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CONTENTS. 
 
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 Andy Bawn 22 
 
 Aint I sweet 33 
 
 A Matrimonial Swindle 54 
 
 Ah I that Blush hath lold the Story 80 
 
 A Year ago, To-Night 93 
 
 Afternoon we Met, The 86 
 
 Beauty of the Season, The 18 
 
 Beautiful Nell 39 
 
 Beautiful Sunlight 57 
 
 Big Sunflower, The 68 
 
 Bitter Beer 74 
 
 Bad Luck to the Day 82 
 
 Broken English 83 
 
 Beautiful Waltzer, The 85 
 
 Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines 45 
 
 Can I e'er Forget the Valley 61 
 
 Cantilena 96 
 
 Don't you go, Tommy 42 
 
 Do not Heed Her Warning 71 
 
 First Offer of Marriage, The 62 
 
 Flying Trapeze 65 
 
 Gay and Happy 26 
 
 Gipsy's Warning, The 69 
 
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 Oay Young Clork in a Dry Goods Store 81 
 
 Hattie Bell 12 
 
 I Would Like to Ciumge My Name 13 
 
 It'H Hctter to Laugh than to Cry 24 
 
 Ixion B'lrlc'Hquo Song 32 
 
 I Cann.jt Sing tlio Old Song 36 
 
 Is Tlicre Room Among the Angels 88 
 
 I Love a Little Diimnol 90 
 
 Love at First Siglit 20 • 
 
 Lover and tlie Bird, The 25 
 
 Last Rose of Summer, The 28 
 
 La Perrichol,e Letter Song 38 
 
 Lady Jinks of the Foot Dragoons 48 
 
 Lost Child, The 58 
 
 Meet Me in the Lane 31 
 
 Mistress Jinks, Wife of Captain Jinks 46 
 
 Miss Jinks' Sunday Out 49 
 
 My Mamma Won't Bring Me Out 70 
 
 Medley 99 
 
 Naughty Prince Pippin 17 
 
 Nell, the Little Belle 29 
 
 Norah O'Neal 62 
 
 Not for Joseph 66 
 
 Oh! Golly, Ain't She Style , 19 
 
 Out in the Streets 41 
 
 Polly Perkins' Answer 55 
 
 Pretty Little Sai-ah, or $7 per Week 63 
 
 Parting Whispers 91 
 
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 Put Mo in My Little Bed 07 
 
 Rose Bud, The H 
 
 Rollicking Rams 44 
 
 She's the Sweetest of Them All 15 
 
 Swinging in the Lano 72 
 
 Sausage .Machine, The 77 
 
 Six O'clock P. M. 90 
 
 Sweet By ana By <j8 
 
 There's a Smile that Awaits Mo at Home 2G 
 
 Tommy's Return 43 
 
 The Kiss 84 
 
 There is no more Night than Day 89 
 
 Winking at Mo 16 
 
 "Walking in the Park 35 
 
 Waiting for a Broadway Sttige 37 
 
 What Norah said 53 
 
 Walking in the Zoo 73 
 
 Where is my Nancy ? 95 
 
 Yaller Gal that Winked at Me, The 75 
 
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 The R4M(c Bud. 
 
 WOBDH HY ROBEKT BUIINS. 
 
 A roso-hud by ray early ValU, 
 ** A-down a corn-enclosed bawk,« '^ 
 
 Sao ;;ontIy bout its tborny stalk, 
 
 All on a dewv raornin;; ; „ 
 
 Ere twice the .shades o' dawn are fled, 
 In a' its crimson glory spread, 1' 
 
 And drooping rich the dewy head, 
 It scents the early morning. 
 
 Within the bush, her covert nost, '' 
 
 A littlcf linnet fondly prcst, 
 
 The dew sat chilly on^her breafit, ' 
 
 Sac early in th« movrung ; 
 She soon shall see her tender brood, 
 The pride, the pleasure o' the wood, 
 Amang the fresh green leaves bedcw'd. 
 
 Awake the early morning. 
 
 So thou, dear bird, young .Jenny fair, 
 On trembling string or vocal air, 
 Shalt sweetly pay the tender care 
 
 That tints thy early morning. 
 So thou, sweet rose-bud, young and gay, 
 Shalt beauteous blaze upon the day, 
 And bless the parent's evening ray, 
 
 That watcli'd thy early morning. 
 
 A narrow foot-path. 
 
12 
 Hattie Bell. 
 
 (MUSIC CAN BE HAD AT R. B. RUTLAND'S, TOUONTO.) 
 
 'rtEATH has torn Ifcr froiu my bosom, ^ 
 
 ^ One I loved so well ; 
 
 01) ! how dark the world will be now. 
 
 Without Ilattie Bell. 
 Where the summer winds are singing, 
 
 Through a lonely dell ; 
 They have lain my spirit's idol, — . 
 
 Dearest Hattie Bell. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Dearest Hattie Be?l ! 
 Darling Hattie Bell I 
 Where the summer winds are sighing. 
 
 Thro' a lonely dell : 
 They have lain my spirit's idol, — 
 
 Dearest Hattie Bell. 
 
 Gloom is 'round the little cottage, 
 
 Where she used to dwell ; 
 Ev'ry leaflet seems to whisper, — 
 
 Where is Hattie Bell? 
 Down among the twilight shadows. 
 
 In a lonely dell, — 
 Sweetly uloom the wild-wocd flowers. 
 
 Over Hattie Bell. 
 
 Dearest Hattie Bell, &c. 
 
 Underneath the weeping willow, * 
 
 By the river side, 
 I am wonting where we parted, 
 
 For my angel -bride ; 
 And the winds that now arc sighing 
 
 Through that lonely dell. 
 Tell me that I soon shall slumber 
 
 With my Hattie Bell. 
 
 Dearest Hattie Bell, &c. 
 
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 I Would lilke to Cliange my ii^ame. 
 
 BY W. W. WAKELAM. 
 
 T would like to change my name, 
 * And share another's home, 
 With a heart that's kind and true, 
 
 And one that would not roam ; 
 For my scliooling days are over, 
 
 The books arc laid aside, 
 I've often bt;en a bridesmaid, 
 
 'Tis time I was a bride ; 
 I've often been a bridesmaid, 
 
 'TiB time I was a bride, _ -^ ,-; 
 
 I should like to change my name, 
 
 And settle down in life ; ''' 
 
 Here's a chance for some young man, 
 
 That's seeking for a wife 1 
 Perhaps you think I'm jesting. 
 
 And mean not what I say ; i 
 
 But if you think so, trt/ me. 
 
 You'll find I'll not say nay ; 
 But if you think so, try me, j 
 
 You'lljand I'll not say nay. 
 
 did maids nave often told me 
 
 There's care in married life, ,, , ,|^^ 
 
 But let them talkj I heed them not, /-' 
 
 I'm bound to be a wife ; 
 For my schboling days are 6\ or. 
 
 My books I've, tlirown aside, 
 I've often been a bridesmaid, 
 
 'Tis time J. was a bride ; 
 I've often been a bridesmaid, - 
 
 Tis time I was a bride. 
 
The Girl with the Oolden Slwitch. 
 
 AS SUNG BV LISA WEBKK. 
 
 t\v all the pretty little blondes 
 ^ That ever walked the stage, 
 There's one, I call her Nellie, 
 She's the beauty of the age ; 
 She is petite in stature, 
 
 And as lively as a witch, 
 And her back is ornamented 
 With a golden swinging switch. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 The lirit time that I met her, 
 
 She wore a swinging switch, 
 This beautiful, this charming girl, 
 
 This pretty little witch. 
 
