Oh, when the court my schedule had,
My lawyer there did say,
Th' insolvent was a bankrupt,
Through trusting Captain Gray.

PARODY ON THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN
MOORE.

NOT a sous had he got-not a guinea or note;
And he look'd confoundedly flurried,
As he bolted away without paying his shot,
And the landlady after him hurried.

We saw him again at the dead of night,
When home from the club returning;
We twigg'd the doctor beneath the light
Of the gas-lamps brilliantly burning.
All bare and exposed to the midnight dews,
Reclined in the gutter we found him ;
And he look'd like a gentleman taking a snooze,
With his Marshall cloak around him.

The doctor's as drunk as the devil, we said,
And we managed a shutter to borrow;

We rais'd him, and sighed at the thought that his head
Would dreadfully ache on the morrow.

We bore him home, and we put him to bed,
And we told his wife and daughter,
To give him next morning a couple of red-
Herrings, with soda water.

Loudly they talked of his money that's gone,
And his lady began to upbraid him;
But little he reck'd, so they let him snore on,
'Neath the counterpane-just as we laid him.
We tuck'd him in, and had hardly done,.
When beneath the window calling,
We heard the rough voice of a son-of-a-gun
Of a watchman "One o'clock" bawling,

Slowly and sadly we all walk'd down
From his room in the uppermost story;
A rushlight we placed on the cold hearth-stone,
And we left him alone in his glory.

MYNHEER VANDUNCK.

MYNHEER Vandunck, though he never got drunk, Sipp'd brandy and water gaily;

And he quench'd his thirst with two quarts of the first,
To a pint of the latter daily.

Singing, "Oh, that a Dutchman's draught could be
As deep as the rolling Zuyder Zee."
Water well mingled with spirit good store,

No Hollander dreams of scorning;

But of water alone he drinks no more

Than a rose supplies its bloom on a summer's morning.

SMILE AGAIN MY BONNY LASSIE.

SMILE again my bonny lassie,

Lassie smile again.

Prithee do not frown, sweet lassie,

For it gives me pain.

If to love thee too sincerely

Be a fault in me,

Thus to use me so severely,

Is not kind in thee.

Smile again, &c.

Fare thee well, my bonnie lassie,

Lassie fare thee well,

Time will show thee, bonnie lassie,

More than tongue can ́ell.

Tho' we're doom'd by fate to sever,
(And 'tis hard to part,)

Still, believe me, thou shalt ever

Own my faithful heart.

Then smile, &c.

SICH A GITTIN UP STAIRS.

ON a Suskehannah raft I cum up de bay,

And I danced, and I frolick'd, and I fiddled, all de way.
Sich a gittin up stairs I neber did see,
Sich a gittin up stairs I neber did see.

Trike de toe an heel, cut de pigeon wing,
Scratch gravel, slap de foot, dat is just de ting.

Sich a gittin, &c.
I went to de play, an' I seed Jim Crow,
Oh, nigger Isam den swell, for Jim he was no go.
Sich a gittin, &c.
I look him in de face, until I make him grin,
And then I trow a backa quid, and hit him on de shin.
Sich a gittin, &c.
Oh! I is dat boy dat knows to preach a sarmon,
'Bout temperance, and "seven up," and all dat kind

of varmin.

Sich a gittin, &c.

Sich a gittin, &c.

Niggers held a meetin, 'bout de clonization,
And dere I spoke a speech about amalgamation.

To Washington I go, dere I cut a swell,
Cleanin' gemman's boots, and ringing auction bell.
Sich a gittin, &c.
I called on yaller Sal, dat trades in sausages,
And dere I met big Joe, which made my dander ris.
Sich a gittin, &c.

Says I, "You see dat door? just mosey nigga Joe, For I'm a Suskehannah boy, wot knows a ting or two." Sich a gittin, &c.

And den I show my sciance,-prenez gardez vous,
Bung he eye, break he shin, split he nose in two!
Sich a gittin, &c.

Sal beller out-den she jump up between us,
But guess he no forget de day when Isam show his

genus.

Sich a gittin, &c.

Den big Joe went out, he gwan to take de law,
But he no fool de possum-I cut my stick for Baltimore.

Two behind and two before,

Wait till you get to the watch-house door.

Sich a gittin, &c.

Sich a gittin, &c,

Sich a gittin, &c.

Sich a gittin, &c.

Sal is sassy, I know what she means,
She's been to school, and is up to beans.

If you want a song, get one dat's fat,
"The gallant Hussar," or "All round my Hat."

Turner and Fisher, dey go de hole figga,
Dey's de chaps what mortalize de nigga.

Sich a gittin, &c.

When you buy dis, and know it right well,
Fetch along de change, and get de "Singer's Jewel."

Sich a gittin, &c.

WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT.

O WILLIE brew'd a peck o' maut,

And Rob and Allan cam to see ;
Three blyther hearts, that leelang night,
Ye wadna found in Christendie.

We are nae fou, we're na that fou,
But just a drappie in our ee;

The cock may craw, the day may daw',
And aye we'll taste the barley bree.

Here are we met, three merry boys,
Three merry boys, I trow are we ;
And mony a night we've merry been,
And mony mair we hope to be!

We are na fou' &c.

It is the moon, I ken her horn,
That blinkin in the lift sae hie;

She shines sae bright to wyle us hame,"
But, by my sooth, she'll wait a wee!

We are na fou, &c.

Wha first shall rise to gang awa',
A cuckold, coward lown, is he!
Wha first beside his chair shall fa',
He is the king amang us three.

We are na fou, &c.

BATTLE SONG.

UP, comrades, up-see the morn's o'er the mountains,
Rouse from your slumber and rush on the foe;
Though bright and clear now, ere ev ning the fountains
Dark with the blood of the slaughter'd shall flow!

"Tis our last struggle for freedom and honour,
Blow your wild trumpets and call up the brave!
Fight for your country-shame is upon her!
On to the conflict to die or to save.

Farewell, ye dear ones, that ere the invader

Wasted our vallies, have soften'd and charm'd The hearts of our country, with feelings that made her Best belov'd land that romance ever warm'd: