth resides, kind hope will repair, To bring back the rover again. MYNHEER VANDUNCK. MYNHEER Vandunck, though he never got drunk, Sipp'd brandy and water gaily; And he quench'd his thirst with two quarts of the first, To a pint of the latter daily. Singing " Oh, that a Dutchman's draught could be As deep as the rolling Zuyder Zee." Water well mingled with spirit good store, No Hollander dreams of scorn ing; But of water alone he drinks no more Than a rose supplies its bloora* on a summer morning. THE BIRDS ARE SINGING SWEET, MY LOVE. THE birds are singing sweet, my love ; The flowers are fresh and gay; All nature shining forth, my love; For 'tis the month of May. The bells are ringing sweet, my love, Yet ev'ry thing looks drear; I ask my heart, it says my love, That Agnes is not here. Then open the window, sweet my love, On this auspicious day; And when my eyes behold ray love, III welcome in the May POP! I I) VE Ml ILL \\ ALK IN MIA A I HUE. II walk in silk ar . tiller have lo B|i ire : to be hit bride, kJllcl mair. And wbat*l to me a tiller crown, ii from mj love l pi i k in tilh att i. nr; •d »r mine. U « and grieviiurealr. From infancy lit- lov*d me still, Ami Nlill my heart shall |}| vowt fulfil Which hist repaid hit love. PRAY REMEMBER JACK. VVHK N handspike h nth with old Dam^ to] tie rol lol, if not, remember Jack. IM fori and rough, The wind would chop and veer, •Till hard knocks I'd knab'd enough On board of a privaU Propt with Poll, I thought uould bid me pack, So was fbrc'd, d*3 And it was pray rem- Jack. I ■ I My bO| And in v ^h i ■ mm ill, I Otu' day, ii ) w n, . \\ ell n. the look'd *• \\ hat ! tints,"' | back 1" ■ And j i What matters much to prate, I 1 M a lew, i became her ma te, Warn't Poll a sweetheart true? Then a friend 1M terv'd before, I ript back, Shar*d with his gold gs i For be well remember*d Jack. Bo that thoT I lost my leg;, it teem*d to fortia nt< And ■ hen fore v., d'ye tee, to beg* I gain'd a wife and friend. land Poll! My ship-mate ju-t c.'ine back. Thin laugh ami >ing tol de rol lol. And pi ay remember Jack. SMILE AGAIN MY BONNY L LS8UL SMILE a;rain my bonny lassie, a in. Pritbee do not frown tweet I. For it gives me pain. sincerely Be a fault in me, Tims to ete me m ieverely, I t kind in Hi Smile again, Ac ell my bonny lassie Lassie Aire tbee s ell, Time will show thee bonnie la than tongue can tell. 104 POPULAR AND CHOUK SONGS. Tho' we're doomed by late to ■ever, (And 'tis hard to part) Still believe me thou shalt ever Own my faithful heart. Then smile, &c. A VENETIAN BOAT SONG. THE day beam is over the sea, Oh haste every bark, to the shore ; No joy in the morning can be, With moonlight our pleasure is o'er: Perhaps it is sweet on the hills To watch how the day-light ap- pears, To see it all bright in the rills, And shining thro' night's dewy tears. But oh ! in the wild hour of night, When loud winds are hush'd to a breeze, With music and moon-beams so bright, 'Tis heaven to glide o'er the seas. How sweet 'tis to watch the bright glow, And taste the wild freshness of heaven ; How sweet 'tis to gaze on below The likeness the blue wave has given. To breathe the soft night air, per- fum'd With the sighs of the groves on the shore, To see how the moon has illum'd The droppings that fall from the oar. Such pleasures the morn never gave, Then haste, every Gondolet, on, Oh, who would remain on the wave When moonlight and music are. j;one. WHERE Flit ST HE A\ OOT) AND WON MY LOVE. WHEN first he woo'd, and won iny love, How sweetly passed the time away, [ little thought those hours would prove, Like sunshine in an April day. But soon the light of joy was o'er, And clouded every hope of bliss, And love and fortune smiled no more, And sad was then our parting kiss. But the clouds are gone, And the sun will shine. And the merry bells ring When my love is mine. Oh, had he been a shepherd swain, The tenant of some lowly cot; How blest with him to share again In peace and joy my humble lot. We ne'er had felt the storms of life, When sheltered in a home like this ; We ne'er had suffered care or strife, Nor sad had been our parting kiss. But the clouds, &c PITY FROM pity's power thou need'st not fly ; The tear she sheds adorns the eye; And when down Beauty's cheek it flows, More bright its radiant crimson glows. But there's a sigh, and there's a tear, That bids youth's roses disappear Beware lest thine their influence prove. Beware lest pity turn to love. !'< •i LAK AM) < ll« I I heart tumultuous U r thy eyes yon captive's danger \ a iby pity would KM l< re« \( !l OTHER Di I ely fair, i . believe me, ; ;l srch fiend, fell black mile would wire relievo lore, enchanting maid, Ami that in truth m> dearly, >wa like mine were ever ily, so sincerely. why repine, in secret si I fain would blis«, impart, Bid rancorous hatred distant fly, And all Its train depart : Then ha>te, my love, nor 1 To church, so blyth and eheerly, Our youthful prime, no mot re each other dearly. LOVE'S A 1)111 LOVE'S a dream of mighty trea- sure, \\ hiefa in fancy n et tlu- |.l* ;i- \\ hdom always makes It l( When we tbhJt,by passion heated, w < in chace, ted, •udy cloud t I t *•,! t ftl ll\ - While iid be know W hat the fair one would dii- t banging h ^ i; mm. mum. G \i YE ling'ring gales that t. blow, \\ is tims Impede my the lazy ship so llow \\ ben Marj moans my - ben the bade me iast adieu, She dropped a tear, and cry\l, * be true.' - the midnight watch I keep And view the sparkling \\ bile mund my shipmates care* deep, I fondly think of thee : inbrance paints my last ^> diea, Mary wept, and cry'd, 4 be true.' Of i up the sb?o*:£i my steps are bor r •- k t- m . airy ^ t a ml : Ami ( PI my i ■« I turn, And look In vain for land ; Dejected I rejoin the crow. Yet fondly hope, mj Mary's true. . then, ye gentle pleasing* One propitious pr. Cnme 9 swell t it** bosom of the sailSj Ami waft me to my I , lor arms, t<> toil-, adieu, If -.till I find my Mary true. BANNOCKS ()' BARLEY MEAL. in Mild l >dg er just come from the camp, And bame to tin- . | am on a Iran >0G POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. My heart it beats light, when I think on the shiel, Where I fed upon bannocks o' barley meal. In the cause o' my country (my breast's clearest wish). For ten years and mair, I've had mony a brush; "Sow peace has reliev'd me, and hame I shall reel, To feast upon bannocks o' barley meal. A drap o'gude whisky, and Nancy my dear, An auld vet'ran comrade to tasle o' our cheer, Will be a reward for my toils in the fiel', Wi' plenty o' bannocks o' barley meal. Of &' our avid feats at our leasure we'll crack, Syne cour down and sleep a' the night like a tap; Baith care and its cankers may gae to the diel, If I hae gude bannocks o' barley meal. When cauld weather comes and the winds rudely blaw, And deeds hill and valley whiles knee-deep wi' snaw ; Wi' ease and content, I'm fa' snug in our shiel, Thrang* feasting- on bannocks o' barley meal. 3n simmer, whan a' the cauld blasts flee away, I'll beak in the sun on the gowany brae : Sometimes to the pipe, may be shake my auld heel, Syne feed upon bannocks o' bar- ley meal. INDIAN SONG. WHEN Yanko dear fight far away, Some token kind me send ; One branch of olive, for dat say Me wish de battle end. 2 De poplar tremble while him go, Say of dy life take care ; Me send no laurel, for me know Of dat he find him share. De ivy say, my heart be true; Me droop, say willow tree ; De torn, he say, me sick for you ; De sunflower, tink of me. Till last me go weep wid de pine ; For fear poor Yanko dead ; He come! and I de myrtle twine In chaplet for him head. WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT. WILLIE brew'd a peck o'maut, And Rob and Allan cam to see ; Three blyther hearts, that lee- lang nig-ht, Ye wadna found in Christendee. We are nae fou, we're nae that fou, But just a drappiein our ee ; The cock may craw, the day may daw*, And aye we'll taste the bar- ley bree. Here are we met, three merry boys, Three merry boys, I trow are wc ; And mony a night we've merry been, And mony mair we hope to be ' We are na fou, &c. It is the moon, I ken her horn, That brink in in the lift sae hie ; She shines sae bright to wyle us hame, But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee ! We are na fou, &c. Wha first shall rise to gang nwa, A cuckold, coward lown, is he ! Wha first beside his chair shall fa\ He is the king aiming us three . We are na fou, &c. ■ HI 1 I \\ 1*11 I I ij.i, vi: MY LO\ B. , who loves me. nel « en 1 lii- parent i, And cruel. « «• ship Ilia t ■ Yet I lore Hi-, ps ruiu'd And I love my lovo. because I know my love loves me. shoulil it please the pitying pow- I me to the ^k\ . Pdclnimagaard My : 1 1 ill him from all dfl how happy *houhl 1 be : 1 r 1 IU96 I kllOW Mi;. :;f. I'll 11: irland, I'll make >t wondYons fine, I mix the • Ami I'll ] oh if I were ■ little bii ' upon his ' r a kin « hei e 1 my h>\ < Hui, .ili ! 11 - Yet 1 love m\ ie I know m\ THE T.o\ in<; ,\D\ HOPPING Ji 5N n\ AND HILLY CO IN Drury-Iane there I vml n dame Hopping J< > ie she was Hopping Jenny, t a park, ad a hump upon her . ill a tall of look'd |4ea« \\ i t : 1 cheeks of the re "low, She look'd Oh! she was a charming ebnek, Bins ,11 Id cow heels, she< and pluck, Blushing Jenny. Billv Congo was a nice younj blade, Of Fleer Mnrket, A bu truer man be And J heart, Oh ! poor 1 And there sly < n i.i fixed Im dard At night when be Ihe shop had s!mt I et his cli.ii 1 IDS POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS But one night, a shocking- sin, Faithless Jenny, She was with a tinker drinking Faithless Jenny. Oh! oh! what nre you at, he said, Oh ! how cruel, When she with the bottle broke his head, Oh! how cruel. Then she flew into her airs, Like a vixen, And threw him headlong- down the stairs, Like a vixen. Now young men who of maids are thinking, Hear my story. Never court tLem when they're drinking, I implore ye. Lest that you shave the fate, Of poor Billy, And come back with a broken pate, Like poor Billy. MR. AND MRS. PRINGLE. AN obstinate man had a scold for his wife, Mr. and Mrs. Pringle; They led, you'll suppose, a queer cat and dog life, Like tavern-bells, always at jingle. Mr. P. was a man to his word who stuck fast, He declared — when he said it, he'd said it; Mrs. P. stuck to her word, and would have the last, So for comfort you'll give them some credit. Poor souls ! To Richmond by water deter- mined to go, Mr. and Mrs. Pringle; He wanted the sail up, but she said no! The thoughts of it made her tingle. ' 9 He insisted it should be put up with a frown, And declared — when he'd said it, he'd said it : She vow'd if it was put up she'd pull it down, So for firmness you'll give them some credit. Firm souls ! For the sail then beginning to pull and to haul, Mr. and Mrs. Pringle; Says the boatman—" You'll into the Thames both fall, With other odd fish to mingle." And into the river they sure enough roll'd As soon as the waterman said it; So out of hot water they got into cold, For extremes then ycu'U give them some credit. Wet souls. Then the drags were procur'd, in an instant, to find Mr. and Mrs. Pringle; Mrs. P. was brought up, but her spouse left behind; She, in tears, cried — I'm lost, I'm left single. At length the odd fish was iugg'd out, almost drown'd. Dispelling her fears as she said it: So with nursing and kissing they speedily found That perversity gain'd 'em no credit. Loving souls! TOSSING OFF OUR GLASSES LET us be cheerful while we can And lengthen out the short-lived span, Enjoying every hour; The moon itself we see decay, Beauty's the worse for evv-ry day And so's the sweetest fiowpr. \M> ( HUM I. SONUS. tunc is now to I r.iova Lbe m • And nnond Tii. ! riot, and butter, and then \»e Ea« t drunk in quiet. At dinner time we'll drink about, n.» in. i iter i bo i> in or tut. Till a ine or ileou o'ertak< noil, or nap, . r wink, And when it is our turn to drink. Our neighbour* shall awake BS. Then, here's the King, God bleu Though neither you nor I have pfa Ho*- s adviser, And yet n > treason*! sure in this, L#et who will take tiie prayer amiss, \\ »- a Lsb them all much wiser. (11APTER OF RINGERS. OFF has the world been well de- finM By savers and by singers, oh; I call*! a belfry, and mankind I call the jolly r Through majors, bobs, and triple And while each ani throbs, All try to ripg the changes oh. Ami t N all veiVd in worldly I oh : Ami on religion, physic, I The fortune hunt Ins, Ami courts the widow's jointure oh ; Then with a richer heiress Hit minds to diaappoint her "h. The 1 idOW too has her arch whim, i thinks his conduct sti .« is <>h, A titled her it him. And thus - the change* oh. The waiter pillages the Greek. The Creek the *p end thrift lieccfs oh, tendthrift makes dad's for- tune squeak, Dad rack-rents and grants leasee oh; The tenants break, gazette re- ports. Bach difference arranges oh; Till pro, and con, through all the cou The lawyers ring the changes oh. Thus, like the bells, each fear and hope, Hangs wav'ring and suspended oh, All tug away, while s<> in o S r Get more than they intended oh, In merry cadence as they roll; \\ e'll rove vbei I mges i!l tlje bell of sadness toll, Tin death shall ring the ch i oh. 110 POPULAR AND (HOUK SONGS. BONNY BRAVE SCOTLAND. tYHEKE is the land which sur- passes Scotland, or Where are such souls as her children inherit ? Bright in the smile of whose lovers and lasses, are Beaming the lights of their beauty and spirit. Sigh for thee, die for thee, who would not die for thee ? Tell me what Eastern, West- ern, or what land fame in, name in, ever was nigh to thee, Pride of each Highland heart, bonny brave Scotland. Deep in the heart of each vassal and stranger, is Buried a love for the hero it sighed Oil, Breathing 1 the story which tells you where danger is, That is the snot where its idol had died on. Sigh for thee, die for thee, who would not die for thee ? Tell me what Eastern, West- ern, or what land Fame in, name in, ever was nigh to thee, Pride of each Highland heart, bonny brave Scotland. BATTLE SONG. UP, comrades, up— see the morn : s o'er the mountains, Rouse from your slumber and rush on the foe ; Though bright and clear now, ere ev'ning the fountains Dark with the blood of the slaughter'd shall flow! Tis our last struggle for freedom and honour. Blow your wild trumpets and call up the brave! Fight for your country — shame is upDn her! On to the conflict to die or to save. Farewell, ye dear ones, that ere the invader "\\ listed our vallies, have soft* en\l and charm'd The hearts of our country, with feelings that made her Best belov'd land that romance ever warm'd : Here to our lutes we've been sigh- ing inglorious, But. spear and shield to our grasp now are given, We'll meet again here, ere night, if victorious, If not, adieu then — we'll meet yet in heav'n! Up comrades, up,— see the morn's o'er the mountains! Rouse from your slumber and rush on the foe; Though bright and clear now, ere ev'ning the fountains Dark with the blood of the slaughter'd shall flow; Aud tho' we die— we shall yet live in story. True hearts we'll prove to our country and name; Death may have terrors, but still there's a glory In dying for native land, free- dom, and fame. PHELIM O'GRAFFE. MR. Phelim O'Graffe was a bit of a Taffe, His father from Abergavenny, His mother, oddslife, was abonnie Scotch wife, And himself ; sure, was born at Kilkenny, With his hurrah whack heigho fal de ral liddy. He married one day— as fome people say, A charming sweet piece of tough leather, Miss Margery Grim — who some- times leathered him; And they tugg'd— in I Alltl tie ra I 1 chly. :io ins iprif of ibiUelab; H< cried out, och hone, ill tip t lie drone Of the >iil make her lilt . lie t.iu-lit dance la Lite tree Tippe- - lie, 'twas neither a bop nor dove Kil- kenny ca;>rr. Och, it' ><>u\l staid there till new, you'd have been • in the fir>t the mar nl Hurrah ■ J her- . min'd to pleaoe, the co.>k\l \\\ ■ a bull for bo fal ln-li, ■ Anil sin- gave ii ll Isll lusll l, , with Hurrah i WHAT 1> Ml IF IK teaks « it 1 , Vi'U ii. . il" you wish it to POT the babble may well be i\e- 1 1 ii n p iiti', It' "lis not kept floating in liquor em ■ i>he\« the i For it' in". lit ad can till, It" you'll have it look tr.sh, roti must moisten it v» til. This life is no m jour- ney 'lis said, Where the i I pari undt-dly hail ; ml alt t r.i\ 'I ior rest and for refuge now fain to implore, The warrior bends low at the cot- tager's door; Pale, pale, is his cheek, there's a gash on his brow, His locks o'er his shoulders dis- tractedly flow; And the fire of his heart shoots by *ts from his eye, Like a languishing lamp, that just flashes to die. Rest, warrior, rest. Sunk in silence and sleep, in the cottager's bed, Oblivion shall visit the war-weary head : Perchance he may dream, but the vision shall tell Of his lady-love's bow'r and her latest farewell ; Illusion and love chase the battle's alarms, He shall dream that his mistress lies Iock'd in his arms ; He shall feel on his lips the sweet warmth of her kiss, Ah ! warrior, wake not ! such number is bliss ! Rest, warrior, rest. YOU ASK ME, SWEET MAID. YOU ask me, sweet maid, if my vows are sincere, And call for some proof of my love ; 2 Still doubting my passion, I see but too clear — Bur, pry thee, such fancies re- move ; Or if, as you say, lovers' vows are bur breath, O set me some ta*k to perform ! And I'll brave it, tho' circled by peril or death, And smile as I buffet the storm: But this, this, believe me, can poorly express How truly, how dearly I lov? thee. Nay, bid me some action or en- terprise dare, That men, though the boldest would shun; And whether by water, earth, fire, or air. I'll do it, if 'tis to be done. And if slill a doubt in thy fancy remains, Injurious to love and to me, O tetter me more, if you can, with your chains ! Nor ever — oh, no ! — set me free. But this, this, believe me, can poorly express How truly, how dearly I love thee. O let my fond vows some favour obtain, And pleasure succeed to my toil ! Accept them, dear girl! and, to banish my pain, O crown the kind words with a smile ! Ah, yes, for there's surely a plea- sure divine In the smile of the girl we adore — A promise so soft, that no words can define ; It says that your doubts are no more ; That now you believe — what no words can express — How truly, how dearly 1 love thee. J HI Bri I the brooks be lit with deli they obtain Deny down, Ac icr noble in mi ml, as never < rit, never ts. and be- M fi>h. Dei TV down, &C. B hurt the . -. d , never un- kind. The _ 8 hunting or killin the I We kaiphU of t .e bat the pure \\ huh, bei keen-. 11: And to ;il! Drink the . Til!'. BEST BOW i::i ANCHOR. it a wondrr^on-p t\ ' y we And that, hurrican. And quirksaiuls, ami i we, run as much da In w. i we I'd a-k, are your lubbt 1 No, : II ; \\ hat then : Mayn't a tile from a 1 turn) Or a fall fron Maw, Or a - e him More Bpecioos, when grog-? trues, and We hearty's at m as k We 1 i if *0 I. 114 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS Death v ill Come', when he 'will come, what then ? let bim call, The same generoua providence ■watches for all. We all, of grim death, shall some time make the port : He'll be sure to fetch up our lee way ; And little it matters, if life's long or short ; Whether seven years hence or to-day; We're all born to die; there's no more to be said, Tis he who dies best is the thing, And I ax, which is noblest, to die in one's bed, Or while fighting- for country, and king ! Only just do your duty, you'll find should death call, The same merciful providence watches for all. Gone away, gone away, hark, my boys, hark away, Follow, follow, the dogs now, and make no delay. Let the bucks, &c. See, Nimrod has scented, and makes her, at last, Tantivy, tantivy, her courage is past ; There's Rook el y and Jowler are down in the mead, She squeaks, — make away — she is dead — she is dead. Then halloo, my boys, but no tear- ing the game. We've conquered,— and that's all the honour we claim. Let the bucks, &c. HARK! THE MELLOW HORN SOUNDS. COME away, come away, hark! the mellow horn sounds, The huntsmen are all gone before j with the hounds ; Bright Sol now just roused is from Thetis's lap, Where, all the night long, he's been taking a nap! Come on, then, my boys, for the pastime prepare; Hark away, hark, hark, to the fox, or the hare. Let the bucks of the town all their pastimes pursue, We bucks of the field other game have in view. Hark! to Rattler hark! hark! I'm sure that is good ; See, archly she tries back again through the wood ; Mark Rover, too, doubles, she's certainly gone, But vender again, see, she scours through the lawn. MISTER OLIFFERTY. AS gray as a badger, as bald as a turk, Was Father O'Lifferty, priest ot our Kirk. That's famed Carrickfergus, good luck to the place ! In preaching he was sure o? mighty great note, In love he was frisky and wild as a goat; My mother was frail, and the priest, people said, Put an ugly big horn on my dad's handsome head, And thus stole the making my beautiful face. I remember the very first day I was born, Was at night, as I'm told, just at breaking of morn, Och! the whiskey-punch smiled from a brown earthen jug ! And sure I'm a man now of mighty high birth, For I first in a garret drew breath on this earth, Where our neat feather bed was some straw, to be sure, That was neatly shaked up and spread down on the floor; ! Thus popt i?ito the world my 1 sweet good-looking mug. ill , an.!, \\ i « .1 huiu'h-b.i . there's w ii lake .1 mil «ll sup ; •, • la i Hi I 1 ill," aad be drank ike quart up. >\ Ilk the i hiskej balf-inu and tin* smoke tii.it in* took, Taking me In in-* arm-, be out li Ami be Christ lurphy IIH laban in ■ ci i» done 'i U Only just now 1*11 tar* tO*t ."» pair ThatN Brlen O'Llffefty sure. and '■ 6o fill nn more whiskey and put round tin* Joke, more whiff, while I'll take t'other tatoke P *Och!' cried nurse, * you're just like as too peas In a pod.' Cried the priest, ' faith, we only one tiling is odd, That I squint at each ear, the boy squint* at his to - Now I've ended I'll tell how my squinting- was slopp'd, t was into a tub of fat buttermilk droppM, And sure that put i raigbt-forward looking ! All the Mood In my bom | turned with the fright, That ire a jump, and that jump iet Vm right ; And i nay *ay I'm an o r i"\e I'd i ■ If I had not been rursedly sp< il\l in tlo I've taken a wife as a fix- ture, d'ye see. And no doubt on*t at all ■ mixture 'twill If IM - think I'd ' 1 a .1 id of broil i . 'ii o;.i> be HUNTING CHOI THE shades from the mountain, The mists from the fountain i bearing au av ; The birda and the flowers Prom the high matin bowers me the day. m Boat On lh< f the morn, Hark ! hark ! Mis the n Of the hunter's wild bora : Then away o'er t! \\ here the blue morning- flings Her s.nr varied lights, O'er the rocks and the springs. Well chase the wild r. Thro 1 the mountain and glen, Then seek the rej Of the \ alley ■ THH AMAZON QL'LEN. PULK A \\ L LK A, the queen of the Amazon people. Was not quite so tall as a country church steeple ; Her kkin it wai tawny, hi r she would truss it^ Its colour, a kind of a d.mdv- run* Her eyes, they wer^ [Teat goggle blue ones, good . Then so often sin- fought, that they BBOStljf \* ere Id | her no doubt, Uut as for her other teeth, they were knock'd I . i»<; POPULAIt AND CMOICK SONGS. Her voice so sublime and delight- fully rusky. Like a Billingsgate porter, or sprat von. an husky ; Her manner so gentle, I trod on her toe, And she gracefully grave me a knock-me down blow ; Her dress too, so tasteful ! charm'd every beholder, A bear skin, the head, grinning over her shoulder; So clean, and so delicate too, and so sleek, Her majesty, always would shave once a week. With her tooraloo, &c. To hnve a successor, she wish'd to pet married : A seven-foot youth, with her, court- ship on carried ; They were wed, but her tender- ness meeting a check, To cut short the matter, she twisted his neck : Then resolv'd tv live single, for ever delighting, In teaching her daughter the best way of fighting; 'Till death, who to have his trade Btol'n had no mind, PoppM in with a Belcher, and tipp'd out her wind. \\ ith a tooraloo, &c. IF LOVE'S DREAM BE O'ER. IF love's dream be o'er, Friends and home adieu; Then, dear native shore. A long farewell to you! In the stranger climes Of other lands I'll roam, And cease to think of times When all was peace at home. Should love and hope be over, Where alas! shall I fly r A broken-hearted lover! I have nought to do but die! Then on to the battle, To lose *mid wars rattle, All the faithless dreams of love, And try with glory peace to prove ! TOO MANY LOVERS WILL PUZZLE A MAID. YOUNG Susan had lovers so many that she Hardly knew upon which to de- cide; They all spoke sincerely and pro* mised to be So worthy of such a sweet bride. In the morning she'd gossip with William, and then The noon would be spent with young Harry, The evening with John, so amongst all the men, She never could tell which to marry. Heigho! heigho! I'm afraid, Too many lovers will puzzle a maid. Now William grew jealouB and sc •went away, And Harry got tired of wooing ; And John having - teazed her to fix on the day, Received only frowns for so doing. So amongst all her lovers, quite left in the lurch, tShe wept every night on her pillow; And meeting one day, a pair go- ing to church, Turn'd away, and died under a willow. Heigho! heigho ! &c. ALL WEATHERS. WE come into this world to know trouble and pleasure, All as one as tars venture to sea ; Where, of all life's vagaries, Ave taste the full measure, And sometimes come off by the lee. Now lashing" the helm, we scarce feel any motion, Now drifting like cork 'fore tho wind ; But the perils and joys both on land and the ocean, Are the calms and the storms of the mind. I'OlM I 117 mi a I i we want to bring ep in to our Uut those who ills be |»r«\ alii Lhetn- t-r at r ami .ml it all off with roast beef ■ad plumb ped< Ami plenty of generous cheer. But when spring brinj cold Dtasll iter, A:ul .M . . all blown The « i ltd ehopt about, and an Bn I the flout 'i Then Mow my | e, set He the gale either lei ConU ..hor, we're met ber, Aiu 1 THE BLIND MINSTREL. 1*1 k leeu the d < irriora bold, Ai ' :'.nne in do y . but, der The Kenei of forrm r tin'ry shall with joy renew The ■lory. OH, V.IIA I ( IN MATCH THE PLEAS I UK. OH ! match the nlea- A oai. W hen Lik«- ihe raooa'a pale lustre wan* injr, Aiul a softened ngh remain: A father long dele Shall bold And tk led, Forge Like the i THE SHEPHERD B A SHEPHERD boy, with pale hair. Am', t due. ■ lipp*d the dew ; • i ray lattice Hispi| •• •■ bere beg tu to POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. 118 Ah! then dissolve the seals of sleep, Ami happy Jutla then welcon.-rs the day. How lightly floats the pastoral strain, That pipe's tweet, so soft, so sweet, oh ! it thrills again. That shepherd boy, with such gilt hair, And eyne of such languishing- blue ; Those pale locks weave for hearts a snare, Those eyes in their mildness subdue ; His image haunts me all the day long, His lays are my ev'ning theme, And e'en thro* night that form, that song, Repeat all their charms in a dream. Still lightly floats that pastoral strain, That pipe's tweet, so soft, so sweet, oh! it thrills again. The ambrosia of gods no such re lish can boast. If good port fill your glass, ami fair Kitty's your toast. And the charms of your girl more angelic will be, If Sophy's encircled with wreaths from his tree ; For the sweetest of junctions that mortals can prove. Is of Bacchus, pay god, and the goddess of love. All partial distinctions I hate from my soul ; give me my fair one ! and give me my bowl ; Bliss reflected from either, will send to my heart Ten thousand sweet joys which they can't have apart! Go try it, ye smiling and gay- looking throng, And your hearts will in unison beat to my song. That the sweetest of junctions that mortals can prove, Is of Bacchus, gay god, and the goddess of love. THE JUNCTION OF BACCHUS AND VENUS. I'M a votary of Bacchus, his god- ship adore, And love at his shrine gay liba- tions to pour ; And Venus, 'blest Venus, my bo- som inspires, For she lights in our souls the most sacred of fires ; Yet to neither I swear sole alle- giance to hold ; My bottle and lass I by turns must enfold ; For the sweetest of junctions that mortals can prove, Is of Bacchus, gay god, and the goddess of love. When filPd to the fair, the brisk bumper I hold ; Can the miser survey with such pleasure his gold ! 2 JOY AND HEALTH TO EACH ODD FELLOW . ON Olympus' high hill, where Jove sat at a feast, Merry Momus was there, full of humour and fun ; Thus bumpered the gods from the great to the leHit, And the nectar flew round till 'twas Momus's turn : " I'll jive you a toast, ye celestial host." Cried Jove then, " what Is it? I prithee now tell us." Momus said, with a laugh, while the nectar he quaffed, " Success to each Lodge of wor- thy Odd Fellows." 11 What new sect are those, callM ' Odd Fellows ' " cried Jove ; " V\ horn you have just honour'*] by drinking a toast?" I 1 M • bem, -i»if e, A n ■ i of all > Odd 1 « I Hy honour thus taught all earth Ami, Truth, i 1 1 i <• t < > i > lliev tell »>s ; \\ hen lime shall ii-move llieni to ■ Wei crown them with plory, all true Worthy Odd Fellows." Our ii I .rand, let us teas! — in the chair, TW id, and Officer^, tt ion ; honour Had merit be their i Anil theil ed by each Lodge in the nation; Wbih r, still tree >or, La« sad smoke, till we're all .>i if wish La be »he lot of How. BRITISH U l\ TI8 r— the pride of oar 1 i 'j hei i iinl » ape 1 lies hut in\ ii the I Hi Our dea r 1 i i t as , the loin. The mischief of moafcies, th. - pit] , the £uile ins ; w he all over Europe disseminate* But who kaows, and regrets, he e'll devote To pr : iend f a* a tru< ir aught that'-* Prom res urces evYy want well If silk I no alarms. But in Mi . 1 has their stupnl embargo's a» well let a I \\ e ■ nosujfa of our a But the l p t to charm ui tl It that ma< dust, i DeprirM of oar ■urgvady, claret, port, >itute burl at the diffi ^ » li ' i can a\it and ( 120 POIU.'LAR AND CHOKE SONGS. These are wholesome! they're English ! can hold out no snare! And what's better, they're made by the bands of the fair; Thus the joy, the delight, and the solace of life, Is to every Briton— a true British wife. iE CHARITY BOY. HIS morning- of life was o'ersha- dow'd with woe, Ere renson scarce dawn'd on his mind ; And the thorn of affliction was destin'd to know. By loosing" each relative kind. And yet, tho' pale poverty call'd him her child, Not lost was the outcast to joy; For the face of benevolence ten- derly smil'd, On the poor liitle Charity Boy ! From the fangs of distress, and the hovel of grief, They snatch'd him in infantine years ; To heal bleeding pain with the balm of relief, And dry up the fountain of tears. Thus nursed and protected from sorrow and care, And shelter'd from hunger's an- noy ; Day and night is heard offer'd up, gratitude's prayer, From the poor little Charity Boy! With the smile of content, and delight in his eye, He looks for the day that may be, When the tear of distress he may happily dry ; And set e'en the prisoner free ! Taught to feel like the beings that now feel for him, He hails the fond omen with joy : And the bliss it imparls, in the eye seen to swim Of the poor little Charity Boy ! Blest pity ! for blest, 9he her standard displays, And raises her seraph-plumed crest ! And sweet is the pleasure reflec tion portrays, Derived from the mercy-fraught breast. From that source may its current incessantly flow, The heart-spring of rapture and j°y; And the prayer be accepted above and below, Of the poor little Charity Boy * MUSIC'S POWER ON LOVE. ON a bank of moss-rcaes young 1 Cupid lay sleeping, A wreath round his forehead the graces had wove ; In crystalline lustre the dew-drops were weeping, They drooped in their bloom, a meet emblem of love. Bright Sol, shed his beams, now- more powerfully glowing, The urchin exposed, felt h'rs dimpled cheek flushed. His ringlets of gold on his fair neck were flowing, The roses that wrapped him, luxuriantly blushed. A fairy, had hung her wild harp on a willow, The breathing wind swept it, he woke at the sound ; In extacy gazing, quick sprung from his pillow, And cast in delight, his sly glances around. No form he could see, straight ti Venus's bower He flew, and express'd wha. he'd heard in the grove; She smiling, said. Ci Trembler, I've now proved the power, The magical impulse of uuisir on love.." : 121 KITTY BIIADV IN Ire . K ttj Bradj ; Bui (M ,> i i 1 >\ <• s!.' .Ml, ||1\ |l Ami ■wore she fell 1 < - s < 's fatal For young Dennis w back fcml da ral. Ac. Now Dennl ite a lad, As a With kind, sir. him would l And talk of llnn r ^ D eu ; • • i ■ i i i \.\ hack t.ii da ral Now hot with love and whiskey ^ itiinut any more ... T<» father Si ipea j rang J I name the « eddtng-dfl j r ; tab couple • a ad Withoat bolher or care, sir, And then at night they \» « bad, And did what they pleated there, sir. Whack fal de ral, &c. A BLESSING ON YOUR BAN- SIGH. A BLESSING on your ba ■if a! A 1 \ our iwordt !— As inn \ e tread, while marching Ye lo k creal ion'i I rds! k the inc-ii Spain on • II ; when th- is call nit at their call. < peasant's i think, • rink And II Iffct \N hat boots it though the m hat fame ? \\ lure laurels _• h, I hrislian palm more nobly bti . Id where heroes die. And to your bloody bed, shall bands lild with pure and patriot hands. in art 1 My torn') : And mother'a o'er such sons shall weep But tears thai htal tl»e hearts they Sl« N Embalming 1 where they flow. On then! with banner and with, baud! In pomp an'l gallant - 1 1 n. rt of mj land! I bleat > r Your music bids my soul rej Like glory's breath of dan For glory past has prophet voice And tells, of future tame. Go ! pour that mui g air, The hills of Spain am And ewers echo wakened tin Shall be proud mem Go, triumph o'er her mom holds. There lift your banm | The lion on their war-suunM \ The cilss within your bffeaa . POPULAR AND CHOKE SONGS. I BEG YOU WONT DO THAT. ( HAVE a simple tale to tell, And yet of some import; And therefore hope you'll mind it well, Nor turn it into sport. A young man woo's me night and day. And thinks I heed his chat, O, no! — but then don't tell him pray, I beg you wont do that. The fool is truly at my call, And where 1 am, will be; Nay, should my fan or pen-knife fall, Must pick it uj) for me. Was ever proud man brought so low, Such trilling to be at? Sure not:— but pray don't tel] him so, I beg you wont do that. The artful creature's bought a ring, And says I know what for; But this I tell the silly thing, All bondage I abhor. And as for marriage, no, O, no- He will not catch me at ! But, don't, O, pray, don't tell him so, 1 beg you wont do that. TIGHT LADS HAVE I SAIL'D WITH. TIGHT lads have I sail'd with, but none e'er so sightly As honest Bill Bobstay, so kind and so true : He'd sing like a mermaid, and foot it so lightly, The forecastle's pride, the de- light of the crew; B»t poor as a beggar, and often in tatters He went, tho' his fortune was kind without end. For money, cried Bill, and there* there sort of matters, For money, cried Bill, and them there so-t of matters, What's the good on't, d'ye see but to succour a friend. There's Nipcheese, the purser, by grinding and squeezing, First plund'ring, then leaving the ship like a rat; The eddy of fortune stands on a stiff breeze in, And mounts, fierce as fire, a dog-vane in his hat. My bark, though hard storms on life's ocean should rock her, Tho' she roll in misfortune, and pitch end for end, No, never, shall Bill keep a shot in the locker, When by handing it out he can succour a friend. For money, &c. Let them throw out their wipe* and cry, spight of Ihe crosses, And forgetful of toil that so hardly they bore, That "Sailors at sea earn their money like horses, " To squander it idly like asse: ashore." Such lubbers their jaw would coii up, could they measure, By their feeling, the gen'rous delight without end, That gives birth in us tars to that truest of pleasure, The handing our rhino to suc- cour a friend. For money, &c. Why, what's all this nonsense, they ta s of, and potlier, All aoout rights of men, what a plague are they at ? If they means that each man to his messmate's a brother, I Why, the lubberly swabs, ev'ry fool can tell that. j The rights of us Britons we know's to be loyal, In our country's defence our last moments to spend : . -and to v, Ac. •HO! THE H0UN1 Mil. P Mark m I will tell you the lit ind winks at them that drta them that UlllU, Ml. >ii ; 1(1, He'll drink his favourite | sir : lt\ his . •• \, is going- to n e that, his Mock f. ; . sir; Movnted his horse to hunt th< And tally-ho! the hounds, Th« i, sir ; And if the fox that way should He'll foil >w in purtuil So s\i e and ditch, To him there is no bounds, Mr; And i i,l the van. And tally-ho! the limnuU, sir ; It was once he had ■ pair to wed, mr pi ice bed i head, And bid the pair an knew 1-. And IrUbinc mine could Thau little Paddy \\ backa r tripp'd the And Paddy I ^ual grace a musket or a With trowel and with bayonet by tin ns the 1 To build np ami then to char When peutlepeople fall in I *t never at I To find some ugly customers, their happiness And Paddy found i from a riral swain, Who kept the (at and Cucumber in Laulitlower-1 | The youth was nauiM Mackinkia i pper elf. Whose clothei Ibey lift tor he made them all himsell ; M J POPULAR ANM) CHOICE SONGS. 124 A tailor blade he Mas by trade, of natty boys the broth, Because he always cut his coat according- to iiis cloth. But Paddy knew the feelings of a gentleman it hurts, To find another ungenteely stick- ing in his skirts ; ?o sent a challenge without fear, for tho' he wasn't rich, He en 1 I'd himself a gentleman, and still behav'd as sich. Mackirty too, good manners knew. for he, as it appears, To Paddy wrote for leave that he might cut off both his ears; Says Pat to that, in style polite, as you may well suppose, My ears you're very welcome to, but first Til pull your nose. The when and where were settled fair, when Pat as bold as brass, Cried you know what we fight about, Makirty cried, alas; And then in haste, and not to waste,such very precious time, One prinvd without a loading, t'other loaded without prime. Then back to back, they stood, good lack! to measure yards a score, Mackinkiucroft such honest mea- sure never gave before ; He walk'd so light, that out of sight, full fairly he was seen, And Paddy shot a finger-post some half a mile between. Now Pat and Kate soon after that in wedlock's bands were join'd, Mackirty he kept walking on. and never look'd behind; And till this day, his ghost they say, for he of love expir'u, Keeps walking round the finger- post, at which bold Paddy fir'd. STREW THE RUDE CROSSES OF LIFE O'ER WITH FLOWERS. THRO' life's rugged voyage, eacn mortal must sail, Oft toss'd by the billows of for- tune about; This hour a calm, and the next one a gale, Makes all of the harbour of peace have a doubt. Yet amidst the hard troubles that mankind but bear, The gods have sent pleasures to sweeten the sours; For friendship and love can defy every care. And strew the rude crosses of life o'er with flowers. Each man in his turn must en- counter rough seas, And buffet with peril and tem- pests of pain ; Nay, should fortune smile, so un certain's the breeze, That man must still doubt if its meant to remain. Yet amidst the hard troubles, Ac. The phantom ambition oft leads us astray, Then leaves us bewilder'd, and iost in the dark ; Nay, often to folly would leave us a prey, Did reason not throw in a lumi- nous spark. Yet amidst the hard troubles, &c WHEN" ANfJRY NATIONS RUSH TO ARMS. WHEN angry nations rush to arms, And dare Britannia's peace mo lest; While discord sounds her dire alarms, And fills with rage each hostile breast; '1 ! And : ill, 11 I breast with martial ardour I him in tut* dreadful tcene \\ li tail to ri»e M i)ni* the tiunuri I pal his manly in behind : — ; d, the tailor*! i live land, On tlirin Die British f;rir best -mile*, Ihefc \\ lien erown'd with laun is the They lay their wreath* at beau- SHADRACK THE ORANGE- MAN. COM! a joke that .ew. And ixt a hi and a Jew, Mr. Shadrack veal eai mit his Full re he baetfd and I I tine* . plem ray heart and p all in\ I \ « 11 »lur. Tol de r. I lol, M I de Tol d« By and b>e Jean d« rhane'd I" I \ tn he run and i , v O, h<>, vat is d i • quit. uy friend, mite «'■ 1 1 eet. But me have noi <)«• chs • ur to the And qi i ".] A pout a piece of eooftd, Tell I declare I i plow my \ ; I Mek ; \oll 1 tell you \ it I shall de nut J ob ; V i and I . and mx 'i.i ; dein in s Ineky d< Id heart i sin-, Tol i Mit de fruit and Monsieur skipt And Shad rack eXtlltinj did - enchinan ish do silhor 1 i '. Yell, veil, \ Let ii. vat ] M J 1215 POPULA.lt AND CHOICE SONGS. Mr. Aarons, Mr. Benjamins, Mr. L<*\ i, and 1 don'r know liow many ttebels, dere dey poea slap bang till a blind alley to look at do gold Napoleon ; and dey all cries out, *ee, dere'a a lucky deble, dere's a. fellow, see vat he's done : de Frenchman done him clean. Ah, all, vat de matter — ah, vat you don't know vat de matter isb, Sha- drack been and done de French- man, done him clean. I say Mo, vat vas you apout vat you didn't look sharp. Plow my vig, for vat you plow me up, vy didn't you look sharp yourself, you've alvays cot plenty of smitch apout you; vat you plow me up for ? At last Mr. M?ses, arter he had put on his spectacles, at last he cries out —dere's a soft spoon— look at him, stare him in de face — how dat fel- low, vat calls himself a Jew, and swells about coming from Duke's Place, links vat he has done de Frenchman, tipt him de smitch, and dat dem my vig- if de Frenchman harn't done him so clean as a platter; for as I hope to be shaved, and as I'm an ho- nest man, upon my heart if its any ting* in de vorltl but a bit of cop- per, gilt.— Veil, veil, poor Sha- drack, he look'd so blue as a pil- bury, to tink vat dc Frenchman had pit him, and all dat; so he picks himself up and his oranges, and vants to bolt, but dey von't stand it, dey vill have de grin upon him ; so dey sets up a dancing and prancing about him like so many debels, playing Old Nick mit him, singing — Tol de rol lol, spooney Shadrack the orangeman, Tol de rol lol, spooney Shadrack the Jew. CAPTAIN CLACKIT. LECTUR'D by Pa and Ma o'er night; Monday, at ten, quite vex'd and jealous ; 2 Itesolv'd in future to be right, And never listen to the fellows. Stitch'd half a wristband, read the text; Received a note from Mistress Rack it— I hate that woman! she sat next, All church time, to sweet Cap- tain Clackit. Tuesday, got scolded, did not care; The toast was cold, 'twas past eleven : I dreamt the Captain, thro' the air, On Cupid's wings, bore me to heaven. Pouted, and din'd ; dress'd, look'd divine ; Made an excuse, got Ma to back it; Went to the play. What joy was mine ! Talk'd loud and laugh'd with Captain Clackit. Wednesday, came down, no lark so gay — The girl's quite alter'd' said my mother. Cry'd dad, I recollect the day When, dearee, thou wert such another. Danc'd, drew a landscape, skim'd a play; In the paper read that Widow Flackit To Gretna Green had run away, The forward minx! with Cap- tain Clackit. Thursday fell sick. Poor soul, she'll die ! Five Doctors came with length* en'd faces ; Each felt my pulse : Ah me, cry'd I, Are those my promis'd loves and graces ? Friday grew worse., Cry'd Ma, in pain, Our day was fair; heaven, do not black it. Where's your complaint, love ?— In my brain. What shall I give you ?— Cap- tain Clackit. kNI) ( IK I. . I Ami in n Lptaiflj kit. ItUL ON AT JOl 8 THAT ARK NOT i HINE. RA1 !. • thine, it thus timu leer"tt with en- \ y*i blink, drink good wine, Bui 'lis that Uiou hi drink : W hat Ihoug-h two roads be!" lie, \\ <• on I path shall fall ; \ not walk a Well drink till we can't walk at all. Thou MJ*tl that wine's the cause it to the brain when it as- eenda do nim and wife, Ami then, like them, we're bet- ter trifiuls ; But here Uiou shalt not have thy will, \ •■ mi fellow s t » a bra ■ i ; Rather than Of our friends think ill, We'll drink till we can't think at all. Thou call's! the \\ hy, fool, 'tis CapiU'i dc \\ hat t.i ir ur firm I Ami rout Rather than iu n faction m- \\ e'll driuk till we cant at all. i < r all, abuse our joy. Indulge mis cynic i|»lt< When thou hast paid thy old i Thou cam! not say WO drink had wine* \\ <• envy no man's plea Mill ready at c.i:i;- Nay, rather than ipeak ill ' f \\ e'll drink till we can't speak at all. HONEST i IF tars of lh< ii in I »ay, brother, lake litis from me, *Tis because we're not muck- worms, nor ftlai Like lubbers who ne'er | i \\ hai's cunning, ami such quivi- ■ ion. And them sly inauocu vr<- t To be rog itish i> no » nlu TO hearties who plough th sea. aafOT cheating— light i eights, and measures, And corruption, and br.' d'ye - [28 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Those never embitter the plea- sures, Of good fellows who plough the salt sea : You've ashore, actions, writs, ces seraries, And a regiment of counsel to fee, Jack knows not of such like vaga- ries — We never trust lawyers at sea. 'Tis said that with grog and our lasses, Because jolly sailors are free, That money we squander like asses, Which like horses we earn'd when at sea. But let them say this, that, or t'other, In one thing they're fore'd to agree, Honest hearts find a friend and a brother, In each worthy that ploughs the salt sea. JUDY MAGRATH. O JUDY Magrath I am dying for you, You're rich to the taste as a fine Irish stew : Your locks are as bright as the priest's Sunday wig, You're tender and fair as a young sucking pig ; By Cupid's big dart (to complain is no use,) I'm run thro' the heart like a spit thro' a goose, O Judy, sweet Judy Magrath ! O Judy Magrath, wont you pity my grief, I'm roasted with love like a swr- loiu of beef; When basting your mutton or making a pie, Your grace makes me just like a bellows to sigh. But vinegar looks to my sighs you oppose. Your words are like mustard, they bite off my ntfse, O Judy, Ac. O Judy Magrath, you are cruel in troth, Of love shall I never be tasting the broth, My courage when up, och you soon can put down, The coal-scuttle isn't more black than your frown, In vain at your feet, I am dying all day, You're deaf as a saucepan to all that I say. O Judy, &c. YOUTH IS NIMBLE, AGE IS LAME. YOUTH is nimble, age is lame, Youth is brisk and bold, Age is weak and cold, Youth is wild, and age is tame, Age I do abhor thee, Youth I do adore thee, Oh ! my love, my love is young — Age I do defy thee ; For, methinks, th'ou stay'st too long. Youth is pleasant, age is cross — Youth is full of sport; Age's breath is short — Youth is gay, and age morose. Age^ I do abhor thee, Youth, I do adore thee, Oh! my love, my love is young- Age, I do defy thee; Oh! sweet Colin, hie thee — For, methinks, thou stay'st too long. MR. O'MUFF'S FAMILY MIS- FORTUNES. MR. Michael O'Muff, by his trade and profession, Was brought up a labouring pa viour's head man ; I'Ol'l !.\K AND ( HOI i Hut i ' when they . MHI-T Igfc — ■ blind cat. t mustard p<>t, i to the fortune of Mr. oMii.tr: tol de roi lot, may st. Pat iek in tin' i.. NOW M ni 111 ly bimtelf*! apt tit l taJte*i i <■ young jr'irl And i i and troth I'd ba to her «»aly, 1 1 I iiv d— that was ilu- I [fe« And och ! aii inavrone ! let the soul, th.» ; dead and goae, ike hut her mind, and you'll «ee clear enough, That I worsaip'd the grosuid, or the basket she'd squat anon, Och, oh! what aa nngel was Mistress owiutr. tol «le rol loJ, v*vc The delicate tints of the beet-root ild newer . when l*«i - id. bride ! Thus «c lovingly liv'd, until sick with a tt r< mind, before that the died. But och, ah inavrone !— Kate's jaws hi unkind g To itlder; but -tuff, lesuddenl) died with a creak in h.s windpipe, Anil a voyage for life trots the youngest u'Muff. t I i!e r>>l lol, &c. - hinki I. it's all Troth t way to vex i lion, r death kill-, a man whoa i^ht mi by iKspair ; ly think, ■ ' I r the Then your J And lei biin in. in, i And toll how he lik< u'.Mutr. Sin- t INDUCEMENTS TO i HE clouds that rest on the moun- tains breast, ed by the vi< And the M ostein bn the 1 1 A ml woo-, the flowerets fair. And the l by the bill Ami the day-star kisses the -- i — Then why not 6U . nest, (all Give a kiss to ine. And the bright moon-beam ' the stream. The hill end the vale; plnd the shady bower, at e hmir, ■ il by the nightii And the lily and each flower that blou s, Are kissei! by the for< Then why not dearest, tan (jive ;; kiss to ine. I HEARD THY FATE WITH- Oil A 1 : I HEARD thy fate with Thy I And yet thou wert ilear — \ oil of all to Ale. I know not what hath seared mine ft fused to si ; Hut every drop its IU** deny iry on my be 130 POPULAR ANI> CHOICE SONGS. Yes, dt ep and heavy, ose by one, They sink and turn to care: A9 caverned waters wear the stone, Yet dropping harden there. Tliey cannot petrify more fast Than feeling's sunk remain, Which, coldly fixed, regard the past, But never melt again- MOG THE BRUNETTE. VOUNG Jocky he courted sweet Mog the Brunette, Who had lips like carnation, and eyes black as jet ; He coxM and he wheedled, and talk'd with his eyes, Anc Jook'd, as all lovers do, won- derful wise ! Then he swore like a lord how her charms he ador'd; I nat she'd soon put an end to his sufferings implor'd; For a heart unawares thus his trammels he set, And soon made a conquest of Mog the brunette. They pannel'd their dobbins, and rode to the fair, Still kissing and fondling until they came there ; They call'd at the church, and in wedlock were join'd, And Jocky was happy, for Moggy was kind. Twas now honey-moon, time ex- pired too soon, They revell'd in pleasure, night, morning, and noon; He call'd her his charmer, his joy, and his pet, And the lasses all envy'd sweet Mog the brunette. Then home they return'd ; but re- ' turn'd most unkind; For Jocky rode on, and left Moggy behind ; Surpris'd at this treatment, she call'd to her mate, • Why, Jocky! you're alter'd most strangely of late!' 2 ' Come on. fool !' he cry'd * thou now art my bride And when folks are wed, they set fooling aside.' Hard names and foul words were the best she could get; Strange usage this, sure, tor sweet Mog tne brunette. He took home poor Moggy new conduct to learn ; She brush'd up the house, and he thatch'd the old barn ; They laid in a slock for the cares that ensue, And now live as man and wife usually do ; As their humours excite, they kiss and they fight, 'Twixt kindness and feud9 pass the morn, noon, and night; To his sorrow he finds with hia match he has met, And wishes the devil had Mog the brunette. CONSOLATION IN NEED, OR THE MAGICAL SPOUT. WITH cash taper grown. And credit all gone, There's no need for bother 01 rout ; At the three golden balls, Uncle Tommy Takealls, You may pop all your logs up the spout, Tol de rol, tol de ro.. lol. He always is willing, A pound or a shilling, On what is of value to lend, Then never despair, But to him repair, For be sure he is your only true friend, Tol de rol, &c. His wonderful spout, Would amuse you no doubt, And supply youwilh ready in need. For to settle your ash, It turns all into cash, And that too with wonderful speed, Tol de rol, &c. I.AR AM i % tables, m> i shoes ;| Ho bet. Or j i c bit i ihili te ■ kliifr, ■ lnt, bat 1 tell \ou indeed ; For a shift is n>> bad tltiug in i Tol da n l. *Tis a food tliiu^ t.i.kuow, in every street ; Ami hell lead on > ooi i From pounds tlou And net Many smh friend* will you i i Yes, your uncle's the man, Deny it who can, 'Jo shell out the sensible stuff; Tho 1 it's dti Mid in tun, J hat his hall*, two to one, >\ ill turn you oat script to the buff, Tol de rel, \c. Then, ye n own, I need to frown, He m help in all casts ami st at io n s; And when things ;uv i thing to know, nendly re- lations. Tol de ml. THE WORLD, MY DEAR M V R A • THE world, my dear Myra ! is full celt, And Friendship*! a jewel we sel- dom can meet ; How M MB, that, in I rching around, e of content is so rare to be found * Kind I and | >• of I On ■ bom ays with ' v depend ! Out jej I al- And griefs, when divided, h*d into peat \\ hen Fortune is settling, what di nil] a iv ■tier, and friend - ■hip sincei Yet change hut the prospect, and point out Distress, Nolo. . t >ou they eager ly press. PLAIN TRl Hi IS THE i l LET fa i ciful lover*, who si; the fair, To angel or goddess their charm- eoainarej In soft soothing sonnetl their i ties i And b rapturous \ i Tho' 1 love the dear crea: SOeh stuff I detest. For believe me, j . plain truth is the They'll tell with the rosebud maj The diamond looks dim, • coasnar*d « ith > our < oif_t o deceive you, they'll r il i-* true, That Veiiuk hei • !y to you ; Hut such stupid ..vutseuse believe il I For trust n plain truth i 132 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Tho' finical fops may your passion commend. A flatterer never was yet a true friend : *Tis not the fair face, tho' it blooms like the rose, 'Tis not the bright eye that the diamond outflows, 'Tis only good humour gives beau- ty a zest; Tsay start not, ye fair ones, plain truth is the best. Then -would you, ye lovers, suc- ceed with the fair, Be manly, and (lattery's delusion forbear; In love, as in battle, your honour maintain, Be honest, be faithful, and speak your mind plain ; Impart the fond passion that glows in your breast, And. believe me, you'll find that plain truth is the best. A BUDGET OF BLUNDERS. AS blunders in Ireland, most rarely are found, Some few tales I'll chaunt, which in blunders abo\md, As the stories are old, you'll o'er- look the odd taste, Of blundering thus o'er my open- ing grace, Derry down, down, derry down. An Irish captain, at a hotel ar- riv'd, Beheld hanging up, of a hog the left side, And, rubbing his hands, good living I vow, Why landlord, a pig you've been killing, I trow. Derry down, &c. Why, Sir, said the innkeeper, 'twxxt you and me, The left side of one, hanging yon- der you see ; Odzo, said the captain, a gre^r. silly calf, And pray, landlord, when do you kill the right half. Derry down, &c. A new married couple, each other's fond joy, At the end of six months, there was born a fine boy, Why, doctor, says Put, how is this rather wild, O, its often the case, Sir, with the first child. Derry down, &c. Invited to dine, by a charming young maid, A nice roasted goose on the table was laid ; Sir, what would you like, a wing, or a thigh, A bit under the apron, was Pat's reply. Derry down, &c. Why, Sir, says the lady, I'm sorry its true, That I cannot oblige you, with what you wish too ; But my geese do not wear none I'd have you to know, For the petticoat, sure, is your meaning I vow. Derry down, &c. An Irish perfumer, once killing a bear, For the sake of the grease, the hide and the hair, The smell brought his neighbours. such works to oppose, Well, after all, says Pat, he's led you by the nose. Derry down, &c. My Irish bulls for the present I'll cease, If blundering thus I should chance you to please ; The wish of my heart is dull care to beguile, And, amidst all my blunders, to merit your smile. Derry down, &v II LY. peepM Into in Ihfl .ill lb Ami ell Middled I Dapple, ami (.1 w bo s.-f.i.'.i io Will \ lhii bad ancoupl'd beep a hound* ; •ad imiiii' J ire, Three better btaanch barrien ed h.tr«- ; Then Sweetlips, then Driver, then inch, ami then Tray, All reedy to open at hark, hark Twas now by the clock, about Ive in the inoni. And we all gallop'd off to tbe sonnd «>r the horn : Jack Cater, Bill Bnhier,,and Die?: at the Gnn, And by thil time the merry Tom one, \\h >. wliii blithesome and Sunjr a long, ami Ibech rus was— Ha i k, barh an ay. And now Jemmy Lurcher had And no sign of madain, Of trace of her we just had began our hard Midden \:rx, all tin c.i 1 1 And i i • — Barki ba ■ i ira d oul Then in li i did displ And < i bark, bai -■ YO I in i Kl YOUTH and Old Age wen- Ami bad m>t Idm: Era heaven changed the :tt they kaock'd al Friend- ship'* Ami alu* came out that minute. And hoped she had not inadfl I wait. En' I I it liia it, Had long b. inadi A ^ iii of beautei lb p coiib not lade, Ami were the self-same < hare. ne In, And, i lit i i Love her with in, And sought a shady corner : Then Youth an drink ; But scarce bad Youth hii doty To Frie aUhin g;« think. The boy discerned the bea !i lip iA' tl.. And 134 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Age's mind was 'woke from its repose. And lie looked black as thunder, And clapped his glasses on his nose, To view this earthly wonder; And said, no wond'rous lips to kiss He saw, he could not view them ; His glasses they were right, and this One time, Youth might look through them. Now Youth the glasses took, with pride, And said he did not doubt them; But 'twas a thing he often tried, Ami still saw best without them ! Then Age got in a furious rage. But Friendship breathed her sweetest sighs, And whispered, in the ears of Age, " Youth never sees with Age's eyes/' FRIENDSHIP'S VALENTINE. THIS visionary theme is thine, From one who loves thee still; *Tis writ to thee a Valentine, But call it what you will. No more, as wont, thy beaming eye, To violets I compare, Nor talk about the lily's due, To tell thee thou art fair. The time is past when hope's sweet will First link'd thy heart with mine, And the fond Muse with simple skill, Chose thee its Valentine. Though some may yet their skill employ, To Avreathe with flowers thy brow, With me thy love's a wither'd joy, With Hope thou'rt nothing now. The all that youth's fond spring esteems, Its blossoms pluck'd in May, Are gone, like flowers in summer dreams, And thoughts of yesterday. The heavenly dreams of early love, Youth's spell has broken there. And left the aching heart to prove That earth owns nought so fair. Spring flowers were filling Hope's young songs, To grace Love's earliest vows, But wither'd ones, that summer wrongs, Are emblems sweetest now; Their perish'd blooms that once were green, Hope's faded tale can tell, Of shadows where a sun hath been, And suits its memory well. Then why should I on such a day Address a song to thee, When wither'd Hope hath died away, And Love no more can be ? When blinded fate, that still de- stroys, Hath render'd all as vain, And parted from the bosom joys 'Twill never meet again ! The substance of our joys hath been, Their flowers have faded long, But Memory keeps the shadow green, And wakes this idle song : Then let esteem a welcome prove, That can't its place resign, And Friendship take the place of Love, To send a Valentine. PAT'S APOLOGY ST. PATRICK you know was a broth of a boy, And toasting his name is an Irish man's joy, , PIJLAK AND ( th.it il ■ tli a bull lie should il hit blun- • il lit- made fertile npy art, \\ ill spring- it!n. ut t«>i|, I wa- it- is warm'd by lituna- tVith a band fur hi* friend and on arm for his foe. Altho' with a bull he may I ter dil Pat and his blun- . 