For indeed you would soon starve without meg i When I pay my own rent, And I'm happy when friends are about me.. Ye boys that are able, Let us hear no more words of complaining, All music surpasses, I long to see bottles a draining. Let the mighty and great Roll in splendor and state, For I envy no mortal, I swear it; For I eat my own ham, My own chicken, and lamb, Lal de lal, &c.n. And I sheer my own sheep and I wear it; I have all things in season, Such as woodcock, and pheasant, And the lark is my morning alarmer,, So may each good fellow That loves to be mellow, Drink "the plough and the good honest farmer.". Lal de lal, &c,^. DICKEY GROG., A CALEDONIAN tar am I, Through moorland, brake, or bog, sir,, I fearless met each British foe,.. From Greenland to Good Hope, sir, ́, From Marmora to Mexico, I strove with them to cope, sir, With Vincent we the Spaniards fought, The stubborn Dane we next subdu'd, 'Bout ship we put, our coast to guard What glorious fun, to see them run, To make them prize---but, d--n their eyes, They found us firm, prepar'd so well And ruin Dicky Grog, sir. But, hark! the trumpet's warlike sound I go-to check this plund'rer; My gallant comrades, arm with speed, Curs'd be the man who fears to bleed,、 For me---with Nelson, Smith, and Co.. We'll flog this d--n'd marauding foe, THE TOM CAT.. WELL here I am to tell, Because it is my fancy; I lov'd a pretty girl, And some folks call'd her Nancy. And all because d'ye see, 'Twas but t'other night I call'd, a little mellow, La ral la ral la, &c. When out she pop'd the light,. And down stairs run a fellow. Cried, " Nobody my dear, Only Tom our pussy.” La ral la, &c "O curse that Tom!" says I, So any body now May take my charming Nancy ;. Because, d'ye see, as how She does not suit my fancy. That Tom, that damn'd Tom cat, La ral la, &c.. Should Nancy in marriage catch me, Strange things they might be at, And now and then might scratch me. La ral la, &c. THE FRIAR. A JOLLY fat friar lov'd liquor good store, "Some rogue," quoth the friar, quite dead to remorse, "Some thief whom an halter will throttle---. "Some scoundrel has cut off the head of my horse,, "While I was engag'd with the bottle-- "Which went gluggity, gluggity, glug.". The tail of the steed pointed south on the dale, 'Twas the friar's road home strait and level--But when spurr'd, a horse follows his nose, not his tail, So he scamper'd due north like the devil. "This new mode of docking,” the fat friar said, "I perceive does not make a horse trot ill; "And 'tis cheap, for he never can eat off his head, "While I am engag'd with the bottle," Which goes gluggity, &c. The steed made a stop, in the pond he had got, "But to drink with their tails is amazing." Turning round to find whence this phenomenon rose, In the pond fell this son of the bottle; Quoth he, "The head's found, for I'm under his. nose; I wish I was over the bottle!" Which goes gluggity, &c.. YOUNG ROGER THE PLOWMAN.. YOUNG Roger the plowman who wanted a mate, Now he was as bashful as bashful could be, If awkward the swain, no less awkward the maid; She simper'd and blush'd, with her apron-string play'd; 'Till the old folks, impatient to have the thing done, Agreed that young Roger and Kate should be one. In silence the young ones both nodded assent, |