And when fairly run down, the fox yields up his breath, The high-mettled racer is in at the death. Grown aged, us'd up, and turn'd cut of the stud, Lame, spavin'd, and wind-gall'd, but yet with some blood, While knowing postillions his pedigree trace, Tell his dam won that sweepstakes, his sire won that race: And what matches he'd won to the ostlers count o'er, As they loiter their time by some hedge-alehouse door; Whilst the harness sore galls, and the spurs his sides goad, The high-mettled racer's a hack on the road. At length, old and feeble, trudging early and late, And now, cold and lifeless, exposed to view CEASE, CEASE; THOSE SIGHS I CANNOT CEASE, cease; those sighs I cannot bear; Oh! I must chide that coward tear, Eliza, bid thy soldier go; Why thus my heart-strings sever? Trust benevolence above, With mind resign'd and steady; Serene yon dreadful field I see, I'VE BEEN SHOPPING. I've been shopping-I've been shopping To John Brown's in Regent Street, And I'm hopping-and I'm hopping With his shoes upon my feet. I've been roaming-I've been roaming, And I'm coming--and I'm coming I've been roaming-I've been roaming I've been roaming-I've been roaming FAREWELL, LOVE. WILT thou say farewell, love, The anguish of her heart. I'll still be thine, and thou'lt be mine. I'll still be thine, and thou'lt be mine, Let not others' wile, love, Thy ardent heart betray, I'll still be thine, and thou'lt be mine, A WEARY LOT IS THINE. A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid, To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, A lightsome eye, a soldier's mien, A doublet of the Lincoln green, My love! No more of me you know. "This morn, merry June, I trow, The rose is budding fain; But she shall bloom in winter snow, Ere we two meet again.' He turned his charger as he spake, He gave his bridle reins a shake, My love! And adieu for evermore.' IT WON'T BE MY FAULT IF I DIE AN OLD My mother pretends for a wife I'm too young, But let her look back, she'll soon hold her tongue; Sweet gentlemen, don't be a moment in fear, Mother preaches for ever against men, the vile sex, But, between you and I, this she says only to vex, For I know that she thinks you all charming. Three husbands she has had in the course of her life, Now I only want one, sir, pray who'll have a good wife ?" 66 Now men don't be stupid and look half afraid. Men boast they are kind, and easily had, But that handsome man, there-0, what have I said, UMBRELLA COURTSHIP. A BELLE and beau would walking go, It so occurred, as they did walk, Tol ol ol Declared the sky looked show'ry; Quick flew the shelter over Miss ; Tol ol ol He thought this was the time to kiss, She blush'd ;--the rain left off, and he Tol ol ol Now Simon, when he smok'd the plan, He grew quite bold, talk'd like a man, Bays she, "These are but lovers' crimes; Tol of ol |