5 e. f Krin And green arc the laurels, her v s that em ■ f w it m an Irish- Lttll, chock full : •nsjue, but and, iiolish'd, tb< \ou will I And while chanting the strains of a bold h Be kind worthy friends, and my blnndi BEN BLOCK. BEN Block r as brave And Nan, faithful Nann> And n, had !.«•, And he lo\ «•«! I h.S I Till worth la a xjuaII. • o'fsr was made. Yet think not b« ,1 nr shrunk from the man, • true-hearted Nan And lie scorned wkat ffll to dt -pi i ,• ; Betides, cried the tar, not a boy I now But can die for bit country and I can \ , m Nan, and show ite of her frowns, v •«■ thus argued Ben, u he sat if which his trim vessel went don And the band which had siialch'tl from ihe billows Ben Mock, Determined his wishes inrrown; ..i at ibnt moment hi- Beheld a white sail h< ave in Which reached him, and took in a poor shipwrecked tar, join with the jolly ihlp^s I the* <>ke Ben, as he i Dg on the «i< ulOT should never des; i am saved from the w ! And SO I am -^lill Fort'. You air. mid ■ Ur, ..s he I pled his hand, 1 l« is a messmate he'd ! from jail. For imw I caw jay. what I one ■ ben I land, So cheerlv, my heart, let m 13G POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Ben dropt on his knee, sent a prayer up aloft, Called Providence watchful and kind, Tlien cried to the friend he had sailed with so oft, We tars are oft shook with the wind ; But what matters that, there's an angel unseen Will take us poor sailors in tow. And when we're in danger, will e'er step between, Till Death lets the sheet anchor LOVE IS A FLOWER. LOVE is a flower of mental beauty, On breasts impassion'd bloom- ing* Unless the mind forsakes the duty. In haste its bliss entombing-; Soon will the breast, that dares to scorn A wreck of pleasure, die forlorn. Remember fair, ere joy too cold Shall strike that peaceful form ; Oft clouds obscure our happy morn, Which we in years behold. — So love, our choicest blessings giving-, We hail it as our earthly heav'n. OH! SAILOR BOY, PEACE TO THY SOUL. IN slumbers of midnight the sai- lor-boy lay, His hammock swang loose at the Sj-ort of the wind, But, watch- worn and weary, his cares flew away, And visions of happiness danced o'er his mind ; He dreamt of his home, of his dear native bowers, And pleasures that waited on Life's merry morn, Whilst Mem'ry stood sideways, half covered with flowers, And restored ev'ry rose, but se- creted a thorn. The jessamine clambers in flowers o'er the tliatch, And the swallow sings sweet from the nest in the Avail, All trembling, with transport, he raises the latch, And the voice of beloved ones reply to his call : A father bends o'er him with looks of delight, His cheek is impearl'd with a mother's fond tear, And the lips of the boy in a love kiss unite With the lips o». ? the maid whom his bosom holds dear. Oh ! sailor boy, sailor boy, never again Shall peace, love, or kindred, thy wishes repay ; Unblest and unhonoured, down deep in the main, Full many score fathom thy form shall decay, Days, months, years, and ages, shall circle away, And still the vast waters above thee shall roll ; Earth loosens thy body for ever and aye, Oh ! sailor boy, sailor boy, peace to thy soul. MISS WRINKLE AND THE THATCHER. IN a village there lived an old maid, Who was ne'er known for trifles to fret, But yet she was sadly afraid That a husband she never should get. Miss Wrinkle was fifty, it can't be denied, Sing fal de ral, lal de ral, de; Yet still to be married she con- stantly sighed, Sin£ fal de ral, lal de ral, de* l'oi'l i,\li AM) ( IImi. 137 ■ lay . ll. m as fifty, u de; ltd, . de. day, thruu. At : kit i'lii Ilei beard from i butcher .1 Inl do ml. th-. ie, I'll 00*" c ral, la) de ml, tie. IN THE LAM) OK HIBRRNIA IN the laud of Hiberuta you; drew And sure ever since he has teaz'd me to death ; . ami makes e ■ 1 1 it inch By the fnih of St. Patrick, he's shot ihr -it. W ith bb Grainachree Molly, och, b of Bt. Patrick, he's nji my heart, \\ ith Molly, och what eaa l do ! ter the conjugal only make ■ ife ; Then so tender be lo>-ks when ire lovingly chat, That I lonj rned — but ■ on't t« li linn that. \\ ith Ins ( . I re we are Ami * it be i i will ■ li i lit t lu* I \\ itti THB W INTER 1 THE ni- l»t i* dark and dr< \ «i ebon-bteck Ike -k\ ; i Ikon, its light, art by ! Then, stay with me mj Helen dear lu hII tiiy virtnei bright; And ting «>t" joys | i love, the \\ inter's Ni-ht. The wind is sharp and freezing The -now inclined t<> lay ; I07 », While arm-in-arm we - Then stay with me, Ac. The village Ire biases lore. The i ' And while they chant Us praises Make Gratitude their - Then slay witU PLEASURES OF THE CHAS WHEN faintly gleama the di ubt- t*ul day, yet the dew-drops on the thorn, Boi row n Inatre ftc m the l bat tips with ^old the dam c>>rn. Health hiils awake, and hoi.. To him w ! ther morn, And wi 11 with strength his n< to 1m the su rtunan lo the chase. N I 138 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGP. Do we pursue the timid bare. As trembling o'er the lawn she bounds ; Still o\' her safety have we care : While seeming" death her steps surrounds. We the defenceless creatures spare, And instant stop the well-taught hounds. For cruelty should ne'er disgrace The well-earn'd pleasures of the chase. Do Me pursue the subtle t'o*. Still let him brakes and rivers try, Thro' marshes wade, or climb up rocks, The deep-mouth'd hounds shall following fly, And while he every danger mocks, Unpitied shall the culprit die. To quell his cruel artful race Is labour worthy of the chase. Return'd, with shaggy spoils well stored, To our convivial joys at night, We toast, and first our country's lord, Anxious who most shall do him right; The fair n^xt crown the social board, Britons should love as well as fight: For he who slights the tender race, Is held unworthy of the chase. Bacchus one day gaily striding. BACCHUS one day gaily striding On his never-failing tun, Sneaking empty pots deriding, Thus address'd each toping son: Praise the joys that never vary, And adore the liquid shrine; All things noble, gay, and airy Are 'jerform'd by gen'rous wine. Ancient, heroes, crown'd with glory, Owe their noble rise to me; Poets wrote the flaming story, Fir'd by my divinity. If my influence is wanting", Music's charms but slowly move Beauty, too, in vain lies panting, 'Till I fill the swains with love. If you crave a lasting pleasure, Mortals, this way bend your eyes ; From my ever-flowing treasure, (harming scenes of bliss arise. Here's the soothing balmy bless* Sole dispeller of your pain: Gloomy souls from care releasing He, who drinks not, lives in vain* THE EMERALD ISLE. THERE'S a sweet little island that's seen in the west, "With green vested mountains and vales; The fountains of health find their source in her breast, And her breath plumes the spice-breathing gales. No venomous reptile lies hid in her groves, Her bosom no serpents defile, When virtue and truth lead the graces and loves 0*er the face of the Emerald Isle. But where is this Eden that lies in the west, Where the fountains of health overflow ? This queen of all islands is Erin, the blest, Where scions of honour still grow. Oh ! search the wide world to its furthermost bound, And where houris of paradise smile, You will find that no place with such beauty is crowned As the sea-circled Emerald Isle I ifaie. Thrue happy ■ Bid I lltll intry, in lonely Ta e ith, ten feminine ex- female perfection had birth; From the east to the west, the pole ti) Hie pole, The tweet maids of the heart- winning \* Are the white-bosomed fair, who, in -fi r \\ in the palm to the Emerald l s le. WHY HANGS THAT < L0l T D I POM THY BROW? \\ I1Y bangs th.it cloud upon thy Tli ' i- heaven ere- whil< \\ be B storms and tein- Or what this gu->t of passion mean ? And mast then mankind lose that light, en hi thine eyes was wont to shine I And lie obscur'd in endless night, For each poor billy speech of mine. 139 wrong thy ig\l at all igues abuv make large nit ; i durst pre! t* upbraid, Thy virtue will . the lie, r ill thy beauts to its aid. . onu9 every heart C ensnare, \\ i lis all her charm* has &fl thy I lias with unusual care Bids wisdom heighten every can the double pain endure! Or who mu>t not resign the field To tli. 1 1 maid, secure, \\ ith Cupid's bow, and Pallas' shield ? i to thee such pow'r is given, i in torment live, tint smile, ami learn to copy hea- • «e most sin ere it forgive. Vet pitying licawn not only does For. liter and th* of- fa But even itself appeaa*d bestows, As i e reward of penitence JUDY CONNOR. AT eighteen years old I fell ill, The doctor came in carriage; lie kneu my case, and said no pill Would cure so well as mar- riage. When he said that. I thought 0# one, My heart was set upon her; -aid I, I'll marry none But pretty Judy Connor. Whack, tooral.looral, Ac 140 POPULAR AND ( HOICE SONGS. When father gave consent, I prion Murk stronger and much bolder ; Ami toon, to go a courting, threw Slmes and stockings o'er my shoulder. Hart-tooted I, so neat and clean, Would walk to shew my man- ners ; And make me decent to be seen \\ hen safe at Judy Connor's. Whack, tooral, looral, &c. My love intentions soon got wind, And rivals came to meet me; And swore if I'd not change my mind, They'd murder me and beat me. Och ! two can play as well at that, I'll fight for love and honour; So take one for yourself, dear Pat, And this for Judy Connor. Whacky tooral, looral, &c. Then Larry, coming, said to Pat, Arrah ! what, you elf, now, 1*11 wallop you, my darling brat, And kill hi in all myself, now. He knocked Pat down, no time to lose, Then gave me such a stunner; A broken head and bloody nose I got for Judy Connor. Whack, tooral, looral, &c. When Pheliin came, now there began A general fight so glorious ; We couldn't tell when off we ran Which of us was victorious. We fought, and ran, and didn't stop Till all and ev'ry runner Got. safe in Murphy's whiskey shop, Dead drunk for Judy Connor. Whack, tooral, looral, &c. The doctor, who was justice there, On Judy cast a sheep's eye; He got his rivals in a snare All squashed in Murphy's pig- stye. Thsn in the stocks he put our legs, Och ! each lover was a groaner I They pelted us with rotten eggs, For love of Judy Connor. Whack, tooral, looral, &c. My hose and shoes, when I gj: loose, I slipped on, nothing daunted; I went full dressed to Judy's house And told her what I wanted. I softly did my love-tale speak, And when I thought I'd won her. I learnt that Casey, just a week, Had married Judy Connor. Whack, tooral, looral, &c. Now jealous Casey, coming in, Politely said— My jewel, A trial for crim. con. I'll bring, But first we'll have a duel. His tight shillelah cracked my crown, As sharp as any gunner; And said, as I went tumbling down Take that for Judy Connor! Whack, tooral, looral, &c. Och ! murder ! that is not well bred, Said I, in strains that melted; And have I got a broken head, Been beaten, drunk, and pelted. For one who's fast in Hymen's link? Och ! faith ! I'll go and shun her ; I'm cured of love, and now I'll think No more of Judy Connor. Whack, tooral, looral, &c. AS BRINGING HOME THE OTHER DAY. AS bringing home the other day Two linnets I had ta'en, The pretty warblers seem'd to pray For liberty again. Unheedful of their plaintive notes, I sprang across the mead ; In vain they tuird their little throats And flutter'd to be freed. As passing through the tufted grove, Near which my cottage stood, I thought I saw the queen of love When Chloe's charms I view'd. am) ( unit k so: Ml M her stay, But all OWld which loi « had li Ml. And I ide, bi r\l pair addrettVL You pretty warblers, « he*, riul be, Remember sol \ on ii For 1, who tboaj MY DADDY \\ AS A BON, MY daddy was ■ tinker*! Ami I'm kii boj , 'tii ten to •i pots to meud ! was Itlll his • Bere'i pots to mend ; aloud bawl I. : , \e till pots, kel' l< Coppers to hoWlt'r. or brass | Of wives my dad had near a - And I have twice as many more : Ami onderful a-^ tme, My daddy was the lord (upon my i-) the Lord knows w bo ! Tan ran tan, tan ran tan tan, ■•or i h ' I'm your man. Once I in budget rang bad pot A b.tiw-door capon, and what not. Here*! poti to mend ! I cried along*, ts to mend ! was still my At village wake— oh ! curse his thro The cock crow'd out so loud a note, The folk in dusters Bock'd around, (I my budget, in it found e and l us, Betidei a jolly I by the Lord) a tinker means. Tan ran tan* &c. kettlei to in The i. nidi i u get I i Mneese hire 'gainst the door, And with his bm k rub off the At his exnenco ire drown nil ■■ ■ lot h i praiae thi (COOld not do loss than the landlord's ■ Tan ran ta: AID A SAILOR, KIND Si: AID a tailor, kind sirs, who oiice felt ii To fight for lus country, his king 1 t.. defend, O stop for n moment and hear my ■ad story, And deign when 'tis ended my s lO defend ( once had vows I shall n< , Forget when she said it would re her to M And that happen what might, she would love me If time diil not alter the worth Of my heart. We set v a ii from Plymouth, a French ship And I was ilett riniiiM tocon q or die, Undaunted around me I heard the balls rattle, And lost In the contest an arm and an eye; Yet I thought not the loss limb in my duty. To Nancy or me would a row impart; One eye was «,iil| left me to gaze on her beauty, 1 knew what she priz'd i» me most was my .ieart. U2 L'OPIJLAIl AND CHOICE SONGS. But when maiin'd and in want I gam'd Plymouth harbour, And Nancy beheld my unfortu nate plight, Next morning' she married Tom Halyard of Dover, And bade me no more venture into her sight. Now I stray, lame and helpless, thro' fam'd London city, Imploring kind strangers some aid to impart, Give an alms to a sailor, kind masters in pity, Depriv'd of an eye, of an arm, and his heart. TOM TOUGH MY name, d'ye see's Tom Tough, I've seed a little sarvice, Where mighty billows roll and loud tempests blow, Pve sail'd with valiant Howe, I've sail'd with noble Jarvis, And in gallant Duncan's fleet I've sung out yo heave ho. Yet more shall ye be knowing, I was cojfewain to boscawen, And even with brave Hawk I have nobly fac'd the foe, Then put round the grog, So we've that and our prog, We'll laugh in care's face, and sing yo heave ho. When from my love to part I first weighed anchor, And she was sniv'ling seed on the beach below, I'd like to cotch'd my eyes sniv'- ling too, d'ye see, to thank her, But ( brought my sorrows up with a yo heave ho: For sailors tho' they have their jokes, And love and feel like other folks, Their duty to neglect must not come for to go ; So I seiz'd the capstan bar, Like a true honest tar, And in spite of tears and sighs sung yo heave ho. 2 But the worst on't was that time when the little ones were* sickly, And if they'd live or die the doctor did not know, The word Mas gov'd to weigh, so sudden and so quickly. I thought my heart Mould break as I sung yo heave ho. For Poll's so like her mother, And as for Jack her brother, The boy, when he grows up, will nobly fight the foe; But in Providence I trust, What must be must, So my sighs I gave the winds and sung out yo heave ho. And now at last laid up in a de- centish condition, For I've only lost an eye and got a timber toe, But old ships must expect in time to be out of commission, Nor again the anchor weigh with a yo heave ho. So I smoke my pipe and sing old songs, For my boy shall revenge iny wrongs, And my girl shall breed young sailors, nobly for to face the foe, Then to country and king, Fate no danger can bring. While the tars of Old England sing out yo heave ho. ALWAYS WELCOME. AT each inn on the road I a wel- come could find : At the Fleece I'd my skin full of ale ; The Two Jolly Brewers were quite to my mind ; At the Dolphin I drank like a whale. Tom Tun, at the Hogshead, sold pretty good stuff; They'd capital flip at the Boar; And when at the Angel I'd tippled enough, T went to the Devil for more. 1MPI LAH AMi < 113 vrnys r avei i n. kK tl s.. bt I In t - i led uu.riii Ami put an end I h;i|>| I'd a >wii'l little girl i.i tlit- M To«wri'ilii;iits;iiiil;ilr I. it U Iml adieu, the m-n ; Hand in Hand the good woman I lOOfc And Uie Horns 1 howe ne'er will be n gentrd In the mad, I'm son l i.l Ui tlie lair ; But thO* my commission'* laid don n, Vi-t wlnle the Kind's Anns I'm permitted to b< Like a la.ii IM |ght for tlie wn. THE FARMER. HERB'S to each jolly follow, That lnves t«i be inellou. Attend unto me and sit • i bottle iu quiet. My boys, lit us tr\ it. For dull Ihiuking will make a man \\ hilst lure I .1111 Lot uid sin? ; Lot no mortal appear aj n stranger; Hut show me the ass '1 h.it i And I'll order him grass in a man- £er. Lai tie lal, &c. By reapii. lag, By plough , Dull nature SU] with plei I I've a plentiful b And a cellar « t II It i'il, with Alul III! !,«-, rum ; \\ llli i. B j rum. Lal de i.ii. \\ IS It II. I I would ll.l\. Foi indeed you would ■ 1 1 1 1 • > 11 c i, m n mind is i n teat \\ ben i pay my own rent. And I'm happy when friends are ll me. Draw near to my table, ^ a beys that arc able, I«et us hoar no more words of nplatalng. ■ All musio n I long to tee draining. Lal do lal, Let the mighty and c\ Roll in splendor I'll em | no ra ptal, I s ■ ear it : < .it my OWN ham. My own chicken, and lamb, And I shear m> own sheep and 1 ■ ear it. I have all thing! iu s< UU Such as WOOdeoClC and pbeai Ami Hie lark is my morni, laruier, ich good follow I hat loves to be melluu, Drmk the plough and honest farmer. Lal de lal, KB BRAIN CARE dies the brum when you are And raptures fill I Raptui (i sullen care Returns— when you do 114 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. SEVEN AGES. OUll immortal poet's page Te'ls us all the world's a stage, And that, men, with all their airs, Are nothing: more than players, Each using skill and art, In his turn to top his part, All to fill up this farcical scene O ; Enter here, exit there, Stand in view, mind your cue; Heigh down, ho down, deny derry down, All to fill up this farcical scene O. First, the infant on the lap, Muling-, puling- with his pap, Like a chicken that we truss, Is swaddled by its nurse, Who, to please the poppet, tries, Whilst it giggles and it cries, All, &c. Hush a bye, wipe an eye, Suckee titty, that's a pretty, Heigh down, &c. Then the pretty babe of grace, With a shining morning face, With satchel on his back, To school, alas ! must pack, And like a snail he creeps, And for bloody Monday weeps, All, &c. Book mislaid, truant play'd, Rod in pickle, bum to tickle, Heigh down, &c. Then the lover next appears, Soused over head and ears, Like a lobster on the fire, Sighing ' ready to expire, And a deep hole in his heart, You may through it drive a cart, All, &c. Beauty spurns him, passion burns him, Like a wizzard, guts, and gizzard, Heigh down, &c. Then the soldier, ripe for plande**, Breathing slaughter, blood atwlj thunder; i Lord ! at what a tale he runs, About drums, and swords, ar>d guns ; And talks of streaming veins. Shattered limbs, and scattered brains. All. Ac. What foes he thrash'd, cut. and slash'd, And here he popp'd 'em, there he dropp'd 'em, Heigh down, &c. Then the justice in his chair, With his broad and vacant stare, His wig- of formal cut, And belly like a butt, Well lin'd with turtle hash, Callipee and callipash, All, &c. Pimp and cull, bawd and trull, At his nod, go to quod, Heigh down, &c. Then the slipper'd pantaloon, In life's dull afternoon, Shrunk shank in youthful hose, And spectacles on nose ; His voice, once big and round, Now whistling in the sound, All, &c. Vigour spent, body bent, Shaking noddle, widdlewaddle Heigh down. &c. Then at last, to end the play, Second childhood leads the way. When, like sheep that take the rot, All our senses go to pot ; Then death amongst us pops, And so the curtain drops, All, &c. Then the coffin we move off in, W T hen the bell tolls the knell Of high and low down into the cold ground ; Here's an end to the farcical scene O THE und— Bui ins favorite I ck be , i (,u irr«l, ic*d Baechaa bestriding a barrel* U illi « was struck Hut with one, which thro* life he thought most in lane, u tliat full note brought out by a ikrcw or a fork. The sweet souml t>f the pop In drawing a cork. Ml could sketch Rfan - deck'd, while at scl> ...l. > ceiling aud \rjl with a ladle a. id bowl ; And i\o doors for miles round was he able to Without drawing upon it a bottle and glass. which he it l<» drink I To enliven his pace and his spirits COIICO rse, like himself, it t > te« I That a spur in the head is worth two in the heel. In the chair in paid the • ; n i, by keeping the bottle in motion : And a ity-ltght or heel-tap, he proudly would b lie io bumper the toa ihurch-spo.it ihoeld I That the eloadl WOOB landed his Mar, Bat witbtbii rows to < !i That tho' jolly Join was . nt h s prune, lie left plenty < drink down old ume. THE FAIRIES 1 SONG. TIIIO. VVITHIN this sheller'd meat) dell, I roin in -rial ken, ■ e fairies dwell, V\ ken the garish eye of day Beams abroad its golden ray. Light dancing on the da ground, anion rings 1 | urni, \\ lien the moon, with paly li^ht. Genu ibe modeet brow ofnij Around the mushroom's tawny brea 'Tis there we hold our elfin 1< laffron hue, cups of nectar'd dew« ( tly thus our moment! By, Till soon the rosy dawn \\<- s |(N ; Then t«l taste the balmy s In purple bells we softly creep. O FOR TO BE A SOLDIER A IN. LTO\ the salt stas. will) my I s\\ ord. Where l have been nghtlni many long day, a cannons n i g end bulltts were Hying, I was there all the while, but kepr running away. O I4G POPULAR AND CHOICE SONC.S. Ami O for to be soldier again, lu peaceable times it will do little harm ; Then we will get victuals, and drink what we can, And a suit of red cloaths lo keep our backs warm. At the seige of Belleisle I was there all the while, The guns they did rattle, and raise such a smoke ; I went up to a mill, that stood on a high hill, And I peep'd thro' a hole and I saw the town smoke. And O for to be a soldier, &c. The battle being ended, I straight- way intended To go down among the dead that were slain ; I rifled their pockets, I took out their money, I drew forth my sword, and — 1 kiiPd them again. And O for to be a soldier, &c. GILES SCROGGINS. frILES Scroggins courted Molly Brown, Fol deriddle lol, fol deriddle lido; 1 he fairest wench in all the town, Fol deriddle lol, &c. Ho bought a ring with posie true, 44 If you loves I as I loves you, * No knife can cut our love in two." Fol deriddle lol, &c. But scissars cut as well as knives* Fol deriddle lol, &c. At\(\ quite unsartin's all our lives, Fol deriddle lol, &c. The day they were to have been wed, Fate's scissars cut poor Giles's thread, So thev could not be mar-ri-ed, Fol deriddle lol, &c. Poor Molly laid her down to weep, Fol d« riddle lol, &c. And cried herself quite fast asleep, Pol deriddle lol, &C. \\ hen, standing all by the bed post. A figure tall her sight engross'd, And it cried, I beez Giles Scrog- gins' Ghost! Fol deriddle lol, Ac. The Ghost it said all solemnly, Fol deriddle lol, &c. Molly, you must go with I! Fol deriddle lol, &c. All to the grave, your love to cool. — She says, r am not dead, you fool Says the Ghost, says he, Vy that's no rule !— Fol deriddle lol, &c. The Ghost he seiz'd her all so grim, Fol deriddle lol. &c. All for t<» go along with him, Fol deriddle lol, &c. Come, come, said he, ere morning beam, — 1 von't ! said she, and she scream'd a scream — Then she woke and found she dream't a dream, Fol deriddle lol, &c. NOT, CELIA, THAT I JUSTER AM. NOT, Celia, that I juster am, Or truer than the rest; For I would change each hour like them, Were it my interest. But I'm so fix'd alone to thee By every thought I have. That should you now my heart set free 'Twould be again your slave. All that in woman is ador'd In thy dear self I find; For the whole sex can but afford, The handsome and the kind. Not to mv virtue, but. thy power This constancy is due, When change itself can give no more 'Tis easy to be true. IM1M 147 J u | JOI i lad le knew— a i be toiled honour, not intVetl v call d I .IS 111 'IC t i A friend, whom bard fortune had plu tut ; ii.i spend like a lord, though his form te ■ as His delight chiefly lay in delight- ing For grieving he Mid «as n folly : For Hie world was his home, and mankind wen 1 his brothers, And this 1 I Jolly, And this was the way of Jack Jolly. k he could sing— tell a l. ili- ■ n'.i the host, relic the foremost was lie ; A fund of ^ood humour he always DM in their manner more pleasant rould be, I i their manner, &c. Bui Jack had his troubles as well <*r; Had thrice been a pris'ner, and luigrr'd in jail ; Was . wounded, or one thing or t'other, lac d when he found his ids turn'd tail. Unkindly tho 1 Jack was thus treat- ed by others, He mid that to grlerewasa folly; home, and mankind were hi* brol And tins was the wa> <>t' Jack Jolly, And this was the way of Jolly. I I I. .ii.l Jack To n« been ins . But fortni • the wrong tide, - He Instantly made th ins bride ; < hiefly lay in delight- ing lag he said was a folly; For the World was his homo, and mankind M < And this was tue way of Jack And this was the way of Jack Jolly. A TRAVELLER STOPPED AT A \N IDOW \S GATE. A TRAVELLER stopped at a wi- dow's gate ; She kepi an inn, and lie wanted tO bait, But the landlady slighted her guest ; For, when Nature was making an ugly race, She certainly moulded this travel ler's face, As a sample for all the | The chambermaid's sides they were ready to crack, When she saw his queer nose, and the hump on his (A bump isn't bam doubt;) And, t fd that the preju Iv in favour of wear- A nose shouldn't look like a s/iour. US POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. A bag full of gold oo the table he laid. It had a wond'rous effect on the widow and maid, And they quickly grew marvel- lous civil: The money immediately altered the case, They were charm'd with his hump, and his snout, and his face, Though he still might have frightened the devil. He paid like a prince, gave the widow a smack, And flopp'd on his horse, at the door, like a sack ; While the landlady touching" the chink, Cried, " Sir, should you tiavel this country again, I heartily hope that the. sweetest of men Will stop at the widow's to drink." LOVE'S BOWER. LOVE. built a fair bower the blue sea a-nigh, Ambition a tower that soar'd to the sky; The bower was of roses, ths tower was of stone, And Fancy supposes each lived there alone. The waves rose in anger, resist- less their power, They washM down the castle, they swept down the bow'r; But the roses danced lightly the broad billows o'er, While the battlements sunk and were never seen more. Love laughed at the wreck of that tempest so wild; 'Twas not the first ruin o'er which he had smiled. •• Behold us both houseless, good neighbour," he cried, " Thus Time mocks the works of man's pleasure and pride." j 3 But over the waters for many a day The relics of Love, ever honourM, will stray ; While little the stranger aha.. care or shall know What heaps of ambition lie buried below. THE NEGLECTED TAR. I SING the British seaman's praise, A theme renown'd in story; It well deserves more polishM lays, O 'tis your boast and glory; When mad-brain'd war spreads death around. By them you aire protected, But when in peace the nation's found, These bulwarks are neglected. Then, O, protect the hardy tar, Be mindful of his merit, And when again you're plung'd in war, He'll show his daring spirit. When thickest darkness covers all Far on the trackless ocean: When lightnings dart, when thun- ders roll, And all is Avild commotion. When o'er the bark the white topt waves, With boist'rous sweep and Toll- ing, Yetcooly still the whole he braves, Untam'd amidst the howling. Then, O, protect, &c. When deep iminers'd in sulplrrous smoke, He feels a glowing" pleasure. He loads his gun, h e ".racks his joke, Elated beyond measure; Tho' fore and aft the ood-stain'd deck Should lifeless trunk appear. Or should the vessel floj» a »-reck. The .sailor knows no fv ar. Then, O, prott t, £c. I N\ be spine, ..ill him ; ■ Where plenty itlll li reigniag. I . all the wnMi, ! He sighs, but scorns complain* Then, 0, protect, &c. Or horning on tl \\ h him. Or pinchM by | < dand Still attend* him. No time can thi* eradii i ice ; And bids < see, When joy hath filled that eye with \\ a> never half so bright as thee. THE SENT INK L. iN thealght, when the watch-light beside him was burn The sentinel stood on the field « I' the dead, Yet then hope, on the wing of the midn »«"g. Come clad in the smiles of the days that were Bed. And though .iiiml might roam Back to tli fettle day. He thought ,i i, e thought of his li For the fields i "Ught it.ii- and I I Then, tumiugagaiii from the strife and iter, \\ «• swept the blue waves of a far d O 3 150 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Vet lie sighed as he bent o'er the dark ocean water, For the wild wave that bore him still bore him from thee! Then, as we cleft the green sea foam, Or Hew before the silvery spray, He thought of his love, and lie thought of his home, While his vessel was bounding afar and away! MEET ME BY MOONLIGHT. MEET me by moonlight alone, And then I will tell you a tale, Must be told by the moonlight alone, In the grove at the end of the vale; You must promise to coine, for I said, I would show the night flowers their queen ; Nay turn not away thy sweet head, 'Tis the loveliest ever was seen. Oh ! meet me by moonlight alone. Daylight may do for the gay, The thoughtless, the heartless, the free ; Put there's something about the moon's ray, That is sweeter to you and to me. Oh ! remember be sure to be there, For tho' dearly a moonlight I prize, I care not for all in the air, If I want the sweet light of your eyes. So meet mc by moonlight alone. WEIGH ANCHOR. WEIGH anchor, bear off to the harbour above, Where dwells the chief captain of •nercy and love ; The bark must be Wisdom, the freight firm Belief, Let Virtue be sure stand the mast that is chief. Drink about then with glee And let this our toast be, May we ever Jive happy, uniteo, and free. Let your cargo spread Charity where it is need, Of your mess let the poor and the indigent feed, From Envy and Malice your cabin keep clear, Let Temperance stand at the rud- der and steer. Drink about then, &c. Kick Scandal o'erboard, sink it low in the deep, Defrauding and Cheating your ballast ne'er keep, Sail oft" from the rocks of Vain- glory and Strife, Lest on them you founder, and split in a trice. Drink about then, &c. Let Justice and Truth on the fore- castle stand, Religion will dictate the word of command ; When breezes of Pleasure your mind much engross, Drop sail or tack round, that you may not have loss. Drink about then, &c. Ply Industry's oars for health, for- tune, and fame, On the keel of your heart implant a good name ; To Honesty's compass be always full bent, Then you'll ride to the coast of perpetual content. Drink about then, &c. THE MUSIC FOR ME IS THE SMACK OF THE. WHIP. YOU may feast your ears with a fife or a drum, Or the catgut tickle, or the wire strum, LAK \M) < HOli 1 .1 Ii along, >! Ac. - ni^'.. e but tiir devil i-> half so \\ itli my ding don?, *c. v\ !n-ii the ■ ikei the bit hands, .111.1 I W 'itli black, while, and bi runs, at last ovei i by tin.' duns. W itli iny din? don?, &c. But let them still quarter the road ire, the road have a birth i -iend that is nut to the shift. Overturn me plump, but I'll lend hun a lift. W itli iny din? don?, Ac. \\ hen a | pointing at Cn the top of the roof, talked of r Gammon i be, But nil yoa -lit gammon to I \\ ith my dir.? don?, to rido m my coach little I ue had a mind. But, foi want of the blunt, took the basket behind ; W hen Um I Paddy [n a pot and coach run- ning; foul .it' one anol \\ it i mj diug i ■ be bind W Ith my ding d But wliftlin behind we red, • \\ hen in I : land i i the rown, And the j.urney end in a safe set den \\ Ith my din? don?, &c. 1 ILL YOUR GLASSKS, BANISH GE1J KILL your d m orldljr caro d*rj- ne'er will brii Jo> from drinking n ill Why should we, with wrinkled • what Nature made so fair' Drink and set the heart nt r< id market make the ! Basy brains we know. ala« ! \\ ith KmaginatiOBl run ; Like the sand i' th* hour* Tarn'd and turnM, nnd still run on ; Newer knowing wb< But mi' Drink, and let the heart nl i -. mind hi ;< I Some pursue the wiaged wealth, . e to honours high anpij di\ «• me freedom, give me health ; ue. W hat ihe w oi Ul pre- sent, Will no*, add to in Drmk. ur hearti «t real ; ill mat ket makt 152 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. MY CONCERT'S A CHORUS OF DOGS AND A GUN. EVERY mortal some favourite pleasure pursues, • Some with cash run for play, some to Peele's run for news, At Liston's queer phiz others thunder applause, rtiul some fritters delight to hear musical noise; But such idle amusements I care- fully shun, And my pleasures confine to my dogs and my gun. Soon as Phoebus has finished his summer's career, And his maturing aid blest the husbandman's care, When Roger and Sue have en- joyed harvest up in srlf and i Quite lost to the delight that •pri From tense, thy power confess, , >k me by the hand. Ami asked me 10 take DOt-luck. At supper-time I chanceo 1«> And then— nh, wonderful t«' tell, An elephant his imse did blow, And tor the cook now ran- the bell. Sin' whack, Ac PADDY'S DESCRIPTIONS. \ back In Munster I d e girls they will all !> me About i ton n— but blow if 1 know I i i st Ihiug I did chance to spy when <«ut ofsighl ; the moon ti lip-! And the sun shine bright at night. whack*, row de diddy di ! Ten yean after be doei die. Till: KIM) HONEST HEART OK A 1 Alt. Vr.T, though I've no fortune to \\> something to put on a par. Come, then, and accept of my pn i '1 is the kind honest heart of a tar. let such a trifle as tbil (•it I-., h«- to in | You'll be rich, t;. ly in kfam With the kind honest heart of a tar. , I am of none of your nin- The next lime I come I'll give you n lap roll i the kind b lar. lords, with such fine baby r strut in a garter and iter, Have they, under their tambour and 1 The kind honest heart of a tar? 154 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. I've this bere to say now, and mind it, If love, that no hazard can mar, You are seeking-, you'll certainly find it In the kind honest heart of a tar. OH! NO, WE NEVER MENTION HER. OH I no, we never mention her, her name is never heard, My lips are now forbid to speak, that once familiar word : From sport to sport they hurry me, to banish my regret, And when they win a smile from me, they think that I forget. They bid me seek in change of scene, the charms that others see, But were I in a foreign land, they'd find no change in me; 'Tis true that I behold no more, the valley where we met, 1 do not see the hawthorn tree, but how can I forget. They tell me she is happy now, the gayest of the gay, They hint that she forgets me, but heed not what they say; Like me perhaps she struggles with each feeling of regret, But if she loves as I have lov'd, she never can forget. BOHEMIAN SONG OF THE BRIDE. OL'R cock crows loud, crows lustily, The morn begins to shine; My love is thinking— thinking of me, Gentle mother mine 1 5\veet youth! my heart's own child! how sweet, Thee with thy maiden's kiss to greet— And ask a kiss from thee! 2 Mother! awake from rest, from rest, Father says, " Up and away !" Make ready the feast, make ready the feast, For thy daughter's marriage- day ; Thy daughter's marriage day is this, She must awake to bliss, to bliss. And leave the pillow she prest. And O! my lover draws near, draws near, I see his eager speed ; He will soon be here, he will soon be here, He and his snowy steed : Haste, thou dear, thou lovely boy, Haste, my hope, my love, my joy, Hasten to claim thy dear. My heart is glad, my heart is glad, It springs like a lark above; day of delight! delightful day, Which gives ine all my love ; 1 had many a fear, — my fears are gone, I shall not journey— journey alone And orphan'd virgin's way. THE PLAIN GOLD RING. HE was a knight of low degree, A lady high, and fair was she; She dropt the ring, he rais'd the' gem, 'Twas rich as eastern diadem. Nay, as your mistress' trophy, take The toy when next a lance you break; He to the tournay rode away. And bore off glory's wreath that day. How did his ardent bosom beat, When bast'ning to his lady's feet ; The ring and wreath he proudly laid, " Oh, keep the ring/' softly she said. worth the woilil I de. WOlthI). world's a vol hi. Id, ii mart i • We all of di- a itli the i my troth *\ I mat- il must put up with WW tune baa sent, lie's lot ao rich, So there is but a poitl and eoateat, 11 \ my troth ti-i DO gre it mat- ter which. A living's a living", aad so there's • hd . - just enow, ire tor the want ot' a mend, By my troth 'tis no matter how. In this world about nothing 1 we bualed ap] And, I've said it again and in, Since quit it one mast, if one's By my troth 'tis no great mat- ter \ thi: SOLDI Kll'S DREAM. OUR i- the i cloud had lou * red. And the I their i ' h in the s| And thousand* had sunk on the d <\ erpow i and the wounded to die. By MMOU I HIV, rW, | i eld** lie track, Till nature and sunshine the i To the h i welc I Bear to the plea oft In life's morning watch, ■ m\ !•■ I heard my mmm Icat in- a. Ami knew the I | that the coro-ri i Then i B the wine-cup, and fond I, From my home and my Wi tag ft .My lii tnou- An.l . i, in the hilacai of I earl — "Slav, stay with us — rest! thou art weary and worn !" And fain was the war br soldi' But sorrow returned with dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear mailed away. THEY LEFT HIM ALONE IN r HIS GLORY ! NOT a drum -was heard, not a funeral n As 1 1 the ramparts we Inn I I Not a soldier discharged his I well shot, O'er the i h C rr we're buried. 156 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONUS. We Juried him darkly at dead of night, HE LOVES AND HE RIDES AW AY. The sod with our bayonets turn- AT the Baron of Mowbray's gate rag* 3y the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin confm'd his breast, whs .seen, A page with a courser black ; There tame out a knight of noble? mien, And he leap'd on the courser's back ; Nor in a sheet or shroud we IIis arma were bright, his heart was light, And lit sang this merry lay, How jollily lives a fair young knight. He loveii and he rides away."' bound him ; Cut he lay like a warrior taking | his rest, With his martial cloak around j him. Few and short were the prayers; a ladylook'd over the castle wall, we said, And Ave spoke not a word of j sorrow Cut we steadfastly gaz'd on the j face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the i morrow. We thought as we heap'd his nar- row bed, And smooth'd down his lonely, pillow, That the fee and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we faraway on the billow! L^htly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him ; But nothing he'll reck if they'll let him sleep on, In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half our heavy task was done, When the clock toli'd the hour for retiring. And we heard by the distant and random gun, That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carv'd not a line, we rais'd not a stone ; But we left him alone in his glory. 2 And she heard the knight thus sing; | The lady's tears began to fall, And her hands she began to wring; ''•And didst thou then thy true | love plight, And was it but to betray ? Ah! tarry a while my own dear knight, In pity don't ride away." Of her tears the knight he took no heed, While scornful laugh'd his eye, He gave the spur to his prancing steed, " Good bye, sweetheart, good bye." And soon he vanish'd from her sight, While she was heard to say, "Ah! ladies beware of a fair young kuight. He'll love and he'll ride away." THE RIVER QUEEN. THE water rush'd, the water swellM, A fisherman sat nigh ; With tranquil look his line beheld, And gaz'd with vacant, eye; As thus he sits with careless look In twain the river flows, And crown'd with reeds, from out the brook, A lovely woman rose. POPULAR and ( in. i. 157 To hi . t" him sin 44 w hv temp'at Uiou from the By arti ..r(iu. l man betray'd, in\ M.ii j bi Ah! kucw'st thou, how we lad it awt-i a tli the ■ avcs to go, ■elf would leave the hook's «>it, And live with us below. 44 Love not their iplendour iii the main The sun and moon to 1 Look not their b6AflM as bright mi, Reflected from the ■ i Tempts not tins in. blue, tranquil, clear, and bright ? Tempts not thy shade, which bathes in dew, And shares our cool delight! The water ruslTd, the water ell*d, The fisherman sat nigh, \\ ith wishful glance the brook be- held, And long'd the wave to try: To him she said, to him she sung The river's guileful queen; Half in he fell, half in he sprung, Aud never more was seen. MISS RUM-TUM-DIDDLE-UM. AS you've asked me to sing you on*;, I'll sing you a very queer little one ; The name of its not very long, It's called Miss Ram-tam-did- dle-uin. O! she was a maiden so bright, U ell known in the city to every one ; How she served a poor tailor one night, O fie ! .Miss Ilum-tum-diddle-uin. Rum tuin, «xc. in Cheaps de wi 1 1 amp, \\ h. Altho* small, was of the I ;ip, Pell in lore with Miss Rnm-tam- diddle-nm. In rapttir.s be wa« with her I In her die a nun : When he inquired her name, word replied, Mi-s Rum-tam* diddle-um. Rum turn, He vow'd he would see her home straight, And she knew well how to nib- ble urn ; But the tailor little dreamt of his fate! O! the cruel Miss Ruin-tum- diddle-um. Iti the morn when the tailor ar He looked as sheepish as any one ; He soon found he'd been stript of his clothe-, By the wicked Miss Rum-' diddle-um. Ruin turn, \c. He jump'd out of bed in a fri Aud straight out of do ran ; In his shirt, O lord ! what a li Bawling out for Miss Rum-iuiii- diddle-nm. Iu his flight he run the wrong Exclaiming almost to. How he'd been deluded away. By the cruel Miss Rum-uiin- diddle-um. Ram tum, Ac. He with vexation knocked down his poor s AN ho guesft'd from what quarter he had come ; She pot him t-. bed, and all nigh I He dreamt of Miss Ruin-turn- diddle-um. i* 1.58 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. In a rage she jump'd out of bed, And fir'd with jealousy she did run ; With a carver she cut off his bead, : Twas thro' Miss Ruin-tum-did- dle-um. Ruin turn, &c. She was tried at the Old Bailey depdt, Altho' she was pitied by every one; She took the benefit of the old Newgate drop, It was thro' Miss Rum-tum-did- dle-um. Thus his wife met a tragical end, And at midnight her spirit is sure to come, Ba wling out at the foot of the bed Of the wicked Miss Rum-tum- diddle-um. Rum turn, &c. As my song's drawing near to an end, At what I have said, I pray every one Take warning before its too late, And shun Miss Rum-tum-diddle- um. If in Cheapside you should hap- pen to roam, And like the poor tailor be fro- licksome, You'll leave such fair damsels alone, I mean like Miss Rum-tum-did- dle-uin. Rum turn, &c. THE POSTMAN'S BELLE. MISS Penelope Birch, Liv'd near Islington church, And after her lovers a host ran, Till the choice of this Belle On a General fell, One Wilkins, the General Post- man. As each morn he pass'd by, How she'd ogle and sigh! And quick from her coffee and toast ran ; Or, if e'er sparks at night, In her candle shone bright, 'Twere letters by Wilkins, the Postman. Soon a loud double knock, To her nerves gave a shock, She trembled, and pale as a ghost ran ; The next letter you bring. Please to come with a Ring, So he did — and she married the Postman. A WOMAN WANDERS LIKE A HONEY BEE. I LOV'D a pretty girl, Of beauty quite the paragon ; When a look at me she'd whirl 'Twas a dagger through my marrow gone. Her dear 'witching ways My senses soon did fascinate, Her blue eyes' gaze Like daggers did assassinate; Love's hottest flame I felt, Too burning long to carry it If you wish her name I'll tell't, They call'd her pretty Harriet. He's a flat Whose mind on a slut '11 cock ; From bat to bat She wanders like a shuttle- cock. Her pretty form to grace, 1 I bought a gown of sarcenet; A cap too deck'd with lace, And ribbons blue to fasten it. To Richmond and Kew I row'd ber in a boat o' Sundays, Though this to do I oft did pawn my coat o' Mon- days. I cared not a jot To what excess did carry it, Provided I got, In the end my Harriet. He's a flat, &c. She consented to wed, So off I went and bought a ring Back again I sped, But found things cbang-'d. and torturing i I rati dan ; I l.'v'.l ,.\l to mnrry it, Hut 1 v\l, pretty Harriet. All | man thai can funny be, ^ like a honeybee. My boSOOl it Inn But it was i|iarn*d, inrch was ask*d to go; dida't say D i ioy did i" the pastor go. From me he lishM Mv prize, and off did carry it, And I WUM dbh'd, — r 1 lost pretty Han All you meet, &c. I*m now like a fish Out . such as jack or eel ; And as on a twitch i've seen dangling a roacku- rei, m large tall tree I'll dangle precious high soon, sir; Or in a dish of tea I'll take a dose of poison, sir. This resolve III keep, And to ai; end will carry it, And in death** cold sleep Forget iny woes and Harriet. a Bat, \c. A DAMSEL STOOD TO WATCH 1 HE FIGHT. A DAMS1I - watch the fi^ht. Oil the banks of Kingslea M Ai.d they brought to her feet her own true knight, m wounded un a bier. sweet kits ike. Abuii . |, cr Ami his l.ps so ) She ilrt-w hiui fee Where tfc She plunged with him beneath the tide. And they were seen no more. THE LADY, PAGE AND ( AVALILK. A LADY at her lattice il To wati-h the ray a of light, iparkled o'er the m- \l OOll, And o'er the waters bright ; Whea came her little page elate, Aad whiaper'd In her . A goodly throng is at : \\ ith thine own true i A goodly throaf He comes not from the warrior tent, He comes not from the plain, But from the princely tournament, \\ ith nobles in his tiain. Full many trophies he has won, By valour and his sp< And all proclaim the mat By thine own tru And all pr He bade me give this chain of gold, These bracelets rich iinpearl'd. And say that while their links hold, Thy love shall be his world. ke these ieu els back, l , And bid the kiw-ht appear, 1*11 give, not sell, my h. To my own true cavalier. I'll give, not sell, &c. 1G0 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. 1 ENVY NOT THE MIGHTY GREAT. I ENVY not the mighty great, Those powerful rulers of the state, Who settle nations as they please, And govern at the expense of ease. Far happier is the shepherd's swain, Who daily drudges on the plain, And nightly in some humble shed On rushy pillows lays his head. No curst ambition breaks his rest, No factious wars divide his breast; His flock, his pipe, and artless fair, Are all his hope, and all his care. And at Amsterdam, when we come dere, We shall cheaten the devil, and that's all fair. Ik ben liderlick, &c. De strange mans comes for de fish dat's nice, And looks as sharp as donder; Ik praise mine goods, and I tak mine price, And sell him stinking flounder; Den he cry, tief man, ik say yaw Mit mine bond to mine gelt, com' ch\ Ik ben liderlick, &c. THE DUTCH FISH-MONGER. OF all what strive to live and thrive, And by cunning to over-reach man ; Whether trade ben dead, or trade ben alive, De best trade of all is a Diest- inan. Vorld he fish vat he can get, But all ben fish in the Diestman's net, Ik ben liderlick, du bist li- derlick, a lay te. Mynheer can drink, for dronk by chance, Mynheer, by chance, can caper; But ik never let mine vrow go dance, Till somebody pay de piper; And if my croopen hoR is bond, -croak mine pipe, and I nic for stund. Ik ben liderlick, &c. We trade mit de Yonky, and deal mit de Scot, And cheaten de taen and de tother ; We cheaten de Jew, the better as dat, We cheaten ^ne either 'nother; ONE BOTTLE MORE. ASSIST me, ye lads, who have hearts void of guile, To sing in the praises of old Ire- laud's isle, Where true hospitality opens the door, And friendship detains us for one bottle more ; One bottle more, arrah, one bottle more, And friendship detains us for one bottle more. Old England, your taunts on out country forbear; With our bulls and our brogues we are true and sincere ; For if but one bottle remains i« our store, We have generous hearts to give that bottle more. That bottle, &c. At Candy's, in Church-street, I'll sing of a set Of six Irish blades who togethe. had met; Four bottles a-piece made us call for our score, And nothing remained but one bottle more. One bottle, &c. ' I . l#1 Ami v bottles in more, Ac. Slow Plur -Iirough Quit. ill t So M< i to drink tottle* mor< THE GRINDE1 . IU 11 all tlie world, high ami low, iy a freak you'll be finding ; >\ hat do you thiuk's all the go ? By the hokey, it's nothing but grinding. dal, the devil cau't bind her ; The wmld is all M how came jou - And evYy profession's turn'd grin. Law's a state mill, and those elves, The law > »r>, like terrible - iants, Grind all t U. m -<. K CS, Ami leave ail the chatl for their clit Terry Io, Ac. Doctors grind you for fees so pell- mell, That they kill you for mere pre- iion ; For thvy know, if they let grow well. You'd «lie >•» i'ii enough of star- vation. Terry Io, &.c The gamester he -rrind* by the O, own Ami ilu/' . Ac. i, east, west, south; "s a mi r ; [*hc churchwards mouth, And his grinders are like a i et ry lo, Ac. Like coblers, to make both ends Tim* at -rinding all stick to their tet; But old Nick, who ail grinders can bent, Will -rind the whole boiling ttber. I ry Io, Ac. Britain's grindris are sound wood- en walls ; The Cambrian and Scot an't be- hind her ; And tor aid when Hibemia calls, Sure Pnddy*! the devil's own grinder. Terry Io, fte* If erer eras'd from this breaet Arc your generous ia\ours so bin. i May the devil grind me with the rest. Just Io properly finish his grind ing. Terry Io, Ac. MISTAKEN WAUL I MISTAKEN fair! lay Sherlock by, His doctrine it deceit For while he leeches u>i He cheats us of our living. 1* J 162 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. To die's a lesson we shall know Too soon, without a master; Then let us only study now How we may live the faster. To live's to love, to bless, be blest, With mutual inclination; Snare then my ardour in your breast, And kindly meet my passion. But if thus blest I may not live, And pity you deny, To me at least your Sherlock give, 'Tis I must learn to die. THE EXILED IRISHMAN'S LAMENTATION. GREEN were the fields where my forefathers dwelt, oh! Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh !* Though our farm it was small, yet comforts we felt, oh ! Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh ! At length came the day when our lease did expire, And fain would I live where be- fore liv'd my sire ; But ah, well-a-day ! I was forc'd to retire: Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh. Tho' all taxes I paid, yet no vote could I pass, oh ! Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh ! Aggrandiz'd no great man, and I feel it alas, oh ! Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh ! Forc'd from my home, yea, from where I was born, To range the wide world, poor, helpless, forlorn, I look back with regret, and my . heart-strings are torn : Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh ! Ireland my darling, for evev adieu. 2 With principles pure, patriotic, and firm, Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh ! Attnch'd lo my country, a friend to reform, Run ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh ! f supported old Ireland, was ready to die for't, If her foes e'er prevail'd, I was well known to sigh for't; But my faith I preserv'd, and am now forc'd to fly for't ; Erin ma vourneen, slan laght go bragh ! TO FORTUNE. YES, Fortune, I have sought thee long, Invok'd thee oft in prose and song ; Through half old England woo'd thee; Through seas of danger, Indian lands, Through Afric's howling, burning sands ; But, ah! in vain pursu'd thee! Now, Fortune, thou wouldst fain be kind! But nnw I'll plainly speak my mind — I care not straws about thee : For Delia's hand alone I toil'd ; Unbrib'd by wealth, the nymph has smil'd ; And blis3 is our's without thee. PAT HOLLOWAY. ARRAH, what a big nose had the bold Captain Noraghon, Pat Holloway he pull'd it— till he made him to roar again, Whack fal de diddle— shoot him through the middle. Whack fal de diddle— Well-a- day, Whack fal de diddle— Captain thro' the middle. Och, shoot Paddy Holloway. vovi : I • both, bird to both. \\ back fa I de diddle, Ac. dock pond n«\ 'P shall -ti i de diddle, Ac. Pal -for it eat I md a i ile tli. I. He, Ac. i itepp*d in between "cm — foil lime lo t.ikc it up, end t "M make if up. Whack ml de diddle— shot him tluo* the middle. k fa I de diddle- Well-a-day, \\ hack fal dediddJe shake eeck Other 4 ! daddle, And fast friends they walkMaway. BI V MV MATCHES. Bl'Y my matches, good friends, fanny <»ld blade, name, lately set no in trade : to 1 the streets, sing old longl and new catetl And the end of my strain still is •• MeJda bej my matches." liny my matches — buy my matches. My f 1 folks, growing -li and old, liven hi* days, made a match writh a sc My blade was a gunner, wh *d hi the ■ i debt*, ill his foes Would dlSj> But this gun-uowder iperk found met • 1th hll match. Buy. • a hist wilh blustering, I rcluruM him a peal. So we »ave stroke for stroke, like a lliat and a steel, But our sparks soon grew flames- all was riot and rout, Till my deary took sick, and his idle burnt out. Buy. Thus bom amidst fires, and in- flammably rearM, When my turbulent love was ta'en trout me. I fearM My po<»r spirits would cool, so to give them a diet- r, I set up a new trade— to make Matches — look here ! Buy, &c. I have matches for girls, for > widows, old mauU ; I have matches for housewives, sluts, gossips, and jai The men too are match'd, young and old ones at will ; Fops, i i akei, are all matcltM by my skill. Buy, Ac. I ne'er in my life was at loss for n match, But my tricks and contrivance the job eoold dispatch. make out oi\o match here ezceedi nil my pranks: r your kindness Dtt I a basket of thanks. Buy, 1G4 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. THE INJURED LOVER. AH, Anna, didst thou know the pang's That rend this aching heart, I think Ihou'd certainly return, To ease me of the smart. Say why hast thou so soon forgot The vows thou mad'st to me, (Of constant and unalter'd love), Beneath the spreading tree. But no it cannot be thy fault, So constant thou did'st seem ; I 11 hear it from thy own sweet lips, E'en then 'twill seem a dream. But, oh! when I am quite con- vinc'd Thou'st injured me and flown, I think I may with justice say The fault is all thy own. BRIAN BORU. O! KILMURRY M'Mahon's a place you would bless, Where whiskey costs nothing, — and butter-milk less ; And it's near to that same is a neat little spot, Where my grandfather's grand- father dwelt in his cot; Whose children, from Dennis to Terence and Pal, Each stuck up a peg for a travel- ler's hat. For 'twas land of their own, where the murphys first grew, And they all were descended from Brian Boru. In our garden, to charm both the eye and the nose, Nature always seemed dressed in her holiday-clothes; And, so sweet was the smell of the whiskey we brew'd, That a pig in the parlour would sometimes intrude ! Then, at the Assizes, I've ta'en up a broom, To leather a cow from the coun- sellor's room ; For we let off a chamber, as other folks do, Who may not be descended from Brian Boru. But sweetest of all was that beau- tiful maid, At the door of whose cabin I've oft left my spade ! From the window she'd peep, like a sly fairy elf, Crying, — " Mister Kilrooney, get out wid yourself!" " If you stop till I open the wicket, my dear, I'll be making a noise which no- body can hear;" Then 1 always behaved as all gen- tlemen do, Who, like me, are descended from Brian Boru. THE LAST " GOOD BYE." 'TIS not the rude waves that rear thus around me, Nor the cry of the seamen which rings in mine ear; 'Tis not that chill night's black mantle has bound me — Ah, no ! 'tis not these that can give rise to the tear! 