The lass of Patty's mill, so bonny, blithe, and gay, | In your Sunday clothes so gaily, And, in spite of all my skill, she stole A bold dragoon, with his— O dear, what can the matter be! Dear, dear, what can the matter be- money, And, tugging at his bridle, cry'd- When absent from her my soul holds most dear, Thus the Nightingale-Club nightly kept up their clamour, And were nightly knock'd down by the president's Together we will range the fieldsWhen the wolf in nightly prowl Bays the moon with Will you come to the bower I have shaded for you, Your bed shall be— THE KISS AND THE TEAR. JULIO told me when we parted, Nought but death should cause his stay; To mine eye a tear had started, Autumn winds now chill my dwelling; "Twas in spring I lost my dear; Grief afresh mine eye is swelling, But no kiss imbibes the tear. With the flowers that Julio planted PARODY ON THE WOLF. AT the peaceful midnight hour, When by love and hunger's power I am kept from downy sleep, Nightly I to Molly creep; Whilst the cats the tiles upon Mew their loves for many miles, O'er the gutters lightly hopping, Through the garret-window dropping. Silence! or my master wakes. Lay the cloth and broil the steaks; Beef-steaks and onions crown our blisses, Bread and cheese and balmy kisses. ........ HER CHEEK FOR EVER SMILING. Air-" Merrily, oh! merrily, oh!" Cherrily, oh! merrily, oh! Cherrily, oh! merrily, oh! Cherrily, oh! merrily, oh! Her eyes that Cupid skips in, Cherrily, oh! cherrily, oh! The gas-lights far eclipsing, Cherrily, oh! cherrily, oh! Her voice is full of mellow tone, Like the wonderful Apollonicon, Your ear so sweetly slips in; Cherrily, oh! cherrily, oh! EVERY MAN TO HIS TRADE. L 'ZE a countryman, just come to town, Folks call me a comical lad, Were noted for being a wit, sirs; Rumpty iddity, &c. One day, going over a heath, Wi' his red cabbage nose and big wig, sirs 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 clown, 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, and a rum one, Then he rode off, and sent his man John, What, said I, John, ar't thou going to leave, ........ YOUNG JAMIE. Tune-" Last time I came o'er the moor." (Allan Ramsay.) YE blythest lads, and lasses gay, As I ae morning sleeping lay Upon a bank of roses, Young Jamie, whisking o'er the mead, And angry passion feigning, STANDING one summer's day on the Tower slip, Careless how I my time should employ, my It popp'd in head that I'd take a trip I took a few slops, such as shirts and a coat, SPOKEN.] Ah, my dear commodore, whe thought of seeing you?-What, Mrs. Garbage. how is the Alderman?-There is my husband, sir. -'Pon my word; and Dicky, I declare.-Give me leave, commodore, to introduce you to my friends :-Mr. Shadrach, Commodore Kelson; Commodore Kelson, Mr. Shadrach.-Vary mosh at your sharvice, sir.-Miss Minnikin, Commodore Kelson; Commodore Kelson, Miss Minnikin.— Very happy to have the pleasure of knowing you, sir. Dr. Quibus, Commodore Kelson; Commodore Kelson, Dr. Quibus.-Captain Squash, Commodore Kelson; Commodore Kelson, Captain Squash.-Sir Phelim O'Drogheda, Commodore Kelson; Commodore Kelson, Sir Phelim O'Drogheda.-Hollo, there! cast off the painter! Sit still, ladies and gentlemen. So off we went with a flowing jib, The alderman munching, and prattling his rib; Who take a voyage at sea, Then such glee and humour our joy to prolong, Some were telling a story, some whistling a song, Then we'd talk of our danger, and then we were SPOKEN.] Hoy, the ship, ahoy!-Ay, ay.Pray have you one Wiseman aboard?-No, no.Then you are all fools, hey?-Ha, ha, ha, went Miss Minnikin.-Dat is vara coot jokes, said the Jew.-Why, I say, Moses, said the man that was affronted, are you a bull or a bear? dam'me, thinks you looks more like a monkey!-and you, Miss Dolly Dryiips, take a reef in your perriwig, and clap a stopper on your muzzle, clew пр the plaints in your jaw-bags, and give your tongue leave of absence.-About ship;-helm's a-lee here she comes. So we made t'other tack, and lay gunnel to, Which soon gave a damp to our joy! Miss Minnikin squall'd; mine Cot! cried the Jew. "he company's merriment now out of joint, SPOKEN. Ah! we shall all be cast away! Oh! my poor dear pattern-cap !-Vat sall !-Casht avay I do to be shaved?-Why faith, said I, I fancy we shall have a touch of the salt water before we get to Margate.-Yes, sir, said the doctor; not that I have any quarrel with death, but I'm afraid we shall take in too large a dose.-How do you do, Sir Phelim ?-Arrah, I should be well enough if I was not so cursedly sick.-She rights, she rights! Next a gale coming on, we did preciously kick, Which finish'd completely our joy; "Twas, ma'am, how do you do? Oh, I'm monstrously sick! And, sir, how are you? Oh, I'm damnably sick! And now 'twould have made a philosopher grin Sick as death, wet as muck, from the heel to the chin; For it came on to blow great guns. Spoilt clothes and provisions now clogg'd up the way, In a dreary and boisterous night; With the sickness, but more with the fright. SPOKEN.] I wish I was at home in my bed!