 Her smile is angelic, 
 
 And her manners are serene, 
 Her teeth, of pearly whiteness, 
 
 Are the prettiest I have seen ; 
 Her voice, at times, is mellow, 
 
 Again, 'tis pure and rich, 
 But the sweetest thing about her 
 
 Is that golden swinging switch. '^- 
 
 Thq first time, &c. 
 
 She skips before the footlights 
 
 With an air of grace and ease, 
 She sings hke a canary, 
 
 And is always sure to please ; 
 Her admirers they are many. 
 
 They applaud the little witch, 
 And when she gets an encore. 
 
 Oh, don't she toss that switch. 
 
 The first time, &c. 
 
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 (Sbe's tlie Sweetest of them All. 
 
 
 
 AR SUNG, WITH GRKAT SUCCESS, BY MISS ELLA CHAPMAX. 
 
 |n ! I have met a charmer, 
 
 She's sweet to gaze upon, 
 The first time that you see her face. 
 
 You feel your heart is gone ; 
 She wears her dress "au pannier," 
 
 She's neither short or tall, 
 And of all the charming girls in town, 
 
 She's the sweetest of them all. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Oh my ! oh dear ! you may talk about your pretty girls, 
 The fair, fat, short and tall. 
 But Nancy Ann Amanda Jane 
 Is the sweetest of them all. 
 
 She plays upon the piano, 
 
 The Jew's-harp and " bassoon," 
 And when she hasn't got a cold, \ 
 
 Sings " Up in a Balloon." 
 She goes to balls and parties. 
 
 And when her name they call, 
 The men all look around to see 
 , . The sweetest of them all. 
 
 Oh my ! oh dear ! &c. 
 
 I asked her if she'd have me. 
 
 She smiled and said, " you bet," 
 Then whispered sweetly in my ear, 
 
 « We may be happy yet." 
 There's going to be a wedding, 
 
 Some time lato in the Fall, 
 And I'm to be the better half 
 
 Of the sweetest of them all. 
 
 Oh my ! oh dear ! &c. 
 
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 I'm going to btiild a mausion, 
 
 With a big plato on the door, 
 A nd put my nanio npoa it — 
 
 A. Junius Brutus Moore. 
 I'm going to givo a party, 
 
 And invite you folks to call, 
 And see how happy I will be 
 
 With the sweetest of them all. 
 
 Oh my ! oh dear ! &c. 
 
 Wlnkins at 9fe; or. How Can I Sini(. 
 
 BY MISS ALICE SIEDLER. AS SUNO BY LISA WEBER. 
 
 W'iND friends, your attention I'll ask for a while, 
 *^ And I'll try to amuse you in my simple style ; 
 To sing to you nightly its a pleasure I see, 
 For the gents in the house all keep winking at me — 
 
 Winking at me — winking at me ; 
 
 How can I sing while you're winking at me ? 
 
 There's a gentleman sitting down there at the right, 
 
 He came here to-day in a terrible plight ; 
 
 He's lately been jilted by a fair one you see, 
 
 And now he comes here and keeps winking at me — 
 
 Winking at me — winking at me ; 
 
 Now how can I sing while you're winking at me ? 
 
 Mr. — — — , our leader, as every one knows, 
 Has lately contrived to let his moustache grow ; 
 He's got a nice wife, and big children three, 
 Now how can he play while he's winking at me ? — 
 
 Winking at me— 'Winking at me ; 
 
 And how can I sing while he's winking at me ? 
 
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 There's a gentleman ib'^re now, who should be at home, 
 Rocking the cradle of otihes he does own. 
 
 RpoKKN.— Yes, that ffentlemiin there, who wears the blue 
 cravat, and has a ruse iu his button-hole. t*, ' 
 
 No wonder you blush, Sir, married mau as you b*-, 
 To sit here all night and keep winking at me — \ , 
 
 Winking at me — winking at me ; 
 
 And how can I sing while he's winking at mo ? 
 
 There's a gent sitting there, dress'd with elegant ttwU' 
 By the side of a lady, his arm round her waist, — 
 An artful deceiver I fear he must be, — 
 For while he makes love to her, he keepK winking at me 
 
 Winking at me — winking at me ; 
 
 And how can I sing while he'p winking at me ? 
 
 But now I conclude with my silly rhymes, 
 I hope I've not offended, or wasted my time ; 
 'Twas meant in a jest, for you plainly can see, 
 There's a boy in the gallery keeps Avinkiug at mc — 
 
 Winking at me — winking at me ; 
 
 And how could I sing while he's winking at me ? 
 
 
 
 Naugbty Prince Pippin. 
 
 BT MISS ELIZA WEAtHERSBY. 
 
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 H, a sadly pitiful story's mine, 
 
 Just listen and you shall hear. 
 How naughty Prince Pippin, a gay young swell, 
 
 Has treated his lore HO dear. 
 I fancied his heart was mine, and thought 
 
 How happy we both should be, 
 Perched up at the top of the royaj co^irti— • 
 
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 But Pippin's gone back on me. 
 For in love, yes, in love, 
 I fell with the fairest, ho ; 
 Oh 1 naughty Prince Pippin, you gay young rogue, 
 
 Have you really gone back on me ? 
 Oh ! naughty Prince Pippin, you gay young rogue, 
 Have you really gone back on me ? 
 
 Oh, will he ever come back to me, 
 
 Or must I for ever stay 
 In this beastly place, and be treated, too, 
 
 In this rascally kind of way? 
 I should never have thought that a real live Prince, 
 
 Like Pippin once seemed to be. 
 From helping his own true love would wince ; 
 
 But Pippin's gone back on me. 
 For in love, yes, in love, 
 I fell with the fairest, he ; 
 Oh I naughty Prince Pippin, you gay young rogue, 
 
 Have you really gone back on me ? 
 Oh ! naughty Prince Pippin, you gay young rogue. 
 
 Have you really gone back on me ? 
 
 Tlie Beauty of tlie Season. 
 
 BY STONELEIOH. 
 
 lOo be the first at ball or hop, 
 * To have bouquets by dozens, 
 
 To wake the boyish love of male, 
 
 And hate of female cousins ; 
 To say and do just what you please, 
 
 And without rhyme or reason. 
 And yet be praised ; 
 
 This is to be the beauty of the season, 
 
 The beauty of the season. 
 
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 The beaux at church think inoie o{ you 
 
 Than of the pray'r or scrmou, 
 You are the first ask'd for a waltz, ■ . ^ 
 
 The hvHt one at the German. 
 Yet though you've lovers by the score, < j 
 ' Can some one tell the reason 
 The plainest girl is wed before 
 
 The beauty of the season ? 
 
 Tlie beauty of the season. 
 
 You're witching, there's no doubt of that, ' 
 
 Your very smile i« winning, 
 One glance from those bewitching eyes 
 
 Sets hearts and heads a spinning ; 
 But when a suitor comes for life, 
 
 You flirt beyond all reason, . 
 
 And so you'll die an old maid yet, . ' 
 
 Mybeauty of the season, , . , , ^ 
 
 My beauty of the season. /^ 
 
 Oib ! OoUj, Aint f»he Style., 
 
 ^' BY ROLLIN HOWARD. 
 
 OH ! you may talk of Lizzie Ann, 
 ., A^dJhe charming, gay quadroon, #<>»1t 
 
 They cannot beat the girl I met 
 
 The other afternoon. 
 Her roguish eyes threw such a glance. 
 
 And she gave a killing smile. 
 Her jocky hat tipp'd on her nose. 
 Oh ! golly, aint she style. 
 
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 OHORUg. 
 
 She's dashing when she walks the streets, 
 
 And then her killing smile, 
 The jocky hat tipp'd on her nose, 
 
 Oh 1 golly aint she style. 
 