'Tis not that the morrow may bear me away From that bless'd spot of yo ith, — now hid to the sight; 'Tis not that the prospects of once happy day, For ever are chas'd by poverty'3 blight! Tis not that the parent — whose yet too fond heart Beats but to enjoy that life which it gave; — 'Tis not that our parting, which aimM a dread dart, Will bear her away too soon to the grave ! : •. ' No, no ! ins idol! my I THE CAST1LIAN MAM) tnber the tune, in La \\ ii. fully flew, : lilc Of tilt nil, Or I the light I net ; Ah never, dear youth, let you i where you will, The delight of these moments forget. I tell me ye lovers of Erin's n isle i a new passion may And soon in the light of some • , er smile. u II forget ll. e pour maid of ll tie. Bi.L they know not how brave in Or . could think you Iwavi the spirit most iiS the loudest and truest in HAMPSHIRE HOGS. M Hampshire, one Old Lucas me, Hi' quite ■ ell. nan, In liv lint soon be found be*d | And married to an i> Tol de rol • ■'d like her while she lived, He was v. i tii love so ii But . alas, be l r 1*4 vii. O ! Nllnt, ami \ t of church tid, M Johtt, U ilt thOU i Bald I, M I'M h< r neatly ,», 0! Bui \. lad when sh< M> pcaltj . 0! Right lal, lal, frc. She axM me 1> «m ■ V ber to dine, 1 thought il mortal kind, 0! Ami I took a cup Off two ot wine, : k my mind, O! (ty Molly .!• 1 now must kiss thj i bops, j but I didn't p, O! M fa I, lal, &c. But loon my bead began to swim, it u i i fuddled ; Whii y Molly dear to l puzzled. \\ e - that, \\ my heart quite hot And saya I, " next Saaday well i ed, .t tal, lal, &C. So wl I (aim*, we off to church \\ «■ t M.i i on quite jolly ; But I And at timet I'm awUoech Itch soused plan O! \c. 'TIS ON THY B< TLY BIOHINO. in*, \\ Iumi our hearts in u uls in iimtii N\ o cur \ .it. O! then, how sweet each feeling. r .-Hid tender then the Mm; tbting, nought conceal- All is happiness and bliss. softly iigaiagg 'I h:it my In ait alone 1 luii, 01 then, with love comply* '»g, ■ apre me i y are we blest. Sincere and faithful is each feel- ing Iliagon thy charms so bright, To each others 1 hearts appealing, Who can ■peak the fond delight* 0! TIS SWEBT WHEN THK MOON. O! *TIS sweet when the mooti with is -il\ try li : ht, In its azure path shiaea through the si And sheds all its glory afar, when the night Has spread its dark mantle on it i- then when the breesec blow ; u the Stl ohm. Ami the murmu meet the ■ We delight oa the days of our childhood to dream, Ami to think of the maid that Kp 168 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. O! 'tis sweet, and who that has known can forget, All the charms of the night's lovely hour, When, wand'ring that moment — perchance may have met 1 Her he lov'd in the moon-lighted bower ? Yes! that bower is remembered •wherever he goes, And its moonlight can ne'er fade away ; In storm, and in sunshine, for ever it glows, And breaks through the bright- ness of day. MISTRESS JUDY MINNIGIN. 'TWAS late one night, I'm told, When Pat, with whiskey burn- ing, Along the road he roll'd, And homeward was returning, Itesolv'd no more to roam, The rain quite fast was falling, But when that he got home, He thus began his bawling; Ope the door, Charmmg Mistress Minnigin ; Rain fast pour, So pray let ine in again. Says Judy, from within, Come sooner home you might, sir; 111 not let you in, So late as this at night, sir. Oh yes, my darling, do, I own it rather late is ; See what I've got for you. Besides some nice paratees. Ope the door, &c. For you I've got a treat, I've got some whiskey too, now, A pig that you may eat, All this I've got for you, now. So haste and let me in, Just like a drowned rat, too, I'm wet quite through my skin, And I've spoilt my Sunday hat, too. Ope the door, &c. Says Judy, that I wont, In here you'll not be poking Pray, my love, now don't Think that I am joking. For when you went away. To come back you'd be scorn* ing ; So now, tny boy, you may Keep outside till the morning. Ope the door, &c. A jack-ass too I've got, On it you may ride, too, When to church you trot, I'll walk by your side, too. A cat for yo i I've caught, With young 'tis very big, tooj For two ihirteens I've bought A little guinea-pig, too. Ope the door, &c. To Dublin, faith, I've been, I call'd too at your mother's Brother Pat I've seen, He's at the Cat and Snuffers. Says Judy, what you're at. Your talking's all in vain, sir; With your jack-ass, pig, and cat, You may go back again, sir. Ope the door, &c. Says Pat, you may as well Let me in, I pray, now; News I've got to tell, Ope the door, I say, now. My love that you may taste, I've lips with kisses to smack ye ; But if you don't make haste, I've got a big stick to whack ye Ope the door, &c. REMEMBER. LOVE, REMEM BER. 'TWAS ten o'clock one moonlight night, I ever shall remember, When every star shone twinkling bright, In frosty dark December. When at the window tap, tap, tap, I heard a certain well-known rap And with it breath'd these word: most clear, Remember ten o'clock, my dear, Bemember, love, remember POP! i 1 dared n •< t r the \*«>i Id r. was not iii.it pi At It I Hi- v i*d u ord to keep, ence t.> den i tin' window shutter ■ Remember, lore, remember. Ami did I heed a bint r mark t lie- 1 arniu^, Welch saul at church ire i At ten o'clock next morning. And there we met no hm i part, To In - r hand and heart ; Ami since Umt day in wedlock joii.M, The window shutters briny to mmd, Kemember, love, rein LOVE AND BATTLE. A SOLDIEit woo*d a peerlesa inai.l. Soft love his bosom ■welling, And as they on the mountain strayM, His tender tale was telling; When, acrom the d stant vale. They beard the war-druini rat- tle. The trump, far-sounding in the pale, Call*d bin from love to battle. Tlie soldier look*d ■ long adieu, His breast with ardour plowing, And she with sobs, sad, soft, and true, Beheld her lover going: • Fare thee well," the soldier cried, ** Again the war-drums rattle;** A fervent pray'r to heaven she tigh'd, To bring him back from battle. The Midler fell among the slain, Upon the bed i And, from auoth- wain. b*ue heard the fatal it \\ Ik mil Had i>«- itaid lici THE IIU8H APOLOGY. AURA ll ! aow Pat, tare you been, You're drunk as a devil. ure ; lie after stopping at home, yon And beep on this sale of thf» water, Or rise, you blackguard, we'll be without straw. Ami sure, that will make us uu- . Judy, my joy, will you just hold your jaw, l\e been with your friend, M'n- ler \ Tol de rol, &c. Twai the next day now, ,-h Pal went to t rath-. He met with his friend, and took whiskey ; Judy just thought he was using the spade The time he v\as getting so frisky. Somehow, or other, he got n black i Which made him go home ther era/ Arrah ! now, Judy, I hope won't cry, I'd this from your friend, M \ asey. Tol de rol, &c. Judy complain'd, but 'twas all of BO use, For Pat never thought of le turning Till cash was all gone, then, fear- ing .< He walk*d home one fine Sun- day moi ning 170 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Then children all cried, there'* nothing to eat ; Says Judy, I'll tell Father Ca- m>> ; Sure then you may, and we'll soon have s<»me meat, My money's gone with your friend Vasey. Tol de rol, &c. Casey came in, and he kick'd up a breeze, Pat soon made him taste the shillelah ; Then swore a big- oath he'd soon be at ease, And enlist with Sergeant O'Phealy ; Sure then he did, and at sound of the drum He march'd off one morning quite hazy ; Judy was told, though she thought it a hum, The news by her friend, Mister Vasey. Tol de rol, &c. Vasey was kind, and his friendship was great, Poor Judy for Pat was bewail- ing; Says he, my darling, it's no use to prate, I'm yours now without any fail- ing. Judy agreed, and they scon went to bed, When Pat, who was smart as a daisy, Return'd home that night, she popp'd up her head, There, look, it's your friend Mister Vasey. Tol de rol, &c. Oh, blood and ouns, this is all mighty fine, But, may I be hang'd, if I strike her; And now you're in bed, your friendship's divine, Sure now jou can tell how you her. So, Judy, good bye, your children also, Your husband can leave you quite aisy ; Success lo my friend, wherever I go, I'll drink— to my friend, Mister Vasey. Tol de rol, &c. THE SOLDIER'S PARTING. THE sound of the drum calls the soldier to arms, He eagerly presses his love to his breast, Exclaiming, " dear girl, let no false alarms Ever turn your affection from him you have blest. It is true there are many more wealthy than I, Who to gain your regard would use every art; But for you I've lived and would willingly die, Then tell me, dear maiden, what says your heart ;" " Let this be my answer, she quickly replied, As she threw the soft tear from her beautiful face, I've no other suitor but .las been denied, Nor could I once think thus my name to disgrace. Have you then, I may ask, for one moment believed That I with ingratitude couhJ make you smart ? No! by Heaven ! (let thus all your doubts be relieved) With my promise I gave unto you a fund heart." LONDON SIGHTS. GOOD folks, toLunmin I be come 1* "i in* sights to sec tine sights to see; Good folks, to Lunnun I be come. V\ here things are mortal funny POP! 171 that Hi U>J IK'Ilt, iUUll- brid I went nent, andred full i The church up \\ i >t ; The church clocks now . up. The hour of night exposing: I Ian is row well, All watchmen's team it will di^- pel, As it will servo the time to lell been dozing. Hi tol de rol, &c. One night 1 At l . •vent-garden, t One night I went I play, U was the Thci i ly fel- His name I think it was Othello, id stamp and rat bellow Before the play did II Ki u i de i The next place was the Dl In i park ; -ir : boWi \c. I wait, 9 For on 1 3 The Tin told it on I Ail mails an ^ lien I | Ri tol de HAPPY HARRY. A JOLLY miller, blithe, I My Though I i iage rode, And i rowd, My mill I call my court, And 1 h.i\ To fl lour, i < \'iy lu bji 1 disdain, hot or cold, suom . rain, My mill goes — click, click, clack ! \\ ere happy pa Could he but st«>|> hoi n i-y Strife, As i my mill at pleasure ; li by a u bite outsit I all deceit abjure, And though I t\^> by grinding live 1 never -rind M< no| ol I ha And had i i id 'fin all, • 'i . !,.' . I (1 \\ bile my null went—* k, clack! 172 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. ATv country find my king I love; friendship with my neigh, bour; And though necessity above, For health's sake love to labour; There's dame and 1, we make n< fuss, Yet love each other sure ; Wo love our children, they loveus And then we love the poor. So blythe and gay T pass the day, And love my joke to crack ; And. since I reason ne'er offend, Enjoy my bottle and my friend, While my mill goes — click, click; clack ! MY FRIEND AND MY GLASS. LET the grave and the gay Enjoy life how they may, My pleasures their pleasures sur- pass; Go the world well or ill, 'Tis the same with me still, If I have but my friend and my glass. The lover may sigh, The courtier may lie, And Croesus his treasure amass; All the joys are but vain That are blended with pain, So I'll stand by my friend and my glass. New life wine inspires. And creates new desires, And oft wins the lover his lass ; Or his courage prepares To disdain the nymph's airs, So I'll stand by my friend and my glass. The earth sucks the rain, The sun draws the main, With the earth we are all in a class; Then ei. liven the clay, Let us live while we may, And 1*11 stand by my friend and my glass. si i * Tis friendship and wine Only life can refine, We care not whate'er comes to pass ; With courtiers or great men, There's none of us statesmen, Come, here's to our friend and our glass. WOMAN'S LOVE. BEATS there a heart which love ne'er assail'd, In the form of a smile or a tear ? Breathes there a soul which wo- man has fail'd Or to charm, or to bless, or to cheer? Oh ! no, there breathes not a soul in the land, Can the love of sweet woman repel ; Whom she loves can never with- stand Those charms that all others excel. Yes! lovely woman's the sun of my soul, Whom to love and protect is my joy; Cupid's power, I know by the last kiss I stole, Tis in vain ye attempt to de- stroy. E'en her hand which she gives with a smile, Alone the sweet mischief oft does; But her lips, which ye hold for a while. For ever unites former foes. MAID OF ATHENS. MAID of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh! give me back my heart, Or since that has left my breast, Keep it now, and take the rest; Hear me vow before I fo, Zoe mou sas agapo. ■ tell, \\ l>.it \u II, ipO. Maid Think t and soul. no! Zoe mon s;i 3 agapo. THE LAST SH1LLI AS pensive one night in mj ret 1 Mv last shilling produced on the tabic ; That adventurer, cried I, n hittorj relate, If to think and to speak it able. Whether fancy or magic 'twas played me the freak, The (ace seemed with life to be filling; And ciied, instantly speaking, or eming to speak, attention to me— thy last ■hilling. the last coin of the lav limb, Who, In cheating', was ne'er known to filter; Till at length brought to justice, the law cheated bin. And he paid me to buy him a halter; A Jack tar, all hit rhino but me at an end, \\ ilh a pleasure so hearty and villi I 1 \\ it li She cha child And at 1 1 bedev « d me. Hut I'l leading the ■ ay, chilli \\ here rakes in their revels, the piper to pay, Ha\. me— their friend and last shilling. Thou thyself hast been tboi —for iHrofligatet bail, But to-morrow all care shall thou bury. When my lit tic h story thou offer- ile. In the interim spend me aud be meir> . 6T, cried I, thou'rt my Ment«>r — my m Ami, gratefui, thy dictates ful- filling, 1*11 board thee in my heart,— thus men couns< Till the lecture comes from the last shilling. LITTLE MARY. PVE got a little farm, and I've got a little how And I've {rot a many pretty I milking cows; I've got a little dog, and I'm a little nag. And I've got a little money in a silken ba j My heart is e, as light as licrht en And I'm called Utile Mary, I'm called little M.-n \ , i*m called little Mary, little Mary i^{ the Dt e. 174 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. No angry passions sway within my peaceful breast, Nor at nurbt does frightful visions e'er disturb my rest, I care not for the scoffs, nor do I mind the frowns, Of the proud and haughty damsels in their satin gowns; Oh no, I feel as blest, aye, as blest can be, For they do but envy little Mary, they do but envy little Mary, They do but envy little Mary, little Mary of the Dee. And yet I freely own that I now and then do feel, A something- in my bosom I can- not reveal ; My heart goes pit a pat, and I feel a pleasing- pain, When 1 catch myself a thinking of a certain swain ; I pray you can you tell me what this pleasing thing can be, That disturbs little Mary, that disturbs little Mary, That disturbs little Mary, little Mary of the Dee. PAST JOYS. AYE ! I have worn a rosy wreath, A wreath of happiness ! Sweet, as the maiden's passion' J breath That aids her look of " yes !" And I have lov'd in ladies' bowers, And throve in fashion's sun, Yet all are gone, like faded flow- ers, To tell my day is done. Aye! I have all the many lov'd, This heart may well be cleft! The many have as fickle prov'd, And left— as I have left. Gone, gone for ever are my joys, In chilly age away! Think, youth ! who now with plea- sure toys, Life is not ever May. THE IRISH HAY-MAKERS. KITTY Flannagan lived in Kil- kenny, Her dad was a chairman, from Cork, Brother Pat was as active as any, At hand Ting a rake, or a fork; They all three bundled in the sky parlour, At old mother Judy Mac Fag's, And her sign was well known to each snarler, The Black Doll, and Bundle of Rags. Now l was summer, and hay- making season Invited both young, and the old, To famed Lunnun, where wealth out of reason, Is found in its streets paved witL gold ; So they pack'd up their tatters next morning, One shirt each, and blue pair of hose, In a 'kerchief without further warning, And scarce time to put on theii cloathes. A few days saw their journey near ended, Next forty miles over 'twould cease, Which their sapient noddles be friended, As, faith, 'twas but twenty a piece ! Tims they toddled along, pleas'd, together, Each smoking a pipe an inch long, Quite regardless what e'er wind or weather, They whistled, or tuned up a song. Safe in Dyot-street, near Seven, dials, What crowds gather'd round them, good lack, The Mac Carthy's, Mac Dermot'9 Mac Rials, And Terrence O'Dennis, ! Whack: ' port i. Ml \M) (Hon 175 me might not be ikeu. they s» rved up • pence n-pound) I, twenty a shilling, French Oli, what mirth! ami what - ion ! iten'd the f ... In pint bumpers they toasted the The Kiii^r, ami the girl each But i ■ • y ami candle ox- liirin They turuM in to snooze for a Me, la s it lumbers their welcome nW— lush'd and she stainmi tii«- t»-v. word* she let tall, low, that she DO- ther'd them all— But ber mother cryM. " W li.it liilil, '* ( i \ >u, hold up uad, child, " 'J i! >' I'm ilxty, I wish I was l ed, child, Ob, I'd rattle at Bally p. I it don u t i moat, Fa- ther Murphy sa re the fii»i>< The knives and forks rattled,spoons ami platters did play, And Lhej elbow'd, and jostled , and wnllop'd away : Humps, chines, and fat sirloins ct id groan, sirs, Whole mountains of beef were cut down, mi*. The? demolished all to the bare bone Attuisweddingof Ballyporcen. There was bacon and preens, but the turkey was spoil'd, Potatoes dress'd both wa>s, both id boil'tl ; i ed herrings, the ihe snipe ; Culcnnnon, pics, dumplings, cods, COW-heeM and tripe ! Then they ate till they could eat no more, sii^i, And the whisky came pouring gran< Such pipii , and \\ as ne'er known at Bail tioreen. Now to Patrick the bridegr. and Oonagh the bride. Let the harp of old Ireland be sounded with pride, And to all the brave guests, young or Old, grey or green, Drunk or lOber, that jigg'd it at Bally poree n. And when Cupid shall lend you his wh< To trip o'er tk ■ conjugal ferry, I wish yon may be half to merry, were at Ballyporeen. POOR SUSAN. THE ik and dreary, That Sutun journey *d o'er; And she was cold and weary, Upon the houseless moor. The wind was bleak and roaring", And she had far to roam ; She felt the torrent pouring. And sigh'd to reach her home. 1 Dear home,' she cried, and kissM her shivering boy, * \\ here ends my labi ur andr begins my joy.' Now to her bosom pressing, Her babe in many a fold ; She heard his cry d is treat She found his limbs grow cold. r her heart was growing! — Despair gave double strength! — She sees the taper glowing, She reach'd the door at length! * Dear home,' she cried, and kitt'd her babe with joy, 1 Here ends my pain, lor here revive* my boy.' ITS POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. THE SPINNING-WHEEL. ONE summer's eve as Nancy fair Sat spinning- in the shade, While soaring 1 skylarks shook the air In warblings o'er her head; In tender cooes the pigeon woo\l ; (Love's impulse all must feel) She sung, but still her work pur- su'd, And turn'd her spinning-wheel. * While thus I work, with rock and reel, So life by time is spun; And as runs round my spinning- wheel, The world runs up and down : Some rich to-day, to-morrow low, While I no changes feel, But get my bread by sweet of brow, And turn my spinning-wheel. • From me let men and women too This home-spun lesson learn: Not mind what other people do, But eat the bread they earn. If none were fed (were that to be) But what deserv'd a meal, Some ladies then as well as me, Might turn the spinning-wheel.' WHAT IS WOMAN LIKE ? A WOMAN is like to— but stay, What is a woman like, who can say? There's no living with, or without one ; Love stings like a fly, Now an ear, now an eye, Buz, buz, always a buzzing about one ; When she is lender and kind, She is like to my mind, (And Fanny was so I remember.) She is like to— O dear ! She's as good, very near, JiS a ripe melting peach in Sep- tember. If she laugh, and she chat, Play and joke, and all that, 2 And with smiles and g< od humour she meet me, She is like a rich dish, Of ven'sou or fish, That cries from the table, " Come eat me :" But she'll plague you, and vejc you ; Distract and perplex you ; False-hearted and ranging', Unsettled and changing — What then do you think sue is like 2 Like a sand, like a rock, Like a wheel, like a clock, Like a clock that is always r*t strike; Her head's like the island, folks tell one, Which nothing but monkies can dwell on ; Her heart's like a lemon, so nice, She carves for each lover a slice ; In short, she's to me, Like the wind, like the sea, Whose raging will hearken to no man. Like a mill— Like a pill, Like a flail — Like a whale, Like an ass — Like a glass, Whose image is constant to no man : Like a flower— Like a shower, Like a lly— Like a pie, Like a witch — Like the itch, Like a thief — Like— in brief, She's like nothing on earth but a woman. AT THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT- AT the dead of the night, when by whisky inspir'd, And pretty Katty Flannigan my bosom had fir'd, I tapped at her window, when thus she began, " Oh ! what the devil are you at ? begone you naughty man." I gave Iter a look, as sly as a thief* Or when hungry I'd view a fine surloin of beef; •.ays I, by Hi. v\l from Hil- ly, that, r heart, 10 Uriun'd a THE 'AID. WW litlevi I . .ilflf s A wild ami iiil. i youthful bloom my boaom ! I'd, And Hebe's tints my cheek* ex- I'd, lythe with nought dis- maid. Mis-fid hours, soft tranquil ! you C< as*d t<> form young Jan M, maid. Bland I »g lip, \\ hil ■ OUld ilpi . tteav'd in languid pain, hopes ami feari hc- .1 • And Hymen crowns my virtuous ! 9 179 , I'll TO A B HI THE \ m the main, A comj - v seat. To find at last c . In hopes, w hen toil and dan To anchor on his native short When wind- Mow hard, and inoua tains roll, And thunders shake from pole to pole ; Tho* dreadful waves surrounding- ! '.-a in. Still llatt 'ring- fancy wafts hi in hOBM Tn hopes when toil and danger's To anchor o\\ his native shore. WhOfl round the bowl the jovial trow Tho early M new. Tho' each hi-, fav'rile lair will This is the univt t May we, when toil and danger's o'er, Cast anchor on our native sh »| •TWA8 you I TRIO. 'TWAS you sir, 'twas \>u sir, I tell y-'ti nothin ;■; you that I pretty uirl, . llr, y u ; 1 I is li i.e, sir, 'tis it .it-. You l< bine, sir, I'm sure yon kis,\i tho prettj (>, sir. n Hon 1 did not kisi « ho. ISO POk'CLAIL AND CHOICE SONGS. LUCY AND WILLIAM. AT the front of a cottage, with woodbine grown o'er, Fair Lucy sat turning her wheel. Unconscious that William was just at the door, And heard her true love thus reveal; And the bells rung, as she sang, Ding dong dell, ding dong dell. Oh, it were well, if they rung for dear William and ine. The wheel went not faster, than William's heart beat. For Lucy to him was most dear; As he view'd the fair maid, ah ! sure it was sweet, Her voice sounding lovely to hear; And the bells rang, &c. Now Lucy look'd up, and fond William espy'd ; Ah! what was poor Lucy's sur- prize ; She blush'd as he woo'd her, and call'd her his bride, And answer'd him only with sighs : And the bells rang, &c. ELLEN OF WINDEMERE. IN Windemere Vale a rose there once flourish'd, . Remote from the world, its frowns, ami its wiles; By Nature's soft hand fair Ellen was nourish'd, And happy that swain, who was bless'd with her smiles : But ah ! what dkl beauty, or virtue avail, To Ellen, sweet Ellen of Winde- mere Vale. Sweet peace and contentment en circl'd the maid ; Her passions were pure, and her mind was at rest, By parents ador'd, and by swains homage ]>;»id ; More than Ellen of Windemere, sure, none was bless'd ; But ah! what did beauty, &c A villain at length did poor Ellen assail, He whisper'd soft tales in the ear of this maid ; And she, who once fiourish'd in \\ indemere Vale, By foul villainy fell, asham'd and dismay'd. T en why envy beauty, what can beauty avail, That ruin'd poor Ellen of Winde- mere Vale. But ah ! what did beauty, &c. 'TWAS NEAR A ROCK WITHIN A BAY. 'TWAS near a rock within a bav A\ here many a shatter'd vessel rides, An ample cottage shelter'd lay, Which overlook'd the ebbing tides. Its calm inhabitants would view The ocean struggling with the sky, Whene'er the northern tempest blew, Or when each wave ran nioun tains high. Once, at the < losing of the day, When angry Boreas, in his rase, Had clear'd the darkening clouds away That caus'd a thund'ring war to wage— A shipwreck'd sea-boy pale and spent With buffeting the threatening waves, Straight to the peaceful cottage went, And, bending low, for succour craves. I 1 id the children should frit l.is ■ \\ hile pity causM each he* can was fillM, the iri and ilry Uieir drenched ich brought something to his aid, And anxiously the h I'd his mind, And shewM his gratitude so plain, thunder and the wind, •Olv'd to try the sea again. A PLAGUE OF THOSE MUSTY OLD LUBBEIIS. A PLAGUE of those musty old lub'> Who tell us to fast and t ) toink, And wilh | atience tal in with M ilh nothing hut wr.:er to drink : I stuff, had they f them with pleas And. - rules ...dr. I hat e all of 'em iwigg'd it, And ifOTO there was nothing like grog:. from .1 with abund.i ith, v I, daddy heal Hi ; Ami ^rerngcg; An I I And swore th, thing like | I 'other dav as the chaplain was preaching, Behind him I curiously slunk, And while he our duty »;is t- log, As how we should never get drunk ; [ ihew*d him the stuff, and he M it, And a soon set hio reverence And he swigged, and Nick iffgM, And Ben swigg'd, and Dick And I ■wirg'd, and all of us swi-^;' And iwore there was nothing like grog. Then trust me, there's nothing like drinking, So pleanant on this side the grave ; It keeps the unhappy from think- ing. And makes e'en more valiant the bt\i\ i ; As for me, from the moment I twig-g'd it. The good stuff h is s > set me ' al '}'> \\ ind fbuly ur fairly, Ht m i -it . u»er, .» r, I'\ c conatantl) ^u ig ■ •«! U dam'me, there's nothing like THE GALE OF LOTS. the f Mm- deep, Dri\« l R 182 POPULAR. AND CHOICE SONGS. So tost, and shaken is my troubled mind, When forc'd to leave my dearer self behind : No time, nor place, my passion can control, Or lull the gale of love that bears away my soul. €ould I but gaze on her love- beaming- eyes ! Hear the soft murmur of her heav- ing sighs' Mow sweet her converse, and how sweet her smile ! That can each thought of care and grief beguile ' Her voice alone my passion can control, And lull the gale of love that bears away my soul. THE WANDERING BOY. "WHEN the winter wind whistles along the Avild moor, And the cottager shuts on the beggar bis door; When the chilling tear stands in my comfortless eye, <©h! how hard is the lot of the wandering boy. The winter is cold, and I have no vest, And my heart it is cold as it beats in my breast; No father! no mother! no kindred have I— ;For I am a parentless, wandering boy. Yet I had a home, and I once had a sire, A mother who granted each infant desire; Our cottage it stood in a wood- embower' d vale, Where the ring-dove would war- ble its sorrowful tale. Rut my father and m »ther were summou'd away, Ana they left me to hard-hearted •strangers a prey j I fled from their rigour, with many a sigh, And now, I'm a poor little wan- dering boy. The wind it is keen, and the snotr loads the gale. And no one will list to my inno- cent tale; I'll go to the grave where my pa- rents both lie, And death shall befriend the poor wandering boy. MY LOVELY MARY. SAD norrow's cloud has pass'd away, And hope stands forth in bright array, With prospect light and airy: With her I love, I blest shall be, The child of sweet simplicity, My lovely, lovely Mary ! The flaunting woodbine far lesc gay, Less fair the blossoms of the May, | Than my dear little fairy ; And then her heart is fix'd on me Meek child of sweet simplicity, My lovely, lovely Mary! My home Elysium now will prove The bless'd abode of peace and love, Of idle pleasures w r ary : What bliss to pass my life with thee, Meek child of sweet simplicity, My lovely, lovely Mary ! FAREWELL, MY NATIVE LAND. FAREWELL, farewell, my native land, By fate compell'd to roam, I soon must tread a foreign strand And seek a distant home- But be the future sad or gay. These parting tears may tell How much it wrings my heart to say, My native land, farewell! POiM I. IK AND 1 lion 1*2 I l'.iivw«ll, ye friendly Ms ■miles again But j l b< i « \m I i «y, \k the spell ul, though doomM rieads, farewell ! I II. unhappy maid, \\ bote charms, whose worth I rut ; Oh, why were our fond heart* be- ta blindly true. reli,mylov< away, i it li thee dwi'll ; heart thai breaki to Unhappy maid, farewell ! THE MAID OF SN0WD1 LLEWELLYN with his Patience dear, Was join'd in wedlock's band; When ear's alarms assail hi foe in\ Btlet the land. He march'd along 1 the valiant tin All proud of heart was he; mailing cried, my lovely bride, I'll soon return Is thee Oh, Koia! Oh. oh. Kora dear, I'll soon return to thee. bean the drum— the victors Your laurels now prepare; She views their inarch with eager Her loTer is not there ! Hi-, knapsack blue, shot thro' and thro'. They laid down on her kn And sighing, cried, ah! luckless la i He'll ne'er return to thee! I, Ac. -.t her Sh. ir away; And n :-, »bt An. I « il.il> My tv .My l.-ve. mj li . My joy, my pride, behold thy bii. Ah, sweet, return to DM ! Ah, dear, return WHILE THE L,. ihepherd of 164 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Thus happy, never jealous, Denr idol of my heart, Can any harm assail us, My life, my only love! Feel how my heart is beating-, My rural queen of love, My pulse of life retreating-, Our bliss shall constant prove. Thus love's sweet poison drinking, Dear idol of my heart, While on thy bosom sinking, My life, my only love. CUPID HAS PLENTY OF DARTS. YOUNG Cupid has plenty of darts, Young Cupid has got a strong bow, With which he wounds gentle- men's hearts, And his arrows fly swiftly— oh ! oh! Once wounded, the wretched young swain, No pleasure, no comfort, can know; Tersist — he redoubles the pain, While the arrows fly swiftly — oh! oh! Your mistrC"". and patience, no doubt, Are thfe orffy two cures that I know ; Be angry, and pull the shaft out, You'll die, my dear lover — oh ! oh! GROG, THE LIQUOR OF LIFE. YE jolly true blues of the main, Well skilled in heaving the log, Attend to a sailor's rough strain, Who sings of his favorite, grog. For grog is the liquor of life, The delight of each true British tar ; It banishes sorrow and strife, And it softens the hardships of war Each Saturday night that revolves My messmate l>e gives me a jog; To the wife or the sweetheart he loves, He takes off a can of good grog For grog, &c. No danger our hearts can dismay No terror we feel from a flog; For what is a dozen a day, To a double allowance of grog. For grog, &c. When war is declar'd, we'll ad- vance, May the flincher be hang'd like a dog ; Who yields to proud Spain, or vain France, Is a stranger to freedom and grog. For grog, Ac. DEAR ARE THE BEAUTIES OF THE MIND. MATCHLESS is the girl I love, And graceful is her shape and air; No flow'r that wantons in the ' grove, li- half so fragrant, or so fair. But, ah ! these charms will soon decay, As fades the flow'r by wintry ] wind ; Nor could they make his heart a prey Without the beauties of the mind. The rosy cheek, the sparkling eye, The ruby lip, or dimpl'd smile, May force from youth the 'votive sigh, But ne'er shall bind me in theii i toil. 'Tis from the soul— the heart j alone — Tliat pleasure truly we can find ; For when the transient charm is gone, Dear are the beauties of the mind. i |.\K AM) ( HOK 18* THE FORI . But t tloo lif'.l pill vi,.,n xme, h. .. \ me, Jenny, Um liter. d for lint Mire the in I - cm Vol- thv «i' have tifl'd when I : ber, I'll I've ight lier, A ml the makm^-up kiss will be awe« Wit li Jenny, the forester's daughter. Jenny has poms, half a d Anil mine are the sheep in the val: And though not so rich as her cousin. She's sweeter in temper than And BOOn, very soon, we shall mm i Tbo' many more wealthy have t her, And then he may whistle, poor Harrj I For Jenny, the foresters daugh- ter. PATRICK OSTEltX. WHEN the rude yell of war had ceas'd its loud tliun • And peace on the land cast its sweet ainiling i Then Britain, of nations the enry and At sea held its power, Nonunion and twa \ ; 9 i -now du. II. id boarded i >ney p i \ , and bii booty— Himself and bit i ealgN t.< in The 1 m ii • dm ella u iiliin ; Their bouri paaa*d in joj — with delight, and \\ m Pa 11. u ■ it . Kate, i tin rine with liiin. But war soon broke out, the press- gang aaaail'd bim ; Hi-, griefs all pre% nil'd, hk ■ bad failM bias ; of his wife or hl» children avail'd him, He n^aa torn from the anna of .tlierine O'Gray. You in peace that now hear this* sad true relation, And pity with me the poor aa ; .- lor*- u ar, that uphold \our treat nation. Preserving your kins:, your church, and >our ita Drop ■ I ati.erinc, dejected, forlorn, \\ hose heart like the bil! tempest 1 as torn, O'er her U anguish to mourn, Whilat her Patrick in tears wai torn from his hale. But view tip ' —the war* now nre ended. And Patrick arrives rich in wealth and in fame ; atheriae dejected, poor, and unfriended, He finds pet in health and hi virtne the i His boya by the parish maintai hold and In Now clasp'd in I make -hid the blythe party ; R J 186 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. No words can their joy, their bliss here impart t'ye ! Then blest be of Providence the power and the same. THE BUCKET OF WATER. *T1S a mighty fine thing-, to be sure il is now, When without ere a bull or a blunder, I vow, We can sing a new song on a crafty old cow, That was calTd Tibby Crocket, Who pick'd a mail's pocket, I don't mean of purse, watch, or trinket, nr locket, But of such a droll thing as a bucket of water. This ragged old runt carried wa- ter about, And she got paid before-hand by Master Ridout, For to fetch him a bucket-full from the next spout, And so Tibby Crocket, That way pick'd his pocket, I don't mean of purse, watch, or trinket, or locket, But the cash that she bon'd for a bucket of water. For he waited with patience till twelve for his tea, And he then went to breakfast without his bohea, While the price of the water she soon wash'd away ; So you see Tibby Crocket, Thus pick'd the man's pocket, I don't mean of purse, watch, or trinket, or locket, But of such a droll thing as a bucket of water. But when old Justice Trudge- bucket once gripes you fast, As she's watching your waters, I plainly forecast, At the gallows you'll sure kick the bucket at last; And you'll then, Tibby Crocket, No more pick a pocket, 2 I don't mean of purse, watch, or trinket, or locket, But the thing that I mean is a bucket of water. And for you, Master Ridout, since that is your name, When you ride out or walk out beside a clear stream, Never make ducks or drakes of your cash, and that same, Since you know Tibby Crocket One day pick'd your pocket, I don't mean of purse, watch, or trinket, or locket, But of such a droll thing as a bucket of water. HARK FORWARD. A TRUE sportsman am I, for the game once in view, With unrestrain'd ardour the chace 1 pursue; Dash fearless along, in despite of control, Break down every barrier ; game ! game ! to the soul ! Nor give my mark'd victim one moment's replevy, With to her, hark forward, boyji yoicks ! and tantivy! A fig for the man, who embark'd in the chace, To fear or impediment ever gives place ; A true sportsman, resolv'd, dashes thro' thick and thin, He may be at fault, but he never gives in ; Nor allows the game started one moment's replevy, With to her, &c. THE LAND IN THE OCEAN. IN the midst of the sea, like a tough man of war, Pull away, pull away, yo ho! there, LAK AND < Huh Stands ni> passing all It yo«l il.uiht it you have only to ■ is hmlt upon 1 (loin*-, firm I notion ; All the world I defy to produce such a place, Pull away, pull away, pull away, pull 1 As the snug bit of land in the Oil From the opposl puffVl with iuIc, Pull awav, pall away s > ck'or. They've oft BWON r\- bow they would come alOB| And destroy the poor island for . But Britannia is made of such du- rable stuff. And so tightly she's rigg'd, I've a notion, She'd soon give the saury in- vaders enoegt), Pull away, pull away, pull away, pull I say, If they touch at the land in the ocean. There was Howe, ever bold in the glorious cause, Pull away, pull away, so stout, boys. Who gain'd on the first day of Juno such applause, And M.iunseer he put to the rout b..\>, ; The next was St. Vincent, who kick'd up a ilu>t, As the Spaniards can tell, I've a notion ; For they swore not to strike, m J I he damme, but you must, Pull a way, pull away, pull away, pull I To the lads of the land in the occ Adam Duncan came next, 'twas in Autumn you know. Pull away, pull away, so jolly, 4 Anil they Milt, I Hut ■ lad tion ; So Duncan he hi at a ■ I tor at oa Pull away, pull away, pull i pull I What d'ye think of the land I am ? Now the Frenchmen I come in tor their ska I Pull away, pull away, so heart v, I felsoa ami set all the in a Mare, And land-l'ck'd e'en the , Bonaparte ; And we'd beat them again, should their stomachs incline, Hut they're all pretty sick, I've a notion, Then may Victory*! sword to the Olive resign, Pull away, pull away, pull ;. pull I And Peace crown the land in the ocean. IF HE WILL TAKE THE HINT YOUNG Roger is a bonny lad, None blyther I can see; Sae trim he wears nil tartan plaid Bae Kind he blinks al me. As kind I blink at him again, M> rallies I diana stint, Yet still he pies my bosom pain, He winna take the hint. He tither day a posie bought, The rote and lily too — An emblem. I must own, I tin W<>u\l tell him what t ( curtsied low, and imiPd again, M > tmiles l never stint, Yet still h<- He canua take the hint. 188 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Ye sonsy lasses o' the town, Advise me, if you can, That I may a* my wishes crown, Upon a modest plan; I'll do my best to gain his love, My dress shall be In print, And I will ever constant prove, If he will take the hint. THE NIGHT BEFORE LARRY WAS STRETCH'D. THE night before Larry was fttretck'd The boys they all paid him a visit. And a bit in their sacks too they fetch'd, They sweated their duds till they riz it: For Larry was always the lad, When a friend was condemn'd to the squeezer, *But he'd fence all the togs that he had, To help a poor friend to the sneezer, And moisten his gab 'fore he died. I'm sorry now, Larry, says T, To see you in this situation; 'Pon my conscience, my lad, I don't lie, I'd rather it had been my own station. Och hone ! 'tis all over, says he, For the neckcloth I'm forc'd to put on ; And by this time to-morrow you'll see, Y'our Larry will be dead as mutton, Bekays, why, my dear, my cou- rage was good. The boys they came crowding in fast, They drew all their stools round about him : Six glims round his trap case were plac'd, He couldn't be well wak'd with- out them I ax'd if he was fit for to die, Without having duly repented? Says Larry, that's all in my eye, It's only what gownsmen in- vented, To get a fat bit for themselves. The cards being call'd for, they play'd, 'Till Larry found one of them cheated ; He made a smart stroke at hi3 head, (The boy being easily heated,) Oh ! by the holy, you teef, I'll scuttle your nob with my daddle : You cheat me because I'm in grief. But soon I'll demolish your nod- dle, And leave you your claret to drink. Then in came the priest with his book. He spoke him so smooth and so civil ; Larry tipp'd him a Kilmainham look, And pitchM his big wig to the devil. Then stooping a little his head, To gel a sweet drop of the bot- tle, And pitiful sighing, he said, Oh ! the hemp will be soon round my throttle, And choke my poor windpipe to death. So moving these last words he spoke, We all vented our tears in a shower ; For my part I thought my heart broke, To see him cut down like a flower, On his travels we watch'd him next day ; Ob, the hangman, I thought I could kill him; IMI'l I. Alt AM) ( HOK . !.c (.line lu Tl" i . lii*» colour turitM t he came 10 Hie nubbling He was ttttk'd up so. neat and The nimbler jogg'd off from bU And he died with his i\\cc to the He kicVd too— but that was all pride, •jo "tuas all . ntied, And at darkee are ajajk'd 'um in cio\ er, Atid seat him to take swr GUARDIAN ANGELS, NOW PROTECT ME. GUARDIAN angels, now protect 1IU', Send me to the swain I love; Cupid, with thy bow direct me; Help m«, all ye pow"r> all Bear him my si-hs, ye gentle bree. Tell him I love and I despair; Tell him, for him I grieve; For him i love: may the shepherd be sincere! Thro' the shady groves I'll wan- der, Silent as the bird of night, {fear the brink of yoim First Lemnder bleaa'd my - Witness. >e groves and fkl w.r Echoes, repeat the vows be swore, Can he fi r-et me ? \\ ill he forget me? Shall 1 never see him m i I I An.l esteem the 1 dwelling, -Nt '« i i paraajaj ; I 1 i k and phil »in« I Ouly shall hear lite tell, \\ hat makes DM bl adieu. NIGHT HAD SPREAD. NIGHT had spread her be \\ IMS, All but the watch were fist a-leep; \\ hen ri- ht a-!:ead a Teasel I 1* K • u the sidly deep. The Quaiter-maater teuda the ■ heel, And sings, as %m the chase ve Steady port— a little steady. All hands are call'd, no seamen reata, W hile the boatswain hoarsely cries, Up all hammocks, down all cu W hile each man to his si Hies. The quarter-master, &c A few broadsides decide the fl Her colours struck bespeak may ; The prize is ours, the helm we right, And now lor England bear away. The quarter-master. And now with love's sweet hope impi Bill throws the lead, with skilful hand ; He lads the aonndiaga in his bi east, His Sally and his native land. The quarter-m.i>.w i . 190 POPULAR AND CHOICE. SONGS. GREYBEARD PEDANTS. GREYBEARD pedants sagely tell us, Youth should ask advice of age; And, if frolic blood impel us, Counsel first the moral page. Say, grave babblers ! can ye quiet Nature's throbs by form or rule ? Or, when passions madly riot, Bid the fever'd pulse be cool ? No, ye cannot—Love's light pinion Flutters o'er your toils in scorn, Reason vainly claims dominion, Reason knelt when Love was born. Springs first blossoms crown the god, Early sunbeams light his way, Hearts, by millions, wait his nod. Clasp his chains and bless his sway ! THE STORM. CEASE, rude Boreas, blusl'ring railer ! List, ye landsmen, all to me! Messmates, hear a brother sailor Sing the dangers of the sea ; From bounding billows, first in motion, When the distant whirlwinds rise, To the tempest-troubled ocean, Where the seas contend with skies! Hark ! the boatswain hoarsely bawling, * By topsail sheets, and haul- yards stand ! Down top-gallants quick be haul- ing, Down your stay-sails, hand, boys, hand ! Now it freshens, set the braces, The top-sail sheets now let go; LufF, boys, lufF! don't make wry faces, YJp your topsails nimbly clew.' ■2 Now all you on down beds sporting Fondly lock'd in beauty *s arms; Freslienjoymenls,wanlon courting, Safe from all but. love's alarms; Round us roars the tempest louder; Think what fears our minds en- thrall ; Harder yet, it yet blows harder, Now again the boatswain calls! * The topsail-yards point to the wind, boys, See all clear to reef each course ; Let the fore-sheet go, don't mind, boys, Tho' the weather should be worse. Fore and aft the sprit-sail yard get, Reef the mizen, see all clear, Hands up, each preventure brace set, Man the fore-yard, cheer, lads, cheer!" Now the dreadful thunder's roar- ing, Peal on peal contending clash,' On our heads fierce rain falls pouring, In our eyes blue lightnings flash. One wide water all around us, All above us one black sky, Different deaths at once surround us, Hark ! what means that dread- ful cry ! 4 The foremast's gone,' cries every tongue out, ' O'er the lee, twelve feet 'bove deck; A leak beneath the chest-tree's sprung out, Call all hands to clear the wreck. Quick the lanyards cut to pieces; Come, my hearts, be stout and bold ; Plumb the well — the leak in- creases, Four feet water in the hold.' While o'er the ship wild waves are beating, We for wives or children mourn : Alas ! from hence there's no re- treating, I'oi'l LAR AM) CHOICES SONGS. 191 \ no return. us : i apt arc eh -akM w.— I e U-. now. Ii tho laud, . ' the gun- nl be thrown ; To the pump, come « v'ry hand, • ! our mizen-m U The Leak I can't pour >\ ■ ,\l her a fo I 'p. a i i i;ist. i boys, Now we're thinking, Since kind heav'n has sav'd our Come, lite can, Inns! let's be drinking To our sweethearts and our wiv Till it up, about ship wheel it, our lips a brimmer Where's the tempest now, who ••—the danger's drown'd in (HIDE ME, CHIDE ME. CHIDF. me, chide me, dear Ma- ' your will ; lamb Pll sutler, Heck, a:ul inul g still. ting Fondly still they'd look their last. 2 Ah! I ''>i»K"t MAGGIE LAUDKR. WV bonnj A piper met ber gann la And spier'd what was't the] her; icornfully she answerM him, • liallanshaker ; te, jnu bladder- skate, My name is Maggie Lauder. '.quoth he, and by my I I'm tidging fain to see thee; WW by me, my bonny bird, In troth I wiuua steer thee; For I'm a piper to my i r name is Rob the Ran The lassos loup as they were daft. When I Maw up my chan < 1'iper, quoth Meg, hae you your Or is ; our drone in order ? If you bo Rob, I've hoard of you, Live you duo 1 the border! The lassos a\ baith far and near, hoard of Rob the Ran ike my toot wi' i will, Gif you'll biaw up your chanter, Then to his b it. \\ eel •ion.-, quoth he— play up, b the Haul • play, In* \\ hen I li .cer. 102 fOrULAR AM) CHOICE SONGS. Weel hae you play'd your part, quoth Meg*, Your cheeks arelike the crimson; There's uaue in Scotland plays sae weel, Since we lost Habby Simson. I've liv'd in Fife, baith maid and wife, These ten years and a quarter ; Gin yon should come to Anster Fair, Spier ye for Maggie Lauder. POOR JACK. GO palter to lubbers and swabs, d'ye see, ■Bout danger and fear and the like ; A tight water-boat, and good sea- room give ine, And it isn't to a little I'll strike ; Tho' the tempest top-gallant mast smack smooth should smite, And shiver each splinter of wood — Clear ;he wreck, stow the yards. and bowse every thing tight. And under reef'd foresail we'll scud : Avast! nor don't think me a milk- sop so soft, To be taken for trifles a-back, For they say there's a Providence sits up aloft, To keep watch for— the life of poor Jack. Why., I heard the good chaplain palaver one day, About souls— heaven— mercy — and such ; And, my timbers ! what lingo he'd coil and belay ; Why , he talk'd all as one as high Dutch, But he said, how a sparrow can't founder, d'ye see, Without orders that come down below ; And many fine things that prov'd clearly to me, Thai Providence takes us in tow. i For, says he, *' d'ye mind me, let storms e'er so oft Take the toplifts of sailors a back, There's a sweet liille cherub sits perch'd up aloft, To keep watch for— the life of poor Jack."' I said to our Poll— (for you see she would cry) When last we weiglfd anchor for sea, " What argufies sniv'ling and pip ing your eye ? Why, what a damu'd fool you must be ! Can't you see the world's wide, and there's room for us all, Both for seamen and lubbers a shore, And if to old Davy I should go my dear Poll, Why, you never will hear of me more ! What then — all's a hazard — come, don't be so soft — Perhaps I may, laughing, come back ; For, d'ye see, there's a cherub sits smiling aloft, To keep watch for— the life of poor Jack." D'ye mind me, a sailor should be, every inch, All as one as a piece of the ship And with her brave the world, without oflfring to flinch. From the moment the anchor's a-trip. As to me, in all weathers, all times, sides and ends, Nought's a trouble from duty that springs ; My heart is my Poll's, and mj rhino my friend's, And as for mylife — 'tis the king's' Ev'n when my time comes, ne'er believe me so soft As with grief to be taken a-back That same little cherub that siti up aloft Will look out a good birth for poor Jack. POPULAR AND CH0I4 193 l LORBLLA. FLORBLLiA, IfSt in charms ami In whose enchanting sneaking All the bright soul's perfection! An. i lies : O ! can y. u, thus divinely lair, Suppose >our Damon insincere? T<> all Hie circlet of the fair, tC6 the court, the vale, the | > 1 a y . ibtiag nymph re- pair, And log form ar.i Ami If the meet her equal I lade her Damon insiucei Or, if my fair should chance to it art for beauty's use de- The bright, unsully'd, faithful It an emblem of her mind ; Let her behold her Image there, And own I can't be insincere. Let her survey the rosy bloom rail the lovely face contest. And let her sparkling eyes assume The charms that rob my soul of And then, to blest in y ravish'd ear, Confess 1 can't be insincere. rale'i complaint, . As I must on i lit loved as thou art ! Oh, lift me from the grast, 1 die I 1 faint ! I Let thy love in kis-«s rain On my lip* ami eyelidl My cheek fa cold and white, alat My heart beats loud and mst| O ! press me to thine • \\ here it will break at I ARISE FROM DREAMS. I ARISK from dreams of thee In the fii night ; When the winds are breathing And the start are burning bright. i from dreamt of thee, And a tpiril in mv fi I i led me, who knows bOS To ti> chamber window, * The tint nam, The i ' "I i in a dream. THE ORPHAN'S FRIEND. FENC'l) round by brake, and lawn, and MtKVL The c v father stood; A decent plenty once bis share, And I was born a prosp'rous heir. But ruthleti war soon marr'd our lot, In ruin lies that native crl ; lire too,— where shall sorrow end ? All! who will prove his orphan's friend ? Now reft of father, fortune, home, An outcast thro' the world I roanv On strangers 1 bounty doom'd to live, And beff those alms I once could give. On suppliant knees, each closing day, With prayers I strive my debt to And still implore just heav'u to .send A bleating on lb : orphan's friend! o Barer, hli TRIO. O H \PPY, happy, bappy, happy Your . |, and your ton. tit* : in lark to shep ■ hen haw 194 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. THE KNIGHT OF THE CROSS. A KNIGHT of the Cross from the holy war came, A Lady so fair fur to wed, His courage undaunted his valour proclaimed, For in battle he never knew dread. The harp it went tang, The cymbals they clang*, And trumpets aloud rent the air, And sounds from afar, 'Mid the horror of war, Cried the Knight of the Cross, be- ware ! The lady believing- his vows were sincere, Gave her hand to this warrior so ooid, But alas, when possest of him she lov'd dear, His disguise they began to un- fold. The harp it Avent tang, The cymbals they clang. And trumpets aloud rent the air, And sound* from afar 'Mid the horror of war, Cried the Knight of the Cross, be- ware ! A pledge of affection she gave to her lord, The infant and her disappear'd, And never was heard of at home or abroad ; For the Knight left the castle in fear. The harp it went tang, The cymbals they clang, And trumpets aloud rent the air, And sounds from afar, 'Mid the horror of war, Cried, the Knight of the Cross be- ware ! BILLY TAYLOR. BILLY Taylor was a gay young fellow, Full of mirth and full of glee, And his heart he did diskiver To a lady fair and free. 2 Four-and-twenty stout young fel lows. Clad they were in blue array. Came and press'd poor Billy Tay lor, And forthwith sent him to sea. Soon his true love followed arter, Under the name of Richard Cnrr, And her lily white hands she daub'd all over With the nasty pitch and tar. When they came to the first en- gagement. Bold she fit amongst the rest, Until a cannon-ball did cut her jacket open, And diskiver'd her lily white breast. When the captain coin'd for to hear on't, Says he, ' Vat vind has blown you here V Says she, ■ I come for to seek for my true love, Whom you press'd, and I love so dear.' 1 If you come for to seek for your true love, Tell unto me his name, I pray.' ' His name, kind sir, is Billy Tay- lor, Whom you press'd and sent to sea.' * If his name is Billy Taylor, He's both cruel and severe. For rise up early in the morning, And you'll see him with a lady fair.' With that she ros'd up in the morning, Early as by break of day: And she met her Billy Taylor, Walking' with a lady gay. Forthwith she call'd for sword and pistol, Which did come at her com- mand, Aih' she I'll haste across the lea, my love. W ben with the dew the Bowers wet, n. then I'll come to thee, my love! And as the lime on halcyon wings, Flint swift away, well sweetlj And deem that every moment brii More near, the happy hours of joy- Not till the orient east tell* day Is near, when thee and me. my love Must part, and I must haste away, I'll bid adieu to thee, my love! SLACK AND WHITE. I AM the world's epitome, Look round it and then say, Nature and man may sit to me, Their likeness to pourtray. As nature In her moiley round, lifts from day to night. So fickle man is varying found. Still changing wrong and right. The application's prompt and ripe, I of all nature am the type, uicl, I l><- found, From right to left, and left to right, Look how you will, To vary still. From white to black, from black to white. 'J Do bnl i ! nee, \\ 1 1 An. I | | His ft) And it he The burthen « f his song PS « hat he And proi I The application^ prompt and i i of thai lawyer am the type ; For turn me round, Ac. Behold yon lordly statesman frown, At mention of a bribe, as if disgrace it had brought down On htm and all Ins ti i n behind, he*II instant seize I p. n the veil iil'd s.-uk, ui. i the strength of Hercules Have pow'r to get it back. The application's prompt and ripe, I of that Statesman am tic type; For turn me round, &c. When basking in prosperity, Each friend to serve you burns, And boasting his sincerity. The smiling white side turns; lint let uncertain fortune frown, And take her blessings back Instant the friendly white is down, And ev'rv man looks black. The application's prompt and ripe, of all nature am the type: For turn me round, &c. THE PILOT. WHEN lightnings pierce the pitchy sky. And o'er the ocean's bosom fly. While roaring wa\ es < 'whelm. The hardy Pilot tnkes the helm; He pel Or perish in the briny wave. Tlio* sip-nals of distress he hears, And to the foundering vessel steers, 196 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. He loudly bails th* exhausted crew, Who cheer'd by him their toils renew, And bless the Pilot come to save, Or perish in the briny wave. They work the pumps with double force, He calmly points the helmsman's course, His steady orders all obey, And now the vessel on her way, Pursues the Pilot bent to save, Or perish in the briny wave. With anxious care her course they keep, She struggling rides the angry deep, In smoother water soon she sails, The crew huzza, then warmly hail, The hardy Pilot bent to save, Or perish in the briny wave. THE RECONCILING KISS. WHY that sadness on thy brow ? Why that starting crystal tear I Dearest Phillis, let me know, For thy grief I cannot bear. Phillis, with a sigh, replied, What need I the cause impart ? Did you not this moment chide ? And you know it breaks my heart. Colin, melting as she spoke, Caught the fair one in his arms ; t>, my dear, that tender look, Ev'ry passion quite disarms ; By this dear relenting kiss, I'd no anger in my thought; Come, my love, by this and this, Let our quarrel be forgot. As when sudden stormy rain. Every drooping flow'ret spoils, When the sun shines out again, AH the face of rsature smiles. Phillis, so reviv'd and cheer'd, By her Colin's kind embrace, Her declining head uprear'd, Sweetly smiling in his face. IT IS NOT FOR THINE EYE OK BLUE. IT is not for thine eye of blue, Nor for thy dark and glossy hair, Nor for thy cheek of rosy hue, Nor for thy lovely bosom fair That I do love thee ; for to me, There are far brighter charms in thee! But it is for thy gentle m'md, Thy placid and expansive brow, Imagination, mild and kind, Which burns with clear, and fervid glow, That I do iove thee; and I see, A thousand matchless charms in thee ! SEQUEL TO POLL OF PLYMOUTH. WHEN Edward first heard Poll of Plymouth was dead, The functions of life made u. pause, His piteous eyes stood aghast in his head, His shipmates enquired the cause. Reviving awhile, he address'd them around, His hand closely press'd on his heart, Within this sad letter at once I have found, The spectre of death and his dart. It tells that my dear Poll of Ply- mouth is dead, My comfort, my joy, and my wife, When I was torn from her, she flew to her bed, And sighing, resign'd her dear life. He fancy'd he saw his dear Pol. in the clouds ; Ah, stay for poor Edward ! ho cries, POPUIiAR AND CHOICK SONGS. 107 Then, swift as his fancy, he ran up the shrouds. An*' lh*d in his He callM for all ha nils, aiul he 6 a loud shriek. And now all distracted he raves; Saul, do yon not see that my heart** sprung a leak, Then threw himself into the waves. All hands were employed to pre- vent his sad fate, And the long-boat was put out in vain. They dragg'd him aboard, but, alas ! 