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CONSENT, I READ LOVE IN THOSE EYES.

COME love, I pray don't say nay,

Let me kiss those lips divine:
My tongue's too weak my love to speak,

No passion e'er did equal mine.
Of all the world thee most I prize,
Consent I read love in those eyes

Lovely eyes, sweet blue eyes, &c.
Give loose to love, I'll never rove,

Ne'er from thee will I depart,
Pray then give ease, and with it peace,

To my almost broken heart.
Love like mine, it never dies,
Consent, I read love in those eyes.

Lovely eyes, sweet blue eyes, &c.

I'LL LOVE THEE SWEET FOR EVER.

What tho' yon blossom's a tender flower,

Shall I despise thee-never.
Tho' fortune shines or sorrow pour,

I'll love thee sweet for ever.
And if you breathe the bitter sigh,

Or ever think of grief,
My heart would burst-or else 'twould die,

Till it had brought relief.
Then while I live I'll live to love,

I'll part with thee-oh never !
For while there is a heav'n above,

I'll love thee sweet for ever.

THE STAGE-STRUCK BARBER.

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Dick Friz was a barber's man,

A barber's man I say,
But Thalia did his heart trepan,

And he was resolved to play.
As Figaro he did appear,

Nor varied from his trade,
And he did the part so very queer,

That he ne'er again it played.
As Dicky Gossip he next came

To play upon the stage,
But soon the audience cried out shame,

For he put them in a rage.
This put poor Dicky at a stand,

And spoiled all his bliss,
For, when he expected ev'ry hand,

He got nought but a hiss.
As Thalia proved an unkind jade,

To Melpomene he turned ?
He ne'er again thought on his trade,

For tragedy he burned.
In crooked Richard now he starts

When he beholds the ghosts ;
Of his success in all his parts

Unto his friends he boasts.

The water now was hissing hot,

His razor was so keen,
But like the great man he was not,

His like there'll ne'er be seen.
Dick, finding that he could not play,

Resolved the stage to leave ;
I am no Richard, Dick did say,

And so I will not grieve.

SWEET CAROLINE.

My beating heart with rapture glows

Whene'er I view that form divine,
My throbbing breast no passion knows,

Save love for thee, sweet Caroline !
Let those who wed alone for gold,

Compare their transient bliss with mine,
Whilst their affection waxeth cold,
Mine warmer glows for Caroline.

My beating heart, &c.

DASH MY VIG!

Adoo and farewell to this wile smoky town,
Vhere nothing but rioting never goes down ;
In a little small cottage that's not wery big,
I'll live all the rest of my life-Dash my vig!

Tol de rol, &c.
I fell deep in love with a ravishing maid,
And she was a straw-bonnet builder by trade ;
Her name it was Mary Ann Dorothy Twig,
But she used me shamefully bad-Dash my vig.

Tol de rol, &c. At half-arter eight every night I did meet her, And then at half-price to the play I did treat her ; Sometimes, too, ve vent quite full drest to a jig. And valtz'd till the morning ve did-Dash my vig!

Tol de rol, &c. I ax'd her to marry—she scornfully said, She wondered how such a thought com'd in my head ; For a journeyman-grocer she lov'd--Mr. Figg, And he was the man she should ved—Dash my vig!

Tol de rol, &c.

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She married the grocer, and soon I could see,
She cock'd up her nose half a yard above me ;
And her husband himself behaved just like a pig,
For he told me to valk myself off-Dash my vig!

Tol de rol, &c.
I'd a good mind to challenge him, pistols I'd got,
But I did not at all like the thoughts of a shot ;
I couldn't say nothing my heart was so big,
So I sythd, and I then valk'd away--Dash my vig!

Tol de rol, &c.
Your poets and authors they say love is blind,
And 'tis true, sure and certain, and that I did find,
Or it never could be she could choose such a prig,
Instead of a young man like me-Dash my vig!

Tol de rol, &c.
Adoo and farewell, I retires to the glades
Of forests and woods, and their sweet wernal shades;
Where in my own garden I'll plant, and I'll dig,
And I vont come to Lunnun no more--Dash my vig!

Tol de rol, &c.

JIM CROW.

I CAME from ole Kentucky,

A long time ago,
Where I first larn to wheel about,
And jump Jim Crow.

Wheel about and turn about,

And do just so ;
Ebey time I wheel about,

I jump Jim Crow.
I used to take him fiddle,

Every morn and arternoon,
And charm de ole buzzard,
And dance to de raccoon.

Wheel about, &c.

To you no soul shall bear deceit,

No stranger offer wrong,
But friends in all the aged you'll meet,
And lovers in the

young But when they learn that you have blest,

Another with your heart,
They'll bid aspiring passion rest,

And act a brother's part ;
Then, lady, dread not here deceit,

Nor fear to suffer wrong,
For friends in all the aged you'll meet,

And lovers in the young.

HIGHLAND MARY.

Ye banks and braes, and streams around,

The Castle o' Montgomery,
Green be your woods, and fair your flow'rs,

Your waters never drumlie,
There simmer first unfaulds her robes,

And there they langest tarry:
And there I took the last fareweel,

Of my dear Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk,

How rich the hawthorn's blossoin,
As underneath their fragrant shade,

I clasp'd her to my bosom ;
The golden hours, on angel wings,

Flew o'er me, and my dearie ;
For dear to me as light and life,

Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace,

Our parting was fu' tender,
And pledging aft to meet again,

We ture ourselves asunder.

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