While strolling t'other night, I dropped in at a house, d'ye see, Insisted on treating me ; When half-a-bottle he brings; SPOKEN.-"How much to pay, landlord," said I "Nothing of the sort," Says he, "you're a cove wot sings." Now my song is at an end, Tol de rol, &c. My story through I've run ; Was to cause a morsel of fun; If I succeed, that's right, There's a pleasure pleasing brings; And I'll try some other night, The luck of a chap wot sings. Tol de rol, &c. LOVE'S RITORNELLA. GENTLE Zitella, whither away? Lonely Zitella hath too much fear; And those bright eyes if the brigand should see Gentle Zitella, banish thy fear; Love's ritornella, tarry and hear. Simple Zitella, beware, ah, beware! RETURN, O MY LOVE. RETURN, O my love! and we'll never part, The breath of the woodbine is on my lips, And no one but thou of its sweetness shall sip, Then return, &c. FOUR FEET HIGH. WHAT a misery it is to be just four feet high, Oh, hapless misfortune-I feel it-that I, My school I went through, and some years passed away, And although I looked but a boy; With other lads taller I scorn'd to play, Fate cut my prospects, and sternly decreed- Did reach four-and-twenty years old, and indeed, Before I was four feet high. Oh dear! Oh dear! Oh, hapless misfortune-I sob and I sigh, I then fell in love, and a courting I went, Who was just six feet tall, but she would not consent, And all my hope turn'd to despair. Too short to be married-I sob and I sigh, The refusal from her filled my heart full of woe, I made up my mind for a soldier to go, But corporal, sergeant, and all-nine or ten- And told me they only took good siz❜d men, Oh dear! Oh dear! Too short to be shot at-I sob and I sigh, As I walk through the streets I feel some alarm say, Whose looks plainly "Come under my arm, You wee little hop o' my thumb." And each gawkey boy, my walk who comes near, For all of them cry, "Companions, look here, Oh dear! Oh dear! Scoff'd by young urchins, who, jeering go by, Day after day, I my shortness deplore, And sentiments speak of all small men ; To be waited upon by the tall men! Hapless misfortune-I feel it-that I, There's one very pleasing reflection to me, With my short person contented I'd be, I'll purchase the licence-make her my wife, To make her quite happy I'm sure I would try, THE ROW. I KNEW by the noise that I heard all around In the street where I was, that a row it was near; And I said, "if there's fun this good night to be found, As I love it so dearly, I shall sure find it here." Every tongue seem'd employ'd,and the row did increase, Whilst the Charleys their rattles so cheerily spring. I hopp'd into the crowd, the news for to catch, PADDY O'LYNN. ONE Paddy O'Lynn courted Widdy M'Kay, Now to win her, he knew he the widdy must plaise, And she'd smack Paddy's chops, while she'd look at him sly; [affairs, "Lave your tricks and your nonsense, and mind your Through your tickling I know I'll be tumbling up stairs!" "My honey," says Paddy, "that, some folks do say, Is a sign that you'll soon know your own wedding day; And it's pleased that I am-sure to say so's no sin, Since 'tis all for good luck," says Paddy O'Lynn. "Arrah, now!" says she, "Pat, don't think of the like, For I didn't say no to your fat cousin Mike, The sole of my shoe he loves, though it arn't whole:" Says Paddy, "I'd rather love you than your soul." "Now Paddy, I'll squeal, and I'll punch your fool's head [bed;" Sure I'm dreaming each night, I've your cousin in |