 Her checks are rod as any rose, 
 
 And her luscious lips are sweet, 
 You'll know her by that saucy smile, 
 
 Whene'er you chance to meet ; 
 You'll not find such another girl, , 
 
 If you go many a mile, 
 Her dress it is surpass'd by none, 
 
 Oh ! golly, aint she style. 
 
 She's dashing, &c. 
 
 Last night I told her of my love, 
 
 And I said, " Will you be mine ?'' 
 I told her I'd be at church 
 
 Just as the clock struck nine. 
 I met her, she was dress'd to kill. 
 
 And she wore that saucy smile ; 
 When we walked out, I heard them say, 
 
 0^'! VoUy,' «filt she styltf; ' ^ '^ ^^ ■' -^ 
 
 ^he's dashing, &c. 
 
 liove at First Sigbt ; or, ^^ The view 
 from Out my Window." 
 
 BY ROLLIN HOWARD. 
 
 niHi! view from out my window 
 ^ Locks down upon the street, 
 And from it I saw a maiden fair. 
 With well gaitered little feet ; 
 
She threw a glance up at me, twi* «*W 
 
 It pierc'd my heart, oh ! my, • ^ 
 
 I felt just at that moment, 
 
 As if I'd really die. *r4fT 
 
 She walked jilon<!, as if no care J MM 
 
 Had crossed her mind, I do declare, 
 The view from out my window — 
 
 'Twas gave this sight to me ; ■* 
 
 I'll tell you how this lovely one 
 
 Came to belong to mo. 
 
 With her cunning little 'kerchief. 
 
 To which she gave a twirl, 
 She said that I might follow her, 
 
 I said ah, that's my girl I 
 So I quickly donned my cap, 
 
 And was upon the street, 
 Yep, seeing her to her parents' home, 
 
 This charmer, fair and sweet. 
 We walk'd along, and sure no caro 
 
 Will cross our minds, I do declare, 
 The view from out my window — 
 
 'Twas gave this sight to me ; 
 I'll tell you how this lovely one 
 
 Came to belong to mc. 
 
 ft ?Ctv,- : 
 She said, will you come in. Sir, 
 
 My mother, dear, to meet ? 
 I thanked her kindly, and stepped in') i^rs'i^l'* 
 
 And " mother, dear," did meet ; 
 So I told her there at once, 
 
 I loved her child most dear ; 
 My girl and mother both said " yes," 
 
 I tell you I felt queer. 
 
Wo talked iilon^, and huic no care 
 Did croHHour minds, I do dtflarti, 
 
 The view lV»)m out my window — 
 'Twas {,'(ive this sight to mo ; • 
 
 I'll tell you how this lovciy one 
 Cumo to belong to mo. 
 
 The wedding day waa fixed then, 
 
 For really 'twas "Just so," 
 When cards, with cake in plenty. 
 
 Forth to our friends should go ; 
 It came, and wasn't I happy. 
 
 And didn't she cut a shine;', 
 T said, now boys, I'm lucky. 
 
 This bunch of dry good's mine. 
 We live along, and sure no care 
 
 E'er cross our minds, I do declare, 
 The view from out my window — 
 
 'Twas gave this sight to me ; 
 I've told you how this lovely one 
 
 Came to belong to me. 
 
 Andy Bawn. 
 
 BY R. nKECE. 
 
 pnE hours are passin' one by one, 
 '• The starin' sun goes shinin' on, 
 The bloom upon my posy's gone, 
 
 Yet never a sight of Andy ! 
 He vowed, " it's fetch ye love I will, 
 Wid fairins, too, your pockets fill." 
 
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 But here I'm ut the windy still, ^^ «' i i 
 Wid never a sight of Andy. , J 
 
 Oh I Andj Bawn, the day'll bo gone, 
 
 It's now I undcrstntid yo ; '. 
 
 Yo play this part to break my heart, ; 
 Ye mane, (Iccaitful Andy! 
 
 There's Biddy Free, and Micky Sliee, ^ 
 
 Ah gay as girl and boy can be ; 
 I'll hide myself, in case they'd see, 
 
 Behind tho windy curtain. 
 There's Patrick llooney, just gone by, 
 Wid Katty, thryin to look shy ; 
 They've spied me, och ! 
 
 Ill go and cry myself to death for certain. 
 Oh ! Andy Bawn, the day'll be gone, 
 
 It's now I understand ye ; 
 Ye play this part to break my lieart, 
 
 Ye mant^, dccaitful Andy ! 
 
 About tho fair there's sure to go, 
 Till iverj' boy and girl will know. 
 That Norali's been deserted so. 
 
 By fickle, jiltin' Andy ! 
 I'll die, but look I by this and that, 
 I «eo the wavin' of his hat : 
 Ye're free to talk now, Kate and Pat, 
 
 'Tis my true-hearted Andy ! 
 Oh ! Andy Bawn, I thought ye gone, 
 
 But do 1 understand ye ? 
 The gift ye bring s a wedding ring ! 
 
 We'll not be parted, Andy. * 
 
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 IVh Better to liUUKli than to €ry. 
 
 Tt IK wim>, whfui yon riitc^r the battio of lif«>, 
 
 * To l)« ainud for the tl^ht from th«f flrMt; 
 
 And nltlion^h you may hop«* f<tr th<» hestof thii Htriff, 
 
 Yon hhrxihl ivhvnys prcpiirf f(»r iho worHt. 
 Don't (In'nm of dcspairlri'^' or ^ivin^' thitu.'n 'ip, 
 
 If fortune Ih fickle or shy ; 
 VoY you'll find whether hitter or nneet in the cup, 
 
 It is better to lauf?h than to cry. 
 
 •;^ (!HOnU8. 
 
 80 never givH way to the »areH of to-day, 
 Bettor luck may rome yi't, l>y-and-byu ; 
 
 And to-morrow may bring ([uite a difFerMit thing, 
 So it's better to laugh than to cry. 
 
 In the Journey of life 'twould be folly to giiere, 
 
 If we now iind then happen to find. 
 That ambition and frlendNliip which of! in deceive, 
 
 And that CJupid is frequently blind. 
 If a friend should [)rove false, or a hope should betray, 
 
 We may find better liieU b3'-and-byo ; 
 Aud if love, like a cheat, should have led us astray, 
 
 It is better to laugh than to cry. 
 
 So never give way, kc. 
 
 There's a charm about laughter to lengthen our livci, 
 
 And a poison in sighing and care ; / 
 
 For wherever we look, 'tis good humor that thrives, 
 
 Aud fretting that leads to despair. 
 Of all the wise things that oie taught at school. 
 
 There is nothing on wliich to rely, 
 With BO firm a belief as that excellent rule, — 
 
 It is better to laugh than to cry. 
 
 So never give way, Ac. , 
 
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 Thore'H qtiito as much plcasuiu m \Kiin aftor nil, 
 
 fii thin bright littlo woihl of our own ; 
 Ami the pleiiKuro will loudily como to our cull, 
 
 If tho ri^'Iit way to cull it in known. 
 Sliouhl tioublo jiui'HUo, or culuuiity prcua, 
 
 Ih It wiHor to Hinilo or to bi;^h ? 
 In^tlu^ nunnent of puin or tho day of distrcHH, 
 
 It JH K'ttor to hniKh than to cry. 
 
 So never givo wny, Ac. 
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 The Tiover and the Illrd. 
 
 i\u, «inpf, sing on sweetly to cliccr mo, , jy ^ 
 
 ^ Diid, thy uniBic soliico will biiiig ; ; ^r^ 
 
 Thou wilt not lly, why Khouldst tliou, four mo ; 
 
 Sing of lovn, of love only sing. 
 ThoHO honied notes of tliino thro* me nre thrilling, 
 TbiH hcrtit long desponding, with pleasure filling. 
 Oh, King, sing on sweetly to cheer me, 
 
 Sing of love, of love only Hing ; 
 Sing I fiing I Ah I ah I ah I ah I Songster pity me, 
 Why can I never sing a Kong of rapture like thee ? 
 
