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PARODY ON “WE MET.”
WE met, 'twas in a mob, and we looked at each other; He came—I said to him, “That you have got another. You know I saw you come out of yonder dark alley, Along with that ere gal they call one-eyed Sally.". And she wore her bridal dress,—'twas a sailor's blue
jacket; Her face, it smiled at me, how I longed for to smack it, I said that you wa
false, when you gave me a milling! 0! thou hast been the cause of these black eyes, you
villain! I saw him once again, with that 'ere same gal walking ; She grinn'd, and so did he ; how I envied their talking, My heart it burst with rage, when her smart cap I
tore off. And a piece of her black hair in triumph I bore off ; He made a rush at me to give me a smeller, But he missed his savage aim, and fell into a cellar: I laughed—I said to him, “You remember the milling You last did give to me, and those black eyes, you
SHOULD DANGER E'ER APPROACH OUR
The inbrea spirit of the land
Would animate each heart, each hand!
Our isle's best rampart is the sea !
AS PENSIVE CHLOE.
As pensive Chloe walk'd alone,
HE's all his agent painted him,
A captain in the line ;
And none has e'er been mine.
For him without delay ; And I became a bankrupt,
Through trusting Captain Gray. In dark blue coat all braided o'er,
In ducks of spotless white,
He Hashes out at night,
Those ducks and waistcoat gay
Through trusting Captain Gray! I've sunk beneath the bailiff's touch,
I've into gaol been cast; But my imprisonment is done,
And I'm white-washed at las
Oh, when the court my schedule had,
My lawyer there did say,
Through trusting Captain Gray.
PARODY ON THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN
And he look'd confoundedly furried,
And the landlady after him hurried.
When home from the club returning;
Of the gas-lamps brilliantly burning.
Reclined in the gutter we found him ;
With his Marshali cloak around him.
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.
And we told his wife and daughter,
Herrings, with soda water.
And his lady began to upbraid him ;
'Neath the counterpane-just as we laid him. We tuck'd him in, and had hardly done,
When beneath the window calling,
Of a watchman “One o'clock” bawling.
Slowly and sadly we all walk'd down
From his room in the uppermost story;
And we left him alone in his glory.
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
SMILE AGAIN MY BONNY LASSIE.
Smile again my bonny lassie,
Lassie smile again.
For it gives me pain.
Be a fault in me,
Smile again, &c.
Lassie fare thee well,
More than tongue can tell.
Tho' we're doom'd by fate to sever,
(And 'tis hard to part,).
Then smile, &c.
SICH A GITTIN UP STAIRS.
On a Suskehannah raft I cum up de bay,
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. Niggers held a meetin, 'bout de clonization, And dere I spoke a speech about amalgamation.
Sich a gittin, &c. 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.