What in de corner dare, dat I py?
I know dat nigga Cuffee, by de white ob de eye: Dat not Cuffee, 'tis a tic ob wood, sure;
A tic ob wood wid stocking on! you tell me dat? Pshaw!
Oh, Rose, take care, Rose!
may be burnt if I don't hate Rose !
Oh, Rose, you blacka snake, Rose !
Let go my arm, Rose, let me at him rush,
I swella his two lips like a blacka balla brush ;
Let go my arm, and let me top his win,
Let go my arm, Rose, while I kick him on de shin;
Oh, Rose, take care, Rose !
I ketch hold of Cuffee, I take him by de wool,
I ketch hold of Cuffee, he try away to pull;
But I up wid a foot an kick him on de shin,
Which put him breffles on de floor, and make de
nigga grin.
Oh, Rose, take care, Rose!
He jump up for sartin, he cut dirt and run
Now Sambo follow arter, with his tum, tum, tum, He jump up for sartin, he cut dirt and run,
Now Sambo follow arter, with his tum, tum, tum ;
Oh, Rose, curse dat Rose!
I wish old Hays would ketch dat Rose !
Oh, Rose, you blacka snake, Rose !
There are jewels rich and rare,
In the cavern of the deep;
And to braid thy raven hair,
There the pearly treasures sleep.
In a tiny man-of-war
Thou shalt stem the ocean tide;
Or in a chrystal car
Sit a queen in all her pride.
Ah! believe that love may dwell,
Where the choral branches twine;
And that every wreathed shell
Breathes a tune as soft as thine.
Hope as fond as thou wilt prove,
Truth as bright as e'er was told;
Hearts as fond as those above,
Dwell under the water cold.
A CURIOUS tale I now will disclose,
Concerning a man with a very long nose!
Like an elephant's trunk it reach'd to his toes,
And with it could deal out some terrible blows.
Ri too ral, &c.
This wonderful nose he could swing left and right,
Which you all must allow look'd a comical sight;
No one dare come near him, so great was his might—
A blow from his nose would settle 'em quite.
Ri too rai, &c.
This terrible chap was about nine feet high,
With a comical squint, and a mouth all awry ;
Though bandy his legs, his heels were so light,
He'd just give a spring, and jump out of sight,
The hair on his head sprouted out like a leek,
And whenever he spoke, 'twas a kind of a squeak;
He would oft with his nose toss up men for a freak,
And they never came down 'tis said for a week.
Ri too ral, &c.
This chap wore a hat, in shape like a basin,
With a brim wide enough for a donkey to race on ;
And such a deuce of a fellow was he to take snuff,
A pound at a pinch was hardly enough.
Ri too ral, &c. A party of nobles once travell'd incog,
To catch just a glimpse of this troublesome dog; But the breath from his nose had caused such a fog, They tumbled head foremost bang into a bog.
At last came a sailor with courage in store,
Who swore he would tackle this long-snouted bore!
But the nose made him jump like a grim pantaloon,
And toss'd him so high, he went bang through the
The people around were gaping with fear,
When they saw the poor sailor his course upwards steer,
So they took to their heels, and made the coast clear,
For the force of the nose made them feel very queer!
Ri too ral, &c.
The country was fill'd with wonder and dread,
So the king at last set a price on his head;
And so loud did he snore, at night when in bed,
'Twas said if he lived he would soon wake the dead!
Ri too ral, &c.
Some guards from the king at last made a gap,
Through the doors of the house of this terrible chap;
They found him in bed, just taking a nap,
With the nose round his head in place of a cap.
Ri too ral, &c.
They crept one by one, tip toe on the floor,
I think that in all there was near sixty score;
They tried to secure him-but mark, what a bore,
He jump'd through the roof, and was never seen more.
Ri too ral, &c.
The soldiers were all of them struck with affright,
When they saw Mr. Nosy cut clean out of sight;
And so angry were they he had taken his flight,
They set to and pummell'd each other all night!
Ri too ral, &c.
MERRY MOUNTAIN HORN.
YES, I will leave the battle field,
And seek again my native land;
I'll cast aside my spear and shield,
And join the merry mountain band.
To roam o'er hill and valley green,
I gaily rise at early dawn,
And listen to the echo wild,
Of the merry mountain horn.
I love to watch the rising sun,
That gaily gilds the mountain brow;
I love my home when toil is done,
And smiles that greet my quick return.
WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO STAND?
QUEER sayings now are all the go,
You cannot say I'm wrong,
But there is one I'd have you know,
I've work'd into a song.
Go where I will, in ev'ry street
I'm shook, sirs, by the hand,
No matter who it is I meet,
It's what are you going to stand?
One morn I'd been to get some cash
From a swell at the West end-
Resolved I was to cut a dash,
When I met with an old friend.
I told him of the errand I'd been,
When he takes me by the hand-
I'm glad to hear it, my boy, says he
Now, what are you going to stand?
Says I, I doesn't mind a drop,
My spirits it will rouse ;
So then we toddles in a shop,
Near to Somerset House;
Inside a lot began to shout,
As though it had been plann'd
It isn't often we get you out,
Now, what are you going to stand?
I spent, sirs, very near a crown,
My cash was getting shorter-
For the liquor they sent rolling down,
As though it had been water!
A wench my arm began to shake,
I could her hide have tann'd-
When she says, for old acquaintance sake,
What are you going to stand?
Thinks I, egad this will not do,
So I bolted from the lot;
But ran against a man I knew,
Ere a hundred yards I'd got;
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