 Oh, sing, Bicg on, e'en deceive me, 
 
 Bird, with visions glitt'ring and vain ; 
 Rain flatt'ring hopes, oh do not leave mo ; 
 
 Sing of love, of love only sing. 
 Soon from my dreams will I waken to sorrow, 
 To-day give me rapture, I'll weep to-morrow. 
 Oh, 8ing, sing on, e'en to deceive me, 
 
 Sing of love, of love only sing ; 
 Sing I ging I Ah 1 ah I ah 1 ah I Songster pity me, 
 Why can I never sing a song of rapture like thee ? 
 
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 There's a ISmile tbat Awaits 9Ie at 
 
 Home. 
 
 n[*ROi'BLES, "we fancy, are heavy to bear, 
 ■■• In travelling life's dreary way ; 
 Some are heart-broken Avith sorrow and care, 
 
 While others are cheerful and gay. 
 The road may be rough, and the journey be long, 
 
 As over its pathway I roam ; 
 Contented I sing, 'tis the theme of my song : 
 
 There's a smile that awaits me at home. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 The frowns of the world are nothing to me, 
 ^ ;■ Trials and troubles may come ; 
 
 I've this consolation, wherever I may be, — 
 There's a smile that awaits me at home. 
 
 Weary and worn, and by labor oppress'd, 
 
 Or sneer'd at by fools in their pride ; 
 The shrine of my love and the haven of rest. 
 
 I find by my own fireside. "- 
 Voices so gentle, and hearts that are warm. 
 
 To cheer me when sorrow should come ; 
 I know I've a shelter from cv'ry storm, — 
 
 In the smile that awaits me at home. 
 
 ; The frowns of the world, &c. 
 
 Gay ami Happy, 
 
 T'm the girl that's gay and happy, 
 * Wheresoe'er I chance to be ; 
 And I'll do my best to please you, 
 If you will but list to iae. 
 
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 So let the wide world wag as it will, ^' t o"^ 
 
 I'll be gay and happy still ; 
 Gay and happy, gay and happy, 
 
 I'll be gay and happy still. (i'l : , 
 
 CHOHUS. 
 
 80 let the wide world wag as it will, ' ■^'' i 
 
 We'll be gay and happy still ; 
 Gay and happy, gay and happy, ' V 
 
 We'll be gay and happy still. 
 
 I envy neither great nor wealthy, . x 
 
 Poverty I ne'er despise ; ^y 
 
 Let me be contented, healthy, "T 
 
 ^: And the boon I'll dearly prize. 
 So let the wide world wag as it will, 
 
 I'll be gay and happy still ; 
 Gay and happy, gay and happy, 
 
 I'll be gay and happy still. , -i'le 
 
 So let the wide world, &c. 
 
 The rich ha/e cares we little know of. 
 
 All that glitters is not gold ; 
 Merit's seldom made a show of, 
 
 And true worth is rarely told. . ^ 
 So let the wide world wag as it will, 
 
 I'll be gay and happy still ; 
 Gay and happy, gay and happy, ^ ' > T' 
 
 I'll be gay and happy still. 
 
 So let the wide world, &c. 
 
 If the President should sit beside me, ; 
 
 I'd sing my song with usual glee ; 
 Fools might laugh and knaves deride me. 
 
 Still I'd gay and happy be. 
 
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 So let the wide world wag as it will, . . 
 
 I'll be gay and happy still ; 
 Gay and happy, gay and happy, , 
 
 I'll be gay and happy still, 
 
 80 let the wide world, ice 
 
 I care for all, yet care for no man. 
 
 Those; that do well need not fear ; 
 I love a man and like a woman, 
 
 What else makes this life so dear ? 
 So let the wide world wag as it will, 
 
 I'll be gay and happy still ; 
 Cay and happy, gay and happy, 
 
 I'll be gay and happy still. 
 
 So let the wide world, «fec. 
 
 The liast Rose of l^umiiier. 
 JJTIis the last rose of summer, 
 * Left blooming alone ; 
 All her lovely companions 
 
 Are faded and gone. 
 
 No flower of her kindred, 
 
 No rose-bud is nigh. 
 
 To reflect back her blushes 
 Or give sigh for sigh ! 
 
 I'll not leave thee, thoii lone one. 
 
 To pine on the stem ; 
 Since the lovely are sleeping, 
 
 Go sleep thou with them ; 
 Thus kindly I'll scatter 
 
 Thy leaves o'er the bed, 
 Where thy mates of the garden 
 
 Lie scentless and dead. 
 
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 8o sooM may I follo^v, «;J qn hi^ff ■>Jh T 
 
 When friendship's decay, • ' "^ -lAtild')" 
 
 And from love's shining circle _ ;<>t<4 «i/lT 
 
 The gems drop away. i.iXfJU ifaiW 
 When true hcuits lie withered, 
 
 And fond ones are flown, 
 
 Oh ! who would inhabit f dO 
 
 This bleak world alone ? ... 
 
 The sunny, sunny hours of childhood, *; 
 How soon, how soon they pass away, ^ 
 ,,LiJ\e flowers, like flowers in the wildwood, 
 *: ' That once bloom'd fresh and gay ; '* 
 
 But the perfume of the flowers, >fl )> 1 
 
 And the freshness of the heart, ,.,fi 
 
 Live but a few brief hours, ^; ,, ;,r\-5,{''} fg4*r 
 And then for aye depart. .',,..;_ .^ , 
 
 The friends, the friends we saw around u6, " * 
 
 In boyhoods happy, happy days. 
 The fairy, fairy links that bound us, 
 
 No feeling now displays ; ' 
 For, time hath chang'd for ever 
 
 What youth cannot retain. 
 And we may know, oh ! never. 
 
 These sunny hours again. 
 
 IVell, tlie lAtile Belle/ 5 
 
 A 8 I took a promenade the other day, 
 
 My attention was attracted right away 
 By a pretty little Belle that said her name was Nell, 
 And she looked like the flowers in May. 
 
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 I stepped up to the corner of the street, 
 
 Thinking by that I could meet 
 This pretty little Fairy, so beautiful and airy. 
 
 With number one gaiters on her feet. 
 
 OHOuns. 
 
 Oh ! didn't she cut a swell, 
 
 This little dark-eyed Belle ! 
 My love she is a darling little Belle, 
 
 She's as sweet as the lillies in the dell ; 
 Her eyes so bright, her step so light; 
 
 Is my haijdsome little curley-headed Nell. 
 
 I followed her, I cannot tell you wjiy ; 
 
 But she had such a wicked-killing oye, 
 That Cupid, with his dart, made a capture of my heart, 
 
 As daintily she sailed on by. 
 I watched her to her home, and, at the door, 
 
 She stopped and smiled on me, 
 And, from her little glove she threw a kiss of love, 
 
 With a wicked little laugh at me. 
 
 Oh! didn't she, &c. 
 
 Soon after that I met her at a ball : 
 
 Oh ! golly! you should have seen my style, 
 With Nellie on my arm ! oh! she dances like a charm,* 
 
 While her little heait is innocent of guile. 
 I told her of my love that very night. 
 
 And said : W^ill you be mine ? 
 Oh! yes : said little Nell, but you must never tell. ,, 
 
 And now we live down in shady dell. 
 
 Oh ! didn't she, &c. 
 
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 Meet. Me in the iLane. 
 
 I'll meet thee in the lane, 
 * When the clock strikes Nlne^ 
 In ecstacy again, love, 
 
 To call thee mine. 
 My heart for thee is hurning, - 
 My brain is almost whirling. 
 Thro' loving thee so madly. 
 