— Oh, that was a hundred miles off! - Mercy upon my shins!-Oh, will nobody throw me overboard?Avast, there!-Ah, my poor dear pattern-cap's blown into the pond!-Oh, my soul! what a devil of a sickness!-Arrah, stop the ship; sir, would you be so kind as to be after handing he caudle-cup?-Land, land upon the starboard Great kings, dukes, and lords, About church or the state, Ne'er ruffle the life Of a free and an accepted mason. We have on our side, By a free and an accepted mason. The clergy embrace, Our square actions their knowledge to place en- With a free and an accepted mason. We're true and sincere In our love to the fair, Who will trust us on every occasion; Than a free and an accepted mason. Then join hand in hand, To each other firin stand; west,' " The ladybird is westward flown, I vow, sir, says she, Nothing better can be Than-chih!-chih!-chih!-he! he! Betty goes. How's the bubble and the squeak? He for sneezing could not speak, Till he sneezed off his wig among the pettitoes. Sneezing, nodding, went Miss Snap, And to put out the flame some water Betty throws, On her noddle clapped his wig, That was soaked in the gravy of the pettitoes. Week! week! fol lol de ra. THOUGH dimpled cheeks may give the light, ear, SWEET ANNE PAGE. Air-" Sweet Mary Ann."-(Shakspeare.) WITH thee fair summer's joys appear, Oh, sweet Anne Page! But thou away dread winter's near, Oh, sweet Anne Page! When April's glories shine on me, Oh, sweet Anne Page! And violets bloom, ah, none I see, But sweets or colours stolen from thee! Yet though 'tis winter, thou away, Still these thy shadows make it May. Oh, sweet Anne Page' GALLANT TOM. (Dibdin.) IT blew great guns, when gallant Tom And squalls came on, in sight of home, Broad sheets of vivid lightning glar'd, And even gallant Tom despair'd To see his love again. The storm came on! each rag a-board The rain through every crevice pour'd; The pumps were chok'd-their awful doom Each tar despair'd, e'en gallant Tom, The leak was stopt, the winds grew dull, And the torn ship, almost a hull, In safety reach'd the shore. And gallant Tom, with true delight, TRUISMS; OR, INCONTROVERTIBLE FACTS. I'M Simon Bore, just come from college, Though some, perhaps, may call me quiz, In art and nature, all that is, So you must all acknowledge, 0, Hay is brought to town in carts, Putty is not good to eat, Frying pans ar'n't made of gauze; Penny rolls are made of wheat, Straw bonnets, too, are made of straws, Horses don't wear Hessian boots, The Thames is not mock turtle soup; A child can't eat an iron hoop, And pigs don't play the German flute. So you must all, &c. Kittens are but little cats, Mousetraps are not county jails— Whales are full as large as sprats, They don't stuff geese with A German waltz is not a hymn, copper nails; And turkies seldom learn to dance. Twenty turnips make a score, Dustmen rarely drink champaign; A cabbage cannot dance a jig; An oyster cannot chew a rope, Poor people have a right to sneeze; Pigs don't read the Morning Post, Watch chains are not roasting jacks; They don't make boots of butter'd toast, Red herrings don't pay powder-tax. So you must all, &c. THE AULD MAN'S BEST ARGUMENT. Tune-" Widow, are ye wakin?" O! wha's that at my chamber-door, Gie me a lad that's young and tight, "O! widow, wilt thou let me in? What signifies how pawky, Or gentle born you be,-bot youth? In love you're but a gawkey. Then widow let these guineas speak, That powerfully plead clinkan; And if they fail, my mouth I'll steak, And na mair love will think on. These court, indeed, I maun confess; I think they make you young, sir, And ten times better can express Affection than your tongue, sir. OR, A PICTURE OF LONDON FASHIONS. My name's Tony Clod, waggon's just set me down, And I've laugh'd till I'm sick at the folks, I declare. Oh, the fashion! how they dash on! And the streets of this town are like our country-fair. There are rich folks who ne'er in their lives owned two dollars, And chaps without shirts, sirs, but plenty of collars; There are dandies with large wigs, with which they take pains, So you're sure to find hair though you cannot find brains. Oh, the fashion, &c. There are auctions for pictures, for clothes, and for crockery, And fine turtle-soup that is nothing but mockery; There are doctors who say they can cure all disorders, And play-houses crammed ev'ry night full of orders. Oh, the fashion, &c. There are officer-soldiers not older than twenty, And rich beggars you'll find in this town in great plenty; And if public-houses for drinking you'd meet, elves, And thousands who try to make beasts of them- Oh, the fashion, &c. There are always fine sights to be seen in Bondstreet, And some true native monkies you're sure there to meet; |