THERE lived a man in Ballinacasey, Will you marry me, dear Alley Croaker? Will you marry me, dear Alley Alley Croaker? This artless young man, just come from the schoolery, A novice in love and all its foolery; Will you marry me, &c. THE MERRY LITTLE SOLDIER. (Alford.) I'm a merry little soldier, Fearing neither wound nor scar; When in battle, no one bolder, Honour is my leading star. To arms, to arms, we'll fly, To support our troops in India, To arms, to arms, &c. Sons of Britain! sons of freedom! Draw your swords, raise high your shields; Haste for India's future safety, Make the proud black tyrants yield. To arms, to arms, &c. Pretty maids, with arms extended, We from harm will try to shield them, To arms, to arms, &c. Lovely woman is a treasure, To arms, to arms, &c. THE BANKS OF AYR. The autumn mourns her ripening corn, She sees the scowling tempest fly; foes ; BRETHREN FREEMASONS, LET'S MARK THE GREAT NAME. WE brethren freemasons, let's mark the great name, Most ancient and loyal, recorded by fame; The life of a mason's like that of a king; Not like building of Babel, confound one another, And virtue adorn every man in his part. St. Peter, he opens, and so we pass in, To a place that's prepared for all those free from sin; To that heavenly lodge which is tyled most secure, A place that's prepared for all those that are pure. My cravats I work black, so black I let them keep, "Twas truly a good knack of making washing cheap; My hat I cock'd awry, my brutus to display, With quiz glass to my eye, for that's the time of day. Too ral loo ral loo, &c. Some fine long bills I run, by promising to pay, And when they came to dun, why then I run away; The Bench was in my rout, there snug three months I lay, When white-wash'd clean, walk'd out, for that's the time of day. Too ral loo ral loo, &c. I buckled on my knapsack, to cross the wide ocean, Savourneen, &c. Brisk were our troops, all roaring like thunder, Pleased with the voyage, impatient for plunder, My bosom with grief was almost rent asunder, Savourneen, &c. Long I fought for my country, far, far from my true love, Savourneen, &c. All my pay and my plunder I hoarded for you, love, Savourneen, &c. Peace was proclaim'd; escap'd from the slaugh ter, Landed at home, my sweet girl, I sought her; But sorrow, alas! to the cold grave had brought her, Savourneen, &c. WHEN VULCAN FORGED THE BOLTS OF WHEN Vulcan forg'd the bolts of Jove, Their use and power below. And when, through circling flame, And when engaged in future wars, TUNEFUL KITTY AND PRATTLING KITTY'S charming face and voice, With airs most languishing and dying, And tries, in vain, to shoot me flying. Nancy, with resistless art, Always humourous, gay, and witty, Has talked herself into my heart, And quite excluded tuneful Kitty. Ah, Kitty! love, a wanton boy, Now pleased with song, and now with prattle, Still longing for the newest toy, THE CHARMS OF LONDON. IN London I never knew what to be at, But the country, Lord bless us, sets all matters So calm and composing from morning till night; THE PADDINGTON COACHES. COME, young men and maidens, and likewise your dads, Your attention a moment I wish to engage; Come, come, then, my coveys, and fork out your brads, And just take a ride in a Paddington stage: If In the country, how bless'd, when it rains, in the To feast upon transports that shuttlecock yields; Our morning's a round of good humour, delight, In the country, how charming our visits to make, And no thought in our head but a ditch and a bog. I've heard how that love in a cottage is sweet, meet I know nothing of that, for, alas! I'm no swain Your jays and your magpies may chatter on trees, But a house is much more to my mind than a tree, me. Derry down, &c. Then in town let me live, and in town let me die, THE MANLY HEART WITH LOVE O'ER- THE manly heart with love o'erflowing To share and soothe the lover's moan. The soul in willing bondage leads, neck For in our short stages they make no delay, But scamper away do we Paddington lads. But scamper away, &c. This way, marm-going up? SPOKEN.] Going up, marm; who's for the city? Tell you vhat, Jim, she doesn't go wi' you, because you see the voman's going wi' me, and I starts afore you does. Vhy, then, I'll tell you vhat marm, if you goes with Hopposition Joe, I vouldn't insure your a safe arrival in the city. What! is he on the opposition side? Yes, marm, he is. Then I'll tell you what, sir, I'll go with you, for I doosn't like no opposition to nothing, and that my husband can vouch for. Dare say he can, marm. If I go with you, Mr. Coachman, you von't drive fast, will you? Oh no, marm, my tits are as quiet as lambs. But, Mr. Coachman, did you never meet with any accident on the road? Never, marm, but one, and that wa'n't my fau't; it cost me a hog and a screen though. How was that, Mr. Coachman? Vhy, I'll tell you, marm: a young voman and a child took it into their foolish heads to valk under the wheels of my wehicle, and they went dead; they tried me at Quarter Sessions for't, but the jury said as how killing a voman was manslaughter, and so by paying one pound one I got deliberated. Now's the time, sir, going up this vay? How long will it be, Mr. Coachman, before you starts! Not above a minute, sir, the moment we give a blow up; I say, Bill, tip them a turn on the horn, vil you, and then ve'll go directly. (Boy blows the horn.) My eye, how that 'ere fellow blows the horn -I say, my rum'un, how do you do it, ay? Vhy, my master, I'll tell vhy you see I puts that 'ere hole to this here mouth, and then this here vind goes into that 'ere horn, and then this here mouth and that 'ere horn, with this here vind together, makes Very explanatory, 'pon honour; but I think I could do it. You'd you like to try, sir? Yes, I should. Vell, then, try, but mind how you does it. Very well. But are you sure you knows how? Certainly. Vell, then, take it, and blow as hard as ever you can; give it mouth, and niver mind your vind; go on, sir. (Attempts to blow.) My vig, what a lot of vind it takes? O, try again, sir. (Blows again, but horribly out of tune.) I say, what are you at there? you're spitting in my horn-that's half a gallon fine. Is it? why then you may pay for it, for I won't. You von't, but you vill, though, or else you'll have a duck in this here horse-trough. Why, then, sooner than be duck'd in this here nasty horse-trough, I doesn't mind paying for it; but I hope you'll give us a drop on't to drink. Come, Coachee, ar'n't you off yet? you've been. here above five minutes. Vhy, we're going directly we've had in this here gentleman's heavy wet that he lost. (Smacking the whip heard.) Holloa, Jim! why you're starting 'fore your time. Am I? then you're starting behind it. Yes, but I'll soon be alongside of you. (sets off.) Ya hip' st! st! Oh! Mr. Coachman, what are you at a tune. you : there? What's the matter, ma'am? Why, your furious driving has caused such a pain in my— Inside place, ma'am. So If you wish for a ride, then hasten away, &c. Ya hip! then away in double quick pace, With our whips and beavers, we show them some play: In vain opposition with us try to chase, range, The moment we've started from Paddington Green, SPOKEN.] (Noise of breaking down.) Oh! my eye, Coachee, what's that? Only Paddington Sam, what drives the Preserver, upset, that's all. La! I hope there's nobody hurt. Not above nine or ten; but here they come. O, my arm! O, my eye! O, my head! O, my thigh! O, ma'am, what's the matter? What's the matter, you brute? here's my arm completely dislocated, and I must have the limb amputated, to save the rest of my body. Bless your body, ma'am, I could'nt help it. You could, you brute, and you shall be tried at the Quarter Sessions, for assault and battery of my person. I tell you, ma'am, I couldn't help it; it vas all owing to Regency Dick vat drives the Vellington; he vanted to get through BattleBridge gate afore me, vich vasn't fair; so I touch'd up my leaders under the flank, away they goes, for Dick doesn't drive such cattle as I does, but the moment we came through the gate, out came the linchpin, and off came the wheel, and down came we and the coach together, right under the dusthill so you see, ma'am, my loss is greater than yourn; I'm sorry for the haccident you've met with, and I hope you'll take all these here things into your consideration, and remember the coachman. Remember you! that I shall, all the days of my life. Shall you? why, then, : SPOKEN.] Come, Coachee, ar'n't you off, yet? you've been here above ten minutes. Why, we'll go directly the boy comes back with a ha'p'orth of whipcord; you see I've lost my lash. Pray, Mr. Coachman, have you got two insides? No, ma'am, only one. Beg pardon, but misunderyou stand me; I mean two inside places. Yes, ma'am, I'm licensed to carry six ins and sixteen outs. What a many ins and outs you must have seen. Yes, and ups and downs too, ma'am. There, that will do, I'll get down here, if you please, Mr. CoachDo, ma'am, take care of your legs. La! Mr. Coachman, what are all those men a-top of your coach, in black? are they undertakers? No, ma'am, lawyers? Indeed! where did they come from? Can't tell, ma'am, but I believe they're going to the Commons. Aye, aye, common enough, I dare say. Come, Coachee, why don't you go along? Start directly. [Horn.] O, my eye, how fast your norses do go, Mr. Coachman! what fine fat norses they are! I say, what do you give your norses to heat? Hay. I said, man. HE THE BRIDEGROOM-SHE THE BRIDE. He makes love and she denies. ........ THE MARGATE HOY IN QUARANTINE. VONE Mister Vill Vilkins, vone wery fine day, On board of the hoy, to Margate. On board of the hoy, to Margate? Like a dutiful vife, she complied vith his vishes, And pack'd up his linen, coat, vaistcoat, and— smallclothes, And avay they sail'd ower salt vater and fishes, Now, vhen Mr. Vilkins lost sight of St. Paul's, Going by vater to Margate. Six veeks in limbo the wessel must stick, Vhen the quarantine's finished I vill go on shore, PADDY CAREY'S FORTUNE. (Cherry.) "TWAS at the town of nate Clogheen That Serjeant Snap met Paddy Carey; A claner boy was never seen, Brisk as a bee, light as a fairy. His cheeks like thumping red potatoes; All the sweet faces At Limerick races, From Mullinavat to Magherafelt, At Paddy's beautiful name would melt; The sowls would cry, And look so shy, Och! Cushlamachree, Did you never see, The jolly boy, the darling joy, The coaxing boy, the ladies' toy! Nimble-footed, black-eyed, rosy-cheek, curly headed, Paddy Carey! O sweet Paddy! Beautiful Paddy! Nate little, tight little, Paddy Carey! His heart was made of Irish oak, Yet soft as streams from sweet Killarney; His tongue was tipt with a bit o' the brogue, But the devil a bit at all of the blarney. Now Serjeant Snap, so sly and keen, While Pat was coaxing duck-legg'd Mary, A shilling slipt, so neat and clean; Whistling, humming, drinking, drumming, Light, tight, and airy! All the sweet faces, &c. The sowls wept loud, the crowd was great, When waddling forth came widow Leary; Though she was crippled in her gait, Her brawny arms clasp'd Paddy Carey. Och, Pat,' she cried, " go buy the ring; Here's cash galore, my darling honey Says Pat, you sowl! I'll do that thing,' And clapt his thumb upon her money Gimlet eye, sausage nose,Pat so sly, ogle throws, Leering, tittering, jeering, frittering, Sweet widow Leary! All the sweet faces, &c. When Pat had thus his fortune made In captain's boots struts Paddy Carey; Her eyes, that seem'd their strings to crack, All the sweet faces At Limerick races, From Mullinavat to Magherafelt, As the groom struts by, The jolly boy, the darling boy! The ladies' toy, the widow's joy! Long swords girted, neat, short-skirted, Head cropp'd, whisker-chopp'd, |