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At the wedding, my Lady was call'd for a song,
Hey diddle, ho diddle dee!
Says she, to oblige, I'll not hesitate long,
Tho' I own I'm not quite in the key
Then she made a fine mug 'twixt a squint and a
grin, And screw'd up her snuff-colour'd lips to begin, While like two bellows handles she mov'd nose and chin.
Spoken. J... When she sung.... (Sings.). . What's life without passion, sweet pas.
sion of love.
With a hey diddle, ho diddle, hey diddle dee,
Sing hey diddle, ho diddle dee.
These pair of true lovers they liv'd upon love,
Hey diddle, ho diddle dee.
While the honey-moon lasted a week and above,
And then 'twas all mustard for she,
For wicked Sir Jerry was fond of tit bits,
And my lady she fell in historical fits,
Then for jealousy drank herself out of her wits.
Spoken. ). . Then she strutted about like Mad Bess, with a whisp of straw in one hand, and a drop of comfort in the other... (Struts about like a mad old Woman.) (Sings. ). . He prov'd false and I undone.
With a hey diddle, ho diddle, hey diddle dee,
Sing hey diddle, ho diddle dee. At last of this sad hydrofogy she dy'd
Hey diddle, ho diddle dee, And her grim ghost it came to Sir Jerry's bed-side,
Saying, List! oh, list!- for I'm come for thee.' Sir Jerry he hid himself under the clothes, But the ghost out of bed pull'd him soon by the
nose, Toss'd him out of the window, and cried, “There
he goes!' (Spoken.)-And away he went sure enough,
With his hey diddle, ho diddle, hey diddle dee, Sing hey diddle, ho diddle dee.
The King!...Long may he live and reign,
While Britons ever rule the main. May we always get the whip-hand of our enemies. The rose of pleasure without the thorn. Our dear Companions, and our absent Friends. May every Mail-Coachman stick by his Fare. Industry and Comfort, to all who try for it. The seven P's...Peace, Plenty, Patience, Prospe.
rity, Prudence, and Punch in Perfection. Success to Commerce. All we wish and all we want. A halter to them that deserve it. . A generous heart and a miser's fortune. Death to the abettors of secret villany. May the wealth of rogues devolye on honest mens May the hinges of hospitality never grow rusty. May he that made the devil take us all. Palsy to the hand of the assassin. Plenty to a generous mind. Riches without pride. Success to our hopes, and enjoyment to our
wishes. Sense to win a heart, and merit to keep it. The tars of Old England. May poverty always be a day's march behiud us. May genius and merit never want a friend. May the friends we love be sincere, and the coun
try we live in be free. Increase of trade and reduction of taxes. May the clouds of war be soon dispersed by the
sunshine of peace. Gratitude to friends, and generosity to enemies.
A Welsh Sermon . . . . . . . . . .
At a Batchelor's Feast Tom Monk was presiding - 1
A Methodist Sermon - - - - - - - - 13
A Sail on our lee-bow appears - - - - -
A Man of Wales, betwixt St. David's day & Easter
Aid a sailor, kind Sirs who once felt it his glory 32
A Watchman I am, I know all the rounds - - 39
A Sensible Madman - - - - -
A Curious Love Letter - - - -
Anecdotes - - - - - - - - 71, 72, 73, 74,
A Blacksmith, you'll own, is so clever - - - -
All in the Downs the fleet was moorid - - - - 18
Anecdotes - - - - - - - - - - -
Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube , 85
A Caledonian tar am I - - - - - - - 88
A.Jolly fat friar lov'd liquor good store - . .
A Priest of Kajaaga as blind as a stone - - - 102
A Corsican Frog, Sirs, was born near a pool - . 105
Ah Delia; dear maid of my heart - -
A point was discussid Twixt a husband and wife 148
As on yon village lawn I stray'd • • - • 150
As he that's unaw'd by the sound of a namo - .
A Traveller full forty years I have been . .,.
A Vessel at sea was expected to sink - - ..
A down a green valley there liv'd an old Maid . 161
A Frog he would a wooing go - - - - -
A little old Woman was taken ill . . . . .