'twas loo late, For he never once breathed ag-ain. WHAT IS IT TO LOVE. STRANGER, didst thou ever prove, Ever what it is to love! Stranger, didst thou ever feel, What thou tremblest to reveal? I have prov'd, and I have felt, W hat a heart of stone would melt. Stranger, didst thou ever sigh. Knowing not the reason why ? Didst thou blush, if one lov'd name, L'er In conversation came ? Stranger, ne'er my cause deride, Though, I own, I've blush'd and sigh'd. If his eye thine eye has met, Blushes did it not beget? If his praises reach' d thine ear, Seem'd there not enchantment near? Him I've met, his praise I've prov'd, W here is now my best belov'd i THE WIND AND THE RAIN. ALL nature was sportive, serene was the morning*, The pilgrim arose from his pil- low of moss, And sadly bewailing the day ho VU born in, His | |,»r'd with hi* start' and his el The atmosphere thicken'd, at noon lightning vivid, In dashes and starts rent the welkin in twain. The horizon gry, the clouds appear'd li\ id. And at eve loudly rattled the wind and the ram. Alas! wretched pilgrim, at ran- dom so driven, Cold, shivering, and hungry, and wet to the skin, The elements warring — in pity kind heaven, For some hovel, or hut, to take shelter within ! See yonder a light— a door opens — a woman ! " Whoever thou art let me suc- cour obtain." " Come, and welcome," she cried, 4i how on this dreary common " Was't thy fortune to stray in the wind and the rain ;" " 'Tis a type of my story— my morn was unclouded, Distinguish'd by pleasure I knew not to grieve, But scarcely came noon, when my joys were all shrouded. And my tears, like the rain, overwhelm'd me at eve!" 1 Hail, brother m woe," cried the fair one, afflicted, " My story's like thine, — let us mingle our pain ; This relief to my sorrows my poor heart predicted, When I first saw thee drench'd in the wind and the rain." She threw back her mantle, her face to uncover, He clasp'd her, — she struggled, " nay, be not afraid ; Behold thy once wretched, now too happy lover;" "Oh, Hen ven ! what unlook'd for delight!" cried the maid. S 3 198 POPULAlt AND CHOICE SONGS. Each began to rclale a long 1 his- tory of wonder, Of parents so cruel, and wishes so vain, Till their ears were no longer alarm'il at the thunder, Nor could music delight like the wind and the rain. EACH BARD SINCE CREATION FIRST FASHION'D THE EARTH. EACH bard since creation first fashion'd the earth, Whether laureat at court, or thro' woods runs his race ; To the music of hounds gave a madrigal birth, Or wrote some strong stanzas in praise of the chace. By coursing — I sing of the death of the hare, In verse ne'er recorded, tho' sanctioned by Jove; A sport as robust as the chace, and as fair, Which my stanzas, tho' humble, will readily prove. When Ceres rich gifts to the barns are consign'd, Each morn, soon as PhoBbus en- goldens the east, With greyhounds in front, and staunch beagles behind, Ruddy coursers set out — to pre- pare for a feast. margin To tae down's verdant they cheerfully hie, Where, wrapt in coarse woollen they constantly meet, The flocks heavy guardian, whose nice watchful eye, Had discover'd poor puss while asleep in her seat. Thence rous'd the fleet dogs, are set close on her scut, And course, in one minute, a long measur'd mile, When spite of her turns, a dead period is put, By death, to her sweating, her speed, and her toil. Now sportsmen, elated, haste on to the spot, And save from her captors the poor bleeding hare ; Such the joys are of coursers, how happy their lot, When, thus laden with spoils, to their homes they repair. Not so 'tis with hunters who fol- low the chace, Regardless of precipice, bost- hill, or clime; They ride a whole day, in rough Boreas's face, And return, having killed nought — save horses and time. Since coursing saves horses, and dangers and years, To Diana TIL heartily sing till I'm hoarse, (To Dian, who ne'er without grey- hounds appears,) " May coursers ne'er speedily run out their course. BRIGHT PHCEBUS. BRIGHT Phoebus arises the first in the morn, To drive the thick mist from the *ky ; And the huntsman awakens the lads with his horn, Whilst the lark in full song mounts on high. So pleasing the notes are of lark, horn, and hound, No longer in bed can I sleep; Hark to music, to music does echo resound, Where the vallies are covered with sheep. Thus Reynard disturb'd too soon from the goose, O'er nisrht he had stolen away S3 POPULAR AND C HOICK SONGS. 199 He snarls at the music, and bounds tli.it lire I Whkh threaten with vengeance t ■» make him their prey. So pleading;, &c. O'er hills and o'er dales, see how swiftly he goes, To escape from his eager pur- suers, Oh! what pleasure, what pleasure he gives to his foes, Who delight in, and sport with the pains he endures. So pleasing, &c. The sportsmen in numbers being pleas'd with the day, Return at the eve to refresh, Not angry that Reynard has led them astray, For yet he may give them a brush. So pleasing, &c. HAD NEPTUNE. HAD Neptune, when first he took charge of the sea, Been aa wise, or at last been as merry as we, He'd have thought better on't, and, instead of his brine, \Y r ould have fill'd the vast oceau with gen'rous wine. "What trafficking then would have been on the main, For the sake of e;ood liquor, ai well as for ^ain ? No fear then of tempests or dan ger of sinking — The fishes ne'er drown, for they are always a-drinking. The hot thirsty sun too would drive with more haste, Secure in the ev'ning of such a re past ; And when he got tipsy, would take out his nap With double the pleasure in The- tis 's lap. \\ ith his i',ur io iuflnmM with the fumei of the vine, Consider how gloriously Phoebus would thine ; What vast exhalation! he'd then draw on high, To relieve the poof earth as it wanted supply. How happy were mortals, had we but such rain, To fill all our vessels, and fill them again ! E'en the very poor beggar, who had ne'er a dish, Might jump in the river, and drink like a fish. What joy and contentment on ev'ry one's brow ? Hob, as great as a prince, draw- ing after his plough. E'en the birds of the air, as they flew on the wing, Aitho' they but sipp'd would eter- nally sing. The stars who, I think, don't to drinking incline, Would gambol and frisk with the fumes of the wine, And, merrily twinkling, would soon let us know, That they were as happy as mor- tals below. Had this been the case then, what had we enjoy'd Our spirits still rising, our fancy ne'er cloy'd. A pox then on Neptune, when 'twas in h>s pow'r, To slip, like a fool, such a fortu- nate hour. BACCHUS ONCE. BACCHUS once, inspir'd by rea- son, Thus address'd his jovial train : Tell me, friends, at any season. Should the Graces meet disdain ? 200 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Though my grape ils branch en- twining. Soften half the cnres of life; Love, excess of mirth refining, Turns us from mantling strife. Doubly sure those joys are given, Which to manly spirits join, Looks that form an earthiy hea- ven, Words that nature feels divine. By the bottle sole enlighten'd, Wit in transient folly dies; Never yet has wisdom brightened Uninspir'd by beauty's eyes. From that Isle, where sense and beauty Are humanity's reward, Pleas'd with reason's dearest duty, Venus sends this friendly card — Where the graces love to mingle, Letter'd taste and pleasure meet, Where the wedded charm the single, And the single shun deceit. Will the rosy god of pleasure To the consecration move, Of a cask, whose bounded mea- sure Adds to humour sense and love ? Never more to save the Graces From reflection's blushing pain, Shall the fair resign their places, For ungentle wit to reign. Never more may truth surrender To fictitious scenes of joy ; Ev'ry mind that's soft and tender, Converse loves which cannot cloy. Converse, aided by to ood humour, From the flask thy nectar pours ; Iteason laughs at envious rumour, Conscious of its harmless hours. By the queen of smiles invited. Hither haste iny cheerful friend:*, Since, with beauty wit united, Ev'ry rapture Venus lends. Malice may, from harsh ill-nature, B iead a noxious vapour round ; But regardless of the creature, Iteason hands the goblet round. THE WATCHMAN. A WATCHMAN I am, and I knov all the round. The housekeepers, the strays, and the lodgers, Where low devils, rich dcvis, and high rips may be found, Odd dickies, queer kids, and rum codgers. Of money, and of property, I'm he that takes great care, And cries, when I see rogues go by. Hey ! what are you doing there ? Spoken.'] — ' Only a little business in that house:— you understand me.' ' Understand you ! — well I believe you are an honest man. — Do you hear, bring me an old sil- ver candlestick. Then to my box I creep, And then fall fast asleep, Saint Paul's strikes one, Thus after all mischiefs clone, I goes and gives them warning, And loudly bawls, As strikes St. Paul's Past one o'clock and a cloudy morning. Then round as the hour I merrily crie-;, Another fine mess I discover, For a curious rope ladder I straightway espies, And Miss Forward expecting her lover. Then to each other's arms they fly. My life, my soul, ah, ah! Fine work, Mis£f Iiot-upon't, cries I, 1*11 knock up your papa. Spoken.] — c No, no, you won't.* •* I shall; worthy old soul, to be treated in this manner.' * Here, here, take this.' ' Oh you villain want to bribe an honest watch man! — and with such a trifle t ' Well, well, here is more.' — ' More! You seem to be a spi- rited — now lo make her a good POT l LAR AM) CHOK i: BONGS. I'Ol husband— I am glad fon tricked the old hunks— »<»od night— I wish you safe at Gretna Green !' — Then to my box I creep, And then tall fast asleep. What's that ? St. Paul's strikes two. The lovers off, what does I do, But gives the father warning - . And loudly bauls, &c. Then towards the square, from my box as I look^, I hears such a ranting and roar- ing, •Tit Pharaoh's whole host, and the pigeons and rooks. Are laughing, and singing, and shearing. Then such a hubbub and a din, How they blaspheme and curae! That thief has stole my diamond pin, Watch, -watch, I've lost my purse. Spoke n.]— ' Watch, here I charge you,' 'and I charges you.' ' 'lis a marvellous thing that honest people can't go home without being robbed— which is the thief:' ' That's tue thief that tricked me out of two hundred pounds this evening.' ■ Ay, that you know is all in the way of business, but which is the thief that stole the gentleman's purse ?' • That's him.' *What, Sam Snatch? Give it to me, Sam. He has not got your yurse — you are mistaken in your man. Go home peaceably, and don't oblige me to take you to the watch-house.' — Then to my box I creep, And then fall last asleep. What's that? St. Paul's strikes three — Thus from all roguery I gets free, By giving people warning. And loudly bawls, &c. SHENKIN WAS HORN INGLA. MORGANSHrae. SHENKIN was born in Glamor- ranahlre, Odds will, her poor heart runs all upon \\ imp And her't kiss, and her't luff, and her't call her her dear. And make her cry, Shenkin, the tiffle is in you. Her breath is as sweet as a leek's or a coat's, Her's like a plue mountain, so taper and thin : Aif her putter and seece would but yield her ten croats, To-morrow should see Shenkin married to Win. When the curate at eve on tho crowty play't, Oh te choys of her heart, Shen- kin danced with his VVinney, And her luff and delighted so in the tear maid, That she patting her cried out, the tiffle is in you. You skip like the kits and you pout like the coats, To mollify sure enough I shall bekin. Aif your putter and seece would put yield you ten croats. To-morrow should Shenkin be married to Win. Ah, if her goot urship, great Squire Ap Shones, Could see how he's creefing, as sure as a kinney, His powels would yearn with her crunts and her c roans; Ah no, he'd himself tall in lufif with sweet VVinney. Thus Shenkin complained as he drove home his goats, While the Squire and his com- rades from hunting came in, He heard the fine tale, kindly paid the ten groats, And the next morning saw Sheu- kin married to >\ in. 202 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. MEG OF HAPPING. 'TWAS landlady Meg, that made such rare flip, Pull away, pull away, my hear- ties ; At Wapping she livM, at the sign of the ship, "Where tars met in such jolly parties ; She'd shine at the play, and she'd jig- at the ball, All rigg'd out so gay and so top- ping : For she married six husbands and bury'd them all, Pull away, pull away, pull away, I say— What d'ye think of my Meg of Happing ; The first was old Bluff, with a swinging purse, Pull away, pull away, jolly boys, He was cast away ; says Meg, who cares a curse ? As for grieving, why, lud, that's a folly, boys. The second in command was blear- ey'd Ned, While the surgeon his limb was a lopping, A nine-pounder came, and smack'd off his head, Pull away, pull away, pull away I say ; Rare news for my Meg of Wap ping. Then she marry'd to Sam, and Sam lov'd a sup, Pull away, pull away, brother; So groggy Sain got, and the ship it blew up, And Meg had to look for another. The fourth was bold Ben, who at danger wou'd smile, Till his courage a crocodile atop- ics, Made his breakfast on Ben, on the banks of the Nile; Pull away, pull away, pull away, I say, What a fortunate Meg of Wap- ping ! Stay, who was the fifth : oh, 'twas Dick, so neat ; Pull away, pull away, so merry! And the savages Dick both kill'd and eat, And poor Mog she was forc'd to take Jerry : Death again Mood her friend, for kill'd in a fray, He also the grave chanc'd to pop So now with my song I shall soon do away, Pull away, pull away, pull away, belay, The six husbands of Meg of Wap- ping. But I did not tell you how she marry'd seven ; Pull away, pull away, so neatly! 'Twas honest lorn Trip, and he sent her to heav'n, And her strong box he rum- inag'd sweetly ; For Meg growing old, a fond do- tard she prov'd, And must after a boy needs be hopping: So she popp'd off, and Tom, with the girl he lov'd, Pull away, pull away, pull away, I say, Spent the shiners of old Meg of H apping. FAIRFA' THE LASSES. FAIRFA' the lasses, O, Faii-fa' the lasses, O. And dool and care be still his share, Wha doesna lo'e the lasses, O, Pale poverty and grilling care. How laug will ye harass u*, O. Yet light's the load we hae to bear, If lessen'd by the lasses, O. Fairfa' the lasses, &c. The rich may sneer as they gae by Or scornfully may pass us, O. Their better lot let's ne'er envy, But live and love (he lasses, O. Fairfa' the lasses, &Ci POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. 203 Whv should we ever m»1i tor "won I til ? Sic thoughts should never fash us, O, pelf, when blest wi» health, Content, and bonny lasses, O, Fair fa' the lasses, cScc. The ancient bards, to shaw their skill, PlacM Muses on Parnassus, O. Eut let them table as they will, My Muses are the lasses, O. Fail fa' the lasses, &c The drunkard cries, the joys o' wine, A* ither mirth surpasses. O ; But he ne'er kent the Mew divine, That I hae wi' the lasses, O. Fairfa' the lasses, &c. When I am wi' the chosen few, The time fu' quickly passes, O, But days are hours, and less, I trow When I am wi' the lasses, O. When joys abound, then let a round Of overflowing- glasses, O, Gae brisk about, and clean drink out, The toast be — " Bonny lasses,"0. Fairfa' the lasses, O, Fairfa' the lasses, O, And dool and care be still his share Wha winna toast the lasses, O ARISTIPPUS. LET care be a stranger to each jovial soul, Who, Aristippus like, can bis pas- sions controul; Of wisest philosophers wisest was he, Who, attentive to ease, let his mind still be free; The prince, peer, or peasant, to him were the same, For pleas'd he was pleasing to all where he came, 2 But still turnM his back on con- tention and st i live all the days of his life. A friend to mankind, all mankind was his friend. And tin ids mind was his ultimate end ; He found tank with none, if none found fault with him, If his friend had a humour, he hu- mour'd his whim ; If wine was the word, why he bumper'd his gl.is>. If love was the topic, he toasted his lass — But still turn'd his back on con- tention and strife, Resolving to live all the days cf his life. If councils disputed, if councils agreed, He found fault with neither, for this was his creed, That let them be guided by folly or sense, 'Twould be semper eadem an hun- dred years hence : He thought 'twas unsocial to be malcontent. If the tide went with him, wilb the tide too he went ; But still turu'd his back on con- tention and strife, Resolving to live all the days of his life. Was the nation at war ? he wish'd well to the sword ; If a peace was concluded, a peace was his word ; Disquiet to him, of body or mind, Was the longitude only he never could find — TLe philosophers stone was but gravel and pain, And all who had sought it had sought it in vain ; He stdl turn'd his back on conten- tion and strife, Resolving to live all the days of his life. 204 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Then lei us all follow Aristippus's rules, Ami deem his opponents both asses and mules ; Let those not contented to lead or to drive, By the bees of their sex be drove out of their hive ; Expell'd from the mansion of quiet and ease, May they never find out the blest art how to please; While our friends and ourselves not forgetting our wives, By these maxims may live all the days of our lives. THE TOBACCO PIPE. PRETTY tube of mighty power, Charmer of an idle hour, Object of my hot desire, Lip of wax and eye of fire; And thy snowy, taper waist, With my finger g-ently brac'd ; And thy lovely, swelling crest, With my blended stopper prest ; And the sweetest bliss of blisses Breathing from thy balmy kisses; Happy thrice and thrice again, Happiest he of happy men, Who, when again the night re turns, When again the taper burns, When again the crickets gay, (Little crickets full of play) Can afford his tube to feed With the fragrant Indian weed; Pleasure for a nose divine, Incense of the god of wine ; Happy thrice and thrice again, Happiest he of happy men. IRISH COURTSHIP. WHEN a lad comes a courting how bashful he'll stand, With his hat hanging down, and his head in his hand ! Then he'll hammer and stammer, tho' nothing he'll say, But swearing he loves you, stand kneeling all day ; That he'll kill himself, vows, if you won't be his wife, And his ghost will torment you the rest of his life. But, arrah ! be easy, it ne'er teazes me, I always say nothing, ano sing (jirainachree ! If to wed you agree, to relieve all his cares, He'll give himself graces, in spite of your airs; Like a husband, he pouts and looks angry, the elf, If you speak to another, unless its himself ! But how can the fool get it into his head That a wife will obey him before she is wed ? But arrah, &c. UP IN THE MORNING. CAULD blaws the wind frae north to south, And drift is driving sairly; The sheep are couring i' the heugh, O Sirs ! it's winter fairly. Now up in the morning's no for mo, Up in the morning early ; I'd rather gang supperless to my bed, Than rise in the morning early. Loud roars the blast amang the woods, The branches tirling barely, Amang the chimley taps it thuds, And frost is nipping sairly. Now up in the morning's no forme, Up in the morning early ; To sit a' the night I'd rather agree, Than rise in the morning early. The sun peeps o'er the southlan hill Like ony timorous carlie; Just blinks a wee, then sinks again, And that we find severely. Now up in the morning's no for me, Up in the morning early ; When snaw blaws into the chimley cheek, Wha ? driseinthc morning early? . FOPULAR AND CI10ICK SONGS 205 Nae Hnt?es lilt on hedge or both, Poor thing! they Buffer -airly ; In cataldrife quarters a 1 the night, v da j the) feel but sparely. Now up In the morning** no tonne, Up in the morning early ; Nae Rite can 1jc waur in winter time, Than rise in the morning early A cozey house, and canty wife, Keeps aye a body rheerly ; And pantry stow'd wi 1 ineal and niaut, It answers unco rarely. But up in the morning-, na, na, na, l ! P in the morning early; The gowans maun glent on bank and brae. When I rise in the morning early. PADDY'S DREAM. MY grandmother Judy had oft made me wonder, Snch marvellous stories of ghosts 3he'd relate, How they'd speak, arrah honey, much louder than thunder, Till by Jasus, d'ye see, joy, she bodder'd my pate. So the Phantasmagoria being much the same thing, sir, Like a madman to see it, I straight ran away, Where the spalpeens they got me so snug in a string, sir, That they coax'd me, agrah, just two thirteens to pay. \\ ith my tal tie ral, &c. And sing gramachree, didderoo, smilliloo bub, llusha whack, Ally Croaker, and Sally Macgee. Not a thing could I see when I en- tered the place, sir, So I looked with my list, honey, where I might sit, Till a post, unjonteel, run its head in my face, sir, And bodder'd my senses, agrab, Hut the show once begun, beat my grandmother hollow, They were now small as giants, than l>ig as ;i ipan : But the Turk, mason gra! wid his damnable swallow. Made me think he might eat me, and so otf 1 i an. \\ ith my tal de ral, Ac. Got home, I in no time at all went to lied, sir, But still on these spectres my fancy did keep, And such comical whimsies kick'il up in my head, sir, That made me get up and walk out in my sleep. I thought that Howlh's Hill to a giant had chang'd, Aiul to wrestle with hiin did me strongly invite ; In a case now like this, sure it wasn't strange, sir, That I chose, joy, much rather to run than to fight. He followed me down stairs agrah, in a jiffoy. And to catch me hegavea most damnable stj ide, When finding himself on the banks of the Liffey, I jump'd in, and swam till I reach d t'other side. The chill of the water soon made me awake, sir, When, fait, a delectable figure I cut; For I'd made, arrah fait, a most curious mistake, sir, And instead of the Lifi'ey, jump'd into a butt. \\ ith my tal de ral, &c. TO THE OLD. TRIO. TO the Old, long life and treasure ; To the Young, all health and plea- sure ; To the Fair, their face W ith eternal grace ; And the foul to be lov'd at leisure T 20G POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. THE GIRL I APPROVE. YOU ask me what sort of a girl I approve ; Few words shall express my desire; Her face must be fair, like the mother of Love, Like her, are the charms I ad- mire. Bright beauty alone, shall not conquer my heart, The maid to my mind must have more, More charms to enslave than Beauty's keen dart, For wit and good sense I adore. Her beauty, wit, and good sense, combined, Should not fix me her servant for life; But her manner so sweet, her temper so kind, Are the charms I seek in a wife. THE VETERANS. DICK Dock, a tar at Greenwich moor'd, One day had got his beer on board, When he a poor maim'd pension- er from Chelsea saw; Ahd all to have his jeer and flout, For the grog once in the wit's soon out, Cried, how, good master Lobster, did you lose your claw ? Was't that time in a drunken fray ? Or t'other when you run away? But hold you, Dick, the poor soul has one foot in the grave ; 'Fore Slander's wind too fast you fly, D'ye think it fun ?— you swab, you lie, Blisforlune ever claim'd the pity of Lhe brave. 2 Old Hannibal, ill words as gross, For he, like Dick, had got his dose, To try a bout at wrangling quickly took a spell ; If I'm a Lobster, Master Crab, By the information on your nab, In some scrimmage or other why they've crack'd your shell; And then why how you hobbling go On that jury-mast, your timber toe, A nice one to find fault, with one foot in the grave ; But halt, old Hannibal, halt! bait! Distress was never yet a fault, Misfortune ever claimed the pity of the brave. If Hannibal's your name d'ye see, As oure as they Dick Dock call me, As once it did fall out, I ow'd my Hfe to you, Spilt from my horse, once when 'twas dark, And nearly swallow'd by a shark, You boldly plung'd in, sav'd me, and pleas'd all the crew; If that's the case, then cease our jeers, When boarded by they same Mounseers, You, a true English lion, snatch'd me from the grave, Cried, cowards, do the man no harm ; D— me, don't you see he's lost his arm, Misfortune ever claim'd pity fron» the brave. Then broach a can before we part, A friendly one, with all his heart, And as we put the grog about we'll cheerily sing, At land and sea may Britons fight, 1'OlM'LAlt AND CllOK 207 The world's example and tle- lifht, And conquer every enemy of oar king ; - I«e that proves the hero's friend, His bounty waits us to our end, Tbongii crippl'd and laid up, with one foot in the grave; Then tars and .soldiers never fear, You shall not want Compassion's Misfortune ever claiui'd the pity of the brave. JOAN IS AS GOOD AS MY LADY. NEAT Nelly, the milk-maid, in short-waisted gown, All the airs of the fashion puts on-, And emulates all the fine ladies in town, As she flirts and coquets it with John ; Has the same vapid stare, the same slide, the same bob, The same sigh, without feeling* or passion ; With the same rise and fall bids her bosom to throb, As the rantipole woman of fashion. To dress fine and showy, the men to entrap, They both have an equal re- gard ; The lady owes only ten pounds for her cap, While the milk-maid pays ten- pence a yard; So that, when at a distance, they've both the same charms J To excite in the fellows a pas- ■ slon ; The same fine display of bare necks and red arms, Both in Nell and the lady of fashion. a Thus the proverb's roveiVd ; 'twas the former remark, And I believe the thing's pretty near right, As my lady that Joan was as good in the dark, Now Joan is as good in the light; So I'd have the fine ladies about them to look, And to feel for themselves some compassion, Lest the beaux should mistake the pert housemaid or cook, For the rantipole woman of fashion. ZEKIEL HOMESPUN. I'ZE a poor country lad, as you see by my dress, That I'ze Yorkshire, mayhap you may pratty well guess, My neaine's Zekiel Homespun, you all know me now, It is not the first time I have here made my bow. Tol lol de rol, &c. To London I com'd, upon bus'ness, d'ye see, But contriv'd to make pleasure and bus'ness af:ree, For, when I gets back, wi' our chaps on the green, They'll be sure to be axing* me what I ha' seen. Tol lol de rol, &c. Now, having in town but a short time to stay, Thinks I, while the sun shines I'd better make hay, So I ax'd what the play were. they told ine, by gum, 'Twas a very fine tragedy, called Tommy Thumb. Tol lol de rol, &c. In Yorkshire I'd oft heard oui knowing-ones say, That a very good moral was learn'd from a play T * 208 POPULAR. AND CHOICE SONGS. And that tragedy boasted of lan- guage so fine, S» I thought that as how it might help me wP mine. Tol lol de rol, &c. Well, the curtain drew up, and the first to appear Were two gentlemen, drest, to be sure, mortal queer, Says one—** To the king this pe- tition I'll show ;" Then the other to him answer'd — *« Do, Doodle, do." Tol lol de rol, &c. In next scene were the King and the Queen on their throne, To whom the petition wiis pre- sently shown, But King Arthur from Doodle in- dignantly shrunk, ** For," says he, ** 'Tis our plea- sure this day to get drunk." Tol lol de rol, &c. So, thinks I to myself, an' that's what you're about, There's no bus'ness tor me, sure, to see the play out, To my own native parts I will quickly go down, I can learn to get drunk there as well as in town. Tol lol de rol, &c» So, I'ze ta'en me a place at the George and Blue Boar, Where the coach will set off in the morning at four, And, as I must be up long afore it is light, I hope you'll not keep me here too late to-night. Tol lol de rol, &c. LOVELY BESSY LIKE the soft and silvery stream, Or fountain, fed by nymphs so &ay; Or like the bashful virgin's dream, When Love its sweetest charms display; 2 Like the brilliant orb of night Illuminates the azure sky; Or, like the star, with twinkling light, Dazzling even the boldest eye; And, like unto the blushing rose, Refreshened by a gentle showet , Which, budding forth, doth then disclose Its peerless beauty o'er ev'ry flower; Yes, like all these, my Bessy is; She's accomplished, gentle, and so fair; To hear her voice alone is bliss, When she warbles forth her fav'rite air. Her breath is like the fragrant (lower Which sipped is ny the busy bee ; Her beauty needs no art or power Her form is perfect symmetry. ST. DAVIDS DAY. COLD Winter, with an icy face, Thou bidd'st us once farewell, And man, like March, to take his place, One month with us to dwell. He's brother to sweet April show- ers, And usher to sweet May ; And in his hat he wears a leek Upon St. David's day. When Julius Caesar, with his force, Did first invade this land, The Welshmen bold, with foot and horse, Did his proud force withstand. A tribute he from them did seek, Which they refus'd to pay, That makes the Welshmen wear their leek Upon St. David's day. Then after them the Saxons came, Whom Essex to obtain, And with an army well prepar'd, The kingdom striv'd to gain. !M)1M J, Alt AN!) CHOICE SO] l - 209 Beth towns and cities went to rack, Wbi boM the sway, At length tlit* Welshmen drove Them back St. David's day. And after them the Danes came in, Too i'f T NED. : us past, joss in view, Honest Ned, as homeward bound umI talks of nan- lit hut \\ bile the grog and flip go round. But | I knew not why, Would some times need a check — Ah! many a time I've giv'n a leer, And oft have seen him shed a tear, While watching on the deck In battle' bold as any tar, No one could be more brave; He laugh'd at every W* und or scar, Nor fear'd a watery grave. But yet a sigh, I knew not why, Would sometimes need a check; Ah, many a time I've giv'n q. leer, And oft have seen him shed a tear, While watching on the deck. 'Twas in the gloomy hour of night. All as silent M the dead, When, by the moon's imperfect light, I spied our honest Ned ; He heav'd a sigh, I knew not why, But gave it soon a check; I shook his hand, and gave a leer, He on it dropp'd another tear, While watching on the deck. Messmate, says I, relate your grief, I've little, yet can lend; We're sent, you know, to give re* lief And comfort to a friend. He heav'd a sigh, 1 knew not why, But gave it soon a check ; I turn'd my head, and gave a leer, Again I saw him shed a tear, While watching on the dec!:. T S 210 POPULAR. AND CHOICE SONGS. frrieml Ned, says I, be not so soft, But think of joys in store, And trust in Him who sits aloft, Till life can charm no more. He heav'd a sigh, I knew not why, But gave it soon a check ; We parted then, I gave a leer, And saw him shed another tear, While watching on the deck. O THEN, AND THEN ONLY, I'LL LOVE THEE NO MORE. WHEN the Royal Exchange shall be plac'd in a snuff-box, When sand shall no longer be found on the shore, When the sweet robin redbreasts have beaks long as woodcocks ; Oh, then my dear Judy, 111 kiss thee no more. When the fam'd Isle of Wight makes a jump up to London, When the spouter of froth shall be plac'd in the Tower; When the serviles in office shall cry out we're undone ; Oh then, and then only, I'll kiss thee no more. When ministers turn from, and scowl at corruption, When tax-gatherers cease for to call at your door, When honesty causes in England irruption, O then, and then only, I'll love thee no more. LUBIN'S RETURN FROM THE FAIR. YOUNG Lubin the shepherd oft woos me 'tis true, When at eve he returns from the plain ; He vows that he loves me far bet- ter than Sue, His absence, sure, gives me much pain. 2 His manners so mild, and comely his face. With a mind that's devoid of all care, He trips o'er the mead with ni artless a grace ; How I sigh his return from tl° fair. He calls me his Fanny, his dear and his love, And presses my hand to his- heart, He vows that for ever he constant will prove, And from me he ne'er will de part. To conceal my fond passion I strove, but in vain, Such virtues are surely most rare; I sigh for his love, nor from tear? can refrain, Till Lubin returns from the fair. A bonnet of straw and a ribbon of blue He bought me to dance at a v/ake, And told me no more he'd be seen with fair Sue, If I'd wear them alone for his sake. He confessM if I'd marry, and make him his bride, What pleasure and bliss he should share; I gave my consent, to my fate I'll abide, When Lubin returns from the fair. HUMANITY'S COT. A FISHERMAN'S hut stood near the sea side, A daughter most lovely he'd goL> His Nancy was fair, and virtuous beside, Humanity dwelt in their cot. As Nancy one day sat mending a net, A ship in distress caught her eye, POIM'LAR AND CtiOU'K 80 211 HARK, HARK, A WAT. A oenman whose late was ship-i •v to meet, Alas, caused the fair one to THE sableclad curtain's andl The lark carols nreetly on bijrh, The waves wash'd on shore this £uickly opens tb< rou°-li hardy tar, B the Sun-beami are jrildinjr For valour he long- had been' the sky. fc nown i The huiitsinan he throws off the He fought and he conqucr'd in Britain's bold war, For Ins country fresh laurels he'd won. The Cot of Content now shelter'd the brave, For the Fisherman liv'd with- out strife. The vet'ran restored from a wal'ry grave, Made Nancy, dear Nancy, his wife. A CANADIAN BOAT SONG. FAINTLY as tolls the exiling* chime. Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time ; Soon as the woods on shore look dim. We'll sing at St. Ann's our part- ing hymn. Row, brothers, row, the strean. runs fast, The rapids are near, and the day-light's past. Whv should we yet our sail un- furl ? There is not a breath the bluo wave to curl : But when the wind blows off the shore, Oh ! sweetly we'll rest our weary oar. Blow, breezes, blow, &c. LJtawa tide! this trembling moon. Shall see us float over the surges soon : Saint of this green isle ! hear our prayer, Grant us cool heavens and favour- ing air ! Blow, breezes, blow, &c. 2 hounds, The horn winds a tedious delay ; And the heart of each sportsman elated rebounds, In expecting the summons, hark, hark, away. Now to covert we strelch o'er the ground. Near yon clifts, which hang over the lee-, ; See the doga twist in mazes a- round, Catch the scent from the fresh- blowing breeze. Up the mountains they r.illy full speed, That's good, my boys, make no delay; Nor hedges or ditches shall ever impede, While the musical din sounds with hark, hark, away. Old Reynard had gave us the slip, To the woodlands they dash in full cry ; Hark ! how rattles the crack of each whip. While the hounds rend in chorus the sky, But no longer in covert he finds, There is refuge of safety to stay, But over the plain as he cuts thro' the wind, Bids an open defiance to hark, hark, hark, away. But in spite of those efforts] he tries, A view hollow now reaches his ear, See his brush drop with languid surprise, Death's alarm striketh terrof and fear. 212 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. »Tis in vain that be strives to sup- port. His life, the flogs seize as their While the death of the game gives fresh life to the sport. The echo re-echoes with hark, bark, away. Now for Liberty-hall we repair, To replenish the joys of the field; Where pood humour combines , with the fare, Ami the wife smiles obedience to yield : While the bottle and bowl doth | unite, To vie with the sports of the day; Let bumpers go round to the sportsman's delight, Then with love crown the chorus of hark, hark, away ! WHEN YOU TELL ME YOUR HEART IS ANOTHER'S. WHEN you tell me your heart is another's, That our passions can never agree ; That a flame in your bosom now smothers, Which never was kindled by me. You may think that your friend- ship's soft balm, Unassisted by am'rous sighs, Shou'd all my disquietudes calm, And heal all the wounds of your eyes. But alas! though you call me your friend, Though that bliss you freely im- part, I feel that my wishes don't end, I would still have some share in your heart : Perhaps in your soul you may trace Some soft intermediate degree, Between friendship and love, some fond space ; If such then, O give it to me ! 2 THINK ON THAT LOOK OK HUMID RAY. THINK on that look of humid ray, \\ hich for a moment mix'd with ■ mine ; And for that moment seem'd to say, I dare not, or I would be thine. Think, think on ev'ry smile and glance, On all thou hast to charm or move ; And then forgive my bosom's trance, And tell me 'tis not sin to love Oh ! not to love thee were a sin ; For sure if heav'n's decrees be done, Thou, thou artdestin'd still to win, As I was destin'd to be won ! ROY'S WIFE OF ALDIVALOCH. ROY'S Wife of Aldivaloch, Roy's Wife of Aldivaloch, Wat ye how she cheated me, As I came o'er the braes ot Balloch. She vow'd, she swore sh£ wad be mine, She said she lo'ed me best of ony ; But oh ! the fickle faithless quean, She's ta'ep the Carl and left her Johnny. Roy's Wife, &c. O she was a canty quean, And weel cou'd dance the High- land walloch, How happy I, liad she been mine, Or Fd been Roy of Aldivaloch. Roy's Wife, &c. Her hair sae fair, her e'en sae clear, Her wee bit mou' sae sweetand bonny ; To me she ever will be clear, Tho' she's for ever left her Johnny. Roy's Wife, &c. PulM'LAIt AND ( Holt But Roy is anlder thrice than me, Pei hapi bu ayi vrill uobemony; Syne when the Carl is dead au' pane. She then may turn her thoughts on Johnny. Hoy's Wife, &c. CRIPPLED JACK. WITH shatter'd limbs Jack came from sea, 'Cause how he stood the tether; With heart as firm as oaken tree, That stands the wind and wea- ther : What though his timbers they are gone, And he's a slave to tipple, No better sailor e'er was born, Than Jack the honoui d cripple, A grape-shot lopt his starboard wing, That chillM not his endeavour; But while he fought for England's king, His daylights closM for ever. Though lame and blind, and but one arm, To raise the magic tipple, He's gain'd in war the noble palm, For Jack's an honour'd cripple. With rudder gone, and rigging torn, A wreck in port he's towing ; let while he bled at ev'ry pore, His dauntless heartwas glowing. One joy on earth alone he craves, Which is the magic tipple : And when at last pale death he braves, He'll die an honour'd cripple. WHEtf WILLIAM AT EVE. W HEN William at eve meets me down at the stile, How sweet is the nightingale's song ; ^)f the day I forget all the labour and toil, While the moon plays yon branches among. S By her brains without blush bear bin complain, And believe ev'ry word \>t hbj song ; You know not how sweet 'tis to meet Hie dear twain. While the moon plays yon tranche* amoug* MOLLY, THE FAIR. WHAT'S Billinsgate to me ? Molly, the fair! What, though the briny sea Flow'd with strong beer ! What's all the roach and dace, Salmon, ling, cod, and place ! If they be not cried by thee, Molly, the fair ! What made the gin-shop shine ? Molly, the fair! What makes the market fine? Molly was there! What made my face so sore, Black, blue, and red, all o'er? Oh! it was milling thee, Molly, the fair ! But, now thou'rt dead and gone, Molly, the fair! Don't come to bed to me, Molly, the fair ! Though I lov'd fishy charms, Yet in thy clay-cold arms. Oh! I can't love thy ghost, Molly, the fair ! DOMESTIC DISAPPOINTMENT, THE voyage was pass'd,and Eng land's shore, Had met my longing view ; I left the ship, and sought the cot That held my lovely Sue. She flew to meet me, in each eye The tear of joy had started ; Thank Heav'n, thou'rt sale, my love ! she cry'd. We'll never more be partPd. 2M POPULAIt AND CHOICE SONGS. Two lovely boys mySusan brought, That hung about my knees ; Now, let who will be kings, I said, Give me such joys as these ! Just as I spoke, a press-gang came, Poor girl she shriek'd and start- ed ; Then caught my hand, and cryM — Dear Jack I fear we must be parted. My children wept; in vain I told How long Pd been away ; They said the king requir'd my aid, They dar'd not disobey. My Susan cry'd — } Tis hard mylove, But be not thou faint hearted 5 The powers above will guard the brave ; , We sobb'd adieu, and parted. JOHNNY RAW AND POLLY CLARK. ONE night quite bang up to the mark, Ri tol de lol. A drunken swell met Polly Clark, Ri tol de lol. And said, ' Dear Poll, if you'll be mine, A swigging gin we'll spend our time;' ' Agreed,' said she, * that's bang up, prime.' Ri tol de lol. He married her — sad tale to tell, Ri tol de lol. She got no max, so blow'd up well, Ri tol de lol. At length she vow'd she'd serve him out, Bung up his eyes and crack his snout, And send the dudds all up the spout. Ri tol de lol. Thus she wou'd bore him with her jaw, Ri tol de lol. And call him ' spoony Johnny Raw,' Ri tol de lol. Then clap her fins and bully him, And wild with passion, at him grin, She'd bawl, * you dog, where is my gin V Ri tol de lol. One time while thinking of his state, Ri tol de lol. He cried, * You Poll, I'll brake your pate.' Ri tol de lol. For every thing that I have got. You've hauled off to the pop shop, And there, bang up, they're like to stop. Ri tol de lol. With that she gave her arm a twister, Ri tol de lol. And tip'd him such a precious fister, Ri tol de lol. That laid him sprawling by the grate, • There now,' said she ' you'll hold your prate, For your claret flows at a prime rate.' Ri tol de lol. That night, while snoring in his bed, Ri tol de lol. He dreamt his wife had from him fled, Ri tol de lol. Then full of joy he woke it's true, And found his rib had prov'd un- true, And bolted with the Lord knows* who. Ri tol de lol. 6 I'm glad the vixen's gone,' said he, Ri tol de lol. i For long I've lived in misery, Ri lol de lol. But now she's brush'd I'll spend iny time, And mug myself with gin and wine, So now, once more, I'm bang up prime.' Ri tol de lol. POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS 215 PEG OF CHEQUER ALLEY. ALL other -iris I bid adieu, And solemnly declare, That Poll or Kate, or black-ey'd Sue, er beauties are. I al ways thought and always said, « hen inclined to rally, That Golden Lane had not a maid, Like Peg of Chequer Alley. In Portsmouth Castle Rag- I've been. In Dover Street been found; In fact where painted beauty' seen I've been the town all round ; To bet ten bobetick not afraid, »Tis true, I do not rally, You equal not iny blowsy maid, That lives in Chequer Alley. DRINK OLD ENGLAND DRY. SINCE I'm nam'd for a song-, First I'll wet my throttle, Come, waiter, don't be long, But bring another bottle; First, I'll toast iny friends, Then my sweethearts pretty, And then to make amends, I'll drink iny comrades witty. Too ral loo, &c. Here's to all those boys Who are so brisk and funny, Here's those who prompt new joys, And those that lend me money; Here's the jolly man, And may he ne'er grow thinner, For he, when e'er he can, Invites me to a dinner. Too ral loo, &c. Here's to charming Bet, For she's a maid so jolly, And here's to lovely Let, And here's to plump-fac'd Molly, And here's to Sukey Sly, Likewise to pale fae'd Jenny, Who looks with roguish eye, And leils me I'm a ninny. Too ral loo, &c. Now to lovely Nan, For she's ibe besi of la Hut not forgetting I \\ ho cheers me in m Fill to Lucy, dear, \\ ho crowns my life with blisses For she it is, can cheer Each passion with bet Too ral loo, &c. Now a bumper toast, Fill the goblets — brimmers, For we will rule the roa Until sweet day-light glimmers Fill, oh ! fill my boys, All sorrow we defy, sirs, We'll taste of social jo\s, And drink old England dry, sirs. Too ral loo, &c. CONSENT, I READ LOVE IN THOSE EYES. COME love, I pray don't say nay, Let me kiss those lips divine; My tongue's too weak my love to speak, No passion e'er did equal mine. Of all the world thee most I prize, Consent I read love in those eyes Lovely eyes, sweet blue eyes, &c. Give loose to love, I'll never rove, Ne'er from thee will I depart, Pray then give ease, and with it peace, To my almost broken heart. Love like mine, it never dies, Consent, I reed love in those eyes. Lovely eyes, sweet blue eyes &c. I'LL LOVE THEE SWEET FOR EVER. WHAT tho' yon blossoms' a ten- der Rower, Shall 1 despise thee — never, Tho' fortune shines or soirows pour, I'll love thee sweet for ever. 216 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. And if you breathe the bittersigh, Or ever think of grief, My heart would burst— or else 'twould die, Till it had brought relief. Then while I live I'll live to love, I'll part with thee— oh never! For while there is a heav'n above, I'll love thee sweet for ever. COME YIELD, AND BE MY LOVE. AS Kate and I down in the glade The other afternoon we stray'd, We talk'd of nought but love. Her sweet black eyes, her cheeks so fair, Outvies the lily's bloom by far, That grows in yonder grove. I said my Kitty, lovely maid, We sure, were for each other made, Come yield, and be my love. We both sat down upon the ground, Whilst silence seein'd to reign around, She yielded to my love. THE DISMAL LAMP-LIGHT. AS old Goody Jenkins was snoring away, She dream'd such a dream, as put her in a vamp light, And nudging of Gaffer, she cried, 8 Lovey, pray Do get out of bed and blow out the lamp-light, The nasty dismal lamp-light, Fal, de ral, de ral, 1 Oh, my dear, I've had such a dream, and now aa I would wish to be a little composed, pray get out of bed And blow out the lamp-light.' Old Gaffer awoke, and e'er willing to please, Tumbles out of bed resolving foT to crush light, U And pufTd till the wick made the old codger sneeze As he puff'd at the lamp-light, The teazing little lamp-light, Fal, de ral, de ral, * I can't blow it out, Goody.» * Try again Gaffer, and you'll do wonders.' *I can't, I've lost all my breath, puffing at Your d— d teazing lamp-light.' Then Goody tumbled out neck and: heels in a pet, Itesolv'd to extinguish, or pre- sently to damp light, And puff'd 'till the wick put the old one in a sweat A puffing at the lamp-light, The curst little lamp-light, Fal, de ral, de ral, ' Why don't you help me Gaffer, you make me do it all myself.' * Don't you lie Goody, ha'nt I been puffing this half hour at Your d— d teazing lamp-light.' The maid then, iarae in, alarra'd at the noise Of Goody and Gaffer a putting; out this cramp light, And for a puff her bellows soonl employs, And Mrs. Molly, sbs puff'd at the lamp-light, The aggravating lamp-light, Fal, de ral, de ral, * Why what have you done to it, Madam.' ' Done to it, (says Goody) why don't you puff, Molly.' 'Pull the devil (says Molly), am I to be waked out of my warm bed to be puffing and puffing At your curs'd teazing lamp- light.' The clerk of the parish slept over head, Awak'd with the noise down stairs lie tramp'd light, And Amen he puff'd till his face wax'd red, A puffing at the lamp-light, The glim m'ring little lainp-ligb Fal, de ral, de ral l»oi'l LA 11 AND CHOi. 217 * Itun for the parson, Molly, run * Run for t i vil, C-.«U Molly), what BUN it, why don't you blow out the light and be curst to you, you a man. 1 4 Vet, Molly, know I am, but it requires ban mortal To blow out your lamp-light. In came the washer- woman, just in the mck. The while they were sweating and puffing at the lamp-light, She turn'd down the top, and out went the wick, Of the little dismal lamplight, And out went the lamp-light, Fal, de ral, de ral, So Mrs. Suds, the queen of the wash-tub Put out the lamp-light. WINE EXPANDS THE SOUL WHEN genercus wine expands the soul, How pleasure hovers round the bowl ! Avauur. ye cares of Fancy's crew, And give the guilty wretch his due ; But let the juice of sparkling wine, My grosser sense of love refine: As Jovr- his nectar drinks above, I'll quaff" whole goblets full of love. Then why should.T at life repine; bring me, Venus, bring me wine, Fill the ever-flowing bowl, In circles gay and pleasures roll. Ever open, ever free, Hail thou friend to jollity; My brows with Bacchus' chaplets crown'd, I'll live to love — my cares are drown'd. TWEED SIDE. WHAT beauties does Flora dis- close ! How sweet are her smiles upon Tweed ! Mary's slill nweeter than **, Where nature doth fanr\ < -rt'il. No iiaiss , nor tweet blu Nor all the gay (1 juris of the liold, Nor Tweed gliding gently thro' those, Such beauty and pleasure- yield. The warblers are heard in the grove; The linnet, the lark, and the thrush, The blackbird, and sweet cooing dove, With music enchant every bush. Come, let us go forth to the mead, Iiet's see how the primroses spring, We'll lodge in some village on Tweed, And love, wli'.Ie the feather'd folk smg. How does my love pass the long day ! Does Mary not 'tend a few sheep 1 Do they never carelessly stray, While happily she lies asleep ? Tweed's murmurs shall lull her to rest, Kind nature indulging my bliss — To ease the soft pains of my breast, I'd steal an ambrosial kiss. 'Tis she does the virgins excel, No beauty with her may com- pare ; Love : s graces around her iV) dwell ; She's fairest where thousands are fair. Say, charmer, where do thy flocks stray ? Oh! tell me at noon where they feed ? Shall I seek them on sweet- wind- ing Taj ? Or the pleasanter banks o r the Tweed t U 218 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. ILL-FATED ROSA. HOPE, raark'd by anxiety, cloud- ed by fear, Pervaded fair Rosa's soft breast ; She listened in vain, while the full- gushing tear Fast fell from her eyes unre- prest; Ah! 'twas not the steps of her Ed- win she heard, When, reclining her ear, Fancy thought 'twas his feet ; 'Twas the air-nipping wings of a fluttering bird, That hasten'd with joy to its tender retreat. Long past was the hour, but Edwin came not, Time's pinions dull heaviness bore ; And poor Rosa now trac'd back her steps to the cot, Though doom'd to behold it no more : She advanc'd, till a groan struck her deep pensive ear, Which fromEdwin his last breath convey'd; At that instant rush'd forth, from a cave that was near, A ruffian, who bore off the ill- fated maid. PEACE BE TO THOSE WHO NOBLY BLEED. PEACE be to those who nobly bleed, In freedom and their country's cause, Defending in the hour of need Their chartered liberties and laws. Loud swell the dirge, the anthem swell, Sweet vivid wreaths let maids entwine, That may to future ages tell Their lives heroic, and their fall divine. Their lives, &e. POOR JOE. I SING of a seafaring lad, Who caii'd with me on board the Nancy ; No father he, nor mother had, So went to sea to please his fancy. But Joe had got an honest heart, He lov'd his Poll, and swigg-'tl his nappy, In many a brush he bore his part, But now — God rest his soul, he's happy. When o'er the grog the jovia clan, And funny Joe, popp'd in the middle, Drank to the health of Poll and Nan , Lord, how he'd sing and play the fiddle ! For Joe, he was a seaman true, As ever swigg'd a jug of nappy And well belov'd by all the crew But now — God rest his soul, he's happy. At last it chanc'd the daring foe We chas'd, and fought three hours and over, An eighteen pounder laid him low And now Joe buried lies inDover His messmates to this very day, When o'er the smiling grog, o? nappy, With tearful eyes, oft sighing say— ' Gc;d rest his honest soul, ke'3 happy.' 'TIS NOTHING BUT LOVE. SWEET Fanny is timid and meek, She's tender and mild as the dove, She sighs when she offers to speak Which seems to me something like love ; Like a fool too I sigh, And I cannot iell why, But it seems to me something like love. POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. 219 When dancing I take her fair hand, She Meemfl like a fairy to move, And If I can looks understand, Bar tyt's speak the language of love ; Like a fool too I sigh, \\ hile I cannot tell why But I fancy 'tis very like love. Her cheek I imprest**! with a kiss, Against which so gently she strove, It serv'd but to heighten the bliss, And prov'd it was nothing but love. Now no longer I sigh, Whilst I cannot tell why, For Tin certain 'tis nothing but love. THE SAILOR'S DAUGHTER. A PALE forlorn outcast, I wander alone, A parent's protection to me is un- known ; When a poor little infant my mo- ther I lost, My father's abroad on the wide ocean tost. For George and nis kingdom he braves the rude seas, Repelling all danger while you sit at ease ; But soon he'll return with abun- ! dance of wealth, And restore to his daughter the blessings of health. O, grant her some succour to soften her grief; Let not a tar's offspring in vain seek relief. O listen, ye great ones, whom hunger and cold, Or want, ne'er opprest yet, nor deem me too bold ; Should pity not move you, let gra- titude plead, And think what protection your luxuries need, Were all folks like father and me, I am sure No dread of invaders would any endure ; 2 "Tis opulence only that tempts the base foe ; The plunder of Britain's his ob- ject, you know. "1 is my father protects yon, led on by his chief, While his daughter, neglected, now sues for relief. THE PIGEON. WHY tarries my love, Ah ! where does he rove ? My love is long absent from me, Come hither, my Dove, I'll write to my love, And send him a message by thee. To find him swift fly The letter I'll tie, Secure to thy leg with a string. Ah not to my leg, Fair lady, I beg, But fasten it under my wing Her Dove she did deck, She drew o'er his neck, A bell and a collar so gay ; She tied to his wing The scroll with a string, Then kiss'd him and sent him away. It blew and it rain'd, The Pigeon disdain'd To seek shelter, undaunted he flew, Till wet was his wing, And painful the string, So heavy the letter it grew. He flew all around, Till Colin he found, Then perch d on his hand with the prize, Whose heart, while he reads, Willi tenderness bleeds, For the Pigeon that flutters and dies. MARY OF BUTTERMERE. AH ! poor wretched Mary, th/ happiness is gone, Since hope has fled from thee. -iiid left thee to in a urn V 2 220 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS Thy hapless condition claims from me a tear, Though I am far distant from sweet Butlermere. May ev'ry punishment fall with due weight, On the wretch who could envy thy innocent state ; For had he not vow'd to his soul thou wert dear, Thou ne'er would have wander'd from sweet Bultermere. Once, beauteous Mary, how happy thy lot, And still might have been, though humble thy cot, If the villain who robb'd thee of all that is dear, Had ne'er enter'd the borders of sweet Buttermere. But shortly, fair maid, all thy troubles will cease; And thou wilt ascend to the man- sion of peace ; And each traveNer will sighwh^n the fate he shall hear, Of the once lovely Mary of sweet Buttermere. MY NATIVE LAND I BADE ADIEU. MY native land I bade adieu, And calmly friendship's joys re- sign'd ; But, ah ! how keen my sorrows grew, When my true love I left be- hind. Yet should her truth feel no decay, Should absence prove my charm- er kind ; Then I shall not lament the day, When my true love I left be- hind. SAY, WHAT IS LOVE ? S AY, what is love i that to the heart It yields at once both joy and smart ? A feeling we resist in vain, Sad pleasure unci delirious pain ! Say, what is love ? Why should the heart depend fur bliss, On undefin'd caprice like this? A passion form'd of hopes and fears Of weeping smiles and joyous tears Say, what is love ? THE VIOLET GIRL. COME buy my pretty violets blue, Come buy of little Sally, The choicest flow'rs that eve* grew In meadow, glade, or valley. Come buy, &c. At twilight from my home I go, And through the wide streets sally, To fields where creeping violets grow, And lilies of the valley. Come buy, &c. And ere the great ones deign to rise, They hear the voice of Sally, That little girl, who often cries Sweet lilies of the valley. Come buy, &c. A ROSE-TREE FULL IN BEARING. A ROSE-TREE full in bearing, Had sweet flowers fair to see; One rose, beyond comparing, For beauty attracted me. Though eager once to win it, Lovely, blooming, fresh,and gay, I found a canker in it And so threw it far away. I found this morning early, The sun shining clear,and bright, So late I lov'd you dearly, Though now I've lost each fond delight. The clouds seem big with showers, Sunny beams no more are seen : Farewell, ye happy hours ! Falsehood has chang'd the scene. TOPULAK AND CHOICE SONGS. 