 My sweet Mountain Rose : 
 When evening stars are peeping, 
 Oh ! then will be our meeting, 
 Old time too swiftly fleeting 
 
 Our happy time away. 
 I'll meet thee in the lane. 
 When the clock strikes nine, 
 In ecstacy again, love. 
 
 To call thee mine. 
 My heart for thee is burning, 
 My brain is almost whirling, 
 Thro' loving thee so madly, 
 
 My sweet Mountain Rose. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 I'll meet thee in the lane. 
 When the clock strikes nine, 
 In ecstacy again, love. 
 
 To call thee mine. 
 My heart for thee is burning, 
 My brain is almost whirling, 
 Thro' loving thee so madly. 
 
 My sweet Mountain Rose. 
 
I'll leave thee in the lane, 
 When the clock ytrikes Ten, 
 And faithful will remain, love, 
 
 Bolieve me then : 
 Deceive thee ! I will never. 
 And breath from me must sever, 
 If I forget thee ever, 
 
 My sweet Mountain Hose! 
 Thy presence care dispelling, 
 All other charms excelling, 
 Oh ! what to grace my dwelling 
 
 As thee my Mountain Rose. 
 
 I'll meet thee, &c. 
 
 Tlie Ixion Burlesque l^ong. 
 
 AS SUNd B\ THE LISA WEBEB TROUPE.-AIK : "MABEL AVALTZ." 
 
 H 
 
 ow doth the little busy bee 
 Delight to bark and bite ; 
 It gathers honey all the day. 
 And eats it all at night. 
 
 Three little boys went out to play, 
 
 On a summer's day ; 
 One fell in and he was drowned, 
 
 The others ran away. 
 
 A boy stood on the burning deck, 
 With his baggage checked for Troy ; 
 
 The ship went down and his hat blew off, 
 And his name was Pat Malloy. 
 
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 Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard, 
 
 To get her poor dog a bone ; 
 When she got there, the cupboard was bare, 
 
 And so the poor dog got none. 
 
 If I sue you and you see me, 
 
 We both se<j one another ; 
 If 1 didn't see y )u and yon didn't sec me, 
 
 We wouldn't see one j.uother. 
 
 A hunky boy in U. S. G., 
 
 iUit this it is a shame, 
 That Johnny Bull does not come down 
 
 With the Alabama claim. 
 
 Supposing now that I was you, 
 
 Supposing you were me ; 
 Supposing I was Homebody else, 
 
 I wonder whose brother you'd be. 
 
 Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, 
 The cow jumped over the moon ; 
 
 The little dog laughed to see such spoit, 
 And the butler ran away with the spoon. 
 
 Ain't I Sweet. 
 TUIy good mama, she feels so sad, 
 *"* And says I am a flirt, 
 Because I go to promenade 
 All in my walking skirt, -i-^ 
 
 She thinks I ought to be ashamed 
 To go out in the street, 
 With clothes she says, all fussed and fixed, 
 To show my little feet I 
 
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 CHORUS. 
 
 Ain't I sweet, ain't 1 sweet, 
 
 I Icnow I'm sweet, 
 
 And havo a right to promenade the street, 
 
 And glad I am tlicve is a style 
 
 To show our pretty feet. 
 
 We want the sanction of the gents 
 
 In all our style of clotlies, 
 
 And 3'ct I love to please mama, 
 
 But more to please the beaux ; 
 
 And ever thus you'll find it is. 
 
 When ladies walk the street, 
 
 They'll try and manage some good way. 
 
 To show their pretty foot ! 
 
 Ain't I sweet, &c. 
 
 Our bonnets now are but a " mite," 
 
 Tho' <• mighty " dear they cost ! 
 
 Beneath our furbelows and bows. 
 
 Our little forms are lost ; 
 
 The tiny heels upon our shoes 
 
 They are so gay and neat, 
 
 And solely made you may be sure, 
 
 To show our handsome teet ! 
 
 Ain't I sweet, &c. 
 
 With parasol above me held, 
 
 And no mama to see, 
 
 I fascinate the darling men 
 
 Where'er I chance to be ! 
 
 O ! what a charming lovely girl ! 
 
 I hear them oft repeat. 
 
 To make their hearts go pit-a-pat, 
 
 I show my pretty feet ! 
 
 Ain't I sweet, &c. 
 
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 Walking in the Park. 
 
 'piiK style of tliiuy: for nio, 
 
 * Wlicn everything- looks guy, 
 Is up iu the Central Park, 
 
 To i^ass the time of day ! 
 T shine my beaver up, 
 
 To have a gt'uteel "lark," 
 And with the other " hirds," 
 
 You'll find nic in the Park ! 
 
 CHOiirs. V 
 
 Walking in the Park, oh, walking in the Park,' 
 There's nothing half so « nohby," O, as walking in the 
 
 Park. 
 Walking in the Park, oh, w.ilking in the Park, 
 There's nothing half so " nobhv," O, us walking in the 
 
 Park. 
 
 The la<lies, bless them all, 
 
 They i^mile us T pass by, . (4 
 
 Their hearts go pit-a-pat, 
 
 I make the darlings sigh ! . ^ 
 
 The babies know me, too, 
 
 The little dogs they bark ; 
 ^ I'm just the gayest " swell," 
 
 You'll meet in Central Park ! 
 
 Walking in the Park, &c, 
 
 I patronize the Mall, 
 
 I stroll around the Lake, 
 I watch the dashiiii' tfnnis. 
 
 And try to keep awjikc : 
 My A'cr}'- languid nir 
 
 The people fill remark : 
 They ought to pay nie well, 
 
 To ornament the Park ' • 
 
 Walking in the Park, &c. 
 
 ENCOUK VKUSK. 
 
 I've toddled in the " Zoo," 
 
 I've footed down Broadway ; 
 I've tried Fifth Aven-you, 
 
 When all was bright and gay j 
 
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 But nothing's half so sweet, 
 Allow mo to remark ; - 
 Z* It beats them " tcn-to-ono," *j[ 
 
 This walking in the Park ! 
 
 Walking in the Park, kv. 
 
 I cannot Sinig the Old SonKs. 
 
 T cannot sing the old so'ij"^ 
 ■• I sung long years ag(;, 
 
 For heart and voice woiild fail me, 
 
 And foolish tears would flow ; 
 For by-gone hours come o'er my heart, 
 
 With each familiar ptrain, 
 I cannot sing the old Kongs, 
 
 Or dream those dreams again ; 
 I cannot sing the old songs, 
 
 Or dream those dreams again. 
 
 I cannot sing the old songs, 
 
 Their charm is sad and deep ; 
 Their melodies would waken 
 
 Old sorrows from their sleep ; 
 And though all unforgotton still, 
 
 And sadly sweet they be, 
 I cannot sing the old songs, 
 
 They are too dear to me ; 
 I cannot sing the old songs, 
 
 They are too dear to me. 
 
 I cannot sing the old songs, 
 
 For visions come again 
 Of golden dreams departed 
 
 And years of weary pain ; 
 Perhaps when earthly fetters shall 
 
 Have set my spirit free. 
 My voice may know the old songs, 
 
 For all eternity ; 
 My voice may know the old songs, 
 
 For all eternity. 
 
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 Watting for a Broadway (Stage. 
 
 Am up Broadway I KtroUed one day, w, ,i 
 
 *^ To 8ee the stylcB pass l/y, ^ 
 
 A pretty little girl I vtry soon nirt, 
 
 And she had such a roguish eye. 
 Her little short skirts In points hung down, 
 
 For that style's all the rage, 
 She was looking up and down with a pretty little frown, 
 
 Waiting for a Broadway t<tage, oh I . 
 
