WE met, 'twas in a mob, and we looked at each other; He came I said to him, "That you have got another. You know I saw you come out of yonder dark alley, Along with that ere gal they call one-eyed Sally." And she wore her bridal dress,-'twas a sailor's blue jacket;
Her face, it smiled at me, how I longed for to smack it, I said that you was false, when you gave me a milling! O thou hast been the cause of these black eyes, you
I saw him once again, with that 'ere same gal walking; She grinn'd, and so did he; how I envied their talking. My heart it burst with rage, when her smart cap
And a piece of her black hair in triumph I bore off;
He made a rush at me to give me a smeller,
But he missed his savage aim, and fell into a cellar:
I laughed-I said to him, "You remember the milling
You last did give to me, and those black eyes, you
villain!"
SHOULD DANGER E'ER APPROACH OUR
COAST.
SHOULD danger e'er approach our coast,
The inbred spirit of the land
Would animate each heart, each hand!
Would bind us on our general host!
England, a world within itself! shall reign
Safe on our floating towers, her castles on the main.
Our isle's best rampart is the sea!
The midnight march of foes it braves;
And heav'n, that fenc'd us round with waves,
Ordain'd the people to be free!
As pensive Chloe walk'd alone,
The feather'd snow came softly down,
Like Jove descending from his bower,
To court her in a silver shower:
The wanton flakes flew to her breast,
As little birds into their nest;
But overcome with whiteness there,
For grief dissolv'd into a tear!
Thence falling on her garment's hem,
To deck her, froze into a gem.
CAPTAIN GRAY.
HE's all his agent painted him,
A captain in the line;
But his pay he spent on others,
And none has e'er been mine.
I work'd as ne'er a tailor work'd
For him without delay;
And I became a bankrupt,
Through trusting Captain Gray.
In dark blue coat all braided o'er,
In ducks of spotless white,
In bright velvet waistcoat,
He flashes out at night,
That coat was braided all by me ;
Those ducks and waistcoat gay
I made, and am a bankrupt,
Through trusting Captain Gray!
I've sunk beneath the bailiff's touch,
I've into gaol been cast;
But my imprisonment is done,
And I'm white-washed at last.
Oh, when the court my schedule had,
My lawyer there did say,
Th' insolvent was a bankrupt,
Through trusting Captain Gray.
PARODY ON THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN
MOORE.
NOT a sous had he got-not a guinea or note;
And he look'd confoundedly flurried,
As he bolted away without paying his shot,
And the landlady after him hurried.
We saw him again at the dead of night,
When home from the club returning;
We twigg'd the doctor beneath the light
Of the gas-lamps brilliantly burning.
All bare and exposed to the midnight dews,
Reclined in the gutter we found him;
And he look'd like a gentleman taking a snooze,
With his Marshall cloak around him.
The doctor's as drunk as the devil, we said,
And we managed a shutter to borrow;
We rais'd him, and sighed at the thought that his head
Would dreadfully ache on the morrow.
We bore him home, and we put him to bed,
And we told his wife and daughter,
To give him next morning a couple of red-
Herrings, with soda water.
Loudly they talked of his money that's gone,
And his lady began to upbraid him;
But little he reck'd, so they let him snore on,
'Neath the counterpane-just as we laid him.
We tuck'd him in, and had hardly done,
When beneath the window calling,
We heard the rough voice of a son-of-a-gun
Of a watchman "One o'clock" bawling.
Slowly and sadly we all walk'd down
From his room in the uppermost story;
A rushlight we placed on the cold hearth-stone,
And we left him alone in his glory.
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 scorning;
But of water alone he drinks no more
Than a rose supplies its bloom on a summer's morning.
SMILE AGAIN MY BONNY LASSIE.
SMILE again my bonny lassie,
Lassie smile again.
Prithee do not frown, sweet lassie,
For it gives me pain.
If to love thee too sincerely
Be a fault in me,
Thus to use me so severely,
Fare thee well, my bonnie lassie,
Lassie fare thee well,
Time will show thee, bonnie lassie,
More than tongue can tell.
Tho' we're doom'd by fate to sever,
(And 'tis hard to part,)
Still, believe me, thou shalt ever
Own my faithful heart.
ON a Suskehannah raft I cum up de bay,
And I danced, and I frolick'd, and I fiddled, all de way.
Sich a gittin up stairs I neber did see,
Sich a gittin up stairs I neber did see.
Trike de toe an heel, cut de pigeon wing,
Scratch gravel, slap de foot, dat is just de ting.
I went to de play, an' I seed Jim Crow,
Oh, nigger Isam den swell, for Jim he was no go.
Sich a gittin, &c.
I look him in de face, until I make him grin,
And then I trow a backa quid, and hit him on de shin.
Sich a gittin, &c.
Oh! I is dat boy dat knows to preach a sarmon,
'Bout temperance, and "seven up,
Niggers held a meetin, 'bout de clonization,
And dere I spoke a speech about amalgamation.
To Washington I go, dere I cut a swell,
Cleanin' gemman's boots, and ringing auction bell.
Sich a gittin, &c.
I called on yaller Sal, dat trades in sausages,
And dere I met big Joe, which made my dander ris.
Sich a gittin, &c.
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