Ah! na, na, na, ye needna mourn, THE TOOTH-ACHE. Air-" There's na luck about the House." THE other night I went to bed, And thought some sleep to take; But scarcely had laid down my head, That devil, called the tooth-ache, comes And got tight hold of my stumps and gums, Of all the pains we're subject to For the pain had struck me dumb. And then turned back again; Of all the pains, &c. We sometimes show light to old Nick, Be so kind as to leave me quick, You've stuck tight to me through my life, In your pains I am no dunce; Besides, you know, I've got a wife, And one plague's enough at once.' Of all the pains, &c. " I took my wife's flannel petticoat I then quite under the clothes did creep, Of all the pains, &c. I stuck to the petticoat every night, At last, to my comfort, joy, and delight, To drive away the tooth-ache's sting The petticoat is clever, And in its praise I loudly sing, The petticoat for ever! Of all the pains, &c. MY COTTAGE IN THE GROVE. Ah! come, Eliza, lovely maid, Here music charms with magic sound THE FLITCH OF BACON. Now, on the road, says Dick to Nell, Ods bobs! we'll guttle rarely; My dear, says Nell, to sell the flitch, So say no more, but let the prize For sure 'twill prove us monstrous wise Now each persisting, tit for tat, On their respective cases, Like Dick and Nell, oft spoil their dish, ......... FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, AND WINE. (From Anacreon.) IF gold could lengthen life, I swear, The joys of friendship, love, and wine. BILLY TAYLOR was a gay young fellow, Four-and-twenty stout young fellows, Soon his true love follow'd a'ter, Under the name of Richard Carr, And her lily white hands she daub'd all over When they came to the first engagement, Says he, Vat vind has blown you here?' Says she, I come for to seek for my true love, Whom you press'd, and I love so dear." If you come for to seek for your true love, • His name, kind sir, is Billy Taylor, • If his name is Billy Taylor, He's both cruel and severe : Forthwith she call'd for sword and pistol, And she shot her Billy Taylor, When the captain com'd for to hear on't. He werry much applauded her for what she done, And quickly he made her first lieutenant WILLIAM AND SUSAN. WHEN forced to quit his native land, And soft she sighed, her anxious heart Oh! would we were not now to part, Or that we ne'er had met. Dame fortune smiled on William's pains, Nor think, he said, that William's heart Dismiss your fears no more we'll part, Since we once more have met. She said that he was false at heart, And both exclaimed, next week we'll part. They both work together beneath the green shade, From my basket at noon they expect their supply, And echo that sings as I sing. Though deep shades delight me, yet love is my food, As I call the dear name of my Joe; I'll still dwell beneath the deep roar of your trees, But, resting through life on the bosom of love, LET THE SPIRIT MOVE THEE. THOU man of firmness, turn this way, And let the spirit move thee. THE board is dressed, come deal away; I'll play, sir, in a minute: The three of hearts, and four, and five, I certainly shall win it : The king of trumps,-let's see, what's there? I take up four; And now the knave,-well, I declare, That's just ten more; I'll win the church or lose the steeple. SPOKEN.] Well now, did you ever see any thing like this? Ten upon the knave. Lord, Miss did you ever know a knave that was not rich? Oh, well, if that's the case, I'll play the deuce, and that's a stop, Now let me try if I can win; I not a single thing can play; I shall have for all my hand to pay : Never was any thing so hard, Nay, 'tis no time for joking: Eight cards, and every card an ace, I soon shall be a bankrupt I know. SPOKEN.] Well, then, I have not a single card in my hand. Lord, madam! you have as many cards as any body else. How can you joke so? Did you ever see such luck in your life? Well, my love, bad luck at cards, good luck in a husband. Oh! now you talk of a husband, who did you say, madam, was the happiest couple in the nation?- The king and queen, and that's a stop, The ace and deuce, and tray, and pop; I'm out, so hand the rhino. Come don't despair, but try again; The trump's a spade,-the nine and ten; Oh, she deals, sir, with the old one: That I can see, with half an eye, I never shall be able. SPOKEN.] Well, I had matrimony last time; I shall have intrigue next, I suppose. The natural consequence, ma'am; I beg your pardon, but what unfortunate old gentleman was you talking about? ̈ The pope, ma'am, and that's a stop; And now the two, and three, and pop, I'm out, and clear the table. FORGET ME NOT. Air-" Ne m'oubliez pas."