Before Miss Patty Blear I stood,
Who dark was as a crow sir;
Says I, "my name is Billy Wood,
The fascinating grocer."
She curtsied low, and in reply,
Said, "all your love's in vain, sir,
Engaged I am to Mr. Flam,
Who lives in Mincing-lane, sir."
Tol lol de rol.

To Mincing-lane I went with speed,
Where, cutting beef, and ham, sir,
Behind the counter stood, indeed,
My rival, Mr. Flam, sir;

Says I, "Grand carver you appear,
But sure as I've a snout, sir,

You may cut here, but with Miss Blear,
You shall not cut me out, sir."

Tol lol de rol.

When I had finished, Mr. Flam,
Whose passion quickly rose, sir,
Straight put aside his beef and ham,
And took me by the nose, sir;
The pinch he gave it made me roar,
To struggle was in vain, sir ;
And when he kick'd me from the door,
I ran from Mincing-lane, sir.

Tol lol de rol.

From Mincing-lane I ran so fast,
And beg you'll be so kind, sir,
As round the house your eyes to cast,
And see if you can find, sir,
A lady fair, who in this place,
In love with me can grow, sir,
Perhaps she'll show her smiling face
To Billy Wood the
grocer.

Tol lol de rol.

HERE'S A HEALTH TO THE LADIES, GOD
BLESS 'EM.

Oн, woman, dear woman, the charm of our life,
So beauteous they fill every scene,
That whether as lover, companion, or wife,
They're lovely, and ever have been ;

And should the world's wrongs e'er perplex us in mind, "Tis then that soft feelings possess 'em.

They're all that is lovely, so blooming and kind,
Here's a health to the ladies, God bless eni.
God bless 'em, &c.

Come, fill me a bumper of Burgundy clear,
And this-ay, let this be the toast,

Here's a health to the man who shall make it appear,
Next to life he loves woman the most.

May beauty and joy sweetly smile on each face,
And ev'ry soft feeling possess 'em,

And while on this earth I have being or place,
I'll drink to the ladies, God bless 'em.

God bless 'em, &c.

MY SISTER DEAR.

My sister dear, o'er this rude cheek
Oft I've felt the tear-drop stealing,
When those mute looks have told the feeling,
Heav'n denied the tongue to speak.

And thou had'st comfort in that tear,
Shed for thee, my sister dear.

Shed for thee, &c.

And now, alas, I weep alone,

By thee, my youth's best friend, forsaken,
'Mid thoughts the darkest gloom awaken,
Trembling for thy fate unknown;

And vainly flows the bitter tear,
Shed for thee, my sister dear.

Shed for thee, &c.

SWEET EVENING BELLS.

SWEET evening bells, sweet evening bells,
How many a tale their music tells,

Of youth, and home, and that sweet time
When last 1 heard your evening chime.
Those joyous hours are passed away,
And many a heart that then was gay,
Within the tomb now darkly dwells,
And hears no more those evening bells.
And so 'twill be when I am gone,---
That tuneful peal will still ring on,
And other bards shall walk these dells,
And sing thy praise sweet evening bells.

REMEMBER, LOVE, REMEMBER.

'Twas ten o'clock one moonlight night,
I ever shall remember,

And every star shone twinkling bright,
In dreary dark December;
When at the window, tap, tap, tap,
I heard a certain well-known rap,
And with it too, these words most clear
Remember ten o'clock, my dear,-
Remember, love, remember.'

My mother dozed before the fire,
My dad his pipe was smoking,
Nor could I for the world retire,
O, was it not provoking?

At length, the old folk fast asleep,
I ran, my promised word to keep,
When sure, his absence to denote,
He on the window-shutter wrote,
'Remember, love, remember.'

And did I need a hint so sweet?
O, no! for, mark the warning,
Which said, at church we were to meet,
By ten o'clock next morning.
And there we met, no more to part,
To twine together, hand and heart,
And since that day, in wedlock joined,
The window-shutter brings to mind,
'Remember, love, remember.'

OH, SAW YE THE LASS WI' THE BONNY
BLUE E'EN?

Он, saw ye the lass wi' the bonny blue e'en ?
Her smile is the sweetest that ever was seen,
Her cheek like the rose is but fresher I we'en,
She's the lovliest dancer that ever was seen.

The home of my love is below in the valley,
Where sweet flow'rs welcome the wand'ring being;
But the sweetest of flowers that bloom in the valley,
Is the lass that I love wi' the bonny blue e'en.
Oh, saw ye the lass, &o

When night overshadows her cot in the glen,
She steals out to meet her love Donald again;
And when the moon shines in the valley so green,
He'll welcome the lass wi' the bonny blue e'en.
Oh, saw ye the lass, &c,

As the fond dove that wanders away from its nest,
Returns to the mate that his heart loves the best,
So I'll leave the wide world's false and vanishing scene,
And I'll fly to the lass wi' the bonny blue e'en.

Oh, saw ye the lass, &c.

TELL ME, WHERE IS FANCY BRED?

TELL me, where is fancy bred?
Or in the heart, or in the head;
How begot, how nourished?
Is it engendered in the eyes?
With gazing fed and Fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.
Let us all ring Fancy's knell,
I'll begin it-Ding, dong, bell.

Ding, dong, bell,

SIC A WIFE AS WILLIE HAD.

WILLIE Wastle dwelt on Tweed,
The spot they ca'd it Linkum-doddie;
Willie was a wabster guid,

Cou'd stown a clue wi' ony body:
He had a wife was dour and din,
O Tinkler Maggie was her mither;
Sic a wife as Willie had,

I wadna gie a button for her.

She has an ee, she has but ane,

The cat has twa the very colour;
Five rusty teeth, forbye a stump,
A clapper tongue wad deave a miller;
A whiskin beard about her mou-
Her nose and chin they threaten ither;
Sic a wife, &.

She's bow-hough'd, she's hein-shin'd,
Ae limpin leg a hand-braid shorter ;
She's twisted right, she's twisted left,
To balance fair in ilka quarter:
She has a hump upon her breast,
The twin o' that upon her shouther;
Sic a wife, &c.