There came to him many a maiden,
Whose eyes had forgot to shine,
And widows with grief o'erladen,

For a draught of his coal black wine.

The scholar left all his learning,

The poet his fancied woes,

Hurrah, &c.

And the beauty her bloom returning,
Like life to the fading rose.

All came to the rare old fellow,

Hurrah, &c.

Who laugh'd till his eyes dropp'd brine,

And he gave them his hand so yellow,
And pledg'd them in Death's black wine.
Hurrah, &c.

THE BRAVE OLD ADMIRAL.

How gladly, how merrily, we ride along the sea.
The morning is all sunshine, the wind is blowing free,
The billows are all sparkling and bounding in the light,
Like creatures in whose sunny veins the blood is run-
ning bright.

All nature knows our triumph-strange birds about

us sweep

Strange things come up to look at us the masters of the deep.

In our wake, like any servant, follows even the bold shark

Oh, proud must be our admiral of such a bonny barque.

Oh, proud must be our admiral, though he is pale to

day,

Of twice five hundred iron men, who all his nod obey

Who've fought for him and conquer'd-who've won with sweat and gore,

Nobility, which he shall have, whene'er he touch the shore.

Oh, would I were an admiral, to order with a word, To lose a dozen drops of blood, and straight rise up a

lord

I'd shout to yon shark there, which follows in our lee, Some day I'll make thee carry me like lightning through the sea.

Our admiral grew paler and paler as we flew,

Still talk'd he to the officers, and smiled upon the

crew;

And he look'd up at the heavens, and he looked down on the sea,

And at last he saw the creature that was following in our lee.

He shook-'twas but an instant-for speedily the

pride

Ran crimson to his heart, till all chances he defied; It threw boldness on his forehead, gave firmness to his breath,

And he look'd like some grim warrior now risen up from death.

That night a horrid whisper fell on us where we lay, And we knew our fine old admiral was changing into

clay,

And we heard the wash of waters, though nothing could we see,

But a whistle and a plunge among the billows on our

lee.

'Till morn we watch'd the body in its dead and ghastly sleep,

And next evening at sunset it was flung into the deep; And never from that moment, save one shudder in the

sea,

Saw we, or heard the creature that had followed in

our lee.

SAVOURNA DEELISH.

OH! the moment was sad when my love and I parted, Savourna deelish shigan, O!

As I kiss'd off her tears, I was nigh broken-hearted,
Savourna, &c.

Wan was her cheek, which hung on my shoulder,
Damp was her hand, no marble was colder
I felt that I never again should behold her.
Savourna, &c.

When the word of command put our men into motion,
Savourna, &c.

I buckled my knapsack to cross the wide ocean,
Savourna, &c.

Brisk were our troops, all roaring like thunder
Pleased with the voyage, impatient for plunder,
My bosom with grief was 'most torn asunder.
Savourna, &c.

Long I fought for my country, far, far from my true

love,

Savourna, &c.

All my pay and booty I hoarded for you love.

Savourna, &c.

Peace was proclaimed, escap'd from the slaughter,
Landed at home, my sweet girl I sought her,
But sorrow, alas! to the cold grave had brought her.
Savourna, &c.

YOUNG ELLEN LORAINE.

WHEN I parted from Erin, heart broken to leave thee,
I dreamt not of falsehood, young Ellen Loraine,
I thought tho' but woman thou wouldst not deceive me,
Ah, why art thou faithless, young Ellen Loraine.
I loved thee in sorrow, I sought thee in danger,

And dear was the peril, and sweet was the pain; But now is thy look like the look of the stranger. Ah, why art thou faithless, young Ellen Loraine.

Oh, thou wert the vision, that lighten'd my pillow,
The star of my darkness, young Ellen Loraine
As the bloom to the rose, as the sun to the billow,
Thou came'st in my slumber, young Ellen Loraine.
Then think of me yet, when the false world deceives
thee,

And friends of gay fortune look cold on thy wane, When the sheen of thy cheek like the summer's night leaves thee,

Thou'lt think how I loved thee, young Ellen Loraine.

Oh! speak not to me, in those eyes I discover,

The wrongs thou hast done me, young Ellen Loraine; Go, rest in the arms of a happier lover

Go, lovely, but faithless, young Ellen Loraine; The moments of rapture the vow and the token, The thrill in my bosom and burn in my brain, Go, false one, and laugh at the heart thou hast broken, Go, lovely, but faithless, young Ellen Loraine.

ELLEN AUREEN.

COLD was the climate and cheerless the moor,
Where Ellen had bloomed till sixteen,
But warm was the bosom and friendly the door,
Of the father of Ellen, sweet Ellen Aureen.
Sir Hubert came hunting in splendid array,
But was dash'd from his steed on the green,
And was borne to the cottage, and nurs'd night and
day,

By her father and Eilen, sweet Ellen Aureen.
Sweet Ellen, &c.

Oh, how can such kindness and care be repaid,
Or where can more graces be seen,
My heart and my fortune are your's, gentle maid,
Accept them, dear Ellen, sweet Ellen Aureen.
Sweet Ellen, &c.

Forgive me, she answered, and gracefully smiled, I wish not to alter the scene,

While the heart of a parent content with his child, Is the fortune of Ellen, blest Ellen Aureen.

Sweet Ellen, &c.

MERRY IS THE NAME OF SWEETHEART

SOUNDED.

MERRY is the name of sweetheart sounded,
Merrily O! Merrily O!

When by Cupid's bows-beaus are wounded,
Merrily O! Merrily O!

Then the sweet belles look tender,
Then their blue eyes shed splendour,
With rapture-bliss confounded.

Merrily O! Merrily O!

But when married, oh how funny!
Wearily O! Wearily O!

They're no longer sweet as honey,
Wearily O! Wearily O!

Every belle has then a clapper,
The blue eyes get blacker,
All the love is now for money.

Wearily O! Wearily O!

Then swearing comes and madness,

Drearily O! Drearily O!

A dozen brats look sadness,

Drearily O! Drearily O!

Till wifey quite the dandy,

Dies swigging drops of brandy,

And the husband cries for gladness.

Merrily O! Merrily O!