-(Miss Bryant.) LONG have I loved, And loved thee, too, sincere; Time has but proved That thou art doubly dear. Soft pleasure spreads her power, In mirth's gay fleeting hour. Superior arts hath got, Its latest throb must grieve Spirits power have got, So, forget me not. THE JOLLY, JOLLY OWL. A GLEE. Of all the birds on bush or tree, For when the sun hath left the west, He chooses the tree that he loves the best, And he whoops out his song, and he laughs at his jest: Then, though hours be late, and weather foul, He sleeps in his nest till morn; Then up with your cup, till you stagger in speech; And match me this catch, though you swagger and screech; And drink till you wink, my merry men each, I'VE COURTED THE WENCHES. Air-" Nothing in Life can sadden us."—(Bryant.) I'VE courted the wenches so witty and pretty, Both Agatha, Abigail, Agnes, and all, For each I'd a posey, for each I'd a ditty, I'm dashed, but I've kissed both the little and small. There was Amy, and Annis, and Anna, and Betty, And Kitty so plump, but she had but one eye, With Barbara, Bertha, and Bridget, and Letty, But Letty, the hussey, was devilish sly. Oh, they are sweet little creatures to tease a man, Still I would wed the whole sex if I could, And if they'll let me, I'll kiss them whene'er I can, I'm blowed if I won't, yes, I'm dashed but I would. There was Caroline, Clara, and Constance, a prude she was, She blush'd when I kissed her, and look'd very shy; She'd cry, Don't you tease me, and tell me how rude I was, But this her mock-modesty proved all my eye. Then Damaris, Deborah, Dinah, would chat away; Dido would smile, and she'd with surprise, say, Oh, Lord! I could look on you, Ra'ab, both night and day, For, in truth, I must own, you've such beautiful eyes. Oh, they are sweet little creatures, &c. Poor Emma was passionate, Faith had the vapours, Gillian was vulgar, and Hagar was sad; Judith was bandy, and Love she cut capers, And Lucy I bothered until she was mad. There was Mary, and Martha, and Margery, jealous; Nanny was tame, and poor Patience was wild; There was Rachel and Stella to wed me were zealous, But before they got married, they each got This lady's tears began then to fall, Ah! tarry awhile, my own dear knight; The knight of her tears took no heed, "Ah! ladies, beware of a fair young knight, He'll love, and he'll ride away." GO, FETCH ME A PINT OF WINR (Burns.) Go, fetch me a pint of wine, And fill it in a silver tassie, That I may drink, before I go, A service to my bonnie lassie. The boat rocks at the pier of Leith, Fu' loud the wind blows fra the ferry; The ship rides by the Berwick-law, And I maun leave my bonnie Mary. The trumpets sound, the banners fly, The glittering spears are ranked ready, The shouts of war are heard afar, The battle closes thick and bloody; But its not the roar o' seas or shore Wad make me longer wish to tarry; Nor shouts of war that's heard afar, It's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary. THERE'S NOTHING GOES WRONG WHEN THE GROG'S MIXED RIGHT. THERE'S nothing goes wrong when the grog's mixed right, And I never looks dull when the liquor looks bright, Though my head it grows heavy, my heels they go light; And I likes my humour, I likes my humour, I likes my humour well, boys. Tol de rol liddle, Tol de rol liddle, Tol de rol liddle le ri do, My messmates they like a much soberer plan, Down in the cellar I makes my bed, MATRIMONY'S LIKE A CONCERT OF MUSIC. I NEVER shall forget the days in which I was a rover; But soon there was an end to ease, for I became a lover; The devil take me, I must turn a lover! The tender passion I abuse, for from it I'm a convert, I beg assistance from my muse to prove it like a concert; A concert, a concert, I'll prove it like a concert. She and her love were like a concert of music; SPOKEN, and accompanied by different instru- Tickling as the lute. And when your passion is refin'd, Oh! it's like all these instruments combin'd. WITH an honest old friend and a merry old song, I envy no mortal though ever so great, ADIEU, MY NATIVE LAND, ADIEU! ADIEU, my native land, adieu! The vessel spreads her swelling sails, Perhaps I never more may view Your fertile fields, your flowery dales; Delusive hope can charm no more, Far from the faithless maid I roam, Unfriended seek some foreign shore, Unpitied leave my peaceful home! Adieu, my native land, &c. Farewell, dear village, oh! farewell, Soft on the gale thy murmur dies, I hear thy solemn evening bell, Thy spires yet glad my aching eyes; Though frequent falls the dazzling tear, I scorn to shrink at fate's decree, And think not, cruel maid, that e'er I'll breathe another sigh for thee. Adieu, my native land, &e In vain, through shades of frowning night, I view thy beacons now no more, Rise, billows, rise! blow, hollow wind! (Nor night, nor storms, nor death, I fear), Be friendly, bear me hence to find That peace which fate denies me here. Adieu, my native land, &c. THE GOOD OLD DAYS OF ADAM AND EVE. I SING, I sing of good times older, When men than women were the bolder; |