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Oh dear! Oh dear!
With grief my poor heart is quite full ;
Nor one single bell can I pull;
And sentiments speak of all small men;
Oh dear! Oh dear!
(To own it I cannot refuse ;)
If the ladies I can but amuse :
Take pity on me and my song,
Oh dear! Oh dear!
I KNEW by the noise that I heard all around
In the street where I was, that a row it was near ; And I said, “if there's fun this good night to be found,
As I love it so dearly, I shall sure find it here.” Every tongue seem'd employ'd,and the row did increase, Whilst the Charleys their rattles so cheerily spring.
I hopp'd into the crowd, the news for to catch,
But scarcely had open'd my mouth to inquire, When a rascally thief made off with my watch,
Tript my heels, and so laid me flat down in the mire.
Who ask'd me what in defence I'd to say,
Used my person quite ill, and my watch bore away. He looking quite grim, bade me good hours keep, Pay a shilling-return to my home with all speed.
ONE Paddy O'Lynn courted Widdy M‘Kay,
thought the best thing he could do was to taze. Now Paddy be aisy, you devil, she'd cry, And she'd smack Paddy's chops, while she'd look at him sly;
[affairs, “Lave your tricks and your nonsense, and mind your Through your tickling I know I'll be tumbling up
stairs !" "My honey,” says Paddy, “ that, some folks do say, Is a sign that you'll soon know your own wedding day ; And it's pleased that I am sure to say so's no sin, Since 'tis all for good luck,” says Paddy O’Lynn. “ Arrah, now!” says she, “Pat, don't think of the like, For I didn't say no to your fat cousin Mike, The sole of my shoe he loves, though it arn't whole:" Says Paddy, "I'd rather love you than your soul.” “Now Paddy, I'll squeal, and I'll punch your fool's head
[bed ;" Sure I'm dreaming each night, I've your cousin in
Says Paddy, “That same I am glad that you say,
'tis time that you left off such stuff,
did right. “Now Paddy, be quiet, to take you I'm loath, Sure, I've now had two husbands, and done for them both;"
[I'll win, “ Then have me for the third, and prhaps this time For the third time is different,” says Paddy O'Lynn.
OH, YES, DEAR LOVE SO TENDERLY.
So blindly I adore thee,
Fade, worthless, all before thee.
With languid eyes I view them ;
I study to renew them.
Ambition's thirst, would seize me;
the battle's thrilling hour,
But, oh! dear love so tenderly
So blindly I adore thee ;
Fade, worthless, now before thee.
HOWL NOT, YE WINDS.
Roar not, ye waves, at the foot of the mountain ; Breathe, Spirit of peace, oh! breathe o’er each grave;
And soft be the flow of each murmuring fountain. Let the valiant who fell in defence of their land,
Repose in the quiet they died in defending ; And dear be the spot that beheld their bold band
To death, but to honour, in glory descending. Oh! theirs is the rest who repose 'neath the sod That nourished the arm which preserved it in dan
ger' ; And theirs is the hope to repose with their God,
That ages renew in the prayer of the stranger.
CONTENT AND A PIPE.
CONTENTED I sit with my pint and my pipe,
Puffing sorrow and care far away,
Like smoking and moist’ning our clay ;
'Tis only a fool or a sot, Who with reason or sense would be ever at war,
And don't know when enough he has got ; For, though at my simile many may joke, Man is but a pipe—and his life but smoke.
Yes, a man and a pipe are much nearer a-kin
Than has as yet been understood, For, until with breath they are both filled within,
Pray tell me for what are they good ? They, one and the other, composed are of clay,
And, if rightly I tell nature's plan, Take but the breath from them both quite away,
The pipe dies—and so does the man: For, though at my simile many may joke, Man is but a pipe—and his life but smoke. Thus I'm told by my pipe that to die is man's lot,
And, sooner or later, he must; For, when to the end of life's journey he's got,
Like a pipe that's smoked out—he is dust : So you, who would wish in your hearts to be gay,
Encourage not strife, care, or sorrow, Make much of your pipe of tobacco to day,
For you may be smoked out to-morrow : For, though at my simile many may joke, Man is but a pipe-and his life but smoke.
HEY THE BONNIE BREAST-KNOTS,
HEY the bonnie, ho the bonnie,
When they put on the breast-knots.
And some o' them had breast-knots ;