 0IIORU8. f 
 
 She was just about the girl that's all the rago ; 
 
 Sweet sixteen was just her age : 
 I met hei on the corner, it was there that first I saw 
 her 
 
 Waiting for a Broadway stage. 
 
 She saw that I was looking at her. 
 
 When a sweet little smile, like a beam 
 Just played round her face, and with such ease and 
 grace, 
 Why, like a little angel she did seem. 
 But I kept getting like any one in fear, 
 
 For my heart felt like a bird that's in a cage ; 
 How I wished I'd never seen that handsome little 
 queen, 
 Waiting for a Broadway stage, oh ! 
 
 She was just, kc. 
 
 But as the ice was broken, my hat, of course, I raised, 
 
 As the stage, that she required, soon came by ; 
 When she said in tones so sweet, perhaps some time 
 we'll meet, 
 As np the steps her little form did fly. 
 2 
 
But I m;vtir Hin(;o hove Hcon hor, ho I wander in tle«imir, 
 For \t H('(!mR tliiit Kjnco hIu! I«'ft mr 'twiiH an ugf, 
 
 But r never Hhiill foiKft that little Kiri I nmt, 
 Waiting' for a Broadway Ktagt^ oh I 
 
 She wftH jiut, Ac. , 
 
 
 
 I<a Pcrichole J^ettcr Noiik. 
 
 nt never in lan{,'uage, my darling, yutumfi 
 
 Could I tell thee how dear thou art ; 
 
 Yet, ah I inifiery's all that wo have, love, 
 
 Au«l poverty chilleth the heart I 'i fttff j-r; ^^y 
 
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 We cannot go on thus for ever, . ^ 
 
 No matter how Rolemn our vow ; 
 
 'Twcre better far, tho' broken-hearted, . . ,,, 
 
 'Twere better to separate now. 
 
 .if? •i/.na ttif*'' 
 
 Oh ! how can love's breathing be murmured, 
 
 By lipK 8o thin and wan ? 
 How can the old charm woo thee and win thee, 
 
 When that charm is withered and gone ? 
 
 T am feeble, I am but woman, 
 
 And perhaps the moment is nigh. 
 When, with ray last breath. 
 
 Oh ! my own one, shall mingle love's latest sigh. 
 
 Thnn'lt forgive mo if m)"^ words vex thee , 
 
 But what I feel, that I must say ; 
 Yet know, love, in want and in sorrow. 
 
 That I im thine, and thine always. 
 
 Yes I I love thee, and well thou knowest, 
 
 There never was affection more tiue ; 
 And I love thoe better tind stronger, 
 
 In bidding thoc ever adieu ! 
 
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 Beaiilifiil Noll. 
 
 air: " HKAUTIlfUr, HKl-r,." 
 
 1>on't talk to mt! of pictty k'''1«> 
 •" Of lovoly woiiuui, don't ! 
 I'll never listen to a word, 
 
 I won't — no, that 1 won't! ■ ik 
 
 Thcre'tf not a beauty in thu land, 
 
 To match my peerlt!H8 belle, ( 
 
 I'll tell you all about my love, 
 
 My beautiful — my Nell. ,7 
 
 WmSTLB. 
 
 lU autif\jl girl with beautiful eycH, 
 Bright at) the morning and blue a8 the KkiuH ; 
 
 Beautiful teeth, and hair us well : 
 
 Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Nell. 5 
 
 " We met; 'twas in a crowd," 
 
 As some one somewhere sings ; ' 
 
 The scene : o ball-room : where I marked 
 
 This angel wanting wings. 
 She floated in the gay quadrille, ,^ 
 
 Mazourkacd, polkaed as well ; 
 But whirling wildly in the waltz, 
 The darling tripped and fell. 
 Spoken. — Exposing the smallest portion of the heel 
 of a Cinderelly slipper, oh ! 
 
 Beautiful girl, &c. 
 
 I picked her up tenderly. 
 And asked if she was hurt. 
 
 Conveyed her to an ottoman. 
 And then began to flirt. 
 
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 She told me she was just eighteen, 
 
 Was reading Martin Tapper, 
 Was fond of strolls in moon-lit groves, 
 
 And thought she'd have some supper. 
 
 Beautiful iiii'l, &c. 
 
 At supper, lobster-salad, love, 
 
 And chicken we discussed : 
 We gabbled and gobbled, as 
 
 All supping lovers must ; - 
 
 We champagned, sherried and moselled, 
 
 Each time the bottle past ; 
 Methought each smile the darling gave, 
 
 Was lovelier than the rest. 
 
 Beautiful girl, &e. 
 
 I think, somehow, tin; wine I drank 
 
 Had made me all amiss ; 
 Or why — why was I fool enough 
 
 To try and steal a kiss ? 
 Oh ! some one fetch my husband, do ! 
 
 She screamed out in a fright. 
 Married ! by jingo ! I exclaimed, 
 
 And didn't flight by night ! 
 
 Beautiful girl, &c. 
 
 A gadder and a wiser man, 
 
 I reache<i my home once more. 
 And madly raving at my lot. 
 
 My raven liair I tore ; 
 I'm wn-tched as a man can be. 
 
 And farewell! oh! farewell 
 To that sweet, dear deceiving dream, 
 
 My beautiful — my Nell. 
 
 Beautiful girl, &c. 
 
Out in tlic Streets. 
 
 AuT in the streets, forsaken, alone, 
 
 ^ No home to shelter me, friendless, unknown, 
 
 Weaiy of life, with its sorrows and cares, 
 
 Sick of its many temptations and snares ; 
 Day follows day, yet I find no relief, 
 
 No one to pity my sadness and grict. 
 No gentle form lingers near when I sleep, 
 
 Even the stars seem to smile when I weep. ' 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Angel of mercy, I wait on thee now, * ■ 
 
 Death's chilling fingers ai"e laid on my brow ; 
 
 Charity sheds bitter tears when she meets 
 A poor lifeless wanderer " Out in the streets." 
 
 ^ Out in the streets, this pitiless night, 
 
 Why need I watch for the coming of light ? 
 Willing I'd part with this quivering breath, 
 
 Gladly I'd welcome the angel of death. 
 Whyjs it sinful to plunge in that stream ? 
 
 Life is to me but a dark, troubled dream ; 
 Yet if I wait for my summons to come, 
 Angels will bear me away to my home. 
 
 Angel of mercy, &c. 
 
 X 
 
 Don't you Go, Xomuiy. 
 
 Vou'll miss it, my boy, now mind what I say, 
 * Don't spend all your money and time in that way, 
 There's no one but idlers that lounge about so, 
 I beg of you, Tommy, don't go. 
 
( 
 
 We're feeble and old, your mother and me ; 
 And kind as a mother has been should you be. 
 To wliiskey shops, billiards, and cards bid adieu, 
 1 beg of you, Tommy, don't go. 
 
 CHOUUS. 
 
 Don't you go. Tommy, don't go, ^^ 
 
 Stay at homo, Tommy, don't go, 
 There's no one but idlers that lounge about so, 
 I bog of you, Tommy, don't go, don't go. 
 
 Wliy won't you be steady, and work like a man, 
 
 I can't hold the plow, but will do what I can ; 
 
 There's so much to do, and our grain we must sow, 
 
 I beg of you. Tommy, don't go. 
 
 Besides there is corn and potatoes to plant. 
 
 You're young and can stand it, you know thht I can't. 
 
 Let whiskey alone, for it grieves mother so, 
 
 I beg of you, Tommy, don't go. // 
 
 O Tommy, dear Tommy, don't go, &c, 
 
 • I: 
 We've watched o'er you, Tommy, in sweet infancy, 
 
 Whon angels were silently beckoning to thee ; 
 
 At midnight we've knelt by your cradle so low, ' 
 
 I beg of you, Tommy, don't go. 
 
