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O, COME TO ME WHEN DAY-LIGHT SETS
O COME to me when day-light sets,
Sweet, then come to me,
O'er the moonlight sea,
Beneath the glancing ray,
To steal young hearts away.
Sweet! like thee and me;
In heaven and o'er the sea.
And echo sings again,
So come, &c.
WHEN I DRAIN THE BOWL,
WHEN I drain the rosy bowl,
Let the winds, &cm
When I quaff the sparkling wine,
Then I praise, &c.
soul unbends—I play Gamesome with the young and gay.
All my soul, &c.
THE CHARITY BOY.
No doubt you wonders who I is,
Oh! vot a pleasure larning is,
So, vot d'ye think of the charity boy ?
And yhen master my school-fellows did yhack, I'd the onner to take 'em on my back.
Oh! vot, &c. To be quite punctual is my rule, I alyus is the fast in school. To encourage me, my mother drops The browns, to buy me lollipops ; Then as to school my vay I drags, On hard-bake I blows out my bags. Stale tarts and buns too, it is plain, And a spanking piece of allecampane.
Oh! vot, &c. I'm so accomplished you must see, At miveys none can play like me ; At buttons too I comes it stout, I beats my playmates out and out. My larning, too, no one denies, As this here proof vill quite suffice, You hear as I can spell quite pat, C, A, T, dog, and D, 0, G, cat.
Oh! vot, &c. Vun arternoon I play'd the vag, And to the fields my way did dragTo get cock sorrel, the place I knew, And butter-cups and daisies too. Next day the master scolded me, And threatened that I horsed should be, But yhen he made the first attack, Vy, I vollop'd master like a sack.
Oh! vot, &c. On boxing day my joys increase, For yhen I shows my Christmas piece, I gets sich lots o' money then, 'Cause so vell can use my pen. And yhen ve has our breaking up, Oh crickeys! don't I eat and sup ;
To cut avay 'tis then the time,
Oh! vot, &c.
“Humpty dumpty sat on a wall,
BELLS UPON THE WIND.
That heavenly voice, that heavenly voice,
When every joy has fled,
When all, save hope, is dead.
Alone can calm the mind,
Bells upon, &c. Those mellow tones, those mellow tones,
The soul desponding cheer, · Reviving joys the bosom fill,
Fresh budding hopes appear,
In friendship’s voice shall find
Bells upon, &c.
THE ROSE-BUD OF SUMMER.
WHEN the rose-bud of summer its beauties bestowing,
On winter's rude blasts all its sweetness shall pour, And the sunshine of day in night's darkness be
glowing. Oh, then, dearest Ellen, I'll love you no more.,
When of hope the last spark, which thy smile loves
to cherish, In my bosom shall die, and its splendour be o'er, And the pulse of that heart which adores you shall ·
perish, Oh, then, dearest Ellen, I'll love you no more.
I NEVER SAYS NOTHING TO NOBODY.
What a shocking world this is for scandal!
worse every day,
To take folk's good name away.
The sad faults of others to show body;
But I never says nothing to nobody.
'Tis a snug little house I reside in,
And the people who're living next door,
As I never met with before.
A large sum of money they owe body,
I never says nothing to nobody.