221 TIS YOU I NE'ER CAN LOVE. YOl NG Harry lov'd the rural dan 'Mongst village maids he'd stray, A damsel fair be met by chance pleasant eve In May : The bashful youth said, * You're my choice, Dear Mary do not rove :' The nymph replied with falt'ring voice, 'Tis you I ne'er can love.' The simple clown a courting- came To Mary of the Vale; He told the lass of rustic fame ►ft and flatt'ring tale. The village swain more bold was grown, To win her heart he strove; But Mary answerM with a frown, • Tis you I ne'er can love.' Twaa William's form and manly face, That won fond Mary's heart, He woo'd her with such winning grace She yielded to love's dart. He fcaid ■ My lovely charming maid. This i i > I was wed To Mich n scolding vixen, Whilst lie had been at sea; The truth it was, he chanc'd to come Upon a washing-day. For it in thump, thump, &e. ask'd him to stay and dine, 'Come, come,* said I f * oddsbnds ! I'll no denial lake — you shall, Tho' Kate is in Ihe suds.' But what he had to dine upon, In faith I shall not say; But I'll wager he'll not come again Upon a washing-day. For it is thump, thump, &c. On that sad morning, when I rise I make a fervent prayer Unto the pods, that it may be Throughout the day quite fair; That not a gown nor handkerchief May in the ditch be laid, For shnu'd it happen so, egad I shou'd catch a broken head. For it is thump, thump, &c DENNIS M'PHANE. SEARCH Erin all over, you can- not discover So fickle a lover as Dennis M'Pbane: The simple and witty, the gay and the pretty, In town and in city know Den- nis M'Phane. His flattering tongue wins old and young, Bewilders the senses, and puz- zles the brain ; And yet you'll find, each maid in- clined To listen with pleasure to Den- nis M'Phane. Oh! get thee gone. Dennis, Thou'rt true to none, Dennis, But veering about like a light weather vane; ■2 Oh ! fie for shame, Dennis, Thou'rt much to blame, Dennis, But I cannot blame thee, deur Dennis M'Phane. From Cork to Kilkenny, you can- not find any, Who've flatter'd so many, as Dennis M'Phane, No creature has ever, with bane- ful endeavour, More true lovers sever'd, than Dennis M'Phane. His flattering tongue wins old and young, Against the deluder they strug- gle in vain, And yet you'll find they're still inclined To listen with pleasure to Den- nis M'Phane. Oh! get the gone, &c. THE DRAKE AND THE GANDER. SINCE the muse in our time g much addicted to rail, 'Tis oft hard from censure to weather ; So I'll sing of a Drake and a Gan- der, a tale, Who set out a courting toge- ther;— Says the Drake, sir, you're wild, and may carry the rig To some mate that will cause you to rue ; But the Gamier would flutter his- wings, and look bip, Saying, sir, I'll be d— n'd if I do! "With a quack, quack. But as often in life we our pro- vince mistake, While we think it the flood of good luck ; A young goose very soon stole the heart of the Drake, While the Gander was won by a Duck : 224 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Though at times both could swim, >et dame nature's stern hand Very soon caused both ladies to fret; For the Gander was found but too often on land, And the Drake wa9 too fond of a whet. With his quack, &c. Or, when seen out together, the Ducks would all stare At a Drake with a wife twice his size; And the Geese to the Gander would blowing- repair, Wl»i!e his Duck seem'd a dwarf in their eyes : Thus the saying arose, heard so often in life, Whene'er censure endeavours to roast, — 1 here's a woman and husband, a man and his wife ! As they march on like pillar and post. Singing quack, quack, &c THE SOHO BAZAAR. LADIES in furs, and Gemmen in spurs ! Who lollop and lounge about all day: The Bazaar in Soho is completely the go- Walk into the shop of Grimaldi ! Come from afar, here's the Ba- zaar! — But if you won't deal with us, stay where you are. Here's rouge to give grace to an old woman's face, Trowsers of check for a sailor ; Here's a cold ice, if you pay for it twice, And here's a hot goose for a tailor. Soho Bazaar, come from afar: Sing ri fal de riddle, and tal de ral la. 2 Here's a cock'd hat, for an opera flat- Here's a broad brim for a Qua* ker; Here's a white wig for a Chan- cery prig, And here's a light weight for a baker. Soho Bazaar, &c. A fring'd parasol, or a toad-iu the-hole, A box of japan to hold backy ; Here's a relief for a widow in grief— A quartern of Hodges's jacky. Soho Bazaar, &c. Here, long enough, is a Lottery puff; (I was half drunk when it caught me), It promis'd, my eyes! what a ca- pital prize: And here's all the rhino it brought me. Soho Bazaar, &c. ' Put it down to the bill,' is the fountain of ill; This has the shop-keepers un- done ; Bazaars never trust — so down with your dust, And help us to diddle all Lon- don. Soho Bazaar, &c. BEWARE OF LOVE. DEEP as the fountain of this beat' ing heart, Free as the vital streams from thence that flow, Dear as my life, with which I'd sooner part, Than forget to thee the gratitude I owe. Unvaried with the varied change, Through coast or climate as we range, No, no, no, no, no, mother, no, I'll ne'er forget the love, the gra- titude I owe. POP! LAK AND ( lion E SONGS 22.1 Blytlo- ri that cheer the blushing morn, Pulsed In this heart, dear sister, diddle, bo diddle dee, \\ hilt* th^ hone y-ino.iii lasted a m rck ami aho\ e. And then 'twas all mustard for .1 Sir Jerry was fond of tit bits. And my lady fell into historical fits, Then \'or jealousy drank herself out of ber wits. Then she walk'd about like Mad Bess, with a whisp of straw in one band, and comfort bottle in t'other, tinging He prov'd false, and I undone. Hey diddle, Ac. At last by this sad hydrofogy she died, Hey diddle, ho diddle dee, And her grim ghost it came to Sir Jerry's bedside, Saying, 4 * List! oh! list— for I'm come for thee." Sir Jerry he hid himself under the clothes, But the g-host out of bed pull'd him soon by the toes, Threw him out of the window, and cried, M There he goes!" And there he went, sure enough, singing Hey diddle, &c. LEWIE GORDON. O SEND Lewie Gordon hame, And the lad 1 daur na name, Tho' his back be at the wa', Here's to him that's far awa. O boa, my Highlandinan ! O my bonny Highlandinan, Weel wou'd I iny true love ken Ainang ten thousand Highland- men. O to see his tartan trews, Bonnet blue, and laigh - heelM shoes, Philibeg aboon his knee, Thai's the lad that I'll gang wi*. O hon, &c« •i Tliis lovely youth, of whom 1 !«. fitted lor to be a k'n. On bii breast na Wi You'd tak him fbf the jod of war. O hon ! to see this princely one Seated on a royal throne, Disasters a 1 wou'd dlsap| i Then begins the jub'lee year. O hon, &c. POOR BROWN BESS. RECITATIVE. AS through Hyde Park the vet'ran chanc'd to halt, The Guards close pass'd him o\\ a grand field day, He stopp'd and sigh'd — 'twas age and not his fault That kept him pris'ner, he was heard to say. Else had he still for Britain brarely darM, For George and liberty fresh courage shed, Fought all those battles he once nobly shar'd, And in his country's cause his last had bled. But old, decrepid, and of strength bereft, Few were the hairs upon his sil- ver head ; With wounds all cover'd he reluc- tant left The bed of honour for a homely bed. His crutch now propp'd his tott'- ring steps along, And as he dimly view'd the glittering crowd, With tears of rapture, yet of an- guish strong, A soldier's firelock he ad dress'd aloud : Then farewell those days of glory, At my grief you may well guess; OH have I declar'd my story. How I've lov'd my Poor Brown Bess. 22S POPULAR AND CHOlCti SONGS, Forty-five long years her lover, M\ fond anus .she us'd to press ; Twelve sad years and more are over, Since I've hugg'd my Poor Brown Ress. Her skin, though not so soft and fair, As eoine nice dames, I must con- fess. Vet. as much good time and care Has been employ'd on Poor Brown Bess. faithful still to ev'ry duty. For parade whene'er I'd dress ; Neat and clean— a polish'd beauty, Ever came my Poor Brown Bess. Of her fame our foes can mention, Loud report, to their distress ; Soon she silene'd all dissension, Such a voice had Poor Brown Bess. But, alas! those times are past now. Age and wounds my frame pos> sess ; Death I find approaching- fast now, So fare well, my Poor Brown Bess. One request, oh ! don't oppose me, Ere the turf my corpse shall press, Or the coffin quite enclose me. By my sids place Poor Brown Bess. And at night, when the dance in the village is o'er, On my pillow I strew the fresh rosea oi' spring. When I hide in the forest from noon's scorching beam, 'W bile the torrent's deep mur mars re-echoing sound, When the herds quit their pasture to quaff the clear stream, And the flocks in the vale lie extended around. I muse, but my thoughts are con- tented and free, I regret not the. splendor of riches and pride , The delights of retiieinent are dearer to me Than the proudest appendage to greatness allied. I sing, and my song is the carol of joy, My cheek glows with health, like the wild rose in bloom ; £ dance, yet forget not, though blithesome and gay, That I measure the footsteps that lead to the tomb. Contented to live, yet not fearful to die, Y\ ith a conscience unspotted I pass through life's scene ; On the wings of delight every mo- ment shall fly, And the end of my days be re- sign'd and serene. THE CONTENTED SHEPHERD. BY the side of a mountain, o'er- shadow'd with trees, With thick clusters of vine in- termingled and wove, 1 behold my thatch'd cottage, dear mansion of ease ! The seat of contentment, of] friendship, and love Each morn when I open the latch of my door, My hearl throbs with rapture ta dear the birds sing ; 2 YOUTHFUL HEARTS. YOUTHFUL hearts of love's in- vasion, Love's soft impulse can't restraia Still they list not to persuasion. Sporting with a lover's pain. Till before the shrine of beauty, Age, with dotage, blindly kneels Then love listens to love's duty And a mutual flame reveals. As the child with bauble tir'd, Till another wants the toy, Then 'tis eagerly admired, Sweetest source of all its joy. POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. 229 FOIl NOW THE WIND A TEMPEST BLOWS. THE morn was fair, and fresh the breeze, \\ ben anchor weigh'd, and hlythe the crew, We SCttdded cheerly o'er the seas, And bade the distant shores adieu. As on we sail'd, some Hying- squalls Along- the western welkin rose; Turn up, my lads,' the boatswain calls, For now the wind a tempest blows. The top-sails dous'd, the squall flew past, Our vessel righted on her Keel : Again the sails ascend the mast, . mi we hope and transport feel! But soon were hope and transport lost, Again the weather scud came o'er, Against the rocks our vessel lossM, And stranded on our native shore. FATHER AND I. MOTHER were dead, and sister were married, And nobody at home but father and I ; So I thought, before longer I tar- ried, To get a good wife my fortune rd try; But I swore she the moral should be of my mother, Bor ne'er was a better wife under the sky ; So we mounted our nags, to find out such another, And set out a courting did fa- ttier and I. Farmer Chaff have a dawter that** famous tor breeding, She do daunce, and do play, and do sing, and do write; But the never would talk, she ■ ere alwayi n reading About ravishments, devils, and ghostes In while ! i ! i i % ■ i. ;■ t that ran you wo'n't And me n pood one ; Te !)<• mine, girl, farothei fish thon must fry ! The wife for my money muti make a pood pudding. So we'll wish you good morn- ing, father I. As to Lnnnnn, to manage like other folks scorning, They set down to breakfast when we went to sup! — At midnight they diu'd, — they supp'd in the morning, And went to bed at the time Ave got up ! Then, so poor, but that I'd no bear! to make fun on, They could not afford any cover- ing to buy, So, shivering with cold, we the girls left in Luimun, And come back to the country, father and I. But, Lord ! farmers' girls be as bad as their betters, — Poor Prudence and Decency left in the lurch ! They paints pictures and faces, writes stories and letters, And dresses like sheets stand- ing up in a church, Stead of sitting at home, shirts and table-cloths darning, Or pickling of cabbage, or making a pie, AH the clodpoles are standing-, astouned at their laming, Sad wives for the likes of fa- ther and I. So just, as we did not know what to bo arter, * Odds wounds!' cried out fa- ther, ■ a neighbour of mine Died a twelvemonth ago, — left a <- ; sler and daughter, And they both can milk cow- and make gooseberry wine. 230 1 Ok'ULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. On to see 'em we went,— tbis fell out on a Monday, — Neitherstood shillyshally, look'd foolish or shy ; The license were bought, and, the very next Sunday, They were both of them mar- ried to father and I. THE LADY OF KIENAST TOWER. IT is the lady of Kienast Tower, of love she will not hear, And she sits alone in her moun- tain-bower, though woo'd by prince and peer; jTor she hath made a vow in her pride, her husband none to call, Save he who shall round her castle ride, on the edge of its outer wall ! O ! the castle-wall is narrow, and the castle-wall is high ; And the brain would reel were you but to stand and gaze on the gulf a-nigh ! And the bones of many a Ritter bold lie whit'ning down in the dell, While that lady proud sits in her hall, and laughs as all were well. It is Sir Albert, of Thuringy, who kneels to the maiden now; She has looked but once on his dark bine eye, and she rues her cruel vow; She loves at last, and she shud- ders to see the knight on his courser bound ; But her fears are vain, for he gal- lops as free as though it were listed ground. The lady hath donned her richest weeds, to greet that cham- pion bold, But he sits unmoved on his sable steed, and his speech is care- less and cold ; — 2 * I married, last morn, a fairer bride, and, if single, would not wed thee ; I peril'd my life but to humble thy pride, and to punish thy cruelty !" THE SOLDIER'S OATH OF ALLEGIANCE. THE standard of freedom's dis play'd; Ye Britons your all is at stake; Then, sacredly, under its shade, The oath of allegiance take. While angels strong zeal shall im- part, Let these words through the ranks loudly ring, I swear, and may heav'n judge my heart, To fight for my country and king. For those friends that commend me and sigh, Those dear comforts, my chil- dren and wife, And every natural tie That invig'rates the spring" "f my life; In a word, that our deeds may impart Those joys peace and liberty bring; I swear, and may heav'n judge my heart. To fight for my country and king. MATTHEW MUGGINS. SOME say that a bachelor's life wo'n't do, Others say that it's merry and mellow ; Some say it is like an old glove or a shoe, Good for nothing — for want of a fellow: A bachelor I, to wed not afraid, If a partner for life I can gain ; I'm warm in the pocket, a chand- ler by trade, Matthew Muggins, of Mincing- lane. POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. 231 I think 1 had best advertise for a It our general method iu trade i^ ; < .itlt'inau wanting a partner Gives this gentle hint to the ladies : He don't care how pretty she is, if no shrew, If food humoured, don't mind if she's plain; II wearing the small-clothes she'll always leave to Matthew Muggins, of Mincing* lane. If nineteen to the dozen, when kind, her tongue I could listen all day to her prattle ; If her clapper runs cross, I need only suppose, 'Tis the watchman a-springing his rattle. She may dress as she likes — only dressed let her go, Naked Veuuses don't suit my vein; Such, such is the wife for that neat little beau, Matthew Muggins, of Mincing- lane BE HUSHED, YE BITTER A\ INDS. BE hushed, be hushed, ye bitter winds ! Ye pelting rains, a little rest; Lie still, lie still, ye busy thoughts That wring with grief my ach- ing breast. O, cruel was my faithless love To triumph o'er an artless maid ; O, cruel was my faithless love To leave the breast by him be- tray 'd. When exiled from my native home. He should have wiped the bitter tear; i N>r left me, faint, and louo to roam, A heart-sick, weary wanderer here. My child moans sadly in my armj The winds they will not let it ■teeu ; Ah! little knows the hapless babe, What makes its wretched mo ther weep. Now lie thee still, my infant dear, I cannot bear thy sobs to see; Harsh is thy father, little one, And never will he shelter thee. O, that I were but in my grave, And winds were piping o'er me loud, And thou, my poor, my orphan babe, Were nestling in thy mother's shroud. ROSY ANNE. FREQUENT, at early blush of mora, O'er yonder flow'ry meed I've ran ; Brush' d the bright dew-drops from the lawn, To steal a kiss from Rosy Anne. Tia she can smooth life's rugged road, The chequer'd path with thorns o'er ran ; Virtue adorns the blest abode, And loves to live with Rosy Anue ! Come, smiling spring, with lovely green, Coine,fragrant gales, that gently fan, Come, summer skies, and sweet serene, And deck the cot of Rosy Anne ' To misers give the sordid wealth, To topers give the flowing can. To me, kind powers! the blessin ; health, A faithful friend, and Rosy Anne X3 POPULAIt AND CHOICE SONGS. t>32 THE PRECIOUS GOBLET. SEE Ihe jolly god appears, In his hand the bowl he rears, Quaffing- let me drown my care, And all thy noble spirit share. Precious goblet, cup divine, Let ine quaff thy rosy wine. Let my hoary honours grow, Wrinkles trespass on my brow ; Let them come, prepar'd I stand, And grasp my goblet in my hand. Precious goblet, &c. Cupid, in my youthful hour. Led ine captive of his power, Now, with branches from the vine, I guard ine from his dart divine. Precious goblet, &c. Bacchus, jolly god ! appear, None butchoicest friends are here; Pierce thy oldest, deepest cask, And let us drain the frequent flask. Precious goblet, &c. THE STAGE-STRUCK BARBER. DICK Friz was a barber's man, A barber's man I say, But Thalia did his heart trepan, And he wae resolved to play. As Figaro he did appear, Nor varied from his trade, And lie did the part so very queer, That he ne'er again it played. As Dicky Gossip he next came To play upon the stage, But soon the audience cried out shame, For he put them in a rage. This put poor Dicky at a stand, And spoiled all his bliss, Fur, when he expected ev'ry hand, He got nought but a hiss. As Thalia proved an unkind jade, To Melpomene he turned ; He ne'er again thought on his trade, For tragedy he burned. In crooked Richard now he starts \\ hen be lu-holds the ghosts; Of his success in all his parts Unto his friends he boasts. The water now was hissing hot, His razor was so keen. But like that great man he was not, His like there'll ne'er be seen. Dick, finding that he could not play, Resolved the stage to leave, I am no Richard, Dick did say, And so I will not grieve. THE MAID OF GLASGOW HIGH on a shaggy sea-worn rock, Proud jutting o'er the roaring flood, With many a sigh, and wishful look, The weeping maid of Glasgow stood. ' Blow fair, blow fair,' she cried, ' sweet gale ! Blow fair, and smooth the raging sea ; Be kind to love, fill up each sail, And bring my Jamie safe to me.' Light sailing o'er the foaming surge, There came two swans of fair degree, In plaintive notes they sang the d i rge Of British sailors gone to sea. ' Come, tell, sweet birds, come tell me truth, By your white breasts and sable feet, Saw ye my love— the bravest youth That ever sailed in any fleet?' ' Ah ! maiden fair, by love op- prest, Restrain those tears — 'tis vain to weej) ; Near Portugal your Jamie rest, In the cold bosom of the deep PUPULAK AND CHOH 233 Dark was the night, hid wai rock, And rapid, rapid rmn thettream;' lhe morning dawned, lair Jenny woke, And thanked her fate it was ■ dream. Loud blew the post his warning horn — Long had she watched the wel- come sound- Quick did she glance the letter o'er. As quickly dropped it on the ground ! From her Mushed cheek the blood withdrew ; \\ itli weak and falt'rfog breath she cried — * My dream is true— vain life, adieu !' Then broke her heart — sank down— and died! PADDY CAREY'S FORTUNE. TWAS at the town of nate Clog- heen, That Sergeant Snapp met Paddy Carey ; A claner boy was never seen, Brisk as a bee, light as a fairy: His brawny shoulders four feet squnre ; His cheeks like thumping red potatoes ; His legs would make a chairman stare ! And Pat was lov'd by all the la- dies. Old and young, grave and sad, Deaf and dumb, dull or mad, Waddling, twaddling, limping, squinting, Light, brisk, and airy — AH the sweet faces at Limerick races, From Mullinavat to Maghera- felt, At Paddy's beautiful name would melt! The bow la would cry, and look so shy, ■> Och! Cushlamachree, did you ne- rer The jolly boy, the darling joy, the ladies* toy, Nimble-footed, hi i caeek'd, early-headed Paddy Cane o, tweet Paddy! beautiful Padd\! Nate little, tight little, Paddy Carey! His heart was made of Irish oak, Yet soft as streams from I Killarney, His tongue was tipt with a bit o* the brogue, But the deuce a bit at all of the blarney. Now Sergeant Snapp, so sly and keen, While Pat was coaxing duck- legg'd Mary, A shilling slipt, so nate and clane, By th' powers! he listed Paddy Carey ! Tight and sound— strong and light Cheeks so round — eyes so bright — \\ histling, humming, drinking, drumming, Light, tight, and airy— All the sweet faces, &c. The sowls wept loud, the crowc" was great, When waddling forth came Wi- dow Leary ; Tho' she was crippled in her gait Her brawny arms clasp'd Paddy Carey ! ' Och ! Pat,' she cried, ■ g,j buy the ring ; Here's cash galore, my darling honey.' Says Pat, « you sowl ; I'll do that thing ;' And clapt his thumb upon he money. Gimblet eye — sausage nose — Pat so sly— ogle throws — Leering, tittering, jeering, frit lering. Sweet W idow Leary ! All the sweet facet, Ac x a 234 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. When Pat bad thus his fortune made, He press'd the lips of Mistress Leary, And mounting straight a large cockade. In captain's boots struts Paddy Carey ! He grateful prais'd her shape, her back, To others like a dromedary ; Her eyes, that seem'd their strings to crack, Were Cupid's darts to Captain Carey ! Kate and sweet — no alloy — AH complete— love and joy. Ranting, roaring, soft adoring, Dear Widow Leary! All the sweet faces at Limerick races. From Mullinavat to Maghera- felt, At Paddy's promotion sigh and melt; The sowls all cry, as the groom struts by, Och ! Cushlamachree, thou art lost to me. The jolly boy! the darling boy! The ladies' toy ! the widow's joy ! Long sword girted, nate short skirted, Head cropt, whiskers chopp'd, Captain Carey ! O sweet Paddy, beautiful Paddy! White -feather'd, boot-leather'd, Paddy Carey ! WE LAUGH AT SUCH DIS- SEMBLING FOOLS. LOVE, and mirth, and wine uniting, Fill our souls with joys sublime ; Lured by pleasures so inviting, \\ ho would grudge to spend his lime? Snarling cynics, that despise us, Yet in secret court the bliss, May with sober face advise us. Liking what they call amiss. But we boldly take our pleasure. And despise their empty rules; Fill up all our joyous measure — Laugh at such dissembling fools* THE MARINERS' SONG. 'TIS a time of pride when the bark is prancing, Like an Arab steed, o'er the waste of waves, When her path behind in light is glancing, And the fire-white foam her bowsprit laves ; Then, then is the time of proud emotion, — And if in the bosom a proud one sleep, 'Twill awake to dance to the mu- sic of ocean, And sweep, with the winds, o'er the weltering deep. With my bark through her own blue path careering, I never can envy the landsman's bliss; No sun on the shore ever shono so cheering As it sparkles down on a world like this ! What music can make the heart so sprightly As the roll of the billows in the breeze ? What ball upon earth ever shone so brightly As the stirring dance of the sun- lit seas? I MET LOVE WANDERING. I MET love wandering o'er the wild, In semblance of a simple child; I heard his name, and in the sound So much of sweet persuasion found, That, piteous of his tears, l^ress'd The little darling to my breast, And watch'd his quiet slumbers there, With all a fathers tender care. POPULAR AND (Ho|( E M).\(.S. 235 D day to day the orphan And wiiii him my affections too; Till at last, around my mind Th« winnii '^ely twin'd, i baby form to prize I me ofihose w ithin niac • And lov'd the young adopted more Than ever sire did son before. Ah, wretch! what mischief hast thou done To one who lov'd thee like a son ! II «w could'st thou dim the doat- in^ I Which did thee like their babies prise ? HOW break the heart of him who presa'd Thee cold and weeping" to his breast. And watched thy quiet slumbers there, With all a father's tender care? THERE'S NOTHING LIKE WHISKY. OH ! light is the heart ever jocund and ^ay, If for whisky in plenty your pocket can pay, If you're e'er so melancholy, and cannot tell why, It can brighten your soul, though it deadens your eye: It* sorrow should vox you, and care should perplex you, Get tipsy enough, and your cares all depart ; For there's nothing- like whisky to make a man frisky, To soften his Borrows and light- en his heart. If in love with one maid, who your flame would deride, Drink enough, you'll see charms in a dozen beside ; Drink more, and your victory then is complete, For you'll find you're in love with each girl that you meet. If Ihe iturc ibould 1 1 eat h«-i , Rut a plentiful drop of good whisky Impart, F< r there's nothing like whisky to make a - ill 1 1 isky, To cure all her ills and to soften her heart ! Oh, whisky ! dear whisky ! it charms and Cajoles, For it lies like a friend at my heart and consoles ! No grief be it ever so smart can subdue, While I have but, dear whisky, my flask full of you. Oh! let it, ye powers, rain whisky in showers, And when 'tis dried up, please some more to impart, For there's nothing like whisky makes an Irishman frisky, It gladdens his features and lightens his heart. THE MODEL. MY friend is the man I would copy through life, He harbours no envy, he causes no strife ; No murmurs escape him though fortune bears hard, Content is his portion, and peace his reward. Still happy in his station, He minds his occupation, Nor heeds the snares, Nor knows the cares, \\ hich vice and folly bring; Daily working wearily, Nightly singing cheerily, Dear to him his wife, his home, his country, and his king. His heart is enlarged, though his income is scant. He lessens his little for others that want ; Though his children's dear claims on his industry press, He has something to spare for the child of distress. B3G POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. He seeks no idle squabble, He joins no thoughtless rabble ; To clear his way, From day to day, His honest views extend; When he speaks 'tis verily, When he smiles 'tis merrily; Dear to him his sport, his toil, his honour, and his friend. How charming- to find in his hum- ble retreat, That bliss so much sought, so un- known to the great! The wife only anxious, her fond- ness to prove, The playful endearments of in- fantine love. Relaxing from his labours, Amid his welcome neighbours, With plain regale, With jest and title, The happy hero see, No vain schemes confounding- him, Ail his joys surrounding him, Dear he holds his native land, its laws, and liberty. THE NEWCASTLE WEDDING. NEIGHBOURS, I'm come for to tell ye, Our skipper and Moll's to be \vei\ t And if it be true what they're saying, Egad, but we'll be rarely fed. They've brought home a shoulder of mutton, Besides, there's two thumping fat geese, And when at the fire they're roasting, We're all to have sops in the grease. Blind Willy's to play on the fiddle. And there will be pies and spice dumplings. And there will be bacon and peas, Besidr.s a great lump of beef b.»il'd, And they may get crowdies who please. To eat of such good things as these are, I'm sure, you've but seldom the luck, Besides, for to make us some pot tage. There'll be a sheep's head and a pluck. Blind Willy's to play on the fiddle. Of sausages there will be plenty, Black puddings, sheep-fat, and neats' tripes, Besides for to warm all our noses Great store of tobacco and pipes ; A room they say there is pro- vided For us at the Old Jacob's Well, The bridegroom he went there this morning, And spoke for a barrel of yell. Blind Willy's to play on the fiddle. There's sure to be those things I mentioned, And many things else, and I learn There's white bread and butter and sugar, To please every bonny young; bairn. Of each dish and glass you'll be welcome To eat and to drink till you stare. I've told you what meat's to be at it, I'll next teH you who's to be there. Blind Willy's to play on the fiddle. Why, there's to be Peter, the hangman, Who flogs the folks at the cart's tail ; And Bob, with his new sark and ruflie, Made out of an old keel sail; , LAR AND CHOK 237 And Tib on the quay who Whose mother oft strove to made Her to kei'|) from the lads, but ■ ouldn't, Until she got by them betray'd. Blind \\ illy's to play on the fiddle. A:\A there will be Bandy, the cobbler. A\ hose belly's as round as a . And Doll, wilh her short petti- tts, To display her white stockings and leg; And Sail, who when snug in a corner, A sixpence, they say, wo'n't re- tire, She cursed when her father got drowned. Because he had on his new shoes* Blind Willy's to play on the fiddle. And there will be Sam, the quack doctor, Of skill and profession he'll crack ; And Jack who would fain be a soldier, But for a great hump on his back ; And Tom in the streets for his living "\\ ho grinds razors, scissors, and knives ; And two or three merry old wo- men, That c.i.l * mugs and doubler's wives.' Blind Willy's to play on the fiddle. But, neighbours, I'd almost forgot For to tell ye— exactly at one The dinner will be on the table, And music will play till it's done; \\ he n you'll be all heartily wel- come Of this merry feasting to share : 9 But if \ LIFE'S w BATHER GAGE. I'M for Tom Tiller's golden maxim, Who studies lifo in ev'ry stage, He'll tell you plainly, if you ax him, Content's this life's best wea- ther-gage. I own, Tom lias but little learn- Such as your flats pick up at school ; Yet he is cunning and discerning, And tho' no conjuror, Tom's no fool. A tar, cried Tom's, to peace a stranger, For fortune's tempest cuts and drives, No single moment free from dan- ger, And so does ev'ry man that Jives. In toil and peril, he his pari takes, Stands fire, and hurricane, and shot, He has his qualms, his head-aches, beart-aches, And where's the lubber who has not ? The gold he gets does good to others, Though he at random lets it fly ; For, as mankind are all his bro- thers, He keeps it in the family; Hair-breadtli escapes each hour he weathers, No moment he can call his own : And thus are men put to their te- ther-., Up from the cottage to the throne. The thing is this, in ev'ry station, We're horn for pleasure or for trouble ; and, if you strike to each vexa- tion, Good Hope's true Cape you'll never double ; 2 (Bat take the good and evil < lutrly And mm up creditor and debtor. If in this world they uoe you queerly, Be honest and you'll find a better. THE WRECK. HARK! how the distant thunders rolls, Fierce lightnings rend the air; Dread horror seize the frighted souls, To view the atmosphere. The raging seas with anger foam, Chill rain in torrents pour, The wearied tar thinks on hh home, While storms obscure the shore. The tatter'd ship on every side, Receives the dreadful shock, And each rude blast of wind di- vide Her timbers on some rock. The crew, still void of every fear. Each threat'ning danger brave. And leave no means untried to steer Them from a watery grave Alas! it is in vain they toil, And crowd upon the deck, The angry waves with vengeance boil, To view the awful wreck. All hopes now from their bosom fly, Yet, mercy they implore! Each manly heart breathes forth a sigh, And sinks to rise no more. WILLIAM AND SUE. YOUNG William, when he left his Sue, With tender accents bade adieu; Her gentle form he oft caress'd, And press'd her to his throbbing breast ; 1 Dear girl,' he cried, ' pray do not mourn, But faithful prove till I return.' 240 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. The ship not distant from the shore. The seas, like thunder, loudly roar; "Will's messmates bail him from the deck. While Sue ding's fast around his neck. Her heart with kindling- passions burn, With fears that he will ne'er re- turn. Poor Will, with many parting tears, Now to the vessel slowly steers ; She hangs her head, nor does she speak. While blushes paint her crimson cheek; Her aching heart beats with con- cern, With fears that he will ne'er re- turn. Twelve months in anguish Sue had past; But mark, the ship arrives at last, Will, stor'd with gold, soon hastes on shore, And meets the girl he does adore; No more with fears their bosoms burn, Sue blesses fate and hia return. PARODY ON THE SAILOR'S JOURNAL. ONE Monday morn 'bout half- past four, I rose quite merry and light hearted ; Equip t my neddy, and what's more, I buss'd my Nance before we parted. Make haste she cried, and do not stay, I fear you're ill, I hope His fancy, I mounted Ned and rode away, In hopes soon to return to Nancy. 2 To Billingsgate away I went, To see what fortune there would ■end me ; I met Poll Fry, late come from Kent, Who in love r s wars did oft be- friend me, I shook her hand, I kiss'd her cheek, She look'd quite charming, else 'twas fancy ; I swore I'd spend with her a week, I quite forgot my home and Nancy. My week being up, my money gone, One moon shine night I was re- turning, A thump I got full in my chops. From my wife Nance without a warning. Hallo, says I, what does this mean. This is rum usage, else 'tis* fancy ; Be off she cries, you vile spal- peen, I then tack'd ship, and so left Nancy. MAID OF MY HEART. MAID of my heart— a long fare well ! The bark is launched, the billows swell, And the vernal gales are blowing free To bear me far from love and thee! I hate Ambition's haughty name, And the heartless pride of wealth and fame; Yet now I haste through Ocean's roar, ! To woo them on a distant shore. Can pain or peril bring relief i To him who bears a darker grief? Can absence calm this feverish thrill ? An, no! for thou wilt haunt me still. POPULAR AM) CHOICE SONfJS. 241 THE SHIPWREI AVERT ytmomen^TaciouaHeav'o, The Ugly send ; By rising winds resistless driv'n, es the Rood. How bard the lot for Sailors east, That they should roam, For years to perish thus at last, la sight of home : For if the coming gale we mourn, A tempest blows, Our venel'a shattered bo ami torn, That down she goes. The tempest comes while meteors red Portentous fly, And now we touch old Ocean's bed, Now reach the sky. On fable wings, in gloomy flight, Friends seem to uait, To snatch us in this dreadful night, Dark as our fate. Unless some kind, some pitying pow'r Should interpose ; She labours so within this hour, Down she goes ! But see, on rosy pinions borne O'er the mad deep, Reluctant beams the sorrowing- morn, With us to weep. Deceitful sorrow, cheerless light, Dreadful to think ; The morn is ris'n in endless night, Our hopes to sink — She splits — she parts — through sluices driv'n, The water flows ; Adieu, ye friends !— Have mercy, heav'n ! For down she goe9 ! THE LAMPLIGHTER. I'M jolly Dick the lamplighter, They say the sun's my dad. And truly I believe it, sir. For I'm a pretty lad ; 2 Father and I the world do light. And mike it Ufc The difference i^, I light* by n And lather lights by «iay But father's not the likes of I, For knowing life and fun, For I queer tricks and fancy spy, Folks never shun the sun ; Rogues, owls, and bats, cant bare the light, I've heard your wise ones And so, d'ye mind, I sees at night, Things never seen by day. At night men lay aside all art, As quite a useless task, And many a face, and many a heart "W ill then pull off the mask; Each formal prude and holy wight Will throw disguise away, And sin it openly at night, Who sainted it all day. His darling hoard the miser views, Misses from friends decamp. And many a statesman mischief brews, To this country o'er his lamp; So father and I, d'ye take me right, Are just on the same lay ; I bare-fae'd sinners light by night And he false saints by day. MARY MARTON. POOR William was landed at bonny Dumbarton, Where the streams from Loch- lomond run into the sea, At home in sweet Ireland lie left Mary Mar ton, With a child at her foot, and a babe on her knee. The regiment march'd off when the passage was over, The route was for England by land all the way ; No, never to halt but at Rams-ate or Dover, Embark in the ships that were then in the bajf Y 242 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS Fond Mary, the while, in her spirit quite broken, Disturbed in her sleep, and per- plex'd in her mind; No letter from William, no tidings, no token, Uesolv'd , at all hazards, her hero to find ; O! what in this world can deter a true lover ? It is not long journeys by land or by sea ; 'Tween hope and despair, in a boat without cover, She cross'd to Port Patrick from Douag-hadee. The Irish are true to humanity's claims, And the Scots and the English are never unkind ; Pcor Mary found friends from the Boyne to the Thames, As she trudg'd with her babes in a wallet behind ! Arriv'd at the coast — by her sor- rowful tale, She soften'd the Captain to take her on board ; And never, O ! never, did mariner sail With a couple like William to Mary restor'd ! HEY FOR A LASS WI' A TOCHER. AWA wi' your witchcraft o' beauty's alarms, The slender bit beauty you grasp in your arms ; 0, gie me the lass that has acres o' charms, 0, gie ine the lass wi' the we el stockit farms. Then hey for a las3 wi' a tocher ; Then hey for a lass wi' a tocher ; Then hey for a lass wi' a tocher, The nice yellow guineas for me. Your beauty's a flower, in the morning that blows, And withers the faster, the faster it grows ; 2 But the rapturous charm o" tho bonie preen knowes, Ilk spring they're new deckit wi* bonie white ewes. Then hey, &c. And e'en when this beauty your bosom has blest, The brightest o' beauty may cloy, when possest, But the sweet yellow darlings wi' Geordie imprest, The langer ye hae them, the mair they're carest. Then hey, &c. THE JOYS OF THE BOTTLE. WHAT joys with the bottle could ever compare ! 'Tis the balm, 'tis the comfort of life ! To banish dull sorrow, to chase away care, And keep every mortal from strife. It binds sacred friendship, it strengthens the chain, O'er life it doth sweetness im- part, It adds an arch smile to the merry man's mien, Diffuses good cheer o'er the heart. Then fill up your glasses and ' merrily sing Success to Old England, and God save the King ! So cheerful and happy we'll pass time away, Fearless of to-morrow, and happy to-day. Since the world's but a phantom, a dream at the best, Why should we spend time in despair ? He's the man I revere who loves a good jest, Or laughter, to banish dull care. As long as I float on this ocean of life, 'Tis drinking will e'er be my boast, I A bvBl ll boa ril, a trie nil, and a \\ ifc, \N itli iiu«i'wi- shall be the toast. Then fill, &e. that bleat liquor, in- v tar, defy, like a Briton, the toe: , pi vi|> hn spirits, 'mid hor- ra of war, He lays the proud enemy low ! I ich blessings dif- und, W hy should sorrow the heart e'er assail ? la England*! iweet We may such blessings be found. And merriment always prevail. Then till. THE WILD IRISHMAN. ONE moon-shiny morning I came from Tialee : With a hey pip, and sing dri- mendoo whack ! Small brains in de hat, where my brains cbanc'd to be, And fait, to my coat, sure, I'd only one back. I'd a clumsy shillelagh, pluck'd up by tbe root of it, For him who was saucy to taste the fruit of it. And thus from Tralee, Trundled over the sea, To London, so gay, I trotted away ; Where the streets I was told, Had all pave stones of gold ; But that was th* blarney of Thady O'Shann ; And when I came there, How the people did stare ! And what was it at but the wild Irishman ? With a toora-loo, foora-loo, dri- mendoo, whack ! Och, sure, how they star'd at the wild Irishman ! My cousin Mulrooney, he liv : d in de place ; With a hey, pip, and a drimen- • iloo, whaclr ! 2 i\l in my : Bad manners, Mid I, ncos don't crack. At net wid i rammer I found him a h< And just k i ■ i»to the 1'ivi O, Paddy, saj i I, Is ir you ? when awry, He cock'd up his phi/:, ag may he it is. And what br< u elf* O, says I, want of pelf. Says he,Sarrah, the rap, joy, raise for you I can ? It's all spent, at beat, So I'll give you the rest: And small comfort was that forde wild Irishman. With toora-loo, foora-loo, dri- mendoo, whack, O, small comfort was that to the wild Irishman. I'd not take to hay-making— a mere man of straw. With a hey,pip,anddriineadoo, whack ! Nor handle the hod ! so a sargeant I saw. And 'listed into the horse-in- fautry pack. Wid my figure and fire-lock, och, sure, I wa'nt stupid O, De ladies all call'd me the cavalry . Cupid, O ; 4nd fait I may say, I'd a bothering way. And when I was sent, To the grand continent, Half a score, without flams, Broke their hearts, or drank drams, And a howl, like a wake, thro' the pack of 'em ran. And when back I gt>, Made an officer If usha-grah ! how they'll fight for the wild Irishman. WiMi toora-loo, foora-loo, dri- drimendoo, whack L Musha-grah ! how they'll figh't for the wild Irishman ! V 9 241 POPULAR AM) CHOICE SONGS. JAMIE O' THE GLEN. AULD Rob, the laird o' muckle land, To woo me was na very blate, But spite o' a' his gear, he land, He came to woo a day o'er late. A lad sae blythe, sae fu' o' glee, My heart did never never ken, And nane can gie sic joy to me, As Jamie o' the glen. My minnie grat like daft, and raiv'd To gar me wi' her will comply, But still I wadna hae the laird, Wi' a' his ousen, sheep, and kye. A lad sae blythe, &c. Ah, what are silks and satins braw ? What's a' his warldly gear to me ? They're daft that casts themsels awa, Where nae content nor love can be. A lad sae blythe, &c. I«coird nae bide the silly clash Came hourly frae the gawky laird ; And sae, to stop his gab and fash. With Jamie to the kirk repair'dl A lad sae blythe, &c. Now ilk simmer's day sae lang-, And winter's clad wi' frost and snaw, A tuuefu' lilt and bonny sang. Ay keep dull care and strife awa. A lad sae blythe, &c. THE GREY MARE. YE youths who delight love's emo- tion to nurse, I'll leave you to sing- of your fair, Whilst I, tlio' unus'd to the jing- ling of verse, By gratitude urg'd, will most proudly rehearse, The feats of my fav'rite Grey Mare. How oft, when the dew-drops has hung on the spray, And the morning bids the sports- man prepare. Have I sprung from my bed, at the dawning of day, And to cover have gallopp'd,brisk, jocund, and gay, To mount on iny prancing Grey Mare. When the pride of the pack,— a staunch heavy hound, Cornea full on the strong tainted an, His deio notes proclaim that sly Reynard is found, How melodious they cry! — Away then Ave bound, ' Who's first r' — why the spright- ly Grey Mare. Arriv'd at the gate, whether five bars or no, The Jessamies tremble and stare, Whilst, as swift as a shaft from Toxopholite's bow, And as light as the wind, or the mountain's bred doe, High over, quick flies the Grey Mare. Thro' woods, and thro' thickets, our course we pursue, Despising the bramble's rude tear, At length we're at fault : — but hark, hark, there's a view ! Our spirits revive, the pursuit we renew, And still the field's led by the Mare. Perhaps some one falls, with a terrible crush, The rest neither heed it, nor care, But ditches o'erleap,thro' rivulets rush. Till bold Reynard is kill'd, and the trophy his brush, Is won by the dashing Grey Mare. POPULAR A\!> < IIOK 245 CHARMING KITTY. THO many a nymph may claim in > i ! -race, and fea- tures baadi V« t. Kaie, such charms to thee bt-l As well as are worth a monarch's ransom. And hail I India's wealth in Store, I*d shun with joy the court or city ; And live sequestered evermore, With joy sweet maid, my charm- ing Kitty. I many an acre, Kate, can boast, Large tracU of land, and » olden trea>ure ; Then come, sweet girl, I love thee most, I'll lay it at thy feet with plea- sure. For ihee I'll e'en the sex resign, The fair, the brown, the gay, and witty ; if Uiotilt be mine, and only mine, Sweet rustic maid, my charming- Kitty. Then leave the shepherds, bonny Kate, Lay by the crook, each care give over ; And let me henceforth on thee wait — A task bow pleasing- to a lover ! My life I'd dedicate to thee, A ud sing thee oft a tender ditty ; If thou'lt consent to live with me, Sweet rustic maid, my charming Kitty. QUEEN'S GARTERS. MY humble profession, though mean it may seem, Is better than infamy's lot ; It contributes of comfort a heart- cheering beam, To enliven my straw covered cot : And my mind is i. than .1 ■ hn for I En, i nice While iv cry, both in bent and in cold, Come buy of poor Clara Queen's A mother I have— but alas she is blind ; If J father was slain i And but for the help of benevo- lence kind, We, too, must have perish'd with woe ; For 'tis better to want than to plunder for gold, Like the thief who his inno- cence barters : So I pensively cry, both in heat and in cold. Come buy of poor Clara Queen's garters. I've all kinds and colours, to suit ev'ry taste ; — I've white for the unmarried maids ; I've blue for those lovers whose passion is chaste; — For blue, like true love, never fades. Thus I gain a small pittance, nor envy the gold For which too oft' innocence barters ; But pensively cry, both in heat and in cold, Come buy of poor Clara Queen's garters. GIVE ME LIFE'S LARGEST CUP. GIVE me then life's largest cup, Fill with pleasure, hll it up; Pleasure, such as love inspires, Melting- .joys and warm fiesta Keep, Oli ! keep it runnir.g «»*er. Till grown old I thirst no more. Y 3 246 POPULAR AND (HOICK SONGS. THE MARINER'S COMPASS. SAM Spritsail's a lad you'll de- light in, For friendship he's ever Agog ; Loves his king-, loves his wench, Had loves fighting*, And he loves — to be sure he loves grog-. Says Sam, says he, life's all a no- tion, And wants from the spirit a jog- : The world's a wide troubled ocean, And our rudder and compass is grog. For grog- is our larboard and star board, Our mainmast, our mizen, our log; At sea, or on shore, or in harbour, The mariner's compass is grog*. For grog it, our, &c. Let but grog take its charge of the helm, We perceive not the dangers at sea ; Or if billows the vessel o'eruhelm Still grog is the pilot lor me. Since grog saves the trouble of thinking, Then here's to each bold jolly dog; For lie that delights in good drink- ing W ill loss oft his full can of grog. > or grog is our, &c. Sam Spritsail, though grog he lov'd dearly, And its praise he enraptured would sing, Yet he fougbt for his country most cheerly, Lov'd his sweetheart, and ho- nour'd his king. For Sam's heart was spliced to his Nancy's, And his mind on the wench quite agog; Yet sailors have comical fancies. And dear as his life he loves grog. For grog is our, &c. •i SWEET CAROLINE. MY beating heart with rapture plows "\\ hene'er I view that form di- vine. My throbbing breast no passion knows, Save love for thee, sweet Care line! Let those, who wed alone for gold, Compare their transient blisg with mine, Whilst their affection waxeth cold, Mine warmer glows for Caro line. My beating heart, &c. SNIP'S DISASTER. OF all the sights I e'er could boast, I'll tell you one which pleased me most, 'Tis of the famous Mr. Snip, \\ ho lately took a country trip, A country trip — a country trip.. Who lately took a country trip. Both man and wife were seated snug, With Mary, John, and fav'rite pug, They started off at a good round rate, But stopt full short at Tyburn gate, At Tyburn gate, &c. The reason was, their famous steed, By chance was touch'd of the don- key breed, Not liking the frequent lash of the whip, He sulky turn'd on the hands of Snip, On the hands of Snip, &c. He cock'd his ears, he look'd quite fierce, His legs play'd harry, carte, and tierce, POPULAR AM) Cllnh 247 with prancing and foul play, i'd himself, and Uien the cha i Ami then the chaise, &c. The doc he bark'd, the party i M, The fulka they laugh'd to see Ihem Roor'd ; The mischief seein'd quite fun to some, Tho' Mrs. Snip had shew'd her b , Had shew'd her b , &c. Snip soon recover'd from his fright, Ilia cloatha adjusted wig- set right; Then turning to his spouse, my dear, Tu mount again indeed I fear, Indeed I fear, &c. They then walked back, seem d quite displeas'd, Baulk'd of their pleasure, this them teaz'd ; I saw them safe to Pudding Lane, Laugh'd hearty, tl.en away I came, Away I came, &c. GABY AND SUSY. MY name is Gaby Glum, I be'st tnrn'd of one-ami-twenty ; And my face I think, by gum, Will get me sweethearts plenty. Tho' my mammy cries, oh fie! What stuff runs in my noddle; "Why thinks I myself, thinks I, A courting I mun toddle. Spoken.} So, d'ye we, t'other flight I contrived to give mother the slip, tossed on my Sunday clothes, and having a bit o' a sweetheart in my eye, I toddled along the road with my bonds in my pockets, thus'n, singing — La ral, la, &c. 9 I • wur the name Of her l loT'd so dearlj : a mw*bon'd strapping da She m\ foot stood, or nearly* Twma night, and mat aaleep \\ as laid each inmate's middle >.<\<- rowier, wild did keep Snch a row, he made me toddle* Spoken.] Yes, the croas-grain'd cur wou'dn't be pacified, tho' I offered un a large slice of cheese which I stole out of mother*- pan- try : and dang it, d'ye know, when turned about to toddle home ngnin, he boned the skirl of my cat, and nearly spoiled my sing- ing La ral, &c. So 1 stroll'd about till day, \\ hen to the fields I went, sir, And found her making hay, So to tell my mind wur bent, sir; I talk'd of love, but Sue With frowns bedeck'd her nod die; And cross as cross could be, Told me I'd better toddle. Spoken.'] ■ Oh, Susy,' cried I, ; sweeter than the haycock you are tossing over, that rennet look of your's will turn the cream of my love into the curds and whey of despair.' At that moment a tall Irish haymaker jumped out o* the hedge. ■ Blood and turf,' says he, * don't be after teasing* the damsel ; she's given herself to me for better or worse, and bad manners to my grandmother's sis- ter's aunt's cat, but I'll be after tipping you such a molligroging tl*at shall spoil your singing La ral, vie. A great huge stick he had. And look'd as black as thunder; To ha' stopp'd I mun be mad, So thought best to knock under : For if a word I'd spoke. He'd sure ha* crack'd my noddle ; So not liking much the joke, I sung small, and off did toddle* 2 13 POPULAR AND CHOICE SON(iS. Spoken*] Yes, I did, and as Susy had proved false hearted, I'd a mighty notion to ha 1 drowned my- self, but some'at whispered to me — * Noa, noa; don' tee do that Gaby, set olF to Lunnun. and as thou has got a pratteish kind of a Wing;, ami can sing a decentish sort of a son"-, who knows but you may ret to sing- a ton o' the stage.' So ecod I took the advice, got safe to town, and by gom here I he's, always ready to sing you La ral, &c. BILLY VITE. fcOME all you blades both high and low, And you shall hear of a dismal go, It is all about one Billy Vite, YVho was his parents' sole delight. Ki tol, &c. He vas a collier all by his trade, And noted for a natty blade. Till he fell in love with Xolly Green, The prettiest lass that e'er was seen. Hi tol, &c. Now this here young voman I'd have you know, Xiov'd that are young man but wery so, so, Tor she vas wery vel varsM in letters, And fit to marrv poor Billy Vite's betters. Ri tol, &c. Now ven his suit she did deny, lie in a coal-pit vent to cry, Yen straightvay disappeared to him Old Nick, Who bid him tip her a penn'orth of white arsenic. Ri tol, &c. To poison her he vas wery, wery loth, So he mix'd it up in some sheep's head broth, And she did eat vhile she was able, Till she fell stiff stone dead un- derneath the table. lei tol, &c. One night ven he lay fast asleep, He plainly saw the ghost of a sheep, And unto him it straightvay said, A maid you've poison'd vith my head. Ri tol, &C. I come, says he, from Old Nick straight, He vants you and he vill not vait; I'll tie you up in your red gar- ters, And carry you avay top of my hind quarters. Ri tol, &c. Now avay they vent in a flash of fire, Vich made all the people wery much admire, They had never seen such a sight before, And I hope that they never wont see such a sight ever an y more. Ri toi, ftc. Now all you blades unmarried, Take varning by that are chap what's dead, And if he had never done any body any wrong, He might have been here to hear this here song-. Ri tol, &c. THE FLOWING BOWL. OF all Heaven gave to comfort man, And cheer his drooping soul. Give me the blessings ye who can To top the flowing bowl. When amorous Strephon, dying swain, Whose heart his Daphne stole, Was jilted, to relieve his pain He'd take the flowing bowl. I.Alt AM) ( HOICK BONGS. 219 When husbands hear, In hopeless I e knell be-in tO toll, mourni awhile, then for re- lief,— He seeks the flowing bowl. T'.ie tars, while swelling waves nn Old Ocean as they roll, In spite of dangers and the storm, They seek the (lowing bowl. The miner, who his devious way Works like the purblind mole, Still anxious for the loss of day, Finds it in the flowing bowl. It gives to poets lyric wit, 'Jo jesters to be droll ; Anacreoifs self had never wit. But for the flowing bowl. Moisten your clay, then, sons of earth. To Bacchus in ft shoal; Come on ye volunteers of mirth, And, by the flowing bowl, Become immortal, be adored, \Mongst gods your names enrol; Olympus be the festive board, Nectar the flowing bowl. JACK JUNK. WELL, say, can you fancy me, Peg, As you see me return'd from the wars ? Tis true, 1 have never a leg, And am decently coverd with scars ; What then, I've the use of my fins, 'J '■» get us a morsel thro' life. And tlio' propp'd upon two wood- en pins, I'll venture on you for a wife. You know ere I took to the sea, You call'd me a tight little lad, And though 1 am dock'd as you see, Here's a heart that you cannot call bad ; i I in sure it h.is still beat for you, A in'nl all the' liorrors »>t And I'll warrant you'll find me true-blue, \\ ith the heart of a right Bri- tish tar. Say then will you venture on me. To be your protector through, life; Kind, constant, and loving I'll be, As husband can be to a wife ; At my props you land-lubhers may smile, And of honest Jack Junk make a sport, But in this I resemble our isle, Which boasts of a wooden sup- port. DESCRIPTION OF A LONDON GALA. OF Madam Fig's gala and ronf, John Lump has discours'd like a parrot, For betwixt you and I that great lout Didn't know a ' sheep's head from n carrot;" Why your country routs ar'n't worth a straw, When with town one's compar'd, 'tis no hum, So I'll tell you of one which I saw. When servant to great Sir John Plum. sira. Kuinpti, tulle di, &c. It was on Miss Plums coming of age, That the rout I now sing of was given, sirs, [t beat all I e're saw on the stage, And indeed I thought I was in Heaven, sirs ; On the floors were chalk'd figures so tasty. The walls were all fesloon'd with flowers, sirs, On the tables were jellies and pastry, Just like horses, and castles, and towers, sirs. Rumpti, udle di, &x. POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Three rooms they were thrown into one. A stylish way now of proceed- ing, Ami in Yorkshire 'twould be but queer tun, What in London they call the best breeding- ; For to save gentry being- unruly, At the doors Bow-street runners attend, sirs, Which you'd think but a rummish way truly, Of receiving your intimate friends, sir. Ruinpti, udle di, &c. Such pushing, such shoving, such thrusting, And running good places to get, sirs ; Said Old Marrow, ' My belly is bursting !' ' What :' says I, ' 'for you've set down to eat, sir.' £ coachman was kill'd in the row, Which Miss Dolly Plum said was glorious, *nd when I just said, ' Miss pray bow ?' ' Why,' says she, * fool 'twill make us notorious ■ Ruinpti, udle di, &c. Lord Squintum's glass eye it got broke, Miss Snout lost her aquiline nose, sir, While Lady Bloom's cheeks, a good joke, Turn'd to whitey-brown stead of the rose, sir. 31rs. Eatall and old Lady Guttle, 'Bout some pudding had come to drawn daggers, sirs, And I tumbled over the scuttle, Which threw some young ladies in staggers, sirs. Ruinpti, udle di, &c. 3flr. Congee's bows I sha'n't for- get 'em, For in tossing his head, cock-a- hoou, sirs, 2 His wig nicely greas'd with poma- tum, Fell down plump in the turtle soup, sirs. Old Maw, who thought 'twas some nice dainty, With a fork fish'd it into his plate, sirs; Cut and slash'd and took mouth- fuls in plenty, Nor heeded Congee's shining pate, sirs. Rumnti, udle di, &c. After dinner came tea, and at ten The company stood up to dance, sirs, And Dowager Bombasin then Like a jack-ass in panniers did prance, sirs. We supp'd when the day was a dawning, And then danc'd again till quite light, sirs, What at seven o'clock in the morning, The company wish'd us good night, sirs. Ruinpti, udle di, &c. POLL'S NO GRATITUDE. WHENE'ER I chance a bit to roam, And Poll's retir'd to rest ; No peace for me when I come home, The peace t do love best. She raves and tears and bangs about, The tilings about is strew'd, She pulls my hair, or raps my snout, For Poll's no gratitude. ' Tho' perhaps I sigh, or shed a •tear, No quarters yet she gave ; I really think she would not care, If I was in my grave. Indeed, myself would not regret To be rid of this shrew, f never found the hussy ye* Had any gratitude. POPULAR AND ( HOICK SO - SSI THREE YEARS A SAILOR'S LIFE 1 LEI). THREE yean ■ taflor'i life I led, And plou-h'd the roaring sea, For why her foes should England dread, \\ bilBt all her sons be free; From France and Spain to earn my bread, I thought to fair d'ye see, Ami if a shot had ta'en my head, \\ hy there was an end of me. A med'cine for grief or care, [ steer'd my course to lind, Thenceforth an easy sail to bear, To run before the wind ; Their conj'ring skill let doctors boast, And nostrums of their shop, Where'er we search from ceast to coast, There's none like the golden drop. For gold we sail the world around, And dare the tempest's rage, For when the sparklers once are found, They'll ev'ry ill assuage. Tvrixt Jew and Christian, nota fig Of difference here we find; The Jew no loathing has to pig, It' 'tis of the Guinea kind. TIPPY BOB. MY' name's Tippy Bob, M ith a watch in each fob, View me round each side and the top, •I am sure I'm the thing, T^ay I wish I may swing, If 1 an't now a nice natly crop. I am up to each rig", Of my hat smoke the gig, Like candles my locks dangle down, And look in my rear, As an ostrich I'm oare, But the knowingest smart of the town. a The girll cry out Bobby, Come lure ll"obb\ , pi »ity Bobby Now squeaking, now bawling^ Then pulling and Uaul So smirking ;\iu\ pleat So coaxing and teai I can't get them out of -my nob. My vest a foot long, June capes in a throng', My breeches— my small clothes £ mean — From my chest to my calf, Damn the mob ! let tin inlaugk, I dress not by them to be seen. The strings of my knees, Like a chevaux-de-frize, My boots to the small of my leg ; My stick the non-such, No crop can me touch, For I swear I'm at home to a peg-, As I walk thro' the lobby, 6lc. Observe, well my shape. And the fall of my cape, It's the thing! quite the thing* damme an't it, And this bow round my neck, Would at least hold a peck, It may catch some old Duchesa too (mayn't it) Then under this collar, I've got a large roller, 'Tis just like a huge German saa- sage ; And squeez'd up so tight, That by this good light, It goes nearly to stop up the pas- sage. As I walk thro' the lobby, Ac ACROSS THE DOWNS. ACROSS the downs this morning. As betimes I chanc'd to go ; A shepherd led his flock abroad, All white as driven snow. But one was most the shepherd's care, A lamb so sleek, so plump and fait. Its wondYuus beauties in a w on. , To let you fairly know, 'Tv. as such ;is Nelly from the fire, Took off not long ago. 252 POPULAlt AND CHOICE SONGS. This lamb was blithe as midsum- mer, His frolic gambols play'd, And now of all the flock a-head, The pretty wanton slray'd ; A wolf that watch'd with greedy eyes, RushM forth and seiz'd the tender prize. The shepherd saw, and rais'd a stone, So round, so large I vow, 'Twas like the cake that Nelly laid Upon the shelf just now. This monstrous stone the shepherd flung, And well his aim he took, Yet scarce the savage creature deigu'd Around to cast a look ; But fled as swift with footsteps light, As he who brought the wine to- nig-ht : I try'd to stop the thief, but he Turn'd round in rage, good lack ! So mad the lawyer scarce can be That's hid in yonder sack. THE POOR MARINER. THE winds whistl'd shrilly, chill rain down was streaming, When from a dark cell where the sun ne'er had bearn'd in, Worn out with old age, press'd with hunger and grief, A sad son of Neptune call'd forth for relief: Give relief to, — oh, give relief to the poor Mariner He tremblingly begg'd, as the af- fluent pass'd him, The poor mite benevolent charity would cast him, Whilst from his dim eyes, hid by darkness' thick veil, The big tear gush'd forth while he told his sad tale ! Give relief to, &c. These eyes oft have seen the proud sink before ine, Have sparkled with joy at the signal of glory ; Have seen Briton's flag oft to con- quest aspire, Tho' now lost in darkness for want of expire ! Give relief to, &c. My life's been expos'd in defence of our laws, I've bled at each vein to support freedom's cause ; The billows of danger have stem'd without dread, Now faintly I struggle, now beg for my bread ! Give relief to, &c. Assist me, he said ;— the words trembling hung In accents most piteous on the vet'ran's tongue ; When the grim King of Terrors his sufferings regarded, And snatch'd him from hence, to where virtue's rewarded ! Death give relief to, &c. THE TEAR THAT BEDEWS A SOLDIER'S GRAVE. OF all sensations pity brings, To proudly swell the ample heart, From which the willing sorrow springs, In others grief that bears a part. Of all sad sympathy's delights, The manly dignity of grief, A joy in mourning that excites, And gives the anxious mind re. lief. Of these would you the feeling know, Most gen'rous, noble, greatly brave, That ever taught a heart tc glow, 'Tis the tear that bedews a soldier's grave. ion LAR AM) CHOICE SONGS. 