 Be kind to us, Tommy, we'll #oon pass away, 
 
 The farm will be yours at no distant day ; 
 
 Eternity's blessings you'll reap if you sow, 
 
 O Tommy, dear Tommy, don't go. 
 
 Tommy, dear Tommy, don't go, &c. 
 
'*.j."? 
 
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 ^'■"^'xur's Return- ' 
 
 T missed it, dear father, most santv, t UM..i,w., / 
 * To cast all your counsels away, ' 
 
 To riot with idlers and loungo <al)out sc*, -> 
 
 But judge not too harshly, T pniy. ' ^^ 
 
 I'm wretched, degraded, and poor it is tru*'. 
 
 And rags are my only array, 
 But to my transgressions I've Itidiha adieu, '-''"^ ' 
 
 Then, Father, forgive me, I pray ! ''^^ 
 
 CHORUS. ■.:./' 
 
 welcome, my boy, O welcome >>ack home, "'T 
 No longer to sin or to roam ; 
 
 he hearts that have loved you rejoice as you come, 
 We welcome, we welcome you home. 
 
 Dear Father, I come like the " Prodigal Sou," ; 
 I've sinned against heaven and thee ; , , ;,i 
 
 I ask but a place in the old cottage homo, . j^j^ , 
 
 One more your own Tommy to be. ,/ 
 
 The fancies I cherished so fondiv in youth, 
 fiuLong, long since have vanished away, •.•^fVff 
 The counsels you gave me, I found to be true, ^ 
 Then, Father, forgive me, I pray I 
 
 O welcome, my boy, &c. 
 
 Again and again, I've repented in tears, 
 
 And prayed to my Father above, , 
 
 My sins to forgive, to remove all my fuavs. 
 
 He heard me in mercy and love. ,, 
 
 Foigivenoss, dear Father and Mother, I crave. 
 
 For the sorrow I caused you to know, 
 For God in his mercy is able to save 
 
 Your Tommy from ruin and woe. 
 
 welcome, my boy, &c. 
 
44 '. 
 
 The ttolllckiiig Rams. 
 
 TJuTTON lip your waistcoat, button up your shoes, 
 ^ Have another liquor and throw away the blues, 
 Be like me, and good for a spree, 
 
 From now till the day is dawning. 
 For I am a member of the rollicking rams, 
 Come and be a member of the rollicking rams. 
 The only boys to make a noise, 
 
 From now till the day is dawning. 
 We scorn such drinks as lemonade, soda, seltzer, beci 
 The liquors of our club I'd tell to you. 
 But I can't, for there's ladies here. 
 Come along, come along, come along. 
 
 CHOKUS. 
 
 For I am a member of the rol licking rams, 
 Come and be a member of the rollicking rams •, 
 Out all nigbt till broad daylight, 
 And never go home till morning. 
 
 When once you're a member of the rollicking ram? 
 All things real, we have no shams. 
 Except good Champagne, good Champagne, 
 
 We drink till the day is dawning. 
 In all the pockets of thmprollicking rams, 
 Each one puts a bottle of Cham., 
 And on some doorstep sit and driQk, 
 
 Till daylight in the morning. 
 With a pocket full of money the police make right 
 To what we do they're blind. 
 Such as pulling down bells and breaking lamps, 
 For which we should be fined. 
 
 Come along, come along, come along. 
 
 For I am a, &c. 
 
The milkman in the morning he knows us rams, 
 We follow up behind him and empty the cans, 
 Which do^n the area he has put, 
 
 For breakfast in the morninj?. 
 Upset a coffee stall as we go home, 
 With us our landladies pick a bone. 
 And get kicked out of house and home, 
 
 Without a moment's warning. 
 But we don't care, we're single men. 
 Not hampered with a wife ; 
 So now, my friends, if you like the style, 
 Come and spend a noisy life. 
 
 Come along, come along, come along. 
 
 For I am a, &o. 
 
 I 
 
 Captain Jinkis af tlie Horse marines. 
 
 am Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines, 
 
 I of-ten live beyond my means, 
 I sport young ladies in their teens, 
 
 To cut a swell in the army. 
 I teach the la-dies how to dance. 
 How to dance, how to dance, ' *u 
 
 I teach the la-dies how to dance, 
 
 For I'm their pet in the army. 
 Spokbn. — Ha ! ha 1 ha ! 
 
 chorus. 
 I'm Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines, 
 I give my horse good corn and beans ; , 
 Of course it's quite beyond my means, : 
 Tho' a Captain in the ar-my. 
 
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 I joined my corps when twenty -one, i 
 
 Of course I thought it capital fun ; 
 When the enemy came then off I run, 
 
 I wasn't cut out for the army. 
 When I left home, mama she cried, 
 Mama she cried, mama she cried. 
 When I left home, mama she cried, 
 " He aint cut out for the army." 
 
 Spoken. — No, she thought I was too young, hut 
 then I said, ah ! mama, 
 
 I'm Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines, &c. 
 
 Tlie first day I went out to drill, 
 The bugle sound xAade me quite ill, 
 At the balance step my hat it fell. 
 
 And that wouldn't do for the army. 
 The officers they all did shout, 
 They all cried out, they all did shout. 
 The officers they all dijl shout, 
 " Oh that's the curse of the army." 
 
 Spoken. — Of course my hat did fall off, but ah! 
 nevertheless, 
 
 I'm Captain Jinks of the Horse Marines, &c. 
 
 Mistress Jinks, Wife of Captain 
 Jinks. 
 
 AIR : " CAPTAIN JINKS." 
 
 T am Mistress Jinks of Madison Square, 
 * I wear fine clothes and I puff my hair. 
 And how the gentlemen at me stare, 
 While my husband's in the army. 
 
At 
 
 Whcre-e'cr I go, I'm talked about) , .^ 
 
 I'm talked about, I'm talked about, 
 I wear the latest fashions out, 
 While the Captain's in the avniy. 
 Spoken. — And why shouldn't I? P>crybody that 
 sees me, knows 
 
 CHOKUS. 
 
 I am Mistress Jinks of Madison Square, 
 I wear fine clothes and I puff my hair, 
 And how the gentlemen at me stare. 
 While the Captain's in the army. 
 
 I give my parties and my balls. 
 And 'tend to all my evening calls. 
 And buy the best I can find at Hall's, 
 
 While my husband's in the army. 
 I write to him and he writes to me. 
 He writes to me, he writes to me, 
 And says that 1 must happy be, 
 
 W^hilo the Captain's in the array. 
 
 Spoken. — And why shDuldn't I? He fights for his 
 pay, I get it, and spend it ; he's happy, so am I, for 
 
 I am Mistress Jinks, &(;. 
 
 He says he'll get a furlough soon, 
 And come back home to stay till June, 
 Oh ! won't I sing a different tune. 
 
 To my husband in the army. 
 I'll meet him then with kisses sweet, 
 With kisses sweet, with kisses sweet, 
 I'll hasten out of the door to meet. 
 
 With the Captain home from the army. 
 Spoken. — And why shouldn't I? Havn't I spent 
 all his money? Owe large bills, house rent due, 
 nothiiig to wear, hungry, and, well, 
 
 I am Mistress Jinks, &c. 
 
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 I 
 
 AIR : " CAPTAIN JINKS." 
 
 ['m Lady Jinks of the Foot Dragoous, 
 I promenade Saturday afternoons ; 
 I give sly looks at the dandy coons, 
 
 Though my hushand's in the army. 
 And as I pass along the street, 
 Along the street, along the street, 
 The Captain I am sure to meet, 
 Oh ! he's the pet of the Army. 
 
