who wait, = cold, cold slate, re at the mouse-hole peeping, love! ke, till rise of sun, my dear, have the devil's own fun, my dear; you look shy, t's all in my eye, with another I'll run, my dear. Octor be clever, and fling off your beave eed me, and blister me, do not be slow, m exhausted, my schemes they are blasted, riven heels-o'er-head, Doctor Monroe.' -, dear fellow, you foster your fever; at's the misfortune that bothers you so!' I'm ruined! I'm ruined for ever! as forsaken me, Doctor Monroe.' O have married, and tasted the pleasures, ets, the enjoyments, in wedlock that flow; 'en another, and broken my measures, y confounded me Doctor Monroe.' and I'll blister you, over and over; er your malady ere that I go; your head from below the bed-cover. some attention to Doctor Monroe.' had wed you, she would have misled you, -hed at your love with some handsome young 1; et will prove it; but how would you love it?' would have lamed her, dear Doctor Mon r brings a pretty young son or a daughter; You hug them-her gallant is bursting with laughter’– That thought's like to murder Doctor Monroe.' me, The boys cost you many a penny and shilling; You breed them with pleasure, with trouble and wo; But one turns a rake, and another a villain,' 6 My heart could not bear it, dear Doctor Monroe.' The lasses are comely, and dear to your bosem; But virtue and beauty has many a foe! O, think what may happen; just nipt in their blossom!" Ah, merciful Heaven! cease, Doctor Monroe.' 'Dear Doctor, I'll thank you to hand me my breeches; I'm better, I'll drink with you, ere that you go; I'll never more sicken for women or riches, But love my relations and Doctor Monroe. I plainly perceive were I wedded to Christy, My peace and my pleasures, I needs must fore-go.' He still lives a bachelor; drinks when he's thirsty; And sings like a lark, and loves Doctor Monroe. TUNE,- There's no luck about the house." YOUNG Ben he was a nice young man, A carpenter by trade, And he fell'd in love with Sally Brown, But as they fetched a walk one day, They met a pressgang crew, And Sally she did faint away, Too ral, &c. The boatswain swore most wicked words, Enough to shock a saint, That though she did seem in a fit "Twas nothing but a feint. Come, girl, says he, hold up your head, For when your swain is in the boat, Too ral, &c. So when they'd made their game of her, And taken off her elf, She roused and only found she was A coming to herself. And is he gone, and is he gone? A waterman came up to her, Alas they've taken my beau Ben And her woe began to run afresh, Says he, they've only taken him Too ral, &c. Too ral, &c. The tender ship, cried Sally Brown, But oh! I'm not a fish-woman, Alas, I was not born beneath The virgin and the scales, So I must curse my cruel stars, And valk about in Wales. Too ral, &c. Now Ben had sailed to many a place Too ral, &c. But when he called on Sally Brown, Whose Christian name was John. Too ral, &c. Then pondering o'er his bacco-box, And then began to eye his pipe, And then to pipe his eye. And then he tried to sing, "All's well," His head was turned, and so he chewed Too ral, &c. His death which happened in his berth, They went and told the sexton, And the sexton tolled the bell. Too ral, &c. WILLIAM AND JONATHAN. WILLIAM and Jonathan came to town together, With my leather, lap-stone, hammer, 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, pamphlets, songs, and plays, Epitaphs, epigrams, and puffs, the wind to raise, With his Latin, Greek, grammar, syntax, prosody, and logic. It chanced that they lodged in the same house together, When they had lived in town, for years nearly twenty; When meeting one day, they compar'd notes together, And clearly proved that learning wasn't half so good as leather. Sing, leather, lap-stone, hammer, nippers, peggingawl, and bristles. SAID a fox to a goose, (From a farm-house let loose,) And chanced to be pluming a feather, |