Such language elegant he used,
He did her heart trepan;
She said she no objection had,
He was such a nice young man.
Now stop to dine with us you must,
I will not take denial;
Excuse me, Ma'am, this visit first
Is far too great a trial.
Well, call again whene'er you please,
For visit here you can,
I'll call again to-morrow, Ma'am,
Said my very nice young man.
From house he scarce was out of sight,
When from the lower rooms,
A servant maid came in a fright,
And cried, He's stole the spoons!
Ah! fetch him back, Mamma, she cries,
Off went our footman Dan,
Who brought him back, we found the spoons
Upon this nice young man.
A caution, ladies, give I must,
The moral I well know,
"Tis never the appearance trust
Of any dashing beau:
For this is what I should have done,
When to notice he began,
But who'd have thought he was a thief,
He was such a nice young man.
THE GIPSY KING.
TIS I'm the Gipsy King.
And where's the king like me?
No troubles my dignities bring,
No other is half so free!
In my kingdom there is but one table,
All my subjects partake of my cheer;
We'd all drink champagne were we able,
As it is, we have plenty of beer.
A king and a true one am I,
No courtier nor minister here;
I see every thing with my own eye,
And hear every thing with my own ear.
No conspiracy I apprehend,
Among brothers and sisters I rule, We both help to gain and to spend, And get drunk when the measure is full. For I am,
I confess that I am but a man,
My failings who pleases may know;
I'm fond of my girl and my can,
And of jolly companions a row.
My subjects are kind to me,
They don't grudge me the largest glass,
Nor yet that I hold on my knee,
At this moment the prettiest lass,
For I am, &c.
Ne'er a king do I envy, nor Keyser,
That sits on a golden throne;
And I'll tell you the reason why, sir,
Here's a sceptre and ball of my own.
To sit all night through in a crown,
I've a notion my can it would freeze,
So I pull my own nightcap down,
And tipple and smoke at my ease.
THE MAID OF JUDAH.
No more shall the children of Judah sing,
The lays of a happier time;
Nor strike the harp with the golden string
'Neath the sun of an eastern clime.
This, this was the lay of a Jewish maid,
But not in her father's bowers;
So sweetly she sung, as in sadness she stray'd
O'er the ruins of Babylon's towers.
Oh, where are the sons of mine ancient race,
That were born but the Javelin to bear;
Oh, where is that city whose wreck I trace,
Which once was so lovely and fair?
The green grass grows on that fertile spot,
Where once grew the sweetest of flowers;
Land of my kindred, thou shalt ne'er be forgot,
While a ruin remains of thy towers.
THE WILD WHITE ROSE.
ALL in the garden of beauty there grows,
Proudest, and sweetest, a strange white rose,
Yet thorns dwell around the spot where it blows,
So maidens beware of the wild young rose.
But there is one hour,
One word of power,
The secret one happy lady knows,
To call a fair sprite from its leaves at night,
The genii king of the wild white rose.
All in the garden, &c.
The maiden who dares its sweets to inhale,
Till her rosy cheek is dewy and pale;
While love and fear contest in her heart,
The fairy king from the flower may start.
Sweet as the balm that round her flows,
Bright as the bud that near her grows,
Yet thorns for her breast,
To rob her of rest,
So maidens beware of the wild white rose.
I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER.
I REMEMBER, I remember,
How my childhood fleeted by,
And the mirth of its December,
And the warmth of its July.
On my brow, love, on my brow, love,
There are no signs of care;
But my pleasures are not now, love,
What childhood's pleasures were.
Then the bowers, then the bowers,
Were as blithe as blithe could be;
And all their radiant flowers,
Were coronals for me.
Gems to night, love, gems to night, love,
Are beaming in my hair;
But they are not half so bright, love,
As childhood's roses were.
I was merry, I was merry,
When my little lovers came,
With a lily or a cherry,
Or some new invented game.
Now I've you, love, now I've
To kneel before me there;
But you know you're not so true, love,
As childhood's lovers were.
WE met 'twas in a crowd,
And I thought he would shun me,
He came I could not breathe,
For his eyes were upon me;
He spoke his words were cold,
And his smile was unaltered;
I knew how much he felt,
For his deep-toned voice falter'd.
I wore my bridal robe,
And I rivall'd its whiteness;
Bright gems were in my hair,
How I hated their brightness.
He called me by my name-
As the bride of another-
Oh, thou hast been the cause
Of this anguish, my mother!
And once again we met,—
And a fair girl was near him,
He smiled, and whispered low,
As I once used to hear him:
She leant upon his arm-
Once 'twas mine, and mine only-
I wept for I deserved
To feel wretched and lonely.
And she will be his bride!
At the altar he'll give her
The love that was too pure
For a heartless deceiver.
The world may think me gay,
For my feelings I smother,-
Oh, thou hast been the cause
Of this anguish, my mother!
WE HAVE LIVED AND LOVED TOGETHER.
WE have liv'd and lov'd together
Through many changing years,
We have shar'd each other's gladness
And wept each other's tears.
I have never known a sorrow,
That was long unsoothed by thee,
For thy smile can make a summer,
Where darkness else would be.
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