 Spokbn. — Yes, indeed! my dear Captain Jinks is 
 the pet of the army, and of the fair sex also ; he says 
 I must not he jealous of the attention paid him by 
 the ladies ; I tell him certainly not, for every one 
 
 knows 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Lady Jinks of the Foot Dragoons, 
 I promenade Saturday afternoons, 
 I give sly looks at the dandy coons, 
 Though my hushand's in the army. 
 
 I met the Captain on parade. 
 When first on him my eyes I laid ; 
 ' An exclamation then I made, 
 
 He^ the handsomest man in the army ! 
 He saw the conquest he had made, 
 That he had made, that he had made, 
 He heard the compliment I paid, 
 
 To him, the pride of the army. 
 
 Spoken. — I really did think he was the hand- 
 Komest, and I think so yet for the matter of that ; 
 some people think I married turn for the title of 
 Lady, but not so ; for it was love at first sight, i^ hot, 
 
 how could I be 
 
 Lady Jinks, &c. 
 
Together we sometimes promenade, 
 And hear remarks about us made, 
 And often wo have lieard it paid, 
 
 They're the pri<ie and boa8t of the army. 
 The officers they al8o shout, 
 They also shout, they also shout. 
 The officers they all cry out, 
 
 Oh ! they're the prid(^ of the army. 
 SpoKKN.— I am quite positive we are the pride of tJic 
 army, they all tell us ho and why shouldn't w(! believe 
 it ; who hasn't heard of Captain Jinks of the Horse 
 Marines ? And I hope, in the future, you will always 
 warmly welcome. Yours most respectfully, 
 
 Lady Jinks, &c. 
 
 I 
 
 Hiiss Jinks^ Sunday OnU 
 
 AIR : " CAPTAIN JINKS." 
 
 ''M Jenny Jinks, the kitchen juuid. 
 Of hard work not at all afraid, 
 Nor yet particular to a shade, 
 
 But I must go out on Sundays. 
 Six dayb I work with all my might. 
 And keep the pots and kettles bright. 
 And put the cobwebs out of sight, 
 But I must go out on Sundays. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 I'm Jenny Jinks, the kitchen maid. 
 Of hard work not at all afraid. 
 Nor yet particular to a shade, 
 But I must go out on Sundays. 
 
so 
 
 When first I went to tako a place, 
 
 The lady looked mo in the fj».ce, 
 
 And said, " Young girl, now state your cubo, 
 
 And what about your Sundays ?" 
 " Ma'am, I can bake, it is quite true, 
 And I can cook an Irish stew. 
 And wash a shirt, and iron it too, 
 
 But I must go out on Sunday !' 
 
 I'm Jenny Jinks, &c. 
 
 «' Indeed I why, then 'tis plain," said she, 
 " That you will never do for me I" 
 From her I then did take my leave. 
 
 Resolved to have my Sundays. 
 A dozen places more I tried. 
 Throughout great Now York city wide, 
 But everywhere the ladies cried, 
 
 " Wo don't give ' outs ' on Sunday 1" 
 
 I'm Jenny Jinks, &c. 
 
 At last to bring the fates to book, 
 Some counsel with myself I took. 
 And got a place with Doctor Hook, 
 
 Who never mentioned Sundays. 
 But when came round of days the best, 
 In pink and green myself I dressed. 
 And sailed off gaily to the West, ' 
 
 Like other girls on Sunday. 
 
 I'm Jenny .Jinks, «fec. 
 
 With Corporal Tomkins of the " Blues," 
 So handsome — six feet in his shoes — 
 I spent the day, did what I choose, 
 And planned for future Sundays. 
 
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 IJiit, fancy I when I homeward Kpetl, 
 The family were all in bed, 
 Save one, who through the keyhole said, 
 " That's going out on Sundays." 
 
 I'm Jenny JinkB, kv. 
 
 Now, wasn't this a pretty plight ? 
 
 No friends at hand, locked out all night, 
 
 And told it only served me right, 
 
 For going out on Sundays 1 
 liut worae, because I kicked the door, 
 » Police !" was called, there came up four. 
 Who took me to— I'll say no more. 
 
 But it wasn't a place for Sundays, 
 
 I'm Jenny Jinks, &c. 
 
 So here I am again you see, 
 A girl of famous industry, 
 And one who loves her liberty, 
 
 But most of all on Sundays ! 
 Who wants a servant ? Sir, do you ? 
 I'll cook, clean, bake, wait, scrub for you ; 
 Darn, stitch, wash, starch and iron, too — 
 
 But I must go out on Sundays. 
 
 I'm Jenny Jinks, &e. 
 
 One word before you answer, pray — 
 This much about myself I say, 
 To reconcile you to my way 
 
 Of going out on Sundays : 
 I'll not waste aught that's worth a pin. 
 Nor ever let a Policeman in, 
 To pick your bones or drink your gin. 
 
 But I must go out on Sundays. 
 
 I'm Jenny Jinks, &c. 
 
Worah M'Neal. 
 
 /1h! I'm lonely to-nlRht, love, without you, 
 ^ And I High for one glance of your eye ; 
 For Huro thoro'n h ctmrm, love, nbout you, l! 
 
 Whenever I know you are niffh. 
 Like the beam of the Htar when 'tis Hmiling, 
 
 Ih th«! glance which your (tyc »Rn't (ronceal, 
 And your voice is Hf) Hwtiet and beguiling, 
 
 That I love you, 8weet Norah O'Neal. 
 
 CH0HU8. 
 
 Oh ! don't think that ever I'll doubt you, 
 
 My love 1 will never conceal ; 
 Oh ! I'm lonely to-night, love, without you, 
 
 My darling, sweet Norali O'Neal ! 
 
 Oh I the nightingale Rings in the wild-wood, 
 
 Art if L'vary note that he know 
 Was learned from your sweet voice in childhood, 
 
 To remind me, sweet Norah, of you. 
 But I think, love, so often about you. 
 
 And you don't know how happy I feel. 
 But I'm lonely to-night, love, without you. 
 
 My darling, sweet Nora O'Neal ! 
 
 Oh I don't think that ever, &c. 
 
 Oh ! why should 1 weep tears of sorrow ? 
 
 Or why to let hope lose its place? 
 Won't I meet you, my darling, to-morrow. 
 
 And smile on your beautiful face ? 
 Will you meet me ? Oh ! say will you meet me, 
 
 With a kiss at the foot of the lane ? 
 .' nd I promise, whenever you greet me, 
 
 That I'll never be lonely again. 
 
 Oh I don't think that ever, ice. 
 
What Morah Nu|d. 
 
 KMPLY TO "NO RAH o'n E A I.'' 
 
 Ta it lonely ye are then without mo? 
 * Only wuit, anil I'll (;orno byc-ftncl-bye, 
 For moHolf'n juHt entirely rh lonely, 
 
 And, darling, I give sigh for sigh. 
 If the glance of my eye's like the star, love, 
 
 If my voice sweetly sounds on your ear. 
 In your own looks of love my eyes brighten, 
 
 And my voice tender grows when you're near. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Is it lonely ye are then without me ?. 
 
 Only wait, and I'll come bye-and-bye. 
 For meselfs just entirely as lonely, 
 
 And, darling, I give sigh for sigh. 
 
 Sure the nightingale's notes are delightful. 
 
 When he warbles, at night, in the wood, 
 And if birds taught us, colleens, love's language. 
 
 He's the sweet little birdie that could. 
 But it wasn't from him I learnt singing, 
 
 Not from nightingale, no, nor from dove ; 
 'Tis my heart in my voice makes the music, 
 
 When I sec the dear boy that I love. 
 
 Is it lonely ye arc then, &o. 
 
 Then, my darling, oh! speak not of porrow, 
 
 To her heart's core your Norah is true, 
 She