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;
Soon the bumpers are fillid and the glasses all jingle,
Cries. Tom, here's a health to the man who lives

single;
So the claret they quaff,

And at Cupid they laugh,
And each bids defiance to women and love.
Sorely vex'd that the topers his power shou'd

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

fee,
Which will only add fuel to fire ;
So in love they will drink, and wine, will in return,
Make the flame in their bosoms more ardently

burni,
So as bumpers they quaff,

And at you while they laughi,
My magical wine will the passion inspire.
Quite charm’d with the scheme, back the god of love

And wounded each heart of the love-liating crew,

His shafts not a man of them parried ;
And love instantly kindling, tormented each heart,
While the wine, 'stead of curing, augmented the

smart,
And as bumpers they quaff'd,

Cupid wink'd and he laugh'd | For to cure 'em, next week ev'ry soul of 'em

married.

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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,
My absent Jamie, haste to me,

To rove along the banks of Clyde.
The tide ran smooth, the wind blew fair,

A lofty vessel hove in view;
With hasty steps Jane sought the pier,

And thus address'd the welcome crew.
Cume tell, brave tars, come tell the truth,

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;
Near Portugal your Jamie rests,

In the could bosom of the deep.
From her flush'd cheeks the blood withdrew, ,

A death-stainp'd pale its place supplied,
The clay-roof'd house now strangers view,

Among the dreary banks of Clyde.

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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,
But my feet carried me to the play,
And I can't get it out of my head.

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 one side I see'd the gay beaux,

On t'other the ladies so fair!
Who, I'm sure, take no pride in their cloths,
For they scarce provide any to wear,

Sing tol, &c.
Bput as soon as the play was begun,
Which they call'd the-.“ Bold Stroke for a Wife,"?

AS;

I was up to my elbows i' fun,

Such as I never see'd i' my life;
For the Quakers they stuck up so prim,

So humble, yet so full of pride,
So solemn, yet so full of whim,
That wi' laughing I thought I'd ha' died.

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 ;
So I'find them that wanders and roam,

Learn something from all that they see;
I'll speak to our cobler at whoam,
And get him to make one for me.

Sing tol, &c Now I'm com'd to the end o’ my story,

I reckon its time to gi' o'er,
Tho’I'd like you to hear what a worry,

And scrawging they made at the door;
Yet to tell you the whole of the rout,

Its too late in the night to begin
So to cut my tale short,-- I'm com'd out,
But the devil knows how I got in.

Sing tol, &c.

TIME GIRL OF THE SEASONS.
I'M the Girl of the Seasons, am knowo far and

near,
And the gentlemen say too I'm pretty;
As the sun, I am true to the varying year,
While roaming through fields or the city, ,

Thus I welcome the spring,

As so gaily I sing,
Two bunches a penny sweet cowslips,
Two bunches a penny.

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,
Why she sings thro' the storm, and she smiles at

the blast,
As for grieving, she thinks it a folly :

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.

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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.
Then, o bless that Pow'r Supreme,

Obedient to his royalty,
And sing the universal theme,
In strains of love and loyalty,