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Sure, sure, then, a man was ne'er so put on,
Heigho, sighed Dicky!
With her lash him, dash him,
Thump him, and smash him, 0, dear, for poor little Dicky! Her tongue, after this, she never wagged,
Heigho, for Dicky! For she soon to the prison for murder was dragged, And, for killing poor Scragg, she herself got scragged,
So hanging for banging,
And her tongue's haranguing,
NOTHING LIKE SNUFF.
TUNE,— Home, sweet Home.' In this life there is joy, in this life there is care, And each mortal that lives must of both have a share, But our cares were too great, and our joys not enough, If wanting the zest we derive from good snuff.
Snuff! snuff! good black snuff!
There's no snuff like black snuff,
There's nothing like snuff-atchee!
Snuff! snuff! &c.
AMATORY SONGS. ?
OH NO! WE NEVER MENTION HER.
Her name is never heard;
That once familiar word."
To banish my regret;
They think that I forget.
The charms that others see;
They'd find no change in me.
The valley where we met;
But how can I forget?
The gayest of the gay;
But I heed not what they say;
Each feeling of regret;
She never can forget.
IT IS NOT FOR THINE EYE OF 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 mind,
Thy placid and expansive brow, Imagination, mild and kind,
Which burns with clear, and fervid glow, That I do love thee; and I see,
A thousand matchless charms in thee!
Shall never part from mine,
Untainted back to thine.
An equal love may see,
The kiss, &c
In gazing when alone,
Whose thoughts are all thine own.
That heart no longer free,
The kiss, &c.
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 come, for I said
I would show the night flowers their queen, Nay; turn not away thy sweet head, "T is the loveliest ever was seen
Oh! meet, &c. Daylight may do for the gay,
The thoughtless, the heartless, the free; But there's something about the moon's ray,
That is sweeter to you and to me.
For though dearly a moonlight I prize,
So ineet, &c.
I do upon my word!
Of Miss Amelia Bird.
One summer's day occurr’d,
To Miss Amelia Bird.
Saw charms that others see;
She saw no charms in me.'
All shyness was absurd,
Of Miss Amelia Bird.
Said she · I live at Hampstead now,
Beyond the Load of Hay;
And deals in curds and whey.'
Said I, “I love the curd;
Is you, Amelia Bird.'
And me a keepsake give;
Which cost me shillings five:
As I have often beard;
Is Miss Amelia Bird.
And may be farther yet,
Yet how can I forget?
And see me unobserv'dWhat ecstacy 't would be to me
To see Amelia Bird.
THE FARMER'S DAUGHTER. WHERE are you going my pretty maid? I'm going a milking, sir, she said; May I go with you, my pretty maid? It's just as you please, kind sir, she said. What is your father, my pretty maid? My father's a farmer, sir, she said; Then I will marry you, my pretty maid; It's not as you please, kind sir, she said.