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Next morning, we exchanged our vows,

I prize his golden present,
Which seems like magic to disclose

Each moment something pleasant.
His cheerful smiles each care beguiles,

Believe me, dearest misses,
'Tis bliss to share with him our fare,
Though bread, and cheese, and kisses.

Though bread, and cheese, &c.

AULD ROBIN GRAY.

YOUNG Jamie lo'ed me weel, and he sought me for his

bride, But saving a crown, he had naething else beside ; To mak that crown a pund, my Jamie gade to sea, And the crown and the pund were baith for me. He had na been awa, a week but only twa, When my mither she fell sick, and the cow was stown

awa, My Father brak his arm, and my Jamie at the sea, And auld Robin Gray cam a-courting to me. My father cou'dna work, and my mither cou'dna

spin ; I toil'd baith day and night, but their bread I cou'dna Auld Rob maintain'd them baith, and wi’tears in his ee, Said Jenny, for their sakes, O will you marry me? My heart it said nay, I look'd for Jamie back ; But the wind it blew high, and the ship it prov'd a

wreck ; The ship it prov'd a wreck, why didna Jenny die! And why do I live to say, Oh! waes me? Auld Robin argued sair, though my mither didna

speak, She lookd in my face till my heart was like to break;

win ;

So they gied him my hand, tho' my heart was at the

sea, And auld Robin Gray is a gude man to me. I hadna been a wife a week but only four, When sitting sae mournfully ae day at the door, I saw my Jamie's wraith, for I cou'dna think it he, Until he said, Jenny, I'm come to marry thee. 0, sair did we greet, and muckle did we say, We took but ae kiss, and tore ourselves away: I wish I were dead, but I'm nae like to die, And why do I live, to say Oh! waes me? I gang like a ghaist, I carena to spin, I darena think on Jamie, for that wad be a sin ; But I'll do my best a gude wife for to be, For auld Robin Gray is kind unto me.

THE FASCINATING GROCER.

COME listen to a whimmy chant,

And if there's nothing in it,
Will you a little patience grant,

If quickly I begin it ;
A love-sick grocer, Billy Wood,

A victim I'm to cupid,
So if my song is long and good,
Don't call it short and stupid.

Tol lol de rol.
One day as trudging through the Park,

With plums and currants laden ;
Says I, I'll have a little lark,

With yonder pretty maiden ;
She's drest so spruce, and looks so sly,

To lose her will not do, sir ;
And though a cast she's in one eye,
Why I've a cast in two, sir.

Tol lol de rol.

Before Miss Patty Blear I stood,

Who dark was as a crow sir ;
Says I,“ my name is Billy Wood,

The fascinating grocer.”
She curtsied low, and in reply,

Said, “ all your love's in vain, sir,
Engaged I am to Mr. Flam,
Who lives in Mincing-lane, sir.”

Tol lol de rol.

To Mincing-lane I went with speed,

Where, cutting beef, and ham, sir,
Behind the counter stood, indeed,

My rival, Mr. Flam, sir ;
Says I, “ Grand carver you appear,

But sure as I've a snout, sir,
You may cut here, but with Miss Blear,
You shall not cut me out, sir."

Tol lol de rol,

When I had finished, Mr. Flam,

Whose passion quickly rose, sir, Straight put aside his beef and ham,

And took me by the nose, sir ; The pinch he gave it made me roar,

To struggle was in vain, sir ; And when he kick'd me from the door, I ran from Mincing-lane, sir.

Tol lol de rol.

From Mincing-lane I ran so fast,

And beg you'll be so kind, sir,
As round the house your eyes to cast,

And see if you can find, sir,
A lady fair, who in this place,

In love with me can grow, sir, Perhaps she'll show her smiling face To Billy Wood the grocer,

Tol lol de rol.

HERE'S A HEALTH TO THE LADIES, . GOD

BLESS 'EM.

Oh, woman, dear woman, the charm of our life,

So beauteous they fill every scene,
That whether as lover, companion, or wife,

They're lovely, and ever have been ;
And should the world's wrongs e'er perplex us in mind,

'Tis then that soft feelings possess 'em. They're all that is lovely, so blooming and kind, Here's a health to the ladies, God bless em.

God bless 'em, &c. Come, fill me a humper of Burgundy clear,

And this--ay, let this be the toast,
Here's a health to the man who shall make it appear,

Next to life he loves woman the most.
May beauty and joy sweetly smile on each face,

And ev'ny sofi feeling possess 'em,
And while on this earth I have being or place,
I'll drink to the ladies, God bless 'em.

God bless 'em, &c.

MY SISTER DEAR.

My sister dear, o'er this rude cheek
Oft I've felt the tear-drop stealing,
When those mute looks have told the feeling,

Heav'n denied the tongue to speak.
And thou had'st comfort in that tear,
Shed for thee, my sister dear.

Shed for thee, &c.
And now, alas, I weep alone,
By thee, my youth's best friend, forsaken,
'Mid thoughts the darkest gloom awaken,

Trembling for thy fate unknown ;

And yainly flows the bitter tear,
Shed for thee, my sister dear.

Shed for thee, &c.

SWEET EVENING BELLS.

SWEET evening bells, sweet evening bells,
How many a tale their music tells,
Of youth, and home, and that sweet time
When last I heard your evening chime.
Those joyous hours are passed away,
And many a heart that then was gay,
Within the tomb now darkly dwells,
And hears no more those evening bells.
And so 'twill be when I am gone,-
That tuneful peal will still ring on,
And other bards shall walk these dells,
And sing thy praise sweet evening bells.

REMEMBER, LOVE, REMEMBER
'Twas ten o'clock one moonlight night,

I ever shall remember,
And every star shone twinkling bright,

In dreary dark December ;
When at the window, tap, tap, tap,
I heard a certain well-known rap,
And with it too, these words most clear
• Remember ten o'clock, my dear,-

Remember, love, remember.'
My mother dozed before the fire,

My dad his pipe was smoking,
Nor could I for the world retire,

O, was it not provoking?

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