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them all; and from them Libra nos, Domine, that is to say, Lort deliver us.
In the dreadful day of shudgment, when the pastors shall be called to give an account of the sheep delivered to their charge, and I your poor unworthy pastor, shall be called to give an account of the sheep delivered to my charge.
And when the Lord calls I will not speak,
And when he calls a second time, I will not answer.
But when he calls a third time, I will say as old Eli bid Samuel, “ On say Lort, for thy servant heareth.” And when he asketh for the sheep delivered into my charge, before Cot, I will tell him Alat and plain You are all turned Goats!..-Ainen,
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CUPID AMONG THE BACHELORS. AT a bachelor's feast, Tom Monk was presiding, Now at wedlock rude jeering, then Cupid deriding,
When down flew the God from above;
And at Cupid they laugh,
despise, Of to Bacchus indignant the god of love Aies,
Their conduct then straightway exposes; When the jolly god hears of his vot’ries defiance, He consents with sly Cupid to form an alliance,
So the grape juice they quait,
And at bachelor's laugh, While Bacchus this scheme of revenge then. proposes.
Make 'em fev'rish in love, and soon you will see, To cool their scorch'd hearts, each to drinking will
And at you while they laughi,
And wounded each heart of the love-liating crew,
His shafts not a man of them parried ;
Cupid wink'd and he laugh'd | For to cure 'em, next week ev'ry soul of 'em
THE WEEPING MAID OF GLASGOW, HIGH on a shaggy sea-worn rock,
Proud juting o'er the foaming flood, With many a sigh and wistful look,
The weeping Maid of Glasgow stood. Grow calm, thou raging sea,
Blow fair inconstant gale, she cried,
To rove along the banks of Clyde.
A lofty vessel hove in view;
And thus address'd the welcome crew.
As you the ocean travers’d wide,
Saw you my love, the bravest youth,
That ever grac'd the banks of Clyde. Ah, maiden fair, by love opprest,
Restrain your tears, 'tis vain to weep;
In the could bosom of the deep.
A death-stainp'd pale its place supplied,
Among the dreary banks of Clyde.
THE YORKSHIREMAN IN LONDON; . Or, Humphrey Hobnail's return from the Play. QH! gentlefolk, what do you think!
Oh! where do you think I ha' been? I'm sure I shall ne'er sleep.a wink,
l'se so pleas'd wi' the sights I ha seen: It grows very late, you'll all say,
And its time we were all gang'd to bed,
Sing tol de rol lol de rol, tol de rol.. Odzooks!-- what a nation fine place!
And what waundy fine people go there ; : I was never before in such case,
For I didn't know which way to stare!
On t'other the ladies so fair!
Sing tol, &c.
I was up to my elbows i' fun,
Such as I never see'd i' my life;
So humble, yet so full of pride,
Sing tol, &c. In the farce of the..“ Devil to Pay,"
Mr. Jobson, a huge clever chap, Made his wife ev'ry order obey,
By the pow'r of his wonderful strap ;
Learn something from all that they see;
Sing tol, &c Now I'm com'd to the end o’ my story,
I reckon its time to gi' o'er,
And scrawging they made at the door;
Its too late in the night to begin
Sing tol, &c.
TIME GIRL OF THE SEASONS.
Thus I welcome the spring,
As so gaily I sing,
When the spring is departed, I'm still to be found,
For I mind neither wind nor the weather, Though the morning he sultry, I still go my round, For the sun and I rise both together,
So the summer í greet,
While I sing through the street, Two bunches a penny moss roses, Two bunches a penny. But the summer takes leave, and my roses all die,
But of ways to subsist there are many; So like patriots in place, then I soon change my cry, And like them, with a view to the penny,
So the autumn I hail,
While this is my tale, They're two for a penny green gages, They're two for a penny. But this whirligig world brings us winter at last,
Alas! then what becomes of poor Polly,
So to close the long year,
This song then you hear, They're two for a penny ripe pipins, They're two for a penny.
LOVE AND LOYALTY.. SHOU'D fears alarm, or threats appal,
Ye British youths, attend to me, An arm divine still guides us all,
On land, at home, on shore, at sea.
Obedient to his royalty,