And vhen master my school-fellows did vhack, I'd the onner to take 'em on my back. To be quite punctual is my rule, Oh! vot, &c. To encourage me, my mother drops I'm so accomplished you must see, Oh! vot, &c. Vun arternoon I play'd the vag, Oh! vot, &c. On boxing day my joys increase, To cut avay 'tis then the time, So thus you see how blest I are, Oh! vot, &c. Vith a mind content vhere'er I goes, I ever bless the fate I'm sure Vhich made me humble-made me poor, "Humpty dumpty sat on a wall, BELLS UPON THE WIND. THAT heavenly voice, that heavenly voice, In accents soothing brings relief, When all, save hope, is dead. Those melting sounds, those melting sounds, Alone can calm the mind, Like dying sunbeams gild the scene, Or bells upon the wind. Bells upon, &c. Those mellow tones, those mellow tones, The soul desponding cheer, Reviving joys the bosom fill, Fresh budding hopes appear, A balm, whose cheering accents thrill Bells upon, &c. THE ROSE-BUD OF SUMMER. WHEN the rose-bud of summer its beauties bestowing, On winter's rude blasts all its sweetness shall pour, And the sunshine of day in night's darkness be glowing. Oh, then, dearest Ellen, I'll love you no more., When of hope the last spark, which thy smile loves to cherish, In my bosom shall die, and its splendour be o'er, And the pulse of that heart which adores you sha}} perish, Oh, then, dearest Ellen, I'll love you no more. I NEVER SAYS NOTHING TO NOBODY WHAT a shocking world this is for scandal! To take folk's good name away. 'Tis a snug little house I reside in, And the people who're living next door, But outside of doors they don't roam, The butcher so greasy and fat, As if he supreme ruled the roast. The baker lives quite in great style, He's been pull'd up three times for short weight, The publican thriving in trade, Has a little one just brought to town. His wife is a deuce of a shrew body, The beadles are on the look out, But I never says nothing to nobody. A methodist parson of fame, I see very often go by; His heart is fill'd full of love's flame, And surely he's but a so-so body, I could tell, if I lik'd, such a tale, Of neighbours all round great and smail; That surely I think without fail, Would really astonish re all. But here now my short ditty ends, So I never says nothing to nobody. THERE WAS A JOLLY MILLER. THERE was a jolly miller once lived on the river Dee, He danc'd and sang from morn till night, no lark so blithe as he, And this the burden of his song for ever us'd to be, "I care for nobody, no not I, if nobody cares for me." I live by my mill, God bless her! she's kindred, child, and wife, I would not change my station for any other in life: No lawyer, surgeon, or doctor, e'er had a groat from me, I care for nobody, no not I, if nobody cares for me. When spring begins his merry career, oh! how his heart grows gay, No summer's drought alarms his fears, nor winter's cold decay; No foresight mars the miller's joy, who's wont to sing and say, "Let others toil from year to year, I live from day to day." Thus, like the miller, bold and free, let us rejoice and sing, The days of youth are made for glee, and time is on the wing; This song shall pass from me to thee, along the jovial ring, Let heart and voice, and all agree, to say "Long live the king." |