As Strephon and Anna one evening were roving -
Behold an Old Widow before you appear -- - 3
Begone, dull care, I priythee begone from me, . • 62
Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn .' - - 75
Bright Phæbus has mounted the chariot of Day - 96
Bowls and Rubbers; or, The Holiday Cobler .. 197
ish wider cobler' . . 192
By the side of a bridge that stands over a brook - 109
Britannia's Revenge - - - - -,- - 115
Behold a Damsel in distress - - - - . .
Come, Measter, I be's going to sing - - - - 29
Come, never seem to mind it - - - - - - - 60
Cease rude Boreas, blust'ring railer - - - - 94
Come lay by the Sickle till next Summer Season 119
« Come, come, bonny lassie,' cried Sandy, 'awa,' 126
Come listen my honies awhile, you shall hear - - 164
Come Neighbours, no longer be patient and quiet - 172
Come listen to my story - - - - - - - - 187
· Did you near hear a tale, how a youth in a Vale 123
Epitaphs - - - - - - ... - - 66, 168
Escap'd with Life in tatters - - - - - - 113.
From the white blossom’d slve my dear Chloe requested 37
Far remov'd from noise and smoke - - - - - 55
For England when, with fav’ring gale - - - 59
Friend of my Soul! this Goblet sip - - . 71
Fair and plump was the maiden I took for a Wife 118
Good Folks, what a period of Novelty' this is - - 103
Give me the gallant British Tar - - - - . 108
Co patter to Lubbers, and swabs d'ye see - - - 143
Good law, how things are alter'd now . . . 201
High on a shaggy sea-worn rock - - - - - 8
Hippesley's Drunken Man - -
How sweet in the woodlands with fleet hound and horn 54
How stands the glass around ? - - - - - ib.
Here's to each jolly fellow - . . . . . 87
Hark! hark! jölly Sportsmen awhile to my tale 136
I'm the Girl of the Seasons, am known far and near 10
I'm just come in search of a Wife - - - - 12
In the Temple of Fame, where the Ghosts of the brave 15
I'm a Soldier you all of you know - - - - - 19
In this lottery of Life should dame Fortune beguile 20
I'll live no more single, but get me a Wife - - 26
If you please, sirs, might I be so bold as to say - 80
I m return'd from the ocean again, my bravé boys 86
In the downhill of Life, when I find I'm declining 100
Fair and ps, what a pestritish To his dye sice
In Windermere Vali, a Rose there once flourish'd 125
I love thee by heaven, I cannot say more - - - "135"
In Liquor-pond street, as is well known to many - 153
I'm Gallia's King and Consul too - - - - - 158
I sing of a thief, and a thief callid a King •. • 150
I'm sure I never can forget - - - '. - 181
In Ireland so frisky, with sweet Girls and Whisky ib.
In Yorkshire I wur born and bred - - - - 195
Last night the dogs did bark " . - - - - - 21
Law against Ravishers • - - - - - - - 67
Let fame sound the Trumpet and cry to the war • 204
Little Boney don't like ůs, no matter, who cares - 205
My name d'ye see's Tort Tough, I've seen a little sarvice 37-
My boys, would you know how our Ship got her name -58
Matrimony - - - - - - - ... - - 65
Musha Grah, what will become of me - - - - IOI
Mark, my love, yon broke up Soldier ... - - 129
My Temples with clusters v 'Grupes 1!!] potwint . 134
My Daddy was a Tinker's Son - - - - - 141
Miss Wigley, her lover call'd first of the fair - 180
Mayhap you have heard how that dear as their lives - 203
No mair, ye bonny Lasses gay..... - 150
Now while above yon range of hills - - - - 151
Now I'se be a Devonshire boy - - - r 194
Oh! gentle folk, what do you think? .....9
Oh! did you near hear of Kate Kearney - - - 18
Obedient to his country's great command in - 18
One Patrick O'Blunder, just come from Kilkenny
0, what a dainty fine thing is the Girl I love! - 93
Oh; think on my fate once I freedom enjoy'd - III
On Afric's wide plains, where the lions loud roaring 128
On the brow of a hill a young shepherdess dwelt - 138
Over the sunny hills I stray - - - - - 14%
One night extended on my downy bed . - - - 147
Old Tom was a toper of no little merit - - - 161
Oh, what a story the papers have been telling us 175
Our immortal Poet's page - - - - - - - 197
Pray, Ladies, did you ever hear
- - 20
Pale and languid sat Britannia - - - - 76