The genial seasons soon are o'er, Life let us cherish, &c. Away with every toil and care, And cease the rankling thorn to wear; Life let us cherish, &c. EYES! LIVING CRYSTALS. DUET. EYES! living crystals, strain'd with thought, My dream of hope! my crown of pleasure! Could rifled worlds amass their treasure, TIPITYWITCHET. THIS morning very handy, But stop, I musn't mag hard, (Sneezes) tol de rol. Now I'm quite drowsy growing, I rose when cock was crowing, (Yawns) tol de rol. I'm not in cue for frolic, For love on windy cholic, 'Tis that which makes me weep. I'm not in mood for crying, Care's a silly calf, If to get fat you're trying, (Laughs) tol de rol. SO WARMLY WE MET. So warmly we met, and so fondly we parted, That which was the sweeter e'en I could not tell,The first look of welcome her sunny eyes darted, Or that tear of passion which blessed our farewell. To meet was a blessing, to part thus another, Our smiles and our tears seem'd two rivals in bliss ; Oh, Cupid's two eyes are not liker each other, In smiles and in tears, than that moment to this. The first was like day-break, new sudden, delicious, morrow Would bring back the blest hour of meeting again. THE LANDLADY OF FRANCE. A LANDLADY of France, she loved an officer, 'tis said, And this officer he dearly loved her brandy, oh! Sighed she, "I love this officer although his nose is red, And his legs are what his regiment call bandy oh!" But when the bandy officer was ordered to the coast, How she tore her lovely locks that look'd so sandy, oh ! "Adieu, my soul," says she, "if you write pray pay the post; But, before we part, let's take a drop of brandy oh!" She filled him out a bumper, just before he left the town, And another for herself so neat and handy, oh! So they kept their spirits up, by pouring spirits down, For love is like the cholic, cured with brandy, oh! "Take a bottle on't," says she, " for you are going into camp, In your tent you know, my love, 'twill be the dandy, oh!" "You're right," says he, " my life, for a tent is very damp; And 'tis better with my tent to take some brandy oh!" STAND TO YOUR GUNS, MY HEARTS OF OAK. STAND to your guns, my hearts of oak, Let not a word on board be spoke, Victory soon will crown the joke; Ram home your guns, and sponge them well, Let us be sure the balls will tell, The cannons' roar shall sound their knell; Not yet, nor yet-reserve your fire, I do desire: Now the elements do rattle, The gods, amazed, behold the battle. To the bottom down she goes. WOMEN AND WINE. LET Sons of Slaughter try their skill So our chase shall haily gaily be, With a smack and kiss in chorus. Great Alexander fury hurl'd, So our chase shall haily, &c. Grave undertakers join the chase, So our chase shall haily, &c. The parsons are all hunting men, So our chase shall haily, &c. High fill your glasses, fill apace, ENGLAND, THE ANCHOR AND HOPE OF THE WORLD. UNDAUNTED in peril and foremast in danger, Stood England, the Anchor and Hope of the world. Sweetest spot on the earth, where true honour combining, With justice and truth, gives a strength to the whole; Where the rose-bud of beauty with valour entwining, Enlargeth the heart and exalteth the soul. O land of my birth! yet shall peace be thy portion, And thy white sails in commerce again be unfurl'd; And still shalt thou stand, lovely rock! in the ocean, The anchor of Europe, the Hope of the world. |