251 For bard mid painful is bii lot, Lei dan i lie braves them all : Valiant perhaps to be forgot, Orundiatinguish'd doom'd to fall. Yet wrapt ill coHscious worth se- cure, The world, that now forgets his toil, He views with a retreat obscure, .And quits it with a willing smile. Then traveler one kind drop be- st*) w, 'Twere graceful pity, nobly brave ; Naaght ever taught the heart to glow Like the tear that bedews a soldier's grave. THE DRUMMER. DAPPER Ted Tat-too is my natty name, For Ihe roll or a travelly, Amongst the girls loud sounds my fame, "When I their quarters rally, For with fife and drum, I smirking come, Leer, cock my hat, Swear, and all that, Swear, and all that, Nor ever dread A broken head, "Where the cause of strife's a doxy ; But as for wars, And wounds and scars, And fighting-foes, And thumps and blow3, I'd rather fight by proxy. When chiefs and privates mingled lie, And gasp Avithout assistance. In baggage waggons pereb'd on high, Stand umpire nt a distance. And with fife and drum, I smirking come, 'Moiigst soldiers wives, Who lead merry lives, Nor ever dread, A l)r ktn ho. id, Wbei e the caoae nt strife*! a doxy Lot their hatbands go, And gainst the foe, Gain in, In honoui *n wars, IM rather fight by proxy. Yet think ye Tin not ronnuiiM, In foreign wars and civil, Why, sir, when sale at home and sound, Zounds! f could fight theDevil; And with ftfe ami drum, Can smirking come, And cock my hat, Leer and all that, Nor ever dread, A broken head, When the cause of strife's a doxy. Let others go, And, 'gainst the foe, Gain glory's scars, In honour's wars, I'd rather fight by proxy. Thus, through the world I make a noise, Where'er I am a sojourner. The mighty wonders, and surprise, Of every chimney corner; Where with fife and drum, I smirking" come, And rap out zounds! And talk of wounds, Nor ever dread, A broken head, Where the cause of strife's a doxy* They're fools who go, And, 'gainst the foe, In glory's wars, Gain honour's scars, I'm wise and fight by proxy. NANCY OF BRISTOL. FAREWELL my dearest Nancy, Since I to the si*;is must g^, If the wind should blow hard my boys, As God would have it so, Z *r>4 POPUKAlt AM) (HOICK SONGS. Tin* fishes in the ocean, Shall my companions be, Since so being- is a pleasure, None has my heart but thee. Our goodly ship lay beating, All on the English shore, We hoisted up our top-sails, As we had done before. We weigh'd our anchor briskly boys, Then we set sail for sea, Our goodly ship she ran aground, Sweet };irl I thought on thee. Our goodly ship lay beating, All on the English shore, We put into Cork harbour, And staid a month or more; The wind it did blow hard my boys. All things ran cross with me, Whene'er 1 put my foot on shore, Sweet girl I thought on thee. go fare you well Cork harbour, For Gibraltar sail'd we, From thence unto New York, From thence to Virginia, Where there were fine towns and places, And pretty girls I see, But of all the women in the world, There's none I love but thee. So fare you well Virginia, 'Tis you I leave behind, And steer my course to Bristol, Some comfort for to find. Tho' love and despair, While she sat on my knee, But of all the women in the world, None has my heart bat she. BRING ME FLOWERS. BRING me ftow'rs, and bring me wine, Boy, attend my master's call, Round my brows let myrtle '-wine, At my feet let roses fall Breathe in softest notes the flute, Form the song and sound the lute; Let thy gentle accents flow As the whisp'ring zephyrs blow. 2 Sorrow would annoy my heart, Hut I hate its baneful sting ; J«>ys shall chace the rapid dart, For I will laugh and I will sing. What avails the down-cast eye ? What avails the tear, the sigh ? Why should grief obstruct out way, W he. i we live but for a day. CAN YOU TO THE BATTLE. CAN you to the battle march away, And leave me here complaining I'm sure 'twill break my heart tc stay, When you are campaigning. C /torus. Ah ! no, ah! no, poor Maudlin, Will never quit her rover. Ah! no, ah ! no, poor Maudlin, Will go with you all the world over. Cheer, cheer, my love, you shall not grieve, A soldier true you'll find me, I could not have a heart to leave My little girl behind me. Can you to the battle go, To woman's fear a stranger; No fears my heart shall ever know, But when my love's in danger. Then let the world jog as it will, Let all our friends forsake us, We both shall be as happy still, As love and war can make us. GENTLE MAID. GENTLE maid, ah, why suspect me, Let me serve thee, then reject me. Canst thou trust, and I deceive thee ? Art thou sad, and shall I grieve thee ? ft en tie maid, ah why suspect me, Let me serve thee — then reject me. POPLLXR AND (MOKE SONGS. SIR GOOSEBERRY OIMCRACK. MR i . v Gimcraik was thin. Like one of your neat dapper mas:< Squash \ras fat up to her chin, Like a fillet of veal upon cast- ors ; Her eyes through his heart such dart* - Made whimsies in his little nob stir, And he look'd, when a-courting be went, Like a shrimp making love to a lobster. Flummery, mummery, heigho* hum ! IT)* This pair went a-walkingone day, Arm in arm, like a tirkin and feather, Same posts chanced to stand in the way, And monstrously close, too, to- gether; Sir Gooseberry whipp'd through, you're sure, But Miss Squash, that dear dar- ling of tuastes, As she wasn't made much like a skewer, In trying stuck fast 'tween the pastes ! Squallery, bawlery, heigho ! it u Lit ! A BUNDLE OF PROVERBS. SHOULD employment you want, ne'er stand idle about. *Tis better to play a small game than stand wholly out; Aiul it' you prefer the pure gold to the dross, Remember the rolling-stone ga- thers no moss. Derry down, &c. Some marry in haste, or plunge headlong in woe, But don't you forget money makes the mare s;o ; 2 And forbear till you're wed to re* joice and to skip. For many things happen 'tweea the cup anil the lip. Derry down, \c. Tn the clutches of gamblers be sure you ne'er For all's Bah remember that comes to their net. And, when greenhorns th« plundered, they'll then at them laugh, But they cannot, I tell you, catch old birds with chad. Derry down, &c. Of doctors, my boy, to bring grist to their mill, For they'll make a mountain out of a mole-hill ; When they kill men with physic, undertakers find wood ; So you see it's an ill wind that blows nobody good. Derry down, &c. Of lawyers, likewise, I'd have yon beware, For they'll run with the hounds, boy, and hold with the hare; And, if you'd not bring o'er your head an old house, You must ne'er sue a beggar to catch a poor louse. Derry down, &c. The advice of the parson you must never forsake, Who says, as you brew, so, of course, you must bake; But .i^'er copy his deeds, should a toper he be, For a wolf in sheep's clothing we frequently see. Derry down, &c. In acts of injustice some wretches will dive, But wealth that's ill gotten wai ne'er known to thrive ; Then ne'er what's unjust, mean, or sordid, pursue, But do unto all men as you would be done unto. Derry down, &c. Z 2 25G POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. CHEltRY RIPE. CHERRY ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones, come and buy. If so be you ask ine where They do grow, I answer there. Where my Julia's lips do smile There's the land, 01 cherry isle. Cherry ripe, ripe I cry, Full and fair ones, come and buy; There plantations fully show, All the year, where cherries grow. Cherry ripe, ripe I cry, Full and fair ones, come and buy. THE HEART OF A SAILOR. 'TISN'T the jacket or trowsers bine, The song-, or the grog, so cti eerly, That shew the heart of a seaman true, Or tells us his manners Vincerely. 'Tis the hour of strife, When venturing life, Where the spirits of Prudence fail her, In battle he'll sing For Britannia and king, And this shews the heart of a sailor. Tisn't his merriment, kindled a- shore, By the cash too quickly ex- pended ; 'Tisn't his going to sea for more, When the store in the locker is ended. 'Tis the hour of distress, When misfortunes oppress ; And virtue finds sorrow assail her; 'Tis the bosom of grief, Made glad by relief, That pictures the heart of a sailor. THE ROW. I KNEW by the noise that I heard all around In the street where I was, that a row it was near ; And I said, ■ if there's fun thij good night to be found, As I love it so dearly, I shall sure find it here.' Every tongue seem'd em;it.>'o, and the row did increase. Whilst, the Charley's their noiiea so cheerily spring. I hopp'd into the crowd, the news for to catch, But scarcely had open'd my mouth to enquire, When a rascally thief made off with my watch, Tript my heels, and so laid me down flat in the mire! The watchmen surrounded, and me bore away, And in limbo was kept till the dawn of next day. To the justice they took me, to tell my sad tale, Who ask'd me what in defence I'd to say, I told him that rogues in the crowd did assail, Used my person quite ill, and my watch bore away. He looking quite grim, bade me good hours keep, Pay a shilling — return to my home with all speed. O, WHERE IS MY LOVER? O, WHERE is my lover, so fickle and frail? He vow'd he'd be constant to ine ; Yet haply, now tells to another the tale, Oft whisper' d near yonder lov'd tree. Those dew-sprinkled branches by nature must fade, Those blossoms will soon wi- ther'd be; But affection once plighted to man, or to maid, Should prove firm as the root of a tree. POPULAR AM) ( HoICi; SONGS. 8S1 EVERY MAN HIS MODE. i i > man ia his way is a i tut- cut of his coat, or the tic- of li is wig ; And most in some partial opinion is blett'd, For every man thinkl Lis own is the best. Tlie Coachinnn, tho' plain, is an absolute fop. With his shoulders well squar'd and his head like a mop, t)r his broad silver-buttons, and tripple-cap'd coat, And all the slang speeches of Newgate by rote. The Bishop and Dean have a snug kind of cut, With a solemn, a sage, and mo- mistical strut, The full-puffed sleeve and the well-starched band, His wristbands like snow and a lily-white hand. The Judge is a fop, tho* he looks rather droll, With his scarlet and fur, and his head like an owl ; And the Serjeant, as if through the Mohawks he'd bled, Or had lately been scalp'd, by the patch on his head. The Quaker's a very queer kind of a quiz, His back so erect, and so prim in his phiz, In superfine clolh,lho' his coat be but plain, Yet the Quaker's a coxcomb, a coxcomb in grain. The Player's a prigster of every kind, Of every fashion, of every mind ; Sometimes like a beggar, some- times like a king, A tragical, comical, whimsical thing. While men about fashion make siuh a great pother, And every prig will find fault witk his brother ; .eh be indulg'd in his dif- ferent way, For all men must own 'tis the whim of a day. THE PRETTY MAID OP CHELMSFORD. A PRETTY maid, both kind and fair, Dwelt in Chtdmsford town; Her pleasing smiles, her easy air, Engag'd both fop and clown. Ileing accosted t'other day By a clumsy squire, \Y lioask'd her if she knew the way To quench a raging fire. Pure water, sir, replyM the maid, Will quench it in a trice; no, said he, you little jade You give such cold advice. Why then, said she, 'tis past my skill To tell you what will do; I'm sure, said he, you know what will; There's nothing can but you. Alas-a-day, what do you mean, Reply'd the pretty fair ; 'Tis like a coward to complain, You never shou'd despair. Despair I cannot, cry'd the squire, \\ Idle you are in my sight ; 'Tis you must quench the burning fire, You set it first alight. Then straight he claspM her round the waist, And forcM from her a kiss ; 11 ) ! ho '. said she, is that your taste ; j Then pray you, sir, take this: Z 6 258 POPULAR. AND CHOICE SONGS. And with a pail.plac'd at the door, She sluic'd the amorous 'squire; You're welcome, sir, to this and more, To quench your raging fire. MY OWN FIRE SIDE. KIT CURRICLE talks of his high- fashion'd joys, Of each trkle he speaks with delight ; His hours each day with his horse he employs, And his bottle and mistress at night : Give ine the delights that will cherish the mind, Dup'd neither by folly or pride, A wife that is friendly, that's loving and kind, On my knee by my own fire side. The over-grown cit, that has throve by the gripe, Distressing his neighbours a- rouud, Would gladly his sins pufF away with his pipe, Or tries them in liquor to drown'd : On his riches he fain would eter- nity raise, But Time clips the wings of his pride ; Give me that eternal, that genial blaze, That glows by my own fire side. *jet princes, for honor, contend in the Avars, And the statesman for profit cr place, Astrologers wander about in the stars, Or my lord break his neck in the chace ; Su< h pleasures are transient, and dangerous all, *T is u truth that can ne'er be deny'd ; 1 sit at my ease, should they rise, should they fall, And regale by my own fire side. 2 ' SPRING-WATER CRESSES. WHEN hoary frost hung on each thorn, Ere night had well withdrawn her gloom, Poor, Phoebe went one wint'ry morn, From Colnbrook-down to Lang* ley-broom ; When from the brake, or from the rill, Half clad, and with neglected tresses. Her rushy basket try'd to fill, With fresh and green * Spring- Water Cresses.' Yet many a cheerful strain she'd sing While wading thro' the chilling stream ; Her thoughtless spirits were a- wing, With lore, or with some jocund theme ; Then with her humble merchan- dize, In hopes to conquer her dis- tresses, Away to London next she hies, And cries her * Young Spring Water Cresses.' Thro' many an alley, lane, ot street, Ere luxury has left her bed, You're sure poor Phoebe next to meet, Trying to get her daily bread : The wind and rain she oft defies, Whene'er her purse some mite possesses ; With cheerful voice she daily cries, Come buy my « Young Spring Water Cresses.' WHAT IS LIBERTY ? JOHNNY Bull the other day, Came to me across the way, Said neighbour tell me, tell me pray, What is Liberty ? POPULAR AND (HOICK SONGS. 2.>9 I, instantly reply M, sir. *"! is rushing like a tide, sir, Good order to deride, sir, That is Liberty. 'Tis trying, without reason, si,-. To projiogate hipta treason, sir, Or cut a brother's wheezen, sir, That is Liberty. To knock >our neighbour down, sir. V ever it were known, sir, That he possets'd a crown, sir, That is Liberty. To set up guillotines, sir, Yo murder kings and queens, sir, And all such pretty scenes, sir, That is Liberty : To pull down church and state, sir, At any kind of rate, sir, Or knock you o'er the pale, sir, That is Liberty. To make mankind a clod, sir, And what is very odd, sir. Acknowledging no God, sir, That is Liberty. John said the times are bad, sir, The folks are surely mad, sir, For making such a sad stir, If that is Liberty. POLL OF PRESTBURY. ON a rural village green. Where the rustic sports arc seen, When the lads and lasses play, At the close of summer's day; There young William chanc'd to see, Pretty Poll of Prestbury. If she trippM the turf along, If she warbl'd out a song, William seem'd to shew surprise, In his love-enraptur'd eyes; Said, how happy he cou'd be, With sweet Poll of Prestbury. Oft he sidl'd near her side, Asking her to be his bride; She wou'd turn her head away, Telling him. she'd nought to say : William cry'd, ah! turn to me, Pretty Poll of Prestbury. Bashfully she rais'd ber bead, And these words in pity said. u William, ><>u an tool tt«- ; " To be Allen's is m> fate." Cruel fate (replied he), Adieu, sweet ^oll of Prestbury. Thou wert once my hope and pride, All the world was nought beside; Now each hope is fled away, Leaving rr.e to love a prey, To pine, to weep, to think on thee, My prttty Toll of Prestbury. THE RATIONALS. THIS viands clear'd, let nought be heard, But jollity and fun, And while we sit, let's call in wit, She'll treat us with a pun. Good wine you know, makes wit to flow Along in full career; But let your wit, be always fit To meet a sage's ear, For shou'd you dash your thoughts with trash. Or smuttily besmear, We'll make you drink, twice to the brink, To wash your senses clear. Your lasses toast, but make r.o boast, Lest envy shouvl appear, Some wag, that's by, perhaps may try, Her blazon'd charms to share. They are not wise, who riches prize, And tell where they are laid; And he's the same, that boasts the fame Of his betrothed maid. Then let's be blithe, lest with his scythe Old Time, upon his stumps, Shou'd come and see, we wanted glee. And take us in the dumps. 200 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. LOVE AWAKK. RISE, fair maiden, from thy slum- ber, Make the morning 1 beams more bright, For hapless moments must I num- ber, Till I'm blest with thy dear sight; Crimson tinges now are streaming Faintly o'er the blushing- skies, Love, awake from thy sweet dreaming, Beauteous blooming maid arise ! Leave thy soft and downy pillow, For the meadows rilly side; Where the verdant branching wil- low, Stoops to kiss the passing tide; Come, thou lovely charming crea- ture. Sooth the sorrow of my breast, Hear the voice of truth and na- ture, Bless thy lover, and be blest! THE MARINER'S ADIEU. AH ! now the vessel quits the shore, My William on the deck I see ; Soon shall I view my love no more, Thy last fond look is fix'd on me. The purple ribbon dost thou wave. Type of thy pure and faithful breast ; For thou art kind as thou art brave, And of each manly grace pos- sess'd. And sure if virtue be the care of heav'n, Ah ! why should I despair. Each gale that blows, each whist- ling breeze, My bosom fills with dread af- fright ; Sad horrors on my fancy seize, And dreams of woe prolong the night : Still must thou blow, thou raging wind, Yet why provoke these vain .alarms ; Thy sov'reign, merciful and kind. Will bid thee waft him to my arms. Then trembling- doubt, the doubt ami fear shall cease, And sorrow yield to love and peace. DISSERTATION UPON NOSES- I FORGET what Sterne says in 1 his Chapter of Noses, With laughter to make our sides ache, But I think, like Lavater, he au- guring supposes Good or ill from their shape and their make; But I'll let both alone, with each skit or reflection, As they spar, or together agree, And explain the effect in my own recollection, These same noses have had upon me. Cock'd up noses are pert, and some say not too civil; Some have none, like a bear, when a cub; A fine stately nose may sometimes hide a devil ; And an angel may beam in a snub. The flat nose, like a platter, is scarcely worth naming, The sharp nose is a pretty good sort ; The mulberry nose, that like Bar- dolph's, is flaming, Makes one think of good claret and port. Your fine Grecian nose, about which they so teaze us, Is admir'd, but from this some will swerve, For a nose should be beautiful, if it would please us, And the true line of beauty's a curve. POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. 2C1 The old Roman's hook'd I were guards to tlieir peepers, They, therefore, were men of renown ; For these sickle-like noses arinM them all so like reapers, They cut all their enemies down. After all, a good nose is a gene- rous feature, To the face gives an elegant air; It lends grace to men, is the type of good nature, And is not much dislik'd by the fa i r ; — But the mind is the thing; for though noses are book'd, Pale, ruby, depressed, or elate, As a razor as sharp, as a bill-hook as crook'd, Never mind, so the heart is but straight. THE FRESH WATEP SAILOR. >YHEN first my maste* talk'd of sea, Heigho, poor simple Walter! I loug'd to take a trip, d'ye see, Lvttle thought my mind would alter, Or that I should, in the dumps, "\\ ish myself along with Numps; Or while master read the news, Dressing hair, or blacking shoes, In the kitchen, snug and cosey, Quizzing cookey's nose so rosy, Sea-sick I, the hardy crew Laugh'd as I still paler grew. Soon a3 I had seasou'd got, Heigho, a pirate bluff, sir. Swore we all should go lo pot, But we proy'd of better stuff, sir; Made the boaster soon look blue, "U bile the balls around us flew, Henry fought, and so did I, Lion-like, we made thein fly, Then a princess fair set free; What d'ye think yf hiin and me; Victory fore'd the foe to own Uritons ever will strike home! None but the brave deserve tae lair, Heigho so love did plan, sir, Zelima fell to master's share, lair Sabina to his man, sir. If a princess lie } hs got, Her prime ministers iny lot; Thus, in the high road to fame, 1*11 in time exalt my name, Visit London, make a dust, \\ bile the cits with envy burst ; Then iny wondVous travels tell, Sport my gig, ami cut a swell. THE DAYS OF GOOD QUEEN BESS. GOOD people, to my muse attend. and deem it not a mystery, If, besides in caps and laces long, I deal a bit m history ; The times to display, we now wUI try, of worthy old Queen Bess, sir, Whose virtue and whose mem'ry posterity will bless, sir. O the days of good Queen Bess The very merry, Hey down deny. Days of good Queen Bess. Queen Bess can twang the bow- string, and hunt a pack of hounds, sir; While her courtiers play at quar- ter-staff, and dance the Chesh- ire rounds, sir. And when her foes, with mighty blows, prepare to beat and stripe her, too, She leads both Fiance and Spaic a dance, and makes them pay the piper, too. O the days, &c« Then her buxom dames of honour with collars about their ueckj fast, They gobble up beef-steaks mutton -chops for breakfast. rims, the gentle Zephyrilia eat a pound, by j ngo, While her grace of Rutland n up all With a gallon of g ■lingo* O the .'ays. & c . 262 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Then to help the body politic, and steer the helm of state, sir; We've thick heads, and we've soft heads, -with politics replete, sir; But by shifting" of their ground, though their heads are mighty long, sir, They now and then forget to what body they belong, sir. O the days, &c. WHO CARES? IF lubberly landsmen, to grati- tude strangers, Still curse their unfortunate stars, Why what would they say did they try but the dangers Encounter'd by true-hearted tars ? If life's vessel they put 'fore the Avind, or they tack her, Or whether bound here or there, Give 'ein sea-room, good fellow- ship, grog, and tobacker, Well then— d — me if Jack cares where. Then your stupid old quidnuncs, to hear 'em all clatter, The devil can't tell you what for, Though they don't know a gu» from a marline-spike, chatter About and consarning of war! While for king, wife, and friend, he's through every thing rub- bing. With duty still proud to com- ply, So he gives but the foes of old England a drubbing. Why then— d— me if Jack cares why. And then, when good fortune has crown'd his endeavours, And he comes home with shiners galore; Well, what if so be he should la- vish his favours On ev'ry poor object 'Jong shore ? i Since money's the needle that points to good-nature, Friend, enemy, false, or true, So it goes to relieve a distressed fellow-creature, Well then— d — me if Jack cares who. Don't you see how some different thing ev'ry one's twigging, To take the command of a rib; Some are all for the breast-work and some for the rigging. And some for the cut of her jib; Though poor, some will take her in tow to defend her; And again, some are all for the rich ; As for I, so she's young, her heart honest and tender, Why then— d— me if Jack cares which. Why now, if they go for to talk about living, My eyes, why a little will sarve ; Let each a small part of his pit- tance be giving, And who in this nation can starve ? Content's all the thing — rough or calm be the weather, The wind on the beam or the bow, So honestly he can splice both I ends together, Why then— d — me if Jack cares ; how. And then for a bring up, d'ye see about dying, On which such a racket they keej>, What argufies if in a church-yard you're lying, Or find out your grave in the deep ? Of one thing we're certain, what- ever our calling, Death will bring us all up; and what then ! So his conscience's tackle will bear overhauling, Why then— if— me if Jack cares when. i»OlM LAR AND CHOICE SONGS. 263 GO TO BED, SAM. IN the conjugal chain firmly tied Sam a - lived to be, The maiden a stout six-foot bride, The bridegroom just three foot and three. In Iheir May to the church abrook Bubbled across the road, Her spouse in her arms she took, And over it neatly strode. SfOken.] Vy doesn't you move your trotters, Sam; you doesn't seem to be in a very -reat hurry to be made happy. 1 lapgiosei Bet still runs in jour head, a hus- sev; but veu I am your lawful tedded vife, I'll sift that affair to the wery bottom, and if it's true, I'll ring in your ears such a Row de (low, row de dow, God to bed, Sam. The little man's nose o'er his chin Hung", shielding- it from the sun, His toe* they turifd prettily in; He'd of two little pig's eyes lost one. His bride with a snubbefied snout, Not quite an inch in size, Had legs which bow'd neatly out, And grey goggle gooseberry eyes. Spoken.] Like the great, they saw a great re gallant ne'er was seen to ride, Or brave ihe torrent of the boist*- rouj tide. A A 266 POPl LAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Like t'ie proud swan, majestic she would lave, That with her breast divides each pressing- wave. While fancy pictures o'er the rue- ful scene, And tells the heart what she had heard or seen ; The rash explosion, and the dread- ful cries, The furious flames Ascending to the skies : The ocean ci\>wded with the float- ing- dead. While Britain's mistress droop'd her pensive head. Ah ! many on shore shall have full cause to weep, For tliose brave seamen breath- less in the deep ; Many a Nancy, too, shall mourn the fate Of her once g-allant and betroth- ed mate ; Then seek the shade, in secret there to grieve, Give loose to tears her sorrows to relieve. Yet let your minds, ye fair ones, be compos d, A sailor's life is ever thus es- pos'd ; Stranger to fear, he braves the restless sea, He leans on hope, nor dreads his destiny. His country's safety glows within his breast, And dies with honour 'graven round his crest. PEG OF THE MOOR. YOUNG Will of the brook did fair Pt'gg'y adore, Who liv'd on the skirts of old i Bawtery Moor, •Till once, at a wake, Will was \ sadly in fear, For *he nodded at Tom, and at Robin would leer, I He said she was false, and he bit* terly swore, That he'd straight take his leave of Fair Peg of the Moor. She laugh'd and she jeer'd hi in for what he had spoke. And thought all his saying wan nought but a joke ; So kept up the frolic her lover to teaze, Until he grew frantic, almost by degrees : She meant to have heal'd,bul she open'd the sore, Which caus'd him to fly from Fair Peg of the Moor. A drum and a fife, roar'd aloud in his ears, And forth from the throng a gay serjeant appears, Will vow'd for a soldier he'd in- stantly go t And so put an end to his love- kindl'd woe ; Resolv'd to take leave of the maid evermore, And ne'er again think of Fair Peg of the Moor. To the serjeant he went, and he i told him his mind. The serjeant was pleas'd and he spoke him so kind, But while he was 'bout with the wag to enlist, Poor Peggy came kneeling, and begg'd he'd desist, Ah! will you, said she, leave the lass you adore. Come, come, and enlist with your Peg of the Moor. His bosom, which late with resent ment was fill'd, Relax' d of its heat, and his heart 'gan to yield, He lifted her up, and he kiss'd I her with glee, Said, since you seem fearful of parting with me, Let the drummer beat up in the i morn, at my door, And tell that I'm listed to Peg of the Moor. POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. 207 THE DEATH OF THE DEVIL. IT was on one dusky ere, When 1 was very poor; (The story you may believe,) The tlevil came to my tloor: He held in his hand a large hook, His eyes did sparkle bright; He said to my sister Suke, * Suke, I want your brother to- night.' Willi my fal, lal, lal, &c. f knew his voice in a minute, I'd heard it oft before; As sprightly as a linnet, I flew behind the door; His eyes with fire they shook, He gave a horrid groan; I said to my sister Suke. 1 Suke, tell him Pin not at home.' With my fal, lal, &c The devil he flew ia a pet, And swore he would come in; But, says my big sister Bet, 4 I'll whack you out again.' Then he into the room took flight; Lord how he stamp'd and swore, When he found poor little Mike Sel squatting behind the door. Willi my fal, lal, &c. The old woman jump'd ofl* the chair, She broke his head with a broom; TUe devil then out of fear, With sulphur fill'd the room. 'Twas on a washing night, The water was boiling hot, She gave it him left and right, And tumbled him into the pot. With my fal, lal, &c. There was my lillle sister Peg, At fighting had a knack; With father's wooden leg She broke the devil's back. He sung out for his pal, As loud as he could shout; When me and my sister Sal We whopp'd the devil out. With my fal, lal. &c. Ntxt day the devil died, — What glorious news to hear*. Mark you what did betide,— He was buried in Bartlemy Fair. So we've nothing now to dread. But fill our glasses bright; Ami as the devil's dead. We'll all do just as we like. \\ ltli my fal, lal, St. I CANNOT MARRY KROUT. EXCUSE, Sir, my confusion, Your wish I've thought about, And I've come to this conclusion, That I cannot marry Krout. He does nothing, sir, butscoldonc. He's old, and ugly too ; And as jealous as the old one, — But that's no offence to you! Excuse my agitation; But indeed, sir, I've found out, After due consideration, That I cannot marry Krout. Besides, sir, I've discover'd What alone should me deter, That there's another lover I should very much prefer: So handsome, sir, the rogue is, So merry, young, and true; And he laughs at all old fogies, But that's no offence to you ! Excuse my agitation, &c. WINE. THOUGH woman's eyes to angel* may aspire, And delightfully twinkle and shine ; Crowding each heart with love and desire, Yet they'll not sparkle like wine. If for a moment good nature rests there. And tells you all cares you may drown ; Yet she's so fickle, she'll bid you forbear, And then she'll reproach with a frown. A A C J 208 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Her lips, like wine, will invite you to ih ink, \V hile Uie phrenzy of love makes me dry ; And when of bliss you're close on the brink, She'll smile but she will not comply. 3ut, oh, what a contrast, a bum- per of wine, Which so heartily welcomes you near, Wherein the pleasures of woman combine, And a frown in your glass you don't fear. Then what can express the joy and delight, When on our lip9 the nectar does rest ; All trouble and care does instantly blight, IMieu as favorite? of Bacchus we're blest. A bright golden wing in your glass will appear, While pleasure unto it does cling; We hear honest Bacchus once dropt a tear, And it turu'd to the lovely bees' wing. Woman has charms that ail mor- tals must feel, — Throughout our brave isle do they shine ; When fickle love our hearts doth seal, We to teaze him take a bum- per of wine. MARY, OPE THOSE LIDS OF LIGHT. MARY, ope those lids of light, And dim the brightest star; Put, () put, I pray, to flight Soinuus in his rapid car. Come, and let us haste away, The morn invites to rove; See beauteous nature all looks g-ay, And doth us both reprove. The morn the lark has welcorn'u now, And rose the shepherd swain ; Aurora bright her golden brow Hath rear'd in yonder main. Oh! haste, my love, the flowers view Which bloom in yonder d.Je; The days of bliss, alas! are few, — Oh! let my love prevail. Sweet! smile again, my doubts dispel, Thou art my sum of bliss; Ne'er yet could words my love e'er tell, Or .*peak how sweet the kiss. As token of consent, I pray Yet kiss thy lovely hand ; Oh! joy, my soul with patience stay, And wait her sweet command. THE MEETING. I STOLE, when night ushers the troubled to rest, Through meads all bespangled with dew, And thought it the road Heaven meant for the blest, For knowing it led to my Sue. I tapp'd at the lattice — 'twas fancy perchance — My fingers seem'd e'en to re- joice, As knowing that lap, brought her talisman glance, And welcome w 1 come' of her voice. We met — as she open'd the door to my view, I thought her an angel of love, Descending with roses my path tc bestrew, Foretaste of the Heaven above l But Susan protested my coining was late, Or, had I forgotten the road, Or, was there some other had caused me to wait, And sought iu my heart no abode '* POPULAIl AM) (HOICK SONGS. 269 Or, hail she herself so much al- ter'd in charms, Less earnest in kindness than wont. The frown of her eyes chiird the warmth of her arms, Ami frozen the waves of love's font; 0, Susan ! I cried, though the path may be drear, It leads to a mansion of rest ; And who could forgive the escape of a tear, For troubles thy presence sup- press And then little Susan forgave with a kiss, I e'er must remember that night, For he, who can make an oblivion of bliss, Should never partake its de- light. And, wben we had conquer'd all scruples thus far, • In lover's own delicate way, She bade me be going, for fear of Papa, And look'd how I wish you could stay. BEAUTY'S CHAMPION. GO quaff of Bacchus' purple store, And revel the deep midnight bowl in ; Go join the drunkard's deaf'ning roar, If such thou'd wrap thy soul in, Nor with Bacchanal taunts e'er attack us, But to beauty alone, W ill my fealty 1 own, And bask in her arms, And encircle her charms, Nor shall wine lure away, Or my heart wish to stray ; For there's more true bliss in a fair one's arms, Than in quaffing the goblet of Bacchus. There's a secret charm in a wo- man's In i- lit • \ ••. There** a thrilling delight ev'ry kiss in ; There*! a winning grace and a ; • <1 tie, lint mad brain'd fooU would be missing; For goblets debauching would rack us, Then be beauty my theme, And be love still my dream ; Be my halo of bliss In a woman's sweet kiss; Her champion I rise, And proclaim to the skies, That there's more true bliss, LOVE AND THE ROSE. I SAW a village maiden stray; She pluck'd a rose and sigh'd — Then kiss'd and press'd it to her breast, But soon the blossom died ! 1*11 lav the llower where none but be Shall see the blossom blighted ; Where, oft beside the jessamine tree, His love to me he plighted. He told me he would wed me soon, But did not name the day — When by the silent silver moon, In true love's joy we lay. O! could my falt'ring tongue dis- close, My constant love to thee, E'en though thou lov'st another, yet Thy heart must pity me. THE LIGHT GUITAR. O, LEAVE the gay and festive scenes, The halls of dazzling light, And rove with me through forests green, Beneath the silent night; ▲ as 270 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. There as we watch the lingering' rays, That shine from every star, I'll sins: a song of happier days, And strike the light guitar. And strike the light guitar, Ac. I'll tell thee how a maiden wept, When her true knight was slain, And how her broken spirit slept, And never woke again; I'll tell thee how the steed drew nigh, And left his lord nfar, But it* my tale should make thee sigh. I'll strike the light guitar. I'll sing a song, &c. THE BARTLEMY FAIR BALL. SILENCE ye waltzers and dancers pragmatical, Twisting and twirling your trot ters in air ; A fig for your antics and tricks operatical, Who can your dancing with ours compare ? Spite of your vapours and puffs in the papers, Now come, and cut capers with us if you dare ; But first hear the story of us in our glory, At our ball so famous last Bar- Hem y Fair. Spite of your vapours, &c Cock up your ears, then, and mind that ye hearken well, Seldom such stories as this you shall hear ; 'Twas at a turning that goes into Clerkenwell, Sign of the house was the Bull dog and Bear. Price was a shilling, which all who were willing, Dropt Brandynose's till in, mat- ters to square; I Then as each goes i i, what rap lure his toe's in, To hear the folks rosin up two pair of stair. Spite of your vapours, &c. Blear-eyed Barney 'gan to flou- rish his fiddlestick, But darkness for dancing not being thought fit. Four short sixes did up in the middle stick, Thus was our ball-room most handsomely lit. Brisk went the fiddle, while brisk down the middle, As sharp as a needle, each light- footed pair, To * Voulez vous dansez,' and ' Harlequin's* Fancy,' Did caper and prance with agi- lity rare. Spite of your vapours, &c Four quart pots were inside of the fender set, Two half-gallons kept open the door; Pipes and backey were placed in the window-seat, Blue-ruin-and-water was run- ning galore. To open the ballet, a little French valet Led clumsy-toed Sally to dance 1 de la Cour;' But chancing to stumble on poor Sally's bumble, Alas ! both did tumble bang down on the lloor. Spite of your vapours, &c. Next came tripping on light toe fantastical, Bouncing Bet, from the Sara- cen's Head, Hand in Hand with big Bob the gymnastical, Six feet high, with her feathers so red : Then a bandy-legg'd dyer, with Oauky Maria, And squinting Sophia, joined hands in a reel. POPULAlt AND CHOICE M»N(.S 271 With Dmntlo, the baker— the lit mdcrtaker. And summary Kate, with a hole lu ber heel. Sjiite of your vapours, Ac. But oh ! the catastrophe, dire and disastrous, Muse- with horror and sorrow declare ; Bull-dog and Bear was au old lath-and-plaster house- Ceilings and roofings much out of repair; So slap went the floor 'mong la- dies deploring, And gentlemen roaring — Lor J ! how they did swear; I'm grievM to relate it, .and sorry to state it, But thus terminated our ball at the fair. Spite of your vapours, &c. FareweH, too lovely maiden, Far, far, from thee I . My heart all heavy laden \\ ah deep ami lasting Woe: Though lore's sweet links to dear Are now for ever broken, UncheckM will How the tear, At each remembered tcken. Ah, sooner will spring, Ac. FAREWELL, YE GROVES OF MONA. FAREWELL, ye groves of Mona, And thou too, — lovely maid, — Once how I joyed to own her, — Believing all she said : And still each smile and kiss Is in my mem'ry dwelling; But I must not speak of this, Oh my heart would break in telling. Ah; sooner will spring, forget to bring Its train of lovely flowers, Ere I forget, with sad regret, The bliss of love's sweet hours. Farewell, thou cnce-prized trea- sure, Golconda's worth above, Broke is the spell of pleasure, And raptured charm of love. Thy falsehood like the blight That mars the vernal blossom, Has changed each fond delight To grief that rends my bosom. Yet 3ooner will spring, &c. l THE WAKE OF TEDDY ROE. IN Dublin that city of riches un.i fame, A fishmonger liv'd, Teddy Roe was his name ; The neighbours all griev'd, rich or poor, high or !<>w, And to wake with poor Ted they resolv'd for to go. Spoken.'] Mr. O'Dogherty, the coachman, was sent for imme- diately. Now you see, Dogherty. we want you to drive us clean and dacently to Teddy Roe's wake. By the powers he has taken it in- to his head to die, so he would not be very well pleased if we ne- glected to call on him ; so drive away with the most beautiful Miss Delany, Mistress Blaney, Mis- ter Fagan, and Miss Doe, Who in a coach all went to wake with Teddy Roe. All bedizened so fine, in their best Sunday clothes, Miss Doe's squint eye, and Mister Fagau's red nose, At poor Jed's they arriv'd, wliere they'd oft been before. And Dogherty he gave a loud thump at the door. Spoken.] Out hobbles PheJim. Teddy's uncle. Arrah, i9 it yc nr- selves that comes to wake with poor Teddy ? he is up in the cock- loft, taking a parting glass of Innixhune with a few friends, s . be after walking up the ladder it you please, ■crane y-* r feel 179 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Judy! Judy! the quality is come; I stick Teddy with his back ag-ainst| the wall, put his best Mr iff on, and a pipe in his mouth. Walk up, ladies, tea will soon be ready. What have you ^ot for tea ? Her- rings and paratees. D'ye think, you spalpeen, that -will satisfy — Miss Dclaney, &c. Now the whiskey went round till they could not agree Who were highest of rank, or of best pedigree; And from words they fell to blows just like Donnybrook Fair. And amongst them poor Ted came in for his share. Spoken, J Hubbaboo ! hubbaboo ! Avhat the divil are you all about? what are you doing ? By the powers of Moll Kelly, if they hav'n't got poor Ted down among them. Och ! they'll smother the poor crature ; get off him, get off him. Judy, take hold of his leg. and help me to drag him from under the lump. Cch, blood and ouns, see there now ! they've given the corpse a black eye ; sure and I expected belter behaviour from Miss Delaney, &c. Returning a coach full of whiskey and gin, Athome they arriv'd, and at length stagger'd in ; Such figures of fun 'twill be said for their sake, Sure never before were seen at a wake. Spoken.'] Bless us, Dogherty, what black drunken divils are you bringing home ; where did you pick 'em up, my jewel ? Oh, don't bother me, and you'll get the whole account as clear as mud : but, Judy, we must first wash :md put to bed the most beautiful — Miss Delaney, Ac. AN OLD MAN WOULD BE WOOING. AN old man would be wooing A damsel gay and young, But she, when he was sueiug, For ever laugh'd and snug. An old man, an old man will never do for me, For May and December can never agree. She sung till he was dosing, — A youth by fortune blest, \\ hile Guardy's eyes were closing, Her hand delighted prest. An old man, &c. Then kneeling, trembling, creep- I vow 'twas much amiss, He watch'd the old man sleeping, And softly stole a kiss. A\\ old man, &c. DIAMOND CUT DIAMOND. HARD by Clapham town end liv'd an old Yorkshire tyke, Who in dealing in horses had never his like; : Twas 'un pride that in all the hard dealings he'd hit, He'd bit a good many, but never got bit. Derry down, &c. This old Tommy Towers — by that name he was known, Had a carrion old tit, that was sheer skin and bone; To ha' kill'd for the dogs would ha' done quite as well, But 'twas Tommy's opinion he'd die of himsel'. Derry down, &c. Well, one Abraham Muggins, a neighbouring cheat, Thought to diddle old Tommy would be a great treat; He'd a horse that was better than Tommy's — for why ? The night afore that he thought proper to die. Derry down &c. POPULAR AND (HOICK BONOS. 273 Thinks Abraham— the old codger will ne'er unoke Ihe trick, So I'll swop wl' him, my dead horse for his nick; And If Tommy Towers I should happen to trap, •Twill he a fine feather in Abra- ham's cap. Derry down, &c. So to Tommy he goes, and the question he pops— ' Between my horse and thine, prithee, Tommy, what swops? What will give to boot ? for mine's better hone still. ' Nought,' says Tommy, * but I'll HWop even hands if you will.' Derry down, &c. Abraham preach'd a long- time about sum mat to boot, Insisting- that his uu's the livelier brute ; But Tommy stuck fast where he first had begun, Till at last, he shook hands, and cried, * Well, Tommy done.' Derry down, et wish fruition* HE SAW I LOVD. LOW in a vale, beneath a rising- hill, Adowu which hurries many a plain- tive rill, In soft accordance to the mur- m'ring dove, That morn and evening* tells his tale of love ; Or in the grove that hang-s the brow beside, Sits nestling- near his faithful fea- ther'd bride ;— Twas there I first with faithless Edward stray'd, Twas there my eyes my foolish heart betray'd. He saw I lov'd ;— which if he had | not seen, He had not then so great a tyrant been, Or o'er a heart, like mine, exult- ing" shewn, That he'd no love for me about his own. Can I forget, while near theMed- way's side, How oft he call'd me his intended bride, And charm'd me as we trod the banks along, With some soft tale, or heart be- witching- song ? 8 My ear wan cliarm'd, I littcnM and believ'd ; .My I. \ itrtnuur ,,s t,,e youth dt-reiv'd ; \> ho could have thought that fa hood ever hung, Mix'd with the love-like notes of Edward's tongue ! Ye banks of Medway, witness tc his vows, Ye willows too, that shaded us with boughs ; Ye tides that swell'd, and kiss d the meadow's brim, As if you envy'd me each kiss oj him. Come swell again, receiving while I weep My briny tears, and mix them with the deep ; For Ed\vard*s vows are false as subtle sands, That many a fair and gallant ves- sel strands. My Edward's false ! and to some other stray'd. And left me wreck'd beneath this willow shade. Let me not live, to tyrant love a a slave ; Fi^st let me perish in this wat'ry grave ! THE GALLANT LIEUTENANT. PREPARE, prepare, we're hail'd on board, 'Tis fam'd Britannia gives the word ; See the gallic word on high, Turn, turn upon your enemy. Be steady hearts, be firm and bold, And fight as Britons fought of old, Then swiftly fly on eagle's wing, To guard your country and your king. The Lion roars within his den. The ancient crest of Englishmen, Undaunted bids you meet the foe. And lay their mighty vaunting low Be steady hearts, Ac. 270 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Behold the fair Ed ina stand Surrounded by her warlike band, And see, she draws the hostile bl^de, To lend her neighbouring- sister aid. Be steady hearts, &c. Ere yet the battle is begun, Unite, ye Britons, be as one, Be firm, true hearted and sincere, And then, oh then, you've nought to fear. Be steady hearts, &c. SOUND OF THE HORN. SEE ruddy Aurora begins to ap- pear, And cliaces from hence the dull night, The huntsmen are up, and the hounds 'gin to cheer, Ye gods what a glorious sight. Yoicks, Jowler and Sweetlips, hark forward away, Tan-ta-ra we'll hail the sweet morn, To join in such pastimes no longer delay, But follow the sound of the horn. The fox isunearth'dand thechace is begun, Pursuing is each hound and steed, He doubles, and tries by his cun- ning to shun, His fate, and now skims o'er the mead. There closely pursued by the river he aims, To escape to the other side lawn, But alas ! he's o'erta'en, and the huntsman proclaims His death, by the sound of the horn. Then while all your coxcombs and sweet-scented beaus, Who delight in the noise of the town, Hunt fashion, and folly, and such foolish shews, In pursuit of which oft they are thrown. Like them where such stupid, dull pastime abounds, So idly to waste time we scorn, But pursue rosy health, whilst with horses and hounds, We follow the sound of the how . BRITANNIA'S REVENGE. wi. BRITANNIA, musing o'er the deed By her brave sons achieved, In battlewhere the valiant bleed, And death stalks forth un heeded ; Within her cave the goddess sat. And view'd the foaming ocean, Whose surges high began to beat In furious commotion ! When lo ! a Triton from afar, Came floating in a wat'ry car. * Haste !' he cried, * Britannia rise, S uccour bring, or Nelson dies !* Rous'd at the name of her fav'rite she flew, To the scene where the hero ex- pos'd to her view, Alas ! was no more ! Frantic with grief, her locks she tore, And thro' the fleet engaging The direful tale to all she bore, Amidst the battle raging : * Revenge, revenge !' aloud she cried, ' To stimulate your fury. See yonder deck, how richly; dy'd ! 'Tis Nelson's blood conjures >e; By his dear manes, his parting breath, I charge you to avenge hi? death ; Let the British thunder go ; Hurl destruction on the 1>f} J POPULAR AND CHOH E SONGS 277 Let not lii- fall without something t eat Be recorded to mark the lament- able fate Of an hero so great.' She ceasM : and now great Nel- name From ship to ship resounded, While France and Spain, en- wrap'd in flame, Astonish'd, and confounded, Feebly oppose the vengeful ire, In British hearts excited — la vain to glory they aspire, His death must be requited ! Unequal to the conflict's hear. Though greater numbers till their fleet, See, they strike ! vengeance sweep, Rushing down th' unfathoinM deep, Sinks the confed'ratea of proud France and Spain, While the genius of Albion exult ing exclaim Victory ! Victory ! HARK, HARK. HAP.-K, hark to the sound of the bu net-winding horn, It invites to the chace and awakens the morn ; Hark, &c. Diana leads forward o'er mountain and plain, While echo enraptur'd repeats the blithe strain. Diana, &e. While Bacchus deprives us of rea- son and wealth, The sports of the field give both pleasure and health ; Such innocent pastimes ensure us all joys, While no hus'ness disturbs, no ma lice destroys ; Diana leads forward o'er moun- tain and plain, While echo enraptur'd repeats the blithe strain. Diana, &c« THE YELLOW II AIII'D LADDIE. THE yellow haLfd laddie sat down on yon hi I ( rles, Milk the < e, let nane o 1 then gae ; And ay she milked, and ay she sang, The yellow hairM laddie shall be my good man. And ay she milked, &c. The weather is cauld, and my claithing is thin, The ewes are new clippM they winna ought in ; They winna bught in tho' I shou'd die, O yellow hair'd laddie ! be kind to me. O yellow hair'd laddie, Sec. The srood wife cries butt the house Jenny come ben, The cheese is to mak, and the butter's to kern ; Tho' butter and cheesej .and a 1 should sour, 1*11 crack and kiss wi* iny love ae half hour ; It's ae half hour, and we's e'en mak' it three, For the yellow hair'd laddie my husband shall be. WHEN THOU SHALT SEE. WHEN thou slialt see bis bosom swelling, When soft compassions tear shall start. As my poor father's woes thcu'rt telling. Come back and claim my hand and heart. The cause blest eloquence will lend thee ; Nay, haste and ease my soul's distr To judge thy worth. I'll here at tend thee, And rate thy love by i mv success B i» POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. FAIR SUSANNA. ASK if yon damask rose is sweet That scents the ambient air ; Then ask each shepherd that you meet, If dear Susanna's fair. Say, will the vulture quit his prey And warble thro* the grove ? Bid wanton linnets quit the spray Then doubt thy shepherd's love. The spoils of war let heroes share, Let pride in splendor shine ; Ye bards, unenvied laurels wear, Be fair Susanna mine. THE VINE. WHILE others delight of these heroes to boast, Whose blood-dripping laurels were purchas'd by steel, Be it ours, my gay comrades, that hero to toast, Who gave us the transports this moment we feel. To him let our voices in unison rise, To him let our hearts in one sentiment join ; Let us drink till his blessing hap seal'd up our eyes, To the man, the dear man, who first planted the vine. Let us drink, &c. When Bacchus first drank of the care-killing bowl, Fair Venus with smiles bade him carefully sip, When delirium unspeakable thrill- ing' his soul, He press'd her soft bosom, and fed on her lip. Mars fresh courage gain'd as the nectar he try'd, Apollo, half drunk, sang his ly- rics divine ; While the graces and muses in ecstacy cried, All hail to the god who has found out the vine. While the graces, &c. 9 What mortal from Heaven the grape-stone convey M. No tongue that is mortal is <\c$- tiird to tell; Enough for us drinkers the essay was made, And happy are we it succeeded so well ; For with it, its primitive qualities came, And mortality learn'd with new lustre to shine ; Youth melted in love, warriors panted for fame, And bards hymn'd the man who first planted the vine. Youth melted in love, &c. Round this jovial board, while thus happy we sit, What heart but expands with the love of mankind ? How readily flows the effusions of wit, What motives to energy rash on the mind ! Then why should we ever from drinking refrain ? Let dotards and fools at our revels repine, But deeper, still deeper, our gob- lets we'll drain, Three cheers to the man who first planted the vine. But deeper, &c. TEDDY M'FANE. POTATOES now blossom, and gladness prevails, The birds chant sweet love-songs throughout the green dales; But, dull as the owl, I sigh all the day, Oh, what lass can be merry, now Teddy's away ? Was it gold ? no, not gold, sure, could force him to roam ; He'd a grunter, a cow, aye and whiskey at home, And the love of all fair ones might well make him vain, But dearest was Judy to Teddy MFane. POP< LAK AM) < IU»i( I SONGS. 21 I «teal to ins c&.bin. bliud D \rrali, Judy, your : tune to make, With .1 bod, or in hay-field— och, all for thy sake ; rcli up the pipes, the dear pipes of my Ted, And kiss then and weep, but the \c i> Red ; Ne'er a lad in Kilkenny could (rain, Or foot at a wake, like young Teddy M'Fane. At morn, or eve, while I milk their I sins:, u Cruel Teddy, come to me, . do, From your own red-hairM Judy, och, how could you part ; Some countess will he after steal- ing your heart !" My old mother scolds in the corner all day. Says my cheek's white as milk — och, sure, well she may ; They're bleach'd by my tears, like two spouts in the rain — Arrah, blow. O ye winds, bring- back Teddy M'Fane. KENMURE'S ON AND AWA\ KENMURE'S on and awa' Willie, O Kenmure's on and awa' ; And Ken inu re's lord's the bravest lord That ever Galloway saw. Success to Ker.mu re's band, Willie, Success to Keninure's band ; There's no a heart tuat fears a That rides by Kenmure's hand. Here's Kenmure's health in wine, Willie, Here'sKenmure's health in wine: There ne'er was a coward Kenmure's blade, Nor yet o' Gordon's line. f mare'i ladi are men,'W K.unuirf\ Luis are mea, Their hearts and BWOrd* true, And that their faes shall ken. They'll lire or die wi* fame,WMiq They'll live or die «T lime — But soon wi' Bounding victory May Keninure's lord come haine. Here's him that's far awa*, Willie, Here's hint that's far awa.' ; And here's the Mower that 1 best, The rose that's like the snav.\ THE PIPE OF TOBACCO WHY should life in sorrow he spent, When pleasure points us to the road, Wherein each traveller, with con- tent, May throwoffthe pond'rous load, And instead, in ample measure > Gather fruits too long left ripe; What's this world without its plea- sure, What is pleasure but a pipe ? See the sailor's jovial state, Mark the soldier's noble soul ; W hat doth heroes renovate ? What refines the splendid bov. I ? Is it nut tobacco dear, That from the brow fell grief can wipe ? Yes, like them, with jolly cheer, I bud pleasure in a pipe. Some are fond of care and grief, Some take pleasure in sad strife Some pursue a sad belief; Few there are who enjoy life. Some delight in envy ever, Others avaricious gripe ; Would you know iny greatest pleasure ? 'Tis a glowing social pipe. B u 2 2S0 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. JOCKEY. MY l.uldie is gane far away o'er the plain, While in sorrow behind I am forc'd to remain. Tho' blue bells and violets the hedges adorn ; Tho' trees are in blossom, and sweet blows the thorn; >»o pleasure they give me, in vain they look gay, There's nothing can please now, my Jockey's away. Forlorn I sit singing, and this is my strain : Haste, haste, my dearest Jockey, haste, haste mydearestJockey, Haste, haste, my dearest Jockey, to me back again. When the lads and their lasses are on the green met, Tbey dance and they sing, they laugh and they chat ; Contented and happy, their hearts full of glee, I can't without envy their merri- ment see ; The»e pastimes offend me, my shepherd's not there, No pleasure I relish, that Jockey don't share ; It makes me to sigh, I from tears scarce refrain, I wish my dear Jockey return' d back again. But hope shall sustain me, nor will 1 despair, He promis'd he would in a fort- night be here ; On fond expectation my wishes I'll feast, for love my dear Jockey to Jenny will haste. Then farewell each care,and adieu each vain sigh, Who'll then be so blest or so happy as I : I'll sing on the meadows, and alter my strain, When Jockey returns to my arms back again. 2 DESCRIPTION OF THE PLAY OK PIZARRO. FROM the county of Cork, you so* I lately came, The harvest to reap — Mr. Doc* dey's my name ; I my cousin Shaun ShaughneAsy met t'other day, And says he, will you go to th&t thing called a play. \Y lth my loorel lorel loo. Is't the play that you mean? ar- rali, Doodey, you're right, For they treat the whole towx with Pizarro to-night ; Oh, says I, if I'm treated, th& thing's neat and clean, But this treat, as they call'd it, cost ine a thirteen. With my loorel, &c. The green thing drew up, and a lady I spied, A man came to kiss her — she scornfully cried, 1 Get out, you blackguard, or I'll bother your gig,' Then in came Pizarro/whogrowl'd like a pig. With my loorel, &c. In the ould gowry people's time, long — long ago, The Spaniards all walk'd to Peru, you must know, Says they, 4 you must give up your cash and your kays,' But one Captain Rolla said, " No, if you plaise.' With my loorel, &c. Then Rolla a speech made about swords and guns, And he moved like a comet amongst moons and suns ; Says he, ' Bate the Spaniards, of else you'll all starve So his majesty here are you willing to tarve.' With my loorel, &c. Then what a confusion, a hubbub and holla ! 'Twas fire away Spaniards, and leather away, Rolla ; POPULAR AND ( HOH 28 % Poor Murphy Alonzo like a thief went 10 jail. But his nei \ \l somehow without giving bail. w ith my loorel, Ac. Next Pisarro came ia with a little rtoon, \ uaiulled by Rolla, as I would a spoon ; But whilst he was making a bridge, smithereens, He was shot by a villain behiad all the scenes. \\ iih my loorel, ftc. Then he gave to its mother the < et little child, And he next look'd about him as if he Mas wild ; ' Take the b->>, my dear cratur, 'tis my blood that is split, To s:ive him, blood and 'ouna ! see how Tin kilt.' With my loorel, &c. Then Alonzo gave Paddy Pizarro a blow, That kilTd him as dead as ould Brien Boro ; At last on a board Holla's body they take, And twenty nate virgins all join'd at his wake. With my loorel, &c. EMMA OF CANTERBURY. WHEN first my heart e'er thought of love, Whea first my tongue e'er spoke the same, Twas at the sight of her I hold Next to my heart — Emma's her • name ; This innocent, with beauty deck'd, She'll make the sadful merry ; She is the lass whom all adore, Emma sweet of Canterbury. She heard my tale of love, and blusli'd, And answer'd me as tbo' with fear ; But I, with honour and with truth* Plac'd love unto my heart too near, TO e'er deceive the bemr. fair, Altho' i own that there are inaay \\ ho do deceive; bat not, I hope, My Eimiii.i anterhury. Then grant my prayer, ye Muses nine, Let love now govern, and now grant That beauteous Emma may be mine, That I, sweet love, with her may chaunt. Let other beauties act their best, The dull, the learned, and the merry. There's none can equal, none can please, Like Emma sweet of Canter- bury. SEA SONG. I BE one of those sailors who think 'tis no lie. That for every wherefore in life there's a why ; That, be fortune's strange weather a frown or a squall, Our lives, good or bad, is chalk'd out for us all ; That the stays and the braces of life will be found To be some of them rotten, and some of them sound ; That the good we should cherish, the bad never seek, For death will too soon biing eacli anchor apeak. When astride on the yard the top- lifts they let go 9 And I came like a shot plump among them below, Why I catch'd at a halyard and jump'd upon deck, And to broke my fall to save breaking iny necK, B B 3 282 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Just like your philosophers, for all their jaw, Who leas than a rope, gladly catch at a straw. Thus the good, &c. Why now that there cruise that m e made off the banks, Where I pepper'd the foe, and got shot for my thanks ; "What then ? she soon struck : and though crippled on shore, And laid up to refit, I had shiners galore. At length 'live and looking I tried the false main. And to get more prize-money was shot at again. Thus the good, &c. Then just as it comes, take the bad with the good ; One man's spoon's made of silver, another of wood ; What's poison for one man, 's ano ther man's balm ; Some are safe in a storm, and some lost in a calm ; Some are rolling in riches, some not Avorth a souse ; To-day we eat beef, to-morrow lob's couse. Thus the good, &c. AH WHY DID I GATHER. AH why did I gather this delicate flower, Why pluck the young bud from the tree ? 'Twould there have blooin'd love- ly for many an hour, And how soon will it perish with me ? Already its beautiful texture de- cays, Already it fades on my sight ; Tis thus that chill rancour too of- ten o'erpow'rs, The moments of transient de- light. When eagerly pressing enjoyment too near, Its blossoms we gather in haste; 2 How oft thus we mourn with a pe« intent tear. O'er the joys which we lavish'd in waste : This elegant flower had I left it at rest, Might still have delighted my eyes ; But pluck'd prematurely, and plac'd in my breast, It languishes, withers, and dies. MRS. RUNNINGTON'S WIG. MISTRESS Runnington wore a \ Contrived to peep at a man, And every feature to twig. As commode as the sticks of a fan. For the book of her labour and cares, Now drew pretty near the last page ; And this wig had a few grizlf hairs, That escap'd from the avarice of a«re. Mister Doddinglon Oh, a nice man, Rather old, and a little a prig, j Fell in ecstacy, stark staring mad Willi sweet Mistress Running i ton's wig. Mr. Doddington wore a wig, To hide his poor head so crazy 'Twas neither too little nor big, Nor so much a wig as a jasey ; But he wheezed pretty much with a cough, And, being long since past his prime, He looked, when the jasey was off Exactly the figure of Time. Mrs. Runnington fell in the snare. Thus laid by this amorous sprig; Believing 'twas natural hair, As he did Mistress Runnington'* wig. He kissed her, the bargain W j strike, For they both had agreed on the match, POPULAR AND CHOKE SOI JS. 283 i the wire-work of her fan- dyke Caught the buckle that fastened r.itch. (a Tain they both struggled and grinned, Twas useless to labour and pull, Their nappers as tightly were pinned, at the nose of a bull. At length, both the fabrics crasy, By a resolute t-ffort, and bl Down fell Mr. Doddington'sjasey, And poor Mrs. Itunuingtsm'i wig. NOW, as bald as my hand, or two routes, They stood petri6ed at the dis- iter ; But it soon finished all their dis- J)llt- And tied their affection the taster. Each admiring: the other's good sent Made the best of their dismal miscarriage : And alleged in their mutual de- fence Secrets ne'er should be kept before marriage. Though they look'd like two mon- keys run crazy. While they laugh'd at the fro- licksome rig, She restored Mr. Doddington's jasey, Ami he Mrs. Runnington's wig. WHEN BIDDEN TO THE WAKE. WHEN bidden to the wake or fair, The joy of each free-hearted swain, Till Phoebe promis'd to be there, I loiter'd last of all the train. If chance some fairing caught her eye, The ribbon gay or silken glove, With eager haste I ran to buy ; For what is gold compar'd to love ! : > on her i> ioaa plae'd Could Harry's sweater - exhale ! H< r auburn lock-* my ribbon grae'd, And (lutter'din the wanton | With scorn tha bears me now < plain, Nor can my rustic presents move ; Her heart prefers a richer swain. And gold, alas ! has bauish'd love. THE ADIEU. THE summer night was clear and still, The sea was smooth, the winds were low ; And from its source the village rill Retir'd with mournful lapse and slow. The nightingale complained aloud. The sorrowing dove prolonged her moan ; And smiling from the snowy cloud, The moon with soflen'd lustre shone. As o'er a rock sweet Mary lenn'd. And view'd the watery swell below ; She thus her pensivebosom strain'd With themes of recollected woe: " When dooin'd by unrelenting fate, My charmer fled his native land ; What agonies did love relate As blooming Damon left the strand. " As hov'ring o'er the vessel's side, I saw the foaming billows roll ; And strengthening breezes lift the tide, A louder tempest sway'd my soul, Encircled in his fond embrace, I strove to lengthen our adieu ; 284 POPULAR AND CHOICK SONGS. But from that shrine of matchless grace \Y as forc*d by his unfeeling- crew. " Ami swift, unheld by love's con- trol, O'er breaking- waves the vessel flew ; I saw the day-star of my soul Decline from myenquiring view, My eyes, while fast he urg'd his flight. Pursued the object of their care; My tearful eyes pursued till light Was lost in undistinguished air.' LEVI LYON. MY name's Levi Lyon, a good na- tured Jew, Fal de ral, &c. But I know what is vat and I practish it too ; Peebles tink I am poor, and it suits with my plan, And tho' call'd a great rogue, I'm a very good man. Fal de ral de raddy, &c In de house, in de field, in de shop, in de street, I always makes monish of all vat I meet, I can change, I can sell, I can buy, I can lend, For as I'm a good man, I've a very good friend. I'm call'd a great fool by de resht of the Jews, 'Cause I come to shell puckles where the folkshwear no shoes; But dish is my plan datl means to pursue, Pay my price for de buckle (dere) 1*11 find you de shoe. I've nice Birmingham pistols as man can desire, I can part vid them cheap — but I can't make them fire *. Once out of my han-lsh, and for me dot'i enough, Ifmygoodsh do but sell, I can shwear dey go off. If I find in this country my bust- nesh to thrive, I don't know but I might specu late in a vife ; Velher black, vite, or tawney, I shall not be nice, But if she wants a good man, she must give a good orice. WITHOUT VICTUALS. LOUD ! Lord ! without victuals and drink, We poets must give up each strain ; It helps us poor devils to think, And thrash with more vigour our brain. Without victuals and drink— Lord the world were undone, "fis the soul of the world — 'tis the sine qua non. The soldier 'midst battle's alarms Wilhout it could ill face his foe, So faint would he handle his arms, And draw with such weakness his bow. Without victuals, &c. What would ladies and gentlemen do, That say such fine things tc each other ; They would never be able to coo, They would never be father and mother. Without victuals, &c. Then hey for good victuals and drink, Who's there that would not ca- rouse ; Whoever he may be, I think He's not to be found in thi • house. Without victuals, &c. POPULAR AND CHUICE SONGS 285 GO, ROSE. (.(>. ros< . my Chine's bosom grace, happy ibould I prove, Might I supply that envied place U ilh never-fading love! There, Phoenix like, beneath her i Invoiv'd in fragrance barn and die. Know, hapless flow'r, that thou •bait tind More fragrant roses there; I st «■ thy with'riug head reclined With envy and despair. One common fate we both must prove ; You die with envy— I with love. THE LINNET'S NEST. A LINNET'S nest wit!i anxious care, Young Strephop one day found me, When instantly the piunder'il pair, With cries came fluttering round me. M And is it thus V* cried I, •* un- kind, You'd raise compassion in me. Hence, cruel, hence, unless you find Some better way to win me." " Alas! if to give pain," cry'd he, •• My love for you has wrought me, I practise but that cruelty You have so often taught me. If thus the linnet and his mate, i raise compassion in you, No more unkindne&fl imitate, But let your Strephon win you." This said,— like lightning back he flew, The mossy nest restoring, The linnets kept their young in view, l\o more their loss deploring. 2 Meanwhile this act, so sweet, so kind, Had rais'd affection in me, And Strephon was well pleas'd to find The certain way to win me. NED MIZEN. NED Mizen lovM a maid call'd Anna, Fair as the rose in June was she ; Her gentle air and pleasing man- ner, Made him forget his toil at sea. The word was giv'n to sail one morning, Fate parted thus the maid and youth, But not before — deception scorn- They both had vow'd eternal truth. Ned scarce had left his blooming Anna, Before a suitor came to woo, Who, tho' of rough, ferocious manner, Had gold in store, if Fame speaks true ; Which made her father fix next morning For them to wed ! Poor Anna sigh'd ; But yet all disobedience scorning, Gave up her love — then pin ? d and died ! Full soon arriv'd the fatal story, Of what poor Anna had befel, To Ned engag'd in England's glory, Which shock'd him as it were death's knell ! 11 Adieu," cried he, " to bliss for ever, Since fate me Anna has denied ! I go," said he, *' where gold can't sever True love," — plung'd into the wave and died. CSG POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. BARNEY M'KERNING. AS f, Barney M'Kerning, was homeward returning, • With my pipe I'd been playing at Donnybrook fair, I -was dancing- so neatly, and play- ing so sweetly, That I bother'd the hearts of all the gay fair. I, met sweet Patty Speering, and I twigg'd her a leering, So iu order to please her I struck up a strain ; It set her a dancing, and her heart sweetly prancing-, That she begg'd I the tune would play over again. I pat down beside her, no favour denied her, Took out my pipe, and played the same strain; Oh! Barney, my jewel, I'll call you quite cruel, If you leave off till you've eased me of pain. My jewel, I'll ease you, I'll not cruelly tease you. As you are the darling I wish to obtain. Oh! if you mean that sincerely, play what I love dearly ; So to please me once more play it over again. To oblige this sweet creature, I play'd it much sweeter, That her eyes plainly told me I bother'd her quite; Says she, my heart's thrilling, with love how I'm filling, From that pipe of yours, Barney, that affords such delight; I'll wed you to-morrow, if you'll ease all my sorrow, And, whenever I wish it, will play the same strain. She to marry consented, and has never relented, For the tune night and morn play over again. DEVOTED LOVE. DEAR Mary! bless thy faithful heart, 'Twas form'd in heaven's mould , From truth it never can depart, To falsehood ne'er be sold. And mine, which thy fond power adores, Unfaithful ne'er can be; But like the bird that sun -ward soars, 'Twill ever turn to th -e. Love, truth, and joy compose the chain That binds such hearts as ours, That thrills with tender anxious pain In absence lingering hours. O, if "twere mine afar to rove, Far distant lands to see, Dear pledge of warm devoted love, I'd leave my heart with thee. Blest with a maid in charms com- plete, What, bosom could complain? Beyond the sphere of bliss so I sweet, All other joys are vain. And when I must resign my breath, ! Each pulse must silent be, As token that I lov'd till death I'll leave my heart to thee. THE MAN WHO'D PROTECT A FAIR MAID. I ADMIRE that man, whose hearl and his hand, Are ever extended to baa$J despair ; Whose bosom e'er open'd to pity'* command, Doth sympathy yield to the vir- tues of care. But the man of all others I'd love and caress, Is that man who'd protect a fair maid in distress. POPULAIt AND CllOICK So 287 That man I admire ami love as a , lid, AN ho tu plenty or poverty still is t'.ic *• . 1 1 1 1 c ; Who when danger shall threaten will fii;h t to defend, And from calumny snatch with true friendship inj name But the man above all as a friend |*d carets, Is the man who'd protect ■ fair maid in distress. When Bacchus o'er dolor and care shall prevail, And the o'erllowing goblet in- iiiireth plee : Let Will toast his Susan, or ■ Kate Of the Vale,' This toast in a bumper, my fav'- rite shall be : i May every prosperity aid and car< The man who'd protect a fair maid in distress. TOM TACK'S GHOST. I COURTED Polly of S pithead, And ax'd her to be married; At first she was most cruel kind, But she prov'd false as you shall find. With a chip chow, &c. I had of dollars sitch a show, And rigg'd her out from top to toe ; My purse grew thin, my togs grew queer, Then she grew cold, as you shall hear. With a chip, &.c. Tom Tack he com'd from Buenos Ay res, At first, says T, for him who cares « But then this coming wrought me voe ; He inizz-led Poll, as you shall know* With a chip, &c. 9 All in the tagt that I had bought, With that 'ere Tom she did con- sort, Vich gave m] t con- saru. And caus'd a row, as you shall lain. With a chip, &C. So challenge that 'ere Tom I did, Ve met, shook hands, and took a quid ; I shot poor Tom,— the worse for me, It brought his ghost, as you shall see. AN ith a chip, &c. Says he, ■ Pin Tom Tack's ghost that's flat.' Says I, ' now only think of that.' My pipe burnt blue, my blood ran cold ; The ghost look'd grim, as you'll be told. With a chip, &c. The ghost it said, ' I am not here, But in my grave.' Says I, ' that'9 queer.' Says he, * I'm come to torment you now,' Which was hard lines, aye, you'U allow. With a chip, &c. Says I, * friend ghost, belay your jaw; For if on me you claps a claw, My locker yonder vill reveal A tight rope's end, as you shall feel.' With a chip, &c. Then off his vinding sheet he throw'd, And by his trowsera Tom I ki <*w'd ; He vasii't dead, but come to mess, So there's an end, as you may guess. "Willi a chip, &c. 2SS POPULAR ANU CHOICE SONGS. THE MERRY SWISS BOY. COME arouse thee, arouse thee, my brave Swiss boy, Take thy pail aud to labour away ; The sua is up with ruddy beam, The kine are thronging to the stream. Come arouse thee, arouse thee, my brave Swiss boy, Take thy pail and to labour away. Am not I, am not I, say, a merry Swiss boy, "When I hie to the mountain away ? For there a shepherd maiden dear, Awaits my song with lisi'ning ear. Am not 1, am not I, then, a merry Swiss boy, \\ hen I hie to the mountain away ? Then at night, then at night, Oh! a gay Swiss boy, I'm away to my comrades away; The cup we fill, the wine is pass'd In friendship round, until at last; With ' good night' and ' good night' goes the happy Swiss boy, To his home and his slumbers away. THE ROSY BRIER. O, BONNIE was yon rosy brier, That blooms sae far frae haunt o' man ; And bonnie she, and, ah ! how dear . It shaded frae the e'enin' sun. Yon rosebuds in the morning dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green ! But purer was the lover's vow, They witnessed in their shade ye3treen. All in its rude and prickly Dower That crimsoned rose, hoW sweet and fail'! But love is far a sweeter flower, Amid life's thorny path o' care The pathless wild, and wimpliii burn, Wi'Chloris in my arms, be mine; And I the world, nor wish, nor scorn, Its joys and griefs alike resign. HE'S GONE. HE'S gone and I shall never see His manly form again, And peace has now forsaken me, From tears I can't refrain; The time seems long tho' 'twt** this morn, He left me here alone, He swore he'd ne'er forget, and then Left me to sigh and moan. Can he forget how oft he's swore To love no one but me. He may when in the cities, for He fairer maids will see; He said that to his mountain rewg He ever true would prove, A tear should never dim mine eyes, He ne'er would cease to love. I He whisper'd when we last em«; braced, Some comfort to my heart; He said that unpropitious fate, ; Should ne'er us lovers part; He quickly would be here again, And wed without delay ; Oh, when I see him here again, 'Twill be a happy day. j POPULAR AND CHOU i: SO BELIEVE ME, BET. BELIEVE me, Bet, this heart is tiiine, And ever will be so, They tell me, love, that Urine's not mine, Can I believe? no, no. Long have I known thee, Nearest well, Yet still longer I would know; Time true love can never quench, But love's nower more clearly show. That happy day when first we met, Your form it caught my eye; My heart was swnln, dearest Bet, It heav'd a broken sigh. The sigh you heard, the infection cau»ht. While Cupid spread his net; My mind on tliee alone wa.s wrought, And thine on me, dear Bet. AH, all Pd gladly leave for thee, But fate decrees: not so; I know thou'd do the same for me, Then s.iall we part? — no!— no! Though fortune frowns upon us, love, Our hearts with hope will glow; Bo long as thou dost constant prove, I'll never sigh,— no!— no! THE GIPSIES' GLEE. O ! WHO has seen the miller's wife? I, I, I. and kindled up new strife; A shilling from her palm I took, Ere on the cross lines I could look. V\ ho, who the tanner's daughter seen ? I, I, I, in quest of her have been ; Bui as the tanner was within, Twas hard to 'scape him m whole skin. From ev'ry place condemned to roam, in ev'ry place we seek a Lome; j branches from our summer roof, By thick grown Kaves made wea- ther proof. In ■helt'rittg nooks and hollow iraj ■>, We cbeerly pass our winter • Corn**, circle round the gi\ fire. Our songs, our stories u> I Come, stain your cheeks with nut or berry, You II find the gypsies' life is merry. YOUR LAUGHTER I'LL TRY TO PROVOKE. YOUR laughter I'll try to pro- voke With wonders I've seen in my travels, My first is a pig in a poke, Next a law-case without any cavils : A straw poker, a tiffany boat; Paper boots, to walk dry through the ditches ; A new lignum-vitae great coat, Flint waistcoat, and a pair of glass breeches. A dimity warming-pan, new. Steel night-cap, and pair of lawn bellows ; A yard-wide foot-rule, and then two Odd shoes that belong to odd fellows ; China wheelbarrow, earthenware A book bound in wood, and no leaves to it ; Besides a new velveret wig, Lin'd with tripe, and a long pair of sleeves to it. A coal-scuttle, trimm'd with Scotch gauze ; Pickled crumpets and harricoed muffins ; Tallow stow pan, nankeen chest of dra we rt ; Dumb nlartr-hellf., to frighten uumguiEua : Cc 290 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Six knives and forks made of red tape ; A patent wash-leather Bologna ; A gilt coat, with a gingerbread cape. And lined with the best macca- roni. A plumb-pudding made of inch u«-al ; A pot of mahogany capers; A gooseberry pie made of veal, And slnff'd with two three- corner'd scrapers : Sour crout, sweeten'd well with small coal ; A fricasee'd carpenter's mallet; A cast-iron toatl-iii-the-hele ; And— a monstrous great hole in the ballad. THE JOLLY FISHERMAN. I AM a jolly fisherman, I catch what I can get,. Still going on my better's plan, All's fish that comes to net; Fish, just like men, I've often caught, Crabs, gudgeons, poor John, cod- fish ; And many a time to market brought, A devilish sight of odd fish. Thus, all are fishermen, through life, With weary pains and labour; This baits with gold and that a wife, And all to catch his neighbour. Then praise the jolly fisherman, Who fakes what he can get; Still going- on his better's plan, All's fish that comes to net. The pike, to catch the little fly, Extends his greedy jaw ; For all the world, as you and I Have seen your men of law ; He who to laziness devotes His time, is, sure, a numb fish; And members, who rive silent votes May fairly be call'd dumb fish : False friends, to eels we may com- pare, The roach resembles true ones; Like gold fish, we find old friends, rare, Plenty as herrings, new ones. Then praise the jolly, etc. Like fish, then, mortals are a trade, And trapp'd and sold and bought; The old wife and the tender maid Are both with tickling- caught: Indeed, the fair are caught, 'tis said, If you but throw the line in, With maggots, flies, or something red, Or any thing that's shining; With sma.ll fish you must lie in wait For those in high condition, But 'tis alone a golden bait Can catch a ieam'd physician. Then praise the jolly, &c : THE POWERS OF LIQUOR AND LOVE. SWEET Kilruddery, where I was born, When my mother was dying with grief. For she seem'd, as I've heard, all forlorn, Till I, Thady, did give her re- lief; Then she call'd me her own Irish lad; Her jewel, her son, and her heir ; And my father was mightily glad That myself came to add to his j care. From my youth, my fond parents I with pride And delight how they gaz'd on their son ; They gave me good learning, be- side. From my service they bade me not run, POP! LAR AND ( iloh 291 But the beet tiling thej I thou Was a buttle of whisk, drink ; And drinking 1 has still been my fault, For of nothing but drinking I think. Oh, yes! by the powers! I'd for- got, There is something else runs in my head ; 'Tis love, and it has been my lot By liquor and love to be led ; For the liquor my senses does drown. Whilst love seizes hold of my heart ; Till, at length, such good friends they are grown, That I swear from 'em never to part. LIFE LET US CHERISH. LIFE let us cherish while yet the taper plows, And the fresh floweret pluck e'er it el "\\ hy are we fond of toil and care, Why choose the rankling- thorn to wear ; And, heedless, by the lily stray, Which blossoms in our way ? Life let us cherish, &c. When clouds obscure the atmos- phere. And fork'd lightnings rend the air ; The sun resumes his silver crest, And smiles adown the west. Life let us cherish, &c. The genial seasons soon are o'er, Then let us ; ere we quit the shore, Contentment seek, it is life's zest, The sunshine of the breast. Life let us cherish, &c. Away with every toil and care, And cease th« rankling thorn to wear ; With manful hearts life's conflict meet, Till death sounds Tie retreat. Lite let us cherish, Ac. CHAPTER OF NAI. my in ptej prnjf \\ ill you list B ininntf, For, though n») song it is n<-» long. There's soinetbi i > it. To ling of n. ill-, it yttt'll permit, portive inn liis^ A subject which I now bave pat Just al my lingers' ends, sirs, The world it is a big of nails, And some are very queer ones, And some are Hats, and some are •harps, And some are very dear ones. We've sprigs, aud spikes, and spa- rables, Some little, great, and small, sir, Some folks love nails with mon- strous heads, And some love none at all, sir. The bachelor's a hob-nail, He rusts for want of use, sir, The misers they're no nails at all They're all a pack of screws, sir. An enemy will get some clouts If here they chance to roam, sir, For Knglislunen, like hammers, will Be sure to drive them home, sir. The doctor nails you with his bill, Which often proves a sore nail ; The undertaker wishes von As dead as any door-nail. You'll often find each agent To be nailing his employer The lawyer nails his client, And the devil nails the lawyer. Dame Fortune is a brad-awl, And often does contrive it, To make each nail go easily Where'er sne please to drive it. Then, if I gain your kind applause, For what I've sung or said, sir, Then you'll admit that I have hit The right nail on the head, sir. C C 2 292 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. WHEN THE HOLLOW DRUM WHEN the hollow drum has beat to bed, When the little f:fer hangs his head, Still and inute the Moorish flute, Anf what Fate for each mortal intends ; At the long string- of ills a kind dess relented, Ami slept in three blessings- Wife, children, and friends. In vain surly Pluto declared he ii cheated, And justice divine could not compass its ends ; The scheme of man's penance he re was defeated, earth becomes Heav'n with wife, children, and friends. If the stock of our bliss is in stran- r hands vested, fund ill securd, oft* in bank- ruptcy ends, But the heart issu*e3 bills thai are never protested, When drawn ou the firm of wife, children, and friends. Th ' valour still glows on his life's waning - embers, The death-wounded Tar(who his colours defends), Drops a tear of regret as he dying remembers H w blest was his home with wife, children, and friends. The soldier, whose deeds live" im- mortal in story, Whose duty to far distant lati- tude sends, With transport would barter whole ages of glory For one happy day with wife, children, and friends. Tho' spire-breathing gales o'er caravan hover, Tho' round Arabia's whole fra- grance ascends, The merchant still thinks of the woodbines that cover The bow'r where he sat with wife, children, and friends. The (' HI nil* clouded m Alone oil itself | n.« .it end*, But drear i* the I- it borrow >»o warmth from the Mini wife, children, and friends* Let the breath of renown ever freshen and nourish The laurel which o'er her tleac fav'nte bends, O'er me weave the willow, and long may it flourish Bedew'd with the tears of wife, children, and friends. Let us drink, for my song growing 1 graver and graver, To subjects too solemn ' insen* sibly tends, Let us drink, pledge me high, love and virtue shall flavour The glass that I fill to wife, chil- dren, and friends. WE'LL PUT A SHEEP-HEAD V THE PAT. WE'LL put a sheep-head i' the pat, Horns and a' thegither, And that will mak dainty glide broth. And we'll a' sup thegither. We'll a' .sup thegither, We'll a' lie thegither; A\ e'll hae nae mair beds but ane, Until it be warmer weather* The woo will lythe the kail, The horns will serve for bread* By that >e'!l n* ken the virtue Of a gude sheep-head. We'll a' sup, &c. Some will lie at the head, Some will lie at the feet, Jock Cuddie will lie V the middle, For he likes a' the heat. We'll a' lie, &c VOVl J. All AND (CHOICE SONGS. GAY BACCHUS. G\V Bacchus one evening invit- ing' his friends, To partake of a gen'rous flask, To each social being a message he sends, To meet at the head of his cask. The guests all appeared at his place of address, Tlie witty, the grave, and the bold ; Our circle surpass'd all that fancy can guess, Of Auther's round table of old. Our circle, &c. In the midst of our merriment, who do you think, Unsuspected had seated him there, But one Care, in disguise — who tip'd us the wink, And waru'd us of Time to be- ware, Who in spite of his age, or the weight of his years, AVe should find but a slippery blade; Is known by the lock that on his forehead he wears, And carries the sign of his trade. Our circle, &c. We gratefully ply'd him with bottle and pot, Which fill'd up his wrinkles a- pace ; The Cynic grew blithe, and his precepts forgot, And soon fell asleep in his place : Regardless of Time, then we threw off restraint, Nor fear'd we to wake the old spark, Our songs were select, and our stories were quaint, And each was as gay as a lark. Our circle, &c. When all on a sudden so awful and tall, One appeared, who spoil'd a; good bong 2 Father Time moving round by the side of the wall Behind US slow stealing along; We rose to his ltev'rence, and of- fei'd a chair! He said for no man he wou'd stay ; Then Bacchus up started and j caught ut his hair, And he swore all the score he I should pay. Our circle, &c. But Time well aware of the god I of the grape, Evaded his efforts and flew ; We seiz'd on his glass, e'er he made his escape, And in two ; Then we fill d each with wine, in- stead oi his sand, And drank double toasts to the fair, Each member in turn with a glass in each hand, Then parted and went home with Care. Our circle, &c. KATHLEEN O'REGAN. A BOY in my teens just before I reach'd twenty. Among the young lasses would j cast an hawk's eye ; Fresh lilies and roses and posies in plenty, Grac'd Kathleen O 'Regan the pride of Athy, She'd say, Pat, be aisy ; ah, why would you teaze me ? I dread to come near you, and ; cannot tell why, My soul ! neither Jenny, nor Nell of Kilkenny, Are dear as sweet Kathleen, the pride of Athy. Arrah Ppt, you know that my fa- ther and mother, Both think me too young tc be married, O fie . popi l\k and rnoh i: so 299 I ha\o path . mil'd like a Cupid, made me look stupid, M\ eye* fixM win* lore, when I found *lie\l comply ; oin'd every feature, like lints of nature, 0, Kathleen O'Regan, the pride \U»y. [Then war drove me on to where She kis^M me. I press's] her witii tears in each eye ; s\ es_ \i,am| blnbber'd, Remember poor Kathleen, and once-lov v d Athy ; Where oft, in* its bowers, you've pull'd me sweet Bowers, h e'er you forget it, 111 cer- tainly die. athleen to love you, I'll ever be true l> re, « t Kathleen O'Regan, the pride of Athy. OPEN THE DOOll TO ME. pen the door, some pity to BthoW, On. open the door to me, oh ! i k»u hast been false, 1*11 ever prove true, Oh, open the door to me, oh! auld is the blast upon my pale cheek, Kui ranlder thy love for me, oh! >e fr «l that freezes the ii:e at m> heart, Is nought to my pains frae thee, <.ii! lie wan moon is letting behind the u Uile « I iine is setting with me, oh ! friends, fal w eil ! ftir mair i rouble them, nor thee, My tii dou n by hii vide, , oh ! FROM A THK earth is a toper and drfpa Dp the rain, And tho' she drinks deep, still is thirsty again ; The trees are all topers, and drink from their birth, And they Sourish the more as they drink from the earth. Your smooth flowing- rivers, tho* sober they seem, Will ->teal thro' large empires and tipple each stream : - _\ old ocean are con- stantly quaff 'd, And he'll drink you down rivers aim seas at a draught. The jolly fae'd sun, too, believe it or not, So bright and so glorious, is still but a sot ; With dews and with vapours he'd wetting his lips, And the Clouds best can tell how much the rogue sips. Diana, the prude, tipples slyly by night, And it is by her tipling her face shines so bright ; From Mercury to Saturn, each planet that rolls Drinks light round the sun, as \\o punch round our bowl-. The laws of creation then let us Give us plenty of liquor to moist- en our clay ; You censure the bottle, hut pray tell me why, Whilst all nature is soaking,shr*l'd * e remain 300 POPULAR AND CHOICF, SONGS. THE MAD GIRL'S SONG. THE lily enamels the vale, And roses they purple above; Bui how can their "lories prevail With a smile from the lips of >ny love ? But my love he was false and un- kind, "When he bade me depart from the grove ; And I'll go ;— for I have not a mind That will laugh in the frowns of my love. I'll pick up the flowers that are dead, And deck all my bosom so gay, That love shall come, patting' my head, And steal all their blossoms away ; But no, he sha'n't rob me of these, Refusal his wishes shall prove; For he. would not, my passion to please, Inspire the cold breast of my love. 1 will visit the cypress so sad, That hangs o'er the dark sha- dow'd grave ; And I know, though they tell me* I'm mad, That I'll tear off its branches to wave. Oh, then a sweet garland I'll twine, And show all my friends how I wove : And all,— but the leaves, shall- be mine, For I'll give all the green to my love. But my love, I'm afraid, won't be press'd To take the poor gift, though so smart ; For he scorn'd this fond fluitering breast, And all the warm wealth of my heart. Then Til keep it, and twine in my hair The green and the boughs that I wove ; And, when it shall fade (..way there, Sing dirges to it and my love* OH, CRUUL! OH, cruel vas my parents that forc'd my love from me, And cruel vas the press-gang that took him out to sea; And cruel vas the little boat that rowed him from the strand, And cruel vas the great big ship that sail'd him from the land. Too rol, too rol, &c. Oh! cruel vas the va*ter that bore my love from Mary, And cruel vas the fair vind that vouldn't blow contrary; And cruel vas the boatswain, the ' captain, and the men, That didivt care a farden if we never met again. Too rol, too rol, &c Oh! cruel vas the splinter thai i broke my poor love's leg, Now he's obliged to fiddle for'.t, and I'm obliged to beg; A vagabonding vagrant, and a ran ti poling wife, We fiddles, and we limps it, I through the ups and downs of life. Too rol, too rol, &c. Oh! cruel vas (he engagement, in which my true love fought, And cruel vas the cannon-ball that knocked his right eye out; He used to leer and ogle me, with peepers full of fan, But now he looks askew at me, i because he's only one. Too rol, too rol, &c. My love he plays the fiddle well* and vanders up and down. And I follows at his h elbow through all the streets in town; POPULAR AND CIIOK E BONOS. 301 We spends our days in harmony, and wery seldom fights, Except when lie's his grog aboard, or 1 gets queer at nights. Moral. tfow, ladies, all take varning, by mv true love and me. Though cruel fate should cross you, remember constancy. Like me, you'll be revarded, and have all your heart's delight, With fiddling: in the morning, and a drap of max at night. THE LABOURER'S WELCOME HOME. THE ploughman whistles o'er the furrow, The hedger joins the vacant si rain, The woodman sings the woodland thorough, The shepherd's pipe delights the plain ; Where'er the anxious eye can roam, Or ear receive the jocund plea- sure, Miriads of beings thronging Hock, Of Nature's song to join the mea- sure, Till to keep time, the village clock Sounds sweet the labourer's welcome home. The hearth swept clean, his part- ner smiling, Upon the shining table 9inokes The frugal meal ; while time be- guiling, The ale the harmless jest pro- voke-. ; Ye inmates of the lofty dome. Admire his lot,— his children play- To share his smile, around him flock ; •i And faithful Tray, since morn, that straying Trudged with him, till the vil- lage cl<»ck Proclaimed the labourer*! wel- come home. The cheering faggot buint to em- bers, While lares round their vigils keep, That power, which poor and rich remembers, Each thanks, and then retires to sleep : And now the lark climbs hea- ven's high dome, Fresh from repose— toil's kind re- liever, And, furnished with his daily stock, His dog, his staff, his keg, his bea- ver, He travels, till the village clock Sounds, sweet, the labourer's welcome home. 'TIS LOVE, 'TIS LOVE! 'TWAS Love, 'twas Love, that made the world, And hence, — as sages say, The grateful world, in turn, inake9 love, Makes love, — now every day. What prompts the wife's desire to please And heightens every soft ca ress ? What lightly draws where Plea- sure strays, Excusing still the sweet excess! What smooths the road, where Power And Grandeur keep the gate • And who, in lucky hour, Pops in,— while Others wait? 'Tis Love, 'tis Love, cv.c. What gives the wit, the poet fire ? \\ Lat makes the merest tri/len joy ? D d 302 POriL.AU AND CHOICE SONGS. What may the brute with soul in- spire, Or dastards urge to brave em- ploy ? What calls our humble graces To quit their fortunes low? Or nameless honours places On many a wedded brow? 'Tis Love, 'lis Love, &c. Of many a friend and patron warm W hat makes the \ent'rous artist sure ? What tempts fresh youth each na- tive charm To deck with Fashion's every lure r Who sends on wild-goose chases, Alike the grave and gay, Among the pretty faces: — Ye very wise ones say. • 'Tis Love, 'tis Love, &c. Among the farthest, wildest hills, \\ ithin the court or cottage pale, In water, air, by fields, and rills, In festal hall, or rural vale, — What makes fond husbands, say you? Kind wives, and lovers true ? Your turtle-doves, I pray you ? And what your cuckoos, too ? 'Tis Love, 'tis Love, &c. THE WELSH HARPER. OVER the sunny hills f stray, Tuning many a rustic lay; And, sometimes, in the shadowy vales I sing of love and battle tales: Merrily, thus I spend my life, Though poor, my breast is free from strife ; The blithe old Harper called, am I, In the Welsh vales, 'mid inoun* tains high. Sometimes, before a castle gate, In song, a batile I relate; Or, how a lord, in shepherd's guise, Sought favour in a virgin's eyes : With rich and. poor, a welcome guest, No cares intrude upon my breast; The blithe old Harper, &c. 8 When Sol illumes the western sky < And evening zephyrs softly sigh,' Oft time, on village green. 1 play. While, round me, dance the rus» tics, gay ; And oft, when veiled by sable night, The wandering shepherds I de- light. The blithe old Harper, &c. MONTGOMERY'S PIG. GAILY I'll dash along, sorrow's mere flummery, Sentiment's all a fantastical rig; I once read a novel, call'd Mor- daunt Montgomery, He broke his heart for a favour- ite pig. He and his pig were from infancy play-felloAvs ; While they were young they be hav'd very well ; But when they grew up they turn VI out very gay fellows, Scamping and sky-larking— ' where I sha'n't tell. Pig grew s(T rakish, that, spite of his clamours, Cross-ways they tied a great slick on his chest ; So, losing at once both his acorns and amours, He sickened and died — of a pain in his breast. Shame and remorse seized hi? ruthless oppressors, But, when Montgomery heard the sad tale, Vengeance he vow'd on poor pig gy's aggressors, Confirming his oath with three nippers of ale. Soundly he kick'd them; but, hap- less Montgomery, Nought it availed thee, thy grief was SO big; He madden'd, he smil'd ! and to show 'twasn't mummery Breath'd his last sigh ut the grave of his pig. port i . v . Thj will. Hath boi n< MM :• . to try your worth, I i-anif, For, bleasM with rfches, pew r, and t Tom - Than, tliai which, with the in ml, Might prove the last and best re- ward, Of courage, truth, and duty. i (u:\vlim:. TOM Clewli tmH ieart Ihreedam li claim'd . Snn, mid Bonny Kate: Bach for her fiuth and beaut: lain d. nil, N\ ould often bum, And tremble for his flste. , . M "a an eve when WftJSU r.n, But feebly tweU'd the pow rful >m, so blithe and jolly, To either fair at onre appeaPd, His scars, but not his wealth, re- il"d, -«_m Then claim'd the hand of Polly. Alas! says Poll, how vain to wed, When lore is all our boast! By famine press**, by llati'ry fed, To misery prone, To peace unknown, Which pang would pierce the most : Wlsy then, says Tom, to soothe my woes, I'll seek for comfort and repose Within the arms of Nancy ; But poverty, to Nan's surprise, Had diinm'd her sailor's sparkling eyes; He pleas*d not now her fancy. Next to his Kate the partial Tar With zealous ardour turu'd ; For her he'd brav'd the hottest war. And on the main, Her love to gain, Had glory's laurel earn'd. Ah ! Tom, says she, no fears alarm, If still to Kate thy heart is warm; She'd wed thee, love, to-morrow; With thee the worst of ills she'd bear, For thee suppress each struggling tear, To soften all thy sorrow. Then, dearest girl, 'tis thou alone Shall share my honest toils; 9 I LOVE TO STRAY. WHEKE cowslips sweet adorn the mead, And daises deck the verdant plain, When roseate shepherds tune the reed. And birds renew their lively strain, ♦Tis then, amidst those scenes so g a .v, With Mary dear I love t< stray. More lovely than the lily fair, Or sweetly blooniug damask rose, Does my dear Mary's face ap- pear — Far greater sweets her cheek3 dis( I With this dear maid, at close of day. How dearly do I love to stray. By moonlight, in the shady grove, Close by a riv'let's bubbling side, As late I wander'd with my love. She there agreed to be my bride ; And if she'll wed without delay, I vow from her 1 ne'er will stray. D D 2 304 POPULAR ANJ) CHOICE SONGS. THE BIRTH OF THE ROSE. ONE day as gay Bacchus a nymph was pursuing, The fair one precipitate fled his embrace, Tho* ripe for the joys he in fancy was viewing 1 , * By Styx,' cried the god, ' I must give up the chace.' She look'd back disdainfully, and smil'd at his reeling, While her loose flowing robes by a briar were caught : He quickly approached, and his wishes revealing, Her charms were, he told her, the source of her fault. He bade her not fear, but partake of love's pleasure, And patting her cheek, swore he'd do her no wrong; Avow\l himself god both of wine and of pleasure, And that fate had decreed he should ever be young. Overaw'd with respect, many fa- vors were given, She at last grew inclin'd to be- stow him a kiss ; At which he exclaim'd, ' There is pastime in Heaven, But earth is the region of ex- quisite bliss.' He then cried, * Sweet briar, I grant, as I've power, Thy fame shall surpass ev'ry shrub of the vale ; At spring's fair return, thou shalt bear a sweet flower, Its odour shall perfume the swift passing 1 gale ; Its bloom shall outvie the bright tints of the morning, To resemble the blush which her cheeks did disclose, When she smiling consented, ab- juring proud scorning, And mortals shall prize it, and call it a rose.' EYES ! LIVING CRYSTALS. DUET. EYES ! living crystals, strain'd with thought, O ! look— 'till dazzled sight de- cay ! Lips ! moving rubies, music- fraught, O ! breathe my soul in sigho away. My dream of hope ! my crown of pleasure ! Thou only one in life to me ; Could rifled worlds amass their treasure, No ore nor gem should purchase thee. UNFORTUNATE MARY. DISTRACTED with anguish and grief, Behold a poor girl of woe. Ah ! where shall I Hy for relief? In vain scalding tears for him flow ; No ease they afford to my heart, Nor comfort can give to my mind ; Ah ! what can the world now im- parl, Where ease or sweet hope can I find ? Then pity me, maids ! ah, pity me ! My true love lost at sea, In the unfortunateAbergav'ny. The youth of my heart is no more — Charles found a wat'ry grave; His virtues how many deplore, Yet worth nor virtue could save That dear form from the tyrant death ; His truth, and vows so sincere, Fled for ever f:hat voice and breath, And all my soul held dear. Then pity me, &c. : LAR AND CHOICE SONGS. No more, fond memorj 111 tracing the Heav'nly muni, taken her Right, And gone lo its kindred kind; I ! tho' heart-broken! Constancy still was thy lot; Your sorrow will soon find a rest, i ii >' Charles will ne'er be for* Then pity me, &c CAROLINE OF GOSPORT. 'TWAS at the break of day we spy'd The signal to unmoor, Which sleepless Caroline des- cry'd, (t maid, from Gosport shore ; The fresh'ning gale at length .'irusc, Her heart began to swell, N^r could cold fear the thought ...se v Of bidding me farewell. In open boat the maid of worth, Soon reachM our vessel's side, Soon too she found her William's birth, But sought me not to chide ; ' Go (she exelaim'd) for fame's a cause A female shou'd approve, For who that's true to honour's laws, Is ever false to love ! My heart is loyal, scorns to fear, Nor will it even fail, Th"' war's unequal wild career Should William's life assail ! Th*)' death 'gainst thee exert his swav, Oli, trust me. but the dart That woundeth thee, will find its way To Caroline's true heart. Should conquest in fair form ar- ray *■ my song, Which like most odd matters is not very l>»ug ; My purpose to prove, from the peer to the clod, That we all have a something' that makes us look odd. Derry down, &c. 'Twere odd if a lawyer right honest should be, Or should ever refuse, sirs, to pocket a fee ; A Cit flout at turtle, or ltoscius at fame, Or a maid laugh at scandal, when thrown on her name. Derry down, &c. Then since we're all oddities, one with the other, As Odd Fellows let's study to serve one another ; Yet in one thing- be even, and that's sir, to sing, Success to Old England, and God save the King ! Deiry down, &c. TAWAY! AWAY! TRIO. AWAY! away ! We've crown'd the day. The hounds are waiving for their prey; The huntsman's call, Invites ye all. Come in boys while ye may. D d 3 306 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. The jolly horn, The rosy morn, >\ itli harmony of deep-mouth'd hounds ; These— these my boys, Are sportsmen's joys, Our pleasure knows no bounds. THERE'S NOTHING I HATES MORE THAN DRINKING. SOME folks in my place, now, would*tipple and drink, Ju-it by way, now, of drowning their trouble ; But to do that just now would be folly, I think, 'Cause then all my woes would look double; But one little drop, to drive sor- row away, Can ne'er make a drunkard, Tin thinking-, For though I oft love just to moisten my clay, There's nothing I hates more than drinking. With my fal de ral, &c. [Hiccup There's nothing I hates more than drinking. But the world, d'ye mind me, so wicked is grown, They tell you I often get mel- low, Though, ifegs, there is not, if the truth they would own, In Otranto a soberer fellow ; For "a bottle or two, to drive sorrow away, &c. llut your soberest folks oft come off with the worst, Witness I, here so late in the dumps, sirs; When Manfred knows this, why then I'll be curst, If I sha'n't get plenty of thumps, sirs; So how to escape from this turbu- lent fellow, And hide from his fury, I'm thinking ; Why, I'll fly to my old place cl refuge, the collar, Though there'ti nothing I hates more than drinking. With my fal de ral, &c. THE COSSACK MELODY. LOUD the trump of war was blowing ; Glory called me to the fray; W hen my love, with eyes o'er- flowing, Cried— awhile delay! Gentle youth, thy steed detain- ing, Stay and hear my fond complain- ing ; Gentle youth, oh! stay. Vain her tears and vain her sor- row, Swiftly from her sight I flew; Saying, if I live to-morrow, I'll return to you. From that hour which did us sever Never, I beheld her never. From that hour I bade for ever Peace of mind adieu. VAT A SHARMING POY I PE. WHEN first a little Smouchy, no higher than as that. My dad and mammy taught me to know veil vat is vat. They pat mai little cheek and mai curly head you see, And dey all of dem agree a at a sharming poy I pe, Wid mai smiles delighting, Eyes inviting; Oh! all of dein agree vat a sharming poy I pe. Den soon I grow'd up pigger, and kept my eye on trades, And, sometimes, too, I keep it on the little smiling maids; I ogled them so pretty wherever dem I see, Then dey all of 'em agree vat a sharming poy I pe, Wid mai smiles delighting- &c. POPULAR AM) CHOICE SONGS. 307 At In** de gay Miss Levi vns vin in v tender heart, Ami I resolv'd to marry her, ami do a husband** pari ; I courted her so pretty, she could not cruel pe, Slic otrn'd ihe never found such a proper man as me, A\ 'in mai smile* delighting", &c. "Sow, go where'er I may, all de pretty little dears Dey seek mai heart to win — hut I'm blind to all dere tears; I'm constant to my spousy — and true to me is she, For she swears she never found Mich a charming man as me, 'W id mai smiles delighting, &c. PETER PRUIN. GOOD folks, I have set up an ho- nest and fair house, For genuine tea I have opened a warehouse, With genuine cocoa, all other is poison, And genuine bohea, and genuine hyson. The Kmperor Shong-Son, of Ko Ki, no Kansi, Has taken to me, Peter Praia, a a fancy ; Then, if you are sick of balder- dash brewing, Come, buy half a pound of your friend Peter Prnin. Then, ma'am, will you walk in, And fol de rol liddle; And, sir, will y»ni stalk in, And fol de rol liddle; And, little miss, pop in, And fol de rol liddle ; And, young master, hop in, And fol de rol liddle. This chocolate's genuine, Peter's no joker, A genuine mixture of brickdust and ochre ; This genuine sugar, to pound in a caster, Is hewn from a genuine stone ala- baster; 9 I B genuine beans, fr< on \ Make geouin mine horses ; sine figs, that my shop » rich in, Are prettily sugo'/'d with sand from the kitchen. Then, ma'am, will you walk in, Ac. When genuine flats shall awhile hither Hock it, And put me a genuine plum in my pocket, I'll drink the amendment in ge- nuine claret, And dash through the streets in my genuine chariot; My genuine merit, the people will know it, The bubble will burst when I no longer blow it, It's then you will know, my very good folks, That my genuine tea is a genuine hoax. Then, ma'am, will you walk in, &c. MY SOUL IS DARK. MY soul is dark — oh! quickly siring The harp I yet can brook to hear, And let thy gentle fingers fling Its melting murmurs o'er mine ear. If in that heart a hope be dear. That sound shall chariii it forth again ; If in these eyes there lurk a tear, 'Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain. 3ut bid the strain be wild and deep, Nor let thy notes of joy be first ; I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep, Or else this heavy heart must burst. For it has been by sorrow must. And ach'd in sleepless silence long, :ios I'OPl'LAR AND CHOICE rsONGS. And mow 'tis doomed to know the worst. And break at once or yield to song. IT WONT BE MY FAULT IF I DIE AN OLD MAID. MY mother pretends for a wife I'm too young-, And says that men will deceive me, Bui let her look back, she'll soon hold her tongue ; If not, 'tis no matter, believe ine. Sweet gentlemen, don't be a mo- ment in fear, And suffer a damsel to keep sing- ing here, Remember no thought to a girl is so dread, As the terrible one— she may die an old maid. 31 other preaches for ever against men, the vile sex, And says every look is alarm ing, But, between you and I, this she says only to vex, For I know that she thinks you all charming. Three husbands she has had iu the course of her life, Now I only want one, sir. " pray who'll have a good wife :" Now men don't be stupid and look half afraid, Speak boldly, or else I must die an old maid. Men boast they are kind, and are easily had, And lovers are willing and plenty, I vow it is false, for I've not got a lad. Although I'm turned one-and twenty. The man I love best now stands in full view, Don't look so sharp, sir, I did not mean you, But that handsome man, there — O, what have I said, But it won't be my fault if I die an old maid. THE MAIN-TOP. RESPLENDENT gleam'd the am- ple moon, Reflected on the glittering lee, The bell proclaiin'd night's awful noon, And scarce a ripple shook the sea. When thus, for sailors, nature's care, What education has denied, Have of strong sense, a bounteous share, By observation well supplied; While thus, in bold and honest guise, For wisdom mov'd his tongue. Drawing from wisdom comfort's drop, In truth and fair reflection wise, Right cheerfully sung Little Ben, that kept his watch iu the main- top. ' ; Why should the hardy tar com- plain ! -Tis certain true he weathers more, From dangers on the roaring main, Than lazy lubbers do ashore. Ne'er let the noble mind despair, Though roaring seas run moun- tains high, All things are built with equal care, First-rate or wherry, man or fly : If there's a Power that never errs, And certainly 'tis so — For honest hearts what comforts drop- As well as kings and emperors Why not take in tow Little Ben, that keeps his watch in the main- top. POPULAR AN!) CHOICE SOU 30!) Vhat though to distant climet I roam. Far from my darling Nancy's charms, t.r is my welcome home blissful moorings in her arms. I i|)s she on that st>i)er moon A i"\ •• ation takes, Anil longs that Little Ben may soon Relieve that heart which sorely aihes. Ne'er tear; that Power that never errs, That guards all things be- low— For honest hearts what comforts drop — A-- a\ ell as kings anil emperors Will surely take in tow Little Ben, that keeps his watch in the main-top. HAMLET. A HERO'S life I sing, His story shall my pen mark, He was not the king, But Hamlet, Prince of Denmark; His mamma was young, The crown she had her eyes on ; Her husband stopp'd her tongue, >he stopp'd his ears with poison. Tooral, looral, lay, ti, rol, rumpti, 'idy, Tweedle, deedle eh! ri, fol, rump- ti, doodle eh! When she had kill'd the king, >he ogl'd much his brother, And having slain one spouse, She quickly got another; And this so soon did she, Anut The (ilvst of Hamlet's daddy. Tooral, looral, lay, ti, rol, ftc. Just at that time it rose. And sighing. said, * List! Haminy, Your mother is the snake That poison'd me ; or d — me. And now I'm gone below, All over ■ulph'rons (lame, boy; That your dad should be on fire, You'll own's a burning shame, boy. Tooral, looral, lay, ti, rol, &c. Just at the time he spoke, The morn was breaking througo dell, Up jumpM a cock, and cried, Cock-a-doodle, doodel ; 1 I'm now cocksure of going, Preserve you from all evil You to your mother walk, And I'll walk to the d 1. Tooral, looral, lay, ti, rol, &c. Hamlet lov'd a maid. Calumny had pass'd her, She never had play'd tricks, 'Cause — nobody had asked her ; Madness seiz'd her wits. Poor Lord Chamb'rlain's daugh- ter, She jump'd into a pond, And went to heaven by water. Tooral, looral, lay, ti, rol, &c. No matter now for that, A play they made, and shamm'd it; The audience Claudius was, And he got up and d — d it. He vow'd he'd see no more, He felt a wond'rous dizziness And then for candles call'd, To make light of the bus'iu Tooral, looral, lay, li, rol &c 310 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. A tViu'nig-match had they, The queen drinks as they try too, Says she, ' O king, I'm kill'd.' Saya Laertes, ' So am I too.' And so am I,' cries Ham, • What, can all these tilings true be ;' • What, are you dead V says the king. 4 Yes, sir, and so shall you be.' Tooral, locral, lay, ti, rol, &c. So then he stabb'd his liege, Then fell on Ophy's brother, And so the Danish court All tumbl'd one on t'other. T«> celebrate these deeds, Which are from no false sham- let, Ev'ry village small Henceforth was call'd a Hamlet. Tooral, looral, lay, ti, rol, &c. THE LOSS OF MY WINNY AND WALES. DEAR was the vale of my youth, 'Mid the mountains of Cambria shrouded, Where my Winny breath' d ardor and truth, And our fond day cf joy was ne'er shrouded. Yes, we lived, still beloving, be- loved, And with pleasure my memory hails The delights that around me hath roved When blessed with my Winny and Wales. But sorrow loo quickly appeared, And Winny was ta'en to the tomb, The smile that so sweetly en- deared, Was lost m death's pitiless gloom. 2 A wanderer now, sad ; ud foriorn, All hope in this drear bosom fails, Anl in anguish I ever must mourn For the loss of my Winny and Wales. LAWYER FLAM. OLD Flam was a lawyer so grim, He married his maid, people say ; But scarce was the honeymoon dim When the Devil cried, Flam, come away. Oh ! oh ! story of woe, when the Devil cried, Flam, come away. How she wish'd that the tear-droi> would fall, But poor Mrs. Flam could not weep ; And soon, in a black velvet pall, She popp'd the old lawyer to sleep. Oh ! oh! story of woe, &c. She thought of her love as she lay, When the ghost of the late Mr. Flam. In his green velvet cap, came to * Phoo, nonsense! your grief is all sham.' Oh! oh ! story of woe, &c. Quoth she, ' Ghost, I'm no longer thine, I won't lie alone in the dark, For to-morrow, at half-after nine, Mr. Flam, I shall marry your clerk.' Oh ! oh ! story of woe, &c. MY SOLE AMBITION IS TO DRINK. BACCHUS must now his power resign, | I am the only god of wine. It is not fit the wretch should be ! In competition set with me, Who can drink ten times more i than he. : J 'art II. IV_ ..Ml AM) ( HOICi; >()%(. S. 311 powers dl- 1 I*et wine its only product h i ill, and air, and ; Ami lei that wine be all for me, i Let other mortals vainly wear irej as ambitious toil and think ; Let itates mid empires swim or sink ; ambition i-> to drink. I MADE A PROMISE TO BE ti 1st:. I MADE a promise to be \vi«e, Rut 'twas a promise out of sea- son ; So much to, that I'm sore he lies \\ boaaya he always follows Rea- i son. >u prow tir'd of Wisdom's dream. And turning- from pale Melan- choly, Fell on the opposite extreme ; But at last I grew tir'd of Polly. Thus separate ; what next to do ? Perhaps 'twould keep them to their tether, If I could work upon these two To live in harmony together. After of course a little strife, 'Twas settled, without further pother, One should be treated as a wife. And only as a mistress t'other. Her portion of my joys and cares W each by my appointment measures ; Reason c. inducts all my affairs. And Folly manages my plea- sures. ' l\i \< Hi) in the fragile bau life, On |>U w bile joyous youth ifo al helm, wanton pride ! With buoyant hopes and stn ers I That flutter with the breeze, Our vessel swift is wafted 0*( The lucid We disregard th< Lea behind ; With silken -iiis of soft delight Unfuri'd to catch the wind. Winds of distress now roughly rise, Harsh thunder rends the air, The storm of sorrow suon be- comea The tempest of despair. Our silken sails to atoms torn, Our main-mast, hope, gives way, \\ ben, lo ! the whirlinj death, O'erw helm us from the day ! Seek then religion's blissful port, Cast anchor in Faith bay; Deserve the warrant of a good report, Nor fear the storm of day. THE FATAL FA RE WELL. THE well ritrsr'd Triton was for China bound, Her sails were bent, all friends bad ta*en their li When lovely Sally turn'd her eve-* around, Whose bosom, like the billows, aeem'd to beai All in a skiff, and dflSatiu'd for the ►re, Ann I upon the main. The wind upon the surface 'g.m to roar. And blftck'ning clouds began to team with rain. POPULAR &NO CHOICE SONGS. a i a The wallowing porpus wanton'd on the flood, The wild fowls screaming- as they tip'd each wave Sad symptoms, known to augur little pood, Pathetic sometimes of a watery grave. And now the thunder loudly round was heard While nimble light'ning darted thro' the sky, When strong sensations in each face appear'*!, To see the threatening waves run mountains high. Poor Sally wildly sang while on her knees, And midway from her Edward and the shore, Are these, ye fates, the cruel des- tinies, Which ye for faithful love in secret store ! She ceas'd her melting strain, and fell, She saw, and trembled at her destin'd grave : The envious syrens gave a hideous yell, And bore her breathless on an angry wave. JACK MIZEN. FIERCE the bloody battle raging, Ocean's waves in silence sleep, Ship to ship were firm engaging, O'er the bosom of the deep ; When a ball, by death directed, Struck Jack Mizen to the ground — Jack, by all his crew respected, Saw his shipmates crowd around. O'er him many a tear was falling, While poor Jack essay M to speak ; Gently then, a messmate calling, Bade him his dear Mary seek. 2 ** Tell him that I died with honour w Fighting on my country's side; " Heav'n, bestow thy blessing on ber, ; I shall take this young damsel to have ami to hold, She's the loveliest lambkin in all my whole fold : Then her fortune and int'restonce added to mine, I shall soon be a bishop; Oh, rap- ture divine ! Of my lordly induction I long for the day, While the organ an anthem so sweetly shall play. Says the lord of the munor, No poaching d'ye u For my own proper sport have I turnM out this t\eev 9 I shall docile her, and watch her m woodland to field. Till panting and tir'd to my mercy she yield : Then once she's run down, leave til in the lurch, While in splendid procession ap- pear at tiie church. The hounds and the horses in or- der M While the meUow-ton*d horn the tantivy shall play. Odds •plater st ■ \ . in ' loag pedij w here her like the houghs n<-i t.> please nl Glamorgan will i Ami her'll skip |ik< , and the keffels beside, And her'll sing, and her'll dance through Lite day, Vflule the harps and the duicil sweetly shall play* Cries the rapturous lover, Go quickly resign Charms celestial like her"s to a passion like mine. He for beauty and sweetness alone has desert, Who riches despises, and seeks heart for heart : Were my love stript of fortune, deserted, unknown, [a our cottage's threshold, I'd fancy a throne ; With tenderness mutual beguiling* the day, While the riv'let in murmurs so sweetly should play. Says Alderman Stuffit I'm worth a whole plum ; What girl in her wits but would yield to that sum ? Her charms are all turtle, and ▼ en'son, and wine. Then say grace, my gcod Doinine that I may dine. Says a warrior, I love the dear creature. Oh far More than deith or the noblest destruction of war. i O'er her charms what a vict'ry to carry the day. While the drains and the trumpet* so loudly shall play. , Sure as death, cried the doctor her pulse i shall feel ; To me. cried the lawyer,she*ll ftigtl and she'll seal : E 6 514 POPULAR AND (HOICK SONGS. t'rie<\ the gamester, I'll win her, or else I'm undone ; She'll be mine, cried the sports- man, as sure as a gun : Hold your tongues, cried the poet, you can't have her all, For me, to whose ever kind lot she shall fall, So you pay me, I'll sing- both the song and the day, While the Loves and the Graces so sweetly shall play. NATURE AND NANCY. LET swabs with their vows, their palaver, and lies, Sly flattery's silk sails still be trimming- ; Swear their Polls be all angels dropt down from the skies — I your angels don't like, I likes women : And I loves a warm heart, and a sweet honest mind, Good as truth, and as lively as fancy ; As constant as honour, as tender- ness kind, — In short I loves Nature and Nancy. I read in a song about Venus I think, All rigg'd out with her Cupids and Graces, And how roses and lilies, carna- tions and pinks, Was made paint to daub over their faces. They that loves it, may take all such art for their pains, For mine 'tis another g-uess fancy ; Give me the rich health, flesh, and blood, and blue veins, That paints the sweet face of my Nancy. Why I -went to the play, where they talk'd well at least, As to act all their parts they were trying ; They were playingat soldiers, and playing at feast, And some they were playing at dying. Let 'em hang, drown, or starve, or take poison, d'ye see, All just for their gig and theii fancy ; What to them was but jest is right earnest to me, For I live, and I'd die, for my Nancy. Let the girls then, like so many Algerine Turk? Dash away, a fine gay painted galley : With their jacks, Mid their pen- nants, and gingerbread works v All for show, and just nothing for value : False colour* throw out, deck'd by labour and art, To take of pert coxcombs the fancy ; They are all for the person, I m all for the heart, In short I'm for Nature and Nancy. MATILDA. BENEATH a cool shade, by the side of a stream, Thus sung a fond shepherd, Ma tilda his theme — ' Thy beauties comparing-, my dearest,' said he, ' There's nothing in nature so lovely as thee.' Come, lovely idea, come fill my fond arms, And whilst in soft rapture I think on thy charms, The beautiful objects which round me arise, Shall yield to those beauties thai live in thine eyes. Now Flora the groves and the meads does adorn With flowers and blossoms on every thorn ; POPl LAR and < ii But I And, proud n i th her i)i V'am boaster! tliy beauties shall quirk I v d< Sue blusli e bow ii with r lily, the pride i lie, In whiteness nnriraPd, now droop, and I It sickens, and changes its beau- tiful hue, Anil I' its bead in sub- orn to you. I hear tlie gas 1 ark, as she mounts in the sk How sweet .are her notes! how de- lightful l . Go dwell in the air, little warbler, : I have music enough, whil< tilda's below. With pleasure I watcb the hides- i bee. Extracting her sweets from each flower and tr< o ; Ah* fool! thus to labour to keep ilive ! FJy, fly to her lips, and at once fill your hive. X.t glads me to see how the pretty yon Are fondled and cherished, and luvM by their dams ; The lambs are less pretty, my Their dams art- less fond, nor so tern! 4 Thus !i -m ay i> nol Lest you my ravish'd soul \\ ith beauty's poinp, and | exc As I smoc tidy run | Thus even and sweet is her tern per,' I cry; Why draw's! thou from the purple flood Of my kind heart the vital blood ? i ait all o\ « tartan, river that O ! take me dying t'» thy anus. 1 : x 2 tlti POPULAR ANJ) CHOICE SONGS. THE MERRY HORN CALLS US AW AY. JN Britain, the soil which true li- berty yields, Where ihe lads of the chase leave repose for the fields, The hunter, so happy, bestrides his gay sleed, While distance and danger but add to his speed — Who, dashing" along, Gives Echo the song-, She, blithely, returns it the whole of the day, With, hark ! the merry horn calls us away. By exercise braced, every bosom must warm, And health, joy, and mirth, each assume a new charm ; Dian, Bacchus, and Venus, by turns, take a place, And day and night's joys are the fruits of the chase ! Which, dashing along, Gave Echo the song, &c. JUG, JUG, JUG, THE BOTTLES SING. I'VE liv'd a life of some few years, I'm fifty-four to-morrow; Once for one smile I shed three tears, And mingled joy with soirow, Now wiser grown, I scorn to cry, Though tears are wet, and I am dry ; So, if a drop I've in my eye, It's only when the glasses ring, And jug, jug, jug, the bottles sing. The friend I trusted, lack-a-day ! Most scurvily abus'd me; The wife I married ran away With him who thus had us'd me. My grief, too big to let me cry, Could only tell me Sorrow's dry; /So, if a drop was in my eye, Twaa when I heard the glasses ring. And jug,jug, jug, the bottles sing. Yet think not, though some folks are bad, III usage sets me sulking. From duty's call, old Malt's the lad, Who ne'er was fond of skul king- While love for Britain we is my eye, Like ev'ry tar, my best I'll try, To thrash her foes ; and when I'm dry, Drink all her friends, her queen and king, While jug, jug, jug, the bottles THE JACK DAWS. AS an Old Jack Daw and a Young Jack Daw Vere a valking out together, As you very veil know vat birds vill do That are of the same feather; Says the Old Jack Daw to the Young Jack Daw, I von't valk another stride, For I sees a cow in yonder mead — ow, So let us get up and ride. As the Old Jack Daw and the Young Jack Daw Vere a riding up a top of the cow, Says the Young Jack Daw to the Old Jack Daw, I can ride as veil as thou ; Says the Old Jack Daw to the Young Jack Daw, Vhy you can't ride half so veil; Then, says the Young Jack Daw to the Old Jack Daw, If I can't, vhy then I vill cut a great swell. As the Old Jack Daw and the Young Jack Daw Vere going on vith their dis- pute, Says the Old Jack Daw to the Young Jack Daw, I vishes as how you'd be mute; POiM (.Alt AM) 1'IIOH 317 v Daw to the ' Old .' r 111 kuk U]> a 1 myi ibe old Jack Daw to III I'll kick yon off of the cow. As the Old Jack Daw and the Jack Daw Felt their passions begin for to the Old Jack Daw to the mg J.tik J) I'll neck out both ><»ur e\ < the Yonng Jack Daw to the Olil Jack Daw. Fie on you, you vicked Old Bird; Vith that, Ibe Old Jack Daw kickM Ibe Young Jack Daw, And tumbled him into a . i the Old Jack Daw saw the He vai sorry for v. at he had done; Says the Old Jack Daw to the Youug Jack Daw, Oh! indeed, it was only In fun; Jack Daw to the Old Jack Daw, I'll go home and I'll tell my mammy ; Yhy then, >ays the Old Jack Daw to the Young Jack Daw, If I care for the old witch, d — me rat. Attend, all good people, both old and J To vhat I v.hi Id say to you now, And rbenerer you goes for to valk out together, Don't get up a top of a cow ; And like the poor dicky birds, quarrel and ag ht , t you {jets a bloody now You i hi the 1 e plight, \A itli a nastiness over your clothes* on, lady: i \ i i of Til. Oil, I ni-lii atf And kissM thai often, That though I much t (ha t It bath seem'd all mj ten. But night* then bi M, so pies* with care, ill of wild wishes and sad- ness, \\ ilhout one illusion to sooth my despair, That demons might pity my madness. Oh! think it not, lady, a toy of my youth, To change as our destinies sever, I bare l<>v\i thee with so much devotion and truth, I am sure I shall love thee for Then here let me swear, though nnpitied the \* hile. And, hopeless, I still should im- plore thee, Condemn'd by thy scorn, or re- d by thy -mile, In life, or in death, to adore thee ! THE BEAT 111 If, MAID OF SEVEN J \ . YE lovers, behold a poor maiden forlorn, But as pretty a creatui born ; My nose it is flat, and my • they are sunk, And i about just as if they \» ere drunk ; My cheeks, liKe a turnip are fair. O ! Like carrots my beautiful hair, 01 My Cbai in- make t!i. tleinen -ta 1 1 And they cad me the beau tiful maid. . 318 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. My leg* they.are bent, but I dance w itli a grace, Anil the hump on my back adds a charm to my face ; Though dimples I've none, I have wrinkles a score, Anil I'm sure you ne'er saw such a beauty before. But pray what's beauty, alas, O ! With the beaux now-a-days His a farce, O ! For lovers all look for the » brass, O ! And they slight the poor beautiful maid. I have lived in the world about seventy years, And I weep every night half-a- pail full of tears ; For £ fear that, alas! there'll be soon no escapes, From the terrible doom, sir, of leading 1 of apes. It makes me look wonderful blue, sir, I really don't know what to do, sir, Some prospect I hope there's in view, sir, To marry the beautiful maid. Oh, gentlemen, surely your hearts are all stone, To turn a deaf ear to my pitiful moan, To look with contempt on my love and my truth, And be blind to the graces of beauty and youth. Oh, gentlemen, what are you arter ? My neck I will hang in a garter, Or plunge in the New River water, If you frown on the beauti- ful maid. f've a secret lo tell tuat will alter the case, And will surely remove ev'ry frown from your face; 2 Then spouses in plenty will come in a swarm, Though your hearts they are cold, my purse it. is warm. You'll call me an adorable creature, Discover a charm in each feature, For beauty no Venus can beat her, And you'll marry the beau- tiful maid. BACHELOR'S FARE.' FUNNY and free are a bachelor's revelries, Cherrily, merrily, passes his life : Nothing knows he of connubial de- vilries, Troublesome children and cla- morous wife. Free from satiety, care, and anxiety, Charms in variety fall to his share ; Bacchus's blisses, and Venus's kisses, This, boys, this is the bachelor's fare. A wife, like a canister, chatter ing, clattering, Tied to a dog for his torment and dread, All bespattering, bumping, and battering, Hurries and worries him till he is dead ; Old ones are two devils haunted with blue devils, Young ones are new devils raising despair, Doctors and nurses combining their curses, Adieu to full purses and bache- lor's fare. Through such folly days, once sweet holidays Soon are embitter'd by wrang- ling and strife ; I'olM LAR AM) ( lloit : -»%(.->. • ■ n Jolly days t-> n 1 1 kxni; ami vexing one'« ire rtotOUt, maid s.i - i nits (ly at us, Mammy to quiet us prowls like .» bea [ualling, ami Molly is I in*;, w A <• dad is recalling his ba- ne When they are older grown, then I are bolder ^r >wn, Turning your temper, and spurn* iug: your rule : Girl-, through foolishness, passion m- inulfchnesti, Parry your wishes and marry a r. ol. I nrill anticipate, lavish, and , aft- , All that your busy pate hoarded with fare ; Then tell me what jollity, fun, and frivolity, Equals in quality bachelor's i are ? A l'OND HUSBAND WILL. A FOND husband will, alter a conjugal strife, Kiss, forgive, weep, and tall on the neck, of his wife. But Aboinelique's wife other con- duct may dread. When he falls on her neck, 'tis to cut off her head. many there are, when a wife j | the fool, Will argue the point with her, calmly and cool ; The bashaw, who dont relish de- b.iUs of this sort, Cuts the woman, as well as the meat, short. But, her errors, 'tis mighty unfair To «nt njf her hrad, just as if 'twere all hair; I - truth is maintained by l»hiloiH»|»bers still, I hat the I' I . but till' In ■ ill. And, nmOUg all the basest, lie is most b \\ bo can view, then demolish a w Oman's s Her smiles might the malice i f devils disarm, And the devil take him who would Offer her harm. OH, YES, DEAR LOVE, SO TENDERLY. OH, yes, dear love, so tenderly. So blindly I adore lhe< Dominion, wealth, fame, victory Kade, worthless, all before theo Though other beauties swell my train, \\ iih languid eyes I view them ; All former Joys have lied— in vain I study to renew them. Time was, the charms of pomp and |iow it, Ambition's thirst, would seize me ; Time was, the battled thrilling- hour. And Victory's wreaths could please no. But, oh! dear love, so tenderly— So blindly I adore thee; Dominion, wealth, fame, victory*, Fade, worthless, now before thee LABOUR IN VAIN'. IN search of some lambs, from my Rock that had straj M, Oho May morn, l roaw'd o'er the plain ; But, alas ! after all the enq> I made, l found it was labour in vain 320 POPULAR AND CHOICK SONGS. Then, vex'd and fatigu'd, I re- clin'd in the shade, And sung 1 how young* Colin the swain-, 31 y love to obtain M'ith endear- ments essay 'd, But he sigh'd,and he sooth'd me in vain. Ah me, silly fool, (thus I chid my coy heart) "Who could let hi in unpitied com- plain, And suffer a bosom untainted with art, To despair and to labour in vain. From the copse full of rapture my Colin flew light, Where he lurk'd and had heard iny fond strain ; Now, now (said he) Phoebe, my passion requite, And no more let me labour in vain. A blush gave my hand and my heart to the youth, While he thank'd me again and again, And now to deny a return to his truth, Lack-a-day ! it were labour in vain. Together rear'd, together grown. let us now unite in one ; Let pity soften thy decree, 1 droop dear' maid, I die for thee. Ma chere amie. MA CHERE AMIE. .MA chere ainic, my charming fair. Whose smiles can banish ev'ry care, In kind compassion smile on me, Whose only care is love of thee. Ma chere ainie, ma chere amie, ma chere amie. Ma chere amie. Lnder sweet Friendship's sacred name, My bosom caught the tender flame, May Friendship in thy bosom be, Converted into love for me. Ma chere ainie. ANGLING SONG. OH the gallant fisher's life, It is the best of any : 'Tis full of pleasure, void of r.trife And 'tis belov'd by many. Other joys, Are but toys; Only this, Lawful is; For our skill, Breeds no ill, But content and pleasure. In a morning up we rise, 'Ere Aurora's peeping ; Drink a cup to wash our eyes, Leave the sluggard sleeping" Then we go, To and fro, — With our knacks, At our backs, To such streams, As the Thames, If we have the leisure. When we please to walk abroad For our recreation ; In the fields is our abode, Full of delectation. Where in a brook, With a hook, — Or a lake, Fish we take ; There we sit, For a bit, Till we fish entangle. We have gentles in a horn, We have paste and worms tool We can watch both night and morn, Suffer rain and storms too. None do here, Use to swear ; Oaths do fray, Fish away ; We sit still, Watch our quill. Fishers must not wrangle. I'ol'l I. AIL AND ( H()i- 62\ . IliT, To an i • m a dike, eh or pike, dace, \\ r- do cbi Bleak or gudgeon* \\ 8 an.- still contented. noes pass an hour, illow, T^iat defends ns from n shower, Making earth our pillow. There we may Think ami pray, Before death, pi <>ur breath, Other joys, Are l)Ut toys, And to be lamented. TANTIVEE. TANTIVEE, tivee, livee, tivee, high and low, Hark ! how the merry, merry horn blow, As thro* the lanes and meadows £°» pOM has run over the down ; \\ hen Ring-wood, and Rock wood, and J'»u ler and Spring, And Thunder and Wonder made all ' i nig, And horsemen and footmen, hey "N\ re and slate of a crown. Then follow, follow, follow, jolly i in with the heaglei now « kilat Ihe ::ei y-fae'd Uml is just ready \\ all our pit controls : Whilst over tlie mountains and vallies we roll, Ami Wat's fatal knell in each hoi i -II ! And in the n full boa I, \\ ha like hunting cau cherish our soul-.. PRET1 V BALLY. 0\F. midsummer morning a- I Was a walking, Just by the dawning of the day \\ ho should I spy hut lovely Sally, Bltuhing like the rose in Ma Who should I spy but lovely Bally, Blushing like the rose in June. I never stood with a long shilly- shally, But kiss'd pretty Sally by the light of the moon. How this fair maid blushM and gmmhl'd, Let me alone, I pray forbear; Pray be easy, anil do not tt-nze ine, Touch me again, and I'll pull your hair, How this fair maid blushM anil grumbPd, You've spoil 'd my gown and new i on; The more : kiaa*d, the more she - rumblM, But well I pleas'd my Sally by the light of the n As we sat on the bank of dai- AH ow the banks that wi n high, ry'd, Charley, wicked Char ley, U lair maid aloud did cr\ ; She cry*d, Charley, wicked Char- ley, You begin your trick I never stood with a long shilly My, But kiss'd pretty Sally by the light of the union. POPULAR. AND CHOICE SONGS. Early next morning-, as I was a walking-, I met her father all alone ; He cry'd Charley, wicked Charley, You have my daughter quite un- done ; But it" you will consent to marry, Whilst you both are in your bloom, Five hundred pounds in gold I'll give you, For kissing pretty Sally by the light of the moon. O then a bargain I will make, If you the money will lay clown, To-inorrow at church I will take your Sally, By the glorious rising of the sun. Then I receiv'd my wife's fortune, I receiv'd it all anon, Into her apron I safely told it, 'Twas an easy penny got by the light of the moon. NOW THE HILL-TOPS. !XOW the hill-tops are burnish'd with azure and gold, And the prospect around us most bright to behold : Tbe hounds are all trying, the mazes to trace, Tbe steeds are all neighing, and pant for the chace. Then rouse each true sportsman, and join at the dawn, The song of the hunters, and sound of the horn. Health braces the nerves, and gives joy to the face, Whilst over the heath we pursue the fleet chace ; See the downs now we leave, and the coverts appear, is eager we follow the fox or the hare. Then rouse, &c. Wherever we go, pleasure waits on us still, If we sink in the valley, or rise on the hill ; ' O'er nedges and ditches we va liantly lly, For, fearless of death, we ne'er think we shall die. Then rouse, &c. From ages long past, by the poets we're told, That hunting was lov'd by the sages of old ; That the soldier and huntsman are both on a par, And the health-giving chace made them bold in the war. Then rouse, &c. When the chace is once over, a- way to the bowl, The full-flowing bumpers shall cheer up the soul ; Whilst, jocund, our songs shall with chorusses sing, And toast to our lasses, our coun- try and king. Then rouse, &c. THE MUIltLAND FARMER. I'm now a gude farmer, I've acres o' lan% An' my heart aye loups light when I'm viewin' o't; An' I hae servants at my corn- man', An' twa dainty cowtes for the pleughiu' o't. My farm's a snug ane, lies high on a muir, The muircocks and plovers aft skirl at my door, An' whan the sky low'rs, I'm aye sure o' a show'r, To moisten my Ian' for the pleughin' o't. Leeze me on the maillin that's faun to my share, It taks sax muckle bows for the sawin' o't ; I've sax braid acres for pasture an' mair, Ai\ r a daintie bit bog for the mawin' o't. ron i. vn am) < huh dan I it the pleu .' bill. aiiily I mill 1 mi t, An 1 past ins door trot< ■ prattle 1 i wild due n the ;iehin" ht-r i v rap- . While I To rank aatang farmers I bae mackle pi Bur ipeak high when 1 in lei I iu' rawly 1 strut on my shelti'- A\ i In blu !iat my »uM in. I But : Hung- by, a khilli ' •r to lnark- e i l be hidiu Iii In •kioiu* rlctval vai I bad M \ 1 1 (I, An 1 I'm i ■ had . Nac ii crap 'man > his liihch.' An' on Ike <' barricaaei l)law. I »»* K»mg r the apeaoe I'll be Ami jink the rude M \\ ben lit-i the |> eu^biu' ■ My bomiie irk and tui . ..i be. Till da ' it 1 * Aim pea at's fai ' But u 3*J4 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Stella, like Britain's monarch, reigns O'er cultivated lands ; Like eastern tyrants. Flavia deigns To rule o'er barren sands. Then boast, fair Flavia, boast thy face, Beauty thy only store ; Thy charms Avill ev'ry day de- crease, Each day gives Stella xnore. THE GIRL OF MY HEART. HOW sweet is the breeze at eve's modest hour-, When it murmurs yon lime trees among, When the blackbird and thrush so enchant ingly pour Iheir melodious sweetness of song ! When slowly adown from the warm glov/ing west The bright sun is seen to de- part, When all passions but love are hush'd into rest, I fly to the girl of my heart. My Anna is gentle, is loving, and kind ; Her bosom true sympathy warms ; Enchanting alike are her person and mind, Each possesses a portion of charms ; For a maiden so lovely, a charmer so bright, Who uses no coquettish art. 1 resign all the trifles that others delight, And fly to the girl of my heart. Her eyes, that so languidly speak soft desire, Her cheeks, that so rival the rose, In my bosom the softest emotions inspire. And charm my fond heart to re- nose ; And when her sweet accents en- raptur'd I hear, Thro' my soul they so thrillingly dart, Oh! what sounds of sweet melody strike my 'rapt ear, When I meet the girl of my heart ! HEAR YANKO SAY. DEAR Yanko say, and true he say, All mankind, one and t'oder, Negro, mulatta, and malay, Through all the world be bro- der. In black, in yellow, what disgrace, That scandal so he use 'em r For dere no virtue in de face, De virtue in de bosom. Dear Yanko say, &c. What harm dere in a shape or make ? What harm in ugly feature? Whatever colour, form, he take. The heart make human crea- ture. Then black and copper both be friend, No colour he bring beauty, For beauty, Yanko say, atteud On him who do him duty. Dear Yanko say, &c. I AM GONE, SIR. I AM goite, sir, And anon, sir, I'll be with you again, In a trice, Like to the old vice, Your need lo sustain : Who with dagger of latli, In his ra^e and his wrath, Cries ah, ah ! to the devil ; Like a mad lad, Tare thy nails, dad, Adieu, goodman drivel. POP! i.Wt AND CHOIl - HUSHED BE YOUR CAR1 S r rest! er nymphs have HM er blest '. rer dream ol \\ ben doomed t-. hope in vain; r above, and treat it with disdain* ^ome tender thought ,1 rise el ail ore. And, in a I >iy, ill might .tiHt-r mere! Mir restless nee. While silent moments creep; Ami, undisturbed with anxious (I roam. Hashed be your earei in sleep! OH! SWEET 'TIS TO WANDER. Oil! sweat tii to wander bes'ule l Might their pair* piaieas lai And l sm Use depth of her c. . The sone; of the shepherds* it- turn . where the Villi i Lets noon, mj I And t<> the And I burn But - hath'd ii«-r white beam, i in ii- Oh, nerer morning smil'd On visions I M that (l< rk hour is bl ■ THE SPORTSMAN IN b*Ti DON'T you see that as how I'm ■ sportsman in style, All so kickisb, s>> slim, end tail! Why I've search'd after game, ami that many 'a the mile, And seed no bit of nothing at nil, My license I pockets, my pony I strides, And I pelts through the wind and the rain, And if likely to mil, sticks my spurs in the sides. Leaves the bridle, and holds by the mane. To be sure, dad, at home, kicks up no little strife : Dut daddy, what's that— en't it fashion and life ? rting I never was know'd lag, I \i -/is always in danger the BfSf ; When at Epsom, last Caster, they tnrn'd out the I'm the lad that was roll'd in dast ; tbey calls me a niac the Beldt, I ire a little beyond Dalwich- common, nek and a goose, tumWed bead And two mudlarks, besidei Old VOSUMi dad kick up Slid strife ; I'm the lad iha I I, auu Ff 32G POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS But don't go for to think I neglects number one ! Often when my companions, with ardour, Are hunting about, with the dog and the gun, I goes and I hunts in the larder: There I springs me a woodcock, or flushes a quail, Or finds puss as she sits under cover; Then so ho ! to the barrel, to start me some ale, And when I have dined, and fed Rover, Pays my landlord his shot, as 1 ogles his wife, While the daughter cries out, — Lord! what fashion and life! Then I buys me some game, all as homeward we jog, And when the folks ax — how I got 'em, l^hough I shooled but once, and then kill'd the poor dog, I swears, and then stands to't 1 shot 'em : So come round me, ye sportsmen, that's smart and what not, All stilish and cutting a flash, "When your piece won't kill game, charged with powderand shot, To bring 'em down — down with your cash ; And if with their jokes and their jeers folks are rife, VVuy, daddy, says you, en't it fashion and life ? FORGET ME NOT. FORGET me not -forget me not, But let these little simple flow- ers Remind thee of his lonely lot Who lov'd thee in life's purest hours : When hearts and hopes were hal- lowed things, Ere Gladness broke the lyre she brought . Then, oh! when shivered all its strings, Forget me not— forget me not ! We met, ere yet the world had come To wither up the springs of youth ; Amid the holy joys of home. And in the first warm blush of youth ; We parted, as they never part Whose tears are doom'd to be forgot ! Oh ! by that agony of heart, Forget me not— forget me not ' Thine eye must watch these flow rets fade, Thy soul its idols melt away ; But oh ! when flowers and friends lie dead, Love can embalm them in de cay : And, when thy spirit sighs along The shadowy scenes of hoarded thought, Oh ! listen to its pleading song — Forget me not — forget me not! ANSWER TO MY NATIVE HIGHLAND HOME. THY Highland cot, where tem- pests roar, And northern blasts contend. Thy brooks and braes ara whiten'cl o'er, While glittering snows descend; Yet, Henry, dearest of my heart, I'll gladly with thee rove, O'er highland hill, or lowland part, Through desert, or through grove. Then we will go to Scotland dear, And never more will roam ; Content shall bless our humble cheer, Within our highland home. : When summer comes, along the vale, We'll pluck the sweet blue bell The thistle green, the lily pale, Or gowan from the dell; LAR \M> I HUH Aiul i IM cur hi. A'« a , our uni GIG AND : - ollt LIKi 41 HEN at mm \»i- siavf, b«ith Car end i. Flip, beer, and I i spirits i;ul to Poll, And on dc like a le ral, Ac. Ami I ami irafa what .. ha|»- . J And (• By n - i M, sail j Nt, Ulini m o'er, we. : tempt Drink. tempt In bop< iriufc MM ■ Fal de ral, Ac. ALL FOR MY now N by the i \ a gr(' , mf 1 1 n. I'll wet , the ban I. Ami all t tin. 1*11 c<> mark them i 1 aia bank, I am And all : my trui' lore, o ! 328 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Make ine a grave, all while the wind's blowing, Close to the stream where my tears once were flowing, Anil over my corpse keep the green willow growing, *'Tis all tor my true love, &c. STICK TO THE CRUSHKIN. OF the tind'rest of flesh I re- ceived my formation, "Which never once gave me the least botheration, 1 ! Till to England I came, from the town of Kinsale, — Broke in trade,— and took charge of the keys of a jail ! But in pity myself must no longer be dealing; So, to make my heart fit for the office it sarves, To the devil I pitched all my but- termilk feeling, And flew to the cratur, to stringthen my narves. I got muddled with ale, — but soon found my mistake; The liquor, I found, like myself, was too wake ; But brandy my heart for its call- ing soon qualified, And made me so hard I'm not aisily mollified ; So take my advice, and don't sip at the stuff, If you find you're too soft, and you'd wish to be callous; But stick to the crushkin, and tipple enough, And yourself may take charge of a jail or a gallows. THE SENTIMENTAL TAR. NOW we're launched on the world, With our sails all unfurl'd, 'Fore the wind, down the tide, proudly posting ; May the voyage of life, Free from tempest and strife, Prove as calm as a smooth water coasting ; But should some sudden squall, Incidental to all, Rouse up reason, to reef every sail, May it be yours and my lot, To have such a pilot. When passion increases the gale. For to what point soe'er Of the compass we steer, While the helm still obeys her direction ; 'Tis as clear as the light, That the sports of the night Will not shrink from the morn- ing's reflection ; And when rest or refreshment Succeeds work or play, Of enjoyment from both to b*» certain ; May true friendship's hand Draw the cork every day, And true love, every night, draw the curtain. But blow high or blow low, Let it rain, freeze, or snow, And clay cold and wet should our birth be ; The lamb newly shorn, Shows the blast may be borne, Let our station on sea or on earth be; And as poor robin redbreast, Will chirp on the spray, Almost stripp'd by the frost of each feather; May a conscience as clear As the sun at noon-day, Keep us warm in the coldest of weather. HYDE PARK. THAT life is a picture of strange things and ways, A grand exhibition each hour dis- plays ; Nay, to prove that for once I have not missed the mark, I'll venture to hold up a view of Hyde Park, Where peers, grooms, and pick- pockets, mix in a throng, And join in the chit-cha* of things going on, laic and < iiol I ill, all to ki i cha- ( ler», up. Bond • men, butW AUK Patriot-lull I >rs, kers, And all, all to krep up the bubble And Now, .luced on tin- tare*, must ■Id be f hem) u bat ma i Anil j inetiroes a An.l jrive wuh t sharp Blnafc \\ .1. !, kit, il dimple, \\ b)ln l)i ■■ Raptui < Small talk. wtl Ofclei pretty, ealng, flirting-, Airs diverting-, Prudery, freltiapi tans, c.qiiftt in ■;, Boson, Looks Tittle tattle, net that prattle, Ami all, all to fill tin, &c. THE NEGRO MOTHER. THE on Cnba'i strand Were earing on ibe evening YVhri \\ .is beard Ibe lad Bindarai \. nil ! Reel 1 1 Sbe butnM Ibe i her k.i- • was ik'tl \* ith bl< Ami all to ward tbc i .ives on Benin*! sli, An I ralr the field* beyond the by hi-. 330 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. You, then, white clouds, your tor- rents pour, He cries, and flow each moun- tain-stream. ..4nd roll to me the golden ore, That I may yet my love re- deem. And each revolving- month he w ea rs The sandals hia Hindara wore, 'Ere whites, regardless of Ler tears, Convey'd her far from Benin's shore. But never more to Benin's strand, To meet my love, shall I re- turn ; But where the sea-wave crisps the sand, 1, weary, sit, and, lonely, mourn. ASPAS1A. A SPAS I A rolls her sparkling eyes, And ev'ry bosom feels her pow*r. The Indians thus view Phoebus rise, And gaze in rapture, and a- dore. Quick to the soul the piercing splendors dart, Fire every vein, and melt the coldest heart. Aspa«ia speaks ; the list'ning crowd, Drink in the soundwith greedy ears ; Mute are the giddy and the loud, And self-admiring folly hears. Her wit secures the conquests of her face, Points every charm, and brightens every grace. AspasTa moves; her well-turn'd limbs, Glide stately with harmonious ease ; Now through the mazy dance she swims, Like a tall bark o'er summer seas. 'Twas thus JElieas knew the queen of love, Majestic moving thro' the golden grove. But ah ! how cruel is my lot, To doat on one so heav'nly fair, For in my humble state forgot, Each charm but adds to my despair ; The tuneful swan thus faintly warbling lies, Looks on his mate, and while he sings, he dies. THE WANDERING HARPER. OH ! many a mountain I wearily measure, As far have I wander'd on Erin's green shore, This harp is my only companion and treasure, When welcoin'd at sweet hospi- tality's door. Then list, gentle youths, whilst I sing you a ditty, I learnt in dear Connaught, the soil of my birth ; Ye maidens attend, whilst the teat drop of pity Shall fall like a crystalline gem to the earth. The sun in the wave dipt his ling- ering ray, And dew-dropping skies wept the absence of day, When sunk on the ear were the sounds of the fray. Twas then o'er the heath flew the white-bosom'd fair, All loose on the swelling breeze floated her hair, And the dark-rolling gaze spoke the soul of despair 1'CHM I 331 Win I - nt i I Ami ■ t i*4 briek'd iii*< i eeiv*d liis Uul In Ami t I i>,'M li« r Mml*l idol, but p'd bin in (! JOLLY FRIARS. JOLLY frian lipled fa - uad cram- bl€d, stili tin* mini b I tUIII- :■. one \\ ill, veil : But if, Uielr knell. Dinp: dOBff ! tlin^ doaf! to Ike uk. n<* iet i le example, \\ 0*U follow tin* sample. Ami | drunk. . tlie food fat fl I Ditl ■ i drink ami well We'll laugh and we'll quaff, And ii '^ i: lads Ihiith I \* nli I I mak< But iii< Ami live l>y lituu • the i He ■olemiilj au I Looks pi M liiu« r Ul Ami COUIltl Uie i nun H >. bold! pen in band, lift de.it mhI — ■ up which pari} IIS. i ith racb cent— u But tin* imnruking d chut. 1111*1 join in tin* | i wlttO, While mtseri 'midst plenty are pirn \\ e Km: ii at weallb, and a hiuin^. Drink, drink, aow *fis p time, Hell not make rack iia- i.ik«* ei ; His Hi .?, ami bll Hy lb« iljpticaJ balsam of . clius. 332 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. What work is there made by the newspaper trade, Of this man's and 'tother man's station ! The inns are .nil bad, and the outs are -ill in ad. In and out is the cry of the na- tion. The politic patter which doth par- ties chatter, From bumpering-' freely sha'n't shake us : "With half pints in hand, indepen- dent we'll stand. To defend Magna Charta of Bacchus. Be your motions well tiin'd ; be all charg'd and all prim'd; Have a care— right and left — and make ready ; Right, hand to glass join— at your lips rest your wine — Be all in your exercise steady. Our revels we boast, when our women we toast ; May graciously they undertake us ! No more we desire — so drink and give fire, A volley to Beauty and Bacchus. AH, SURE A PAIR. AH suie a pair was never seen So justly form'd to meet by na- ture, The youth excelling is in mein, The maid in every grace of feature. Oh how happy are such lovers, When kindred beauties each discovers, For surely she, Was made for thee, And thou to bless this lovely creature. The boys with all their father'* strength, The girls with all their mother's beauty ; Oh how happy to inherit, At once such graces and such spirit, Thus while you live, May fortune give, Each blessing equal to your merit. THE ECHO DUET. NOW hope and fear my bosom rending, Alternate bid each other cease; Soon shall death, my terrors end- ing, Calm each transient thought to peace. Hark ! a murm'ring- sound re pealing Ev'ry stifled sigh I hear, What can set this bosom beating, Alas ! His mingled hope and fear. Now they cease this way retiring, And all is awful silence round. Ah ! sure those notes, dear maid, were thine, Th' echoing sounds alone were mine. 'Tis her voice that meets my ear. Say where art thou, whose voice I hear. Oh ! quickly speak, no longer roam. To give thee liberty I come. Soft, love, 'tis I; relief is near, A\ here art thou now ? I am here. This way advance, and you are free, This way to light and liberty. HARK AWAY So mind your looks, your children FROM the coarse clumsy clown to thence his high polish'd grace, Will early learn the task of From mere rags to brocade, al duty, | mankind are in chace, POP! : BONGS. 3S3 All, ■ «, ami nk ! hark i 'I. Ami i i u. i!. , iic, live to depl taeadYing ahum • office And peltT] Oft m the Hark • tunc buati wealth on ■alio trhoar ru t —or is bit turn. Hark nwey, Ac. :.i boe lee miter keept in- Nor till Hi: dirt, will he cease to \> i \ leu Oft *t !«* Will kni. lie must 11 1>ui - 11 i k ■ lib wild li |.f, Ithj pleasei Tbe 1 ue |nd all h.n 11.11 k NK. porta mv bi embi bad Irst laid ber c»»- Ore eiud ^iil ber tenderi bad graced. I number the brusbei ber b Or the deeds in the fteldl has (! i diiak from, in Her fam*d grendsire at Donees- won. To his son be traasfei iM all his uty and i|M Which next by my i I, and COMB, HOPE , Hope, Ibon little cae • te, And lei us set the quarrel ri| Or I to i No metier ho ■ »• i true, I trotted her, i ti usted • d ■ j ide, • \ d, And tb trick yon I . d. Von nromisM me to lennch n. dert At Pei ii ubboi ;i Ui luould hit, I u lold ■ tecoad tit. r,34 POPl 'I.Alt AND CHOICE SONGS. You said, base imp, that I should find Belinda best of human kind, The knot was tied. She was my bride, S^.e \vas my plague — again you lied. A thousand times you vow'd and swore, And fib'd and flatter'd o'er and o'er, Tho' all was vain, It lull'd my pain ; Come then, and cheat me once again. MARGERY GRINDER. WHEN I was a mighty small boy, Young Margery came to our town, Sir ; How I was bother'd with joy ! Like a kitten I frisk'd up and down, Sir, Calling her my sweet pearl, fol- lowing- always behind her, For her black eyes no girl could match my sweet Margery Grinder. My mother in vain bade me work ; Nor work nor eat could poor Barney ; So she went to old Father O'- Rourke, Told her story, and after some blarney, Give me advice, says she, no friend than you can be kinder: Father O'Rourke a sheep's eye had himself cast on Margery Grinder. What devil has got in the place ? The folks are all mad, cries my mother; There's Captain Dermot Mac- shea n, And that deaf lawyer Patrick, lii^ brother, Thed y the purblind beau, and old O'Donavan blinder, They're dancing and hobbling all after pert little Margery Grinder. This Father O'Rourke gravely heard, For grave was the Father, though frisky ; Mrs. Liffey, says he, take my word, (But he first took a noggin of whisky), Barney will have the girl, catch her Avhere'er he can find her: So by his advice I was married next day to sweet Margery Grinder. MINE BE THE COTTAGE. OH! mine be the cottage within the vale, Where a clear streamlet is flowing, Whilst, around the fragrant gale Sweet health from its wing is bestowing. When mildly the heavens are beaming, And eve's purple tinges are gleaming, Oft I'll list the pilgrim's tale. And strew him a couch for his dreaming. Oh! sweetly the woodbine shall wind along, Blossoms each lattice adorning, Whilst the lark's melodious song Salutes the bright beam of the morning. Now tell me, ye minions of plea- sure. As night's lagging moments ye measure, Can ye, 'midst the city throng Bestow on your hearts such a treasure r ^S-^G^£ POIM I. AK AM) < IIOH 335 IN m i bn\ . and To in % At tin For "©on came And t \\ Ah how Pad iiin. But when I arr v aro ' ) ; ' i mf e . that Away tea at Jim' kf at- , who ii ; i »wi at 336 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. But the crowd was so great, and the players so funny, I Jaugh'd more, I'm sure, than the worth of my money, Although with their noise they set me quite mad, When the boys above stairs call'd for Mall in the Wad. "With my whack about, &c. MR. GRIMGRUFFINHOFF. CAN an Irishman practise such guile, With a lady so sweet to dis- semble, And when he could make the rogue smile, To think but of making her tremble ? Indeed, Mister GrimgruffinhofF, If these are the rigs you must run, You may think yourself mighty well off, That you ; re only a gaoler for fun. To be sure, 'tis a comical plan. When two married folks dis- agree, To pop them, as soon as you can, Both under a huge lock and key. Should we blab of this project of ours, To cure matrimonial pother, One half of the Avorld, by the powers! Would very soon lock up the other ! Oh, Liberty ! jolly old girl ! In dear little Ireland, you know, You taught me to love you so well, They never shall make me your foe ! My practice will nothing avail, And this little frolic once o'er, Never give me a key of a gaol, Except it's to open the door. THE WORLD'S SEVEN WONDERS. THE world's seven wonders every child doth know, Fol de rol, &c. They're very well to read of, but I'm prepar'd to show, If for wonders you seek to London you must go, With a heigho ! I'll prove it so. King Solomon's temple had pillars made of brass, Fol de rol, &c. But surely our temples of lawyers surpass, For there's brass enough to prove Solomon an ass. With a heigho ! Quid pro quo. The Antipodes, who dwell the other side the ball, Fol de rol, &c. Wear their heads below, but St. Stephen's, on a call, Can show you many a great man without any head at all. With a heigho ! Is it aye or no ? The Medicean Venus of beaut? was the queen, Fol de rol, &c. But our Venuses of London excel her in mien, With their alabaster skins,— and there's plenty to be seen. With a heigho ! What a pretty show! The Nile may overflow, and its muddy banks may drown, Fol de rol, &c. But our honour, oui faith, our commercial renown, Will hold firmly the Bank of fa mous London town. With a heigho ! Henry Hase & Co. Your fine ancient heroes the jp. velin they hutTd, Fol de rol, &c. POP! i All \Mi ( HOtl 331 ill tllf \\ uh d d but 'twfti so. ' MOV l\<.. , | ,a the ars la ' tag lit, .ncwiiat fond % motto always was— to pu«l. ../i.] How iV\f < i little In- ti|i That don't \» iti.ni i i i the explain, Oh, 1 only vaat .111)11011 i have it— iiius'k- : tim i- i \i waat to I i nir the honour to be- B my pupil, ami I'll teach you Ltamon the flats on the nee ■ Push along", keep Mowing. A ui tliink of wedlock "^ *i lei nu k» ite I ■ kipp'd tin • u shall be, - improving. Ami all tear patieata, i>> year I vaat ■amoral t i 1 p.it- Ipet. Oh ! le ! 1 am i onu : ha* | head. pill" : she Blast i -i Path I \A .i- ll'iw'i ll tin- but a a i i A bak< trust ii , Ac. In vai:i I tried (0 ;-«t u,n hi by Bulking i little children*! bioUm idler's shop, at la i my witt vat n erj loi Becan>o it aiade both her and I to push along, keep m Spoken.] I want a fa rl bine's - worth of salt. Can't make than a ha'porth. Well, I mutt have that. (.<>t any paper! Caa*t srll a ha'porth of salt, and paper to... I say, Old Bumble Head, ;;i\ a at a pea'orth ofbread a and a ha'porth of small beer. Here, here, v> , rat a rum pill you |p us a pea'orth <>t thai there ii the vindow ; come, cuiiip. BOae of > our ruin fun, \»ur vil, and I i k lharp, for t raal Push along, Ac KBW6PAPRR VKKACITY. THE newspaper, while with at- teatioa I view, l bt word that For the st iteaseati they vow to i m .ill > trae ntradicted next daj . !'\ «■ n j llc'd at a rlCtOTy gif— * That oar enemies wire kept at w en, lo, and behold, V.n tnraM And all COU trad k ted next da\ ' 333 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. At night, if the playhouse is empty and bare, A fortune I'd venture to lay, Twas quite overflowing-, a multi- tude there, You find by the papers next day. But yet for these blunders there is this excuse, And the best in the world I must say ; Without contradictions there'd soon be a truce Of printing such numbers each day. NEGRO PHILOSOPHY. ONE negro come from Jenny land, Buckra say he buy um, Give twenty Joe de owner hand, Take um home and try um. Ching'ring.ching'ring, never mind, No friend, no kind relations, One creber fellow for mankind First invented patience. De overseer, wid one cart-whip, So hard he fum and jerk ye, Like pea pon drum-head, make you skip, You no worky, worky. Chinjr, ch'mg'ring, clung; ching, cliing'ring, ching, so hard Poor negro worky, worky. Massa one bit of ground bestow, Make negro work a' Sunday; Soon something good begin to grow, Take away on Monday: Cbin£'ring,ching'ring, never mind, No use to fret about it; Buckra yam, yam, but negro kind Forced to go widout it; Nothing to do but lie down flat, While overseer he jerk" ye, No peace, no sleep, no yam, get fat, And after worky, worky, Ching, chiiig'ring, &c. Cudgo for wife young Quashy take, she got bamboo for ;»il clothes: i Lily cuckold massa make, Quashy wear a small clothes; Ching'ring.ching'ring, never mind, What done can't be prevented, Buckra well a negro kind, Wear horns and be contented. As much you please, you go to p*»y» Overseer no jerk ye, So four-and-twenty hour a-day Hard poor negro worky. Ching, chiiig'ring, &c. Then 'cause so sweet he lead him life, Poor negro come from Jenny, Get cruel massa, scolding wife, And squalling pick-a-ninny. Ch i n g'ring,ching 'ring, never mind No use to make a pother, If he can't peace in this Avorld find, Sometime he go a* t'other; Then let um wait till that world come, Where overseer no jerk ye, Meet Sissy, Quashy, uncle Tom, No more to worky, worky. Ching, ching'ring, &c. EASTER MONDAY FOR EVER, A COBBLER I am, and my name is Dick Awl, I'm a bit of a beast, for I live in a stall! With an ugly old wife, and a tor- toise-shell cat, I mends boots and shoes, with a rat a tat, tat. Tol de rol. This morning, at breakfast, on bacon and spinage, Says I, to my wife, 4 I'm a going to Greenwich ;' Says she, 4 Dickey Awl, aye, and I will go too.' Says I. ' Mrs. AavI, I'll be d d if you do.' Tol de rol. One word bred another — a shock ina: mishap ! She gave me the lie, and I gave her tlie strap : p 330 it a tin, i bolted 1 Ami bead ; M high the i ■ inenii de roL Hut mIicu I got home, (it i-, tin.-, Bill 1. tailor, «asuff with my I fancy She has but one tooth, but that toolh Tol de i\.l. Ah, Sally, my love! 'twas a very ,1.111, To cut ing, and CaOOM the ninth part i>t* ■ man ; She t loping, to conning • 'V Awl it would If Bill tad my rib should get into He in ay >rll her by auction the r the sweet pretty . in v dear Billy— id keep her T«d it HOU HOW M the , ea ! a bo fall in de- ntil, Eteu And o. ibeir i» Id ur, ia glory nig. Oh ! t: aa* repo»e -»rm which And t ■ ith tlieir ( . v la the prayer (.o, llllH.II , THE PLOWU1 ka go, brighteel of the Bowery race, ie, to Laara'i b ot Love and Truth to \\ h< hUOW. What, though the fragrance of her ivine, last thy beauty '■ .tii, An envied fate will still be thine. il swains I know, 1 ar distant, hopeless doomed to \\ !u> i ■PI . But .»- mo; \\ hil. it ail, as > >u .til ■I W. Eut fti I'll b»- bound, v It Mould sav«- the wh..|, ii u;» Or rn 11. vi>'»ut A FK TED nbleil ou in- i Our m Dm And sllll I. I - ia«ca. \\ ii> f Um 312 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Should aprons put on To make themselves one, With a tree ami an accepted ma- son. Great kings, dukes, and lords, Have laid by their swords, Our mysteries to put a good grace on, And ne'er been asham'd To hear themselves named With a tree and an accepted ma- son. Still firm to our trust In friendship we're just. Our actions we guide by our rea- son, By observing- this rule, The passions move cool Of a free and an accepted mason. All idle debate About church or the state, The springs of impiety and treason, These raisers of strife Ne'er rufle the life Of a free and an accepted mason. Antiquity's pride We have on our side, Which adds high renown to our station, There's nought but what's pood To be understood By a free and an accepted mason. The clergy embrace, And all Aaron's race, Our square actions their know- ledge to place on, And in each degree They'll honour'd be With a free and an accepted ma- son. We're true and sincere Iu our love to the fair, Who will trust us on every occa- sion ; No mortal can more The ladies adore Than a free and an accepted mason. Then join hand in hand. To each other firm stand; Let's be merry and put a good face on, What mortal can boast So noble a toast As a free and an accepted mason. COME, BIND MY HAIR. COME, bind my hair, ye wood- nymphs fair, With ivy wreaths come bind my brows ; Heuce grief and woe, and pain and care. To Bacchus I'll devote my vows, Dull Cynic rules are fit for schools. Let those digest the food whu can; But love and wine shall still be mine, Oh, let me laugh out all my span. No wounds of love e'er let me feci, But such as spring from eyes and shapes ; A curse on those that come by steel, I hate all blood but blood of grapes. Then fill up high the bowl, That I may drink and laugh at fools of sense ; What need we fear to want next year, 'Twill be all one a hundred hence. COMIC MEDLEY. THE Nightingale-Club in a village was held, At the sign of the Cabbage and Shears, Where the singers, no doubt,would have greatly excell'd, . -. . .d :i of a fiddlers,— At t . lir, that uai erer - ■io| II, she >l dragoon, uith his — IT, what can the natter he ! ■ be— ;ie to Th«re*l nose like pretty Sail/; She ;^ tin- darling «»t mj heart, tii — n Adair ; ■ fine ? assemldy shine ? O. it ■ The rum old C<« re ; I ! his hull a!> he fit f..r— '1 he maid Call row ; call again III i.\H. Ml LI r,„ a Mill I was his li. 3 Aud a light little L« lelah. * Turn (a|dam, '\ it kilt in the |t| ess and 1. ihil> • h ! . - Inlah." Hut thinks f, spile of vhat i end ^lury oeqni uceited I'd look in a Cue laurel wreath, Wid my head In in v nmutli to \\ id a tight lit ihll- lelah. Yet firmiv both Ireland ami i laud i'll The l.uuh . and shil- lelah ; l*or now these ttfro sistei and wit".- i As sure as th« r Ki- ll t\>r their I I M .iiin end ; To their f I - i \ r i do! *'in my hand— but. 314 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. CONTENT AND A PIPE. CONTENTED I sit \v-itli my pint ami my pipe, Puffing sorrow and care far away, Ami surely the brow of grief no- thing- can wipe Like smoking and moist'ning our clay; For, though liquor can banish man's reason afar, *Tis only a fool or a sot, Who with reason or sense would be ever at war, And don't know when enough he has got: For, though at my simile many may joke, Man is but a pipe — and his life but smoke. Yes, a man and a pipe are much nearer a-kin Than has as yet been under- stood. For, until with breath they are both filled within, Pray tell me for what are they good ? They, one and the other, com- posed are of clay, And, if rightly I tell Nature's plan, Take but the breath from them both quite away, The pipe dies — and so does the man ; For, though at my simile many may joke, Man is but a pipe — aud his life but smoke. Thus I'm told by my pipe that to die is man's lot, And, sooner or later, he must For, when to the end of life's journey he's got, Like a pipe that's smoked out — he is dust : So you, who would wish in your hearts to be gay. Encourage not strife, care, or sorrow, 2 .Make much of your pipe of i<> bacco to day, For you may be smoked out to- morrow ; For, though at my simile many may joke, Man is but a pipe— and his life but smoke. ROUSED FROM HIS COVERT. ROUSED from his coverf, the stag takes his flight, As he bounds o'er the lawns, gods ! how charming the sight! While the musical pack spread-; enchantment around, Hills, Talleys, and glades re-echo the sound. He tops the blue mountain, the lowland pervades, And, in terror, now harbours in thorn-woven shades ; But the deepest recesses no safety can yield, He breaks from the covert, and tries the wide field ! Winged with fear, swift he flies o : er the farmers' strong mounds, O'er the daisy-dressed meadow, like lightning, he b«unds; Not the river, swift-rushing, can stop his career, While the cries of the dogs pierce his delicate ear! Now he pauses awhile, till he's roused by the sound Of the sonorous horn, and the near opening hound! Do"wn his cheeks the big dew- drops of sorrow fast flow, As increases the clamour, in creases his woe. See the hunters in view, to tbC covert he flies, Up the hill how he climbs, every effort he tries; Alas! 'tis in vain, though his spi- rits decline, He's determined not tamely his life to resign; l»ol»l LAK AM) ( MOII I He I H<* - lliut* n bow n 1 1 1 1 PROM YOl ( \ | I I t the i my wave, v haiul, all U tiny crowed hi — Mill til. I 'Off* li*s ruby ||pa si. all pren \\ .11 lit H it. I V U ., littt-i but- Then i Of tb« hint ih.it endi inj - AND THAI THOUSAND. SHOW mm- i la. In* A ll«>» ! I ui ; i ring A M 346 POPULAR AND CHOICE SONGS. Young 1 ensign, not proud ot his flashy large cockade; Or true British tar who of French- men is afraid ; Parliament elector who never sold his vote ; Parliament orator who will not turn his coat, — And that is a man of ten thou- sand. Tol lol de rol. Show me a right honourable keep- ing to hi3 word, Or a poor poet patronised by a lord ; An impudent sharper clothed all in rags, Or modest genius counting o'er his money-bags ; A churchwarden who scorns to feast upon the poor ; Fat alderman, who cannot cali- pash endure ; A groom too honest to rob horses of their corn ; Wise cuckold, who blushes to wear a gilded horn ; Sportsmen mind gallopping over corn or stubble ; Or secretary of state take nothing for his trouble, And that is a man of ten thou- sand. Tol lol de rol. MURPHY DELANEY. IT was Murphy Delaney, so funny and frisky, Reel'd into a shebeen to get his skin full, And popp'd out again, pretty well J.in'd with whisky, As fresh as a shamrock, and blind as a bull : When a trifling accident happen'd our rover, Who took the quay-side for the floor of his shed, And the keel of a coal-barge he just tumbled ovei, 2 And thought all the while he was going to bed. VViih my tal de ml, Ac. And sing philiiu, huhbubboo, whack, boderation, Every man in his humour, an Teague kiss'd the pig. Some folks passing by, pull'd him out of the river, And got a horse-doctor his sick- ness to mend, Who swore that poor Murph' was no longer a liver, But dead as a devil, and there was an end. Then they sent for the coroner's jury to try him ; But Murph' not much liking this comical strife, Fell to twisting and turning the while tliey sat by him, And came, when he found it con- venient, to life. With my tul de ral, &c. Says he to the jury,— Your wor- ships, an't please ye, I don't think Tin dead yet so what is't you do ? Not dead ! says the foreman, you spalpeen be easy, Don't you think but the doctor knows better than you ? — So then they went on with the business some further, And examin'd the doctor about his belief; When they brought poor Delaney in guilty of lhurder, And swore they would hang him in spite of his teeth. With my tal de ral, &c. Then Murphy laid hold of a clumsy shillelah, And laid on the doctor as sly as a post, Who swore that it couldn't be Murphy Delaney, But something alive, so it must be his ghost. Then the jury began, joy, with fear to survey him, (Whilst he like a devil about him did lay) i y, ami r.il, A i . K ZKI'HYIiUa. ■ A* <" IIUIll- faeti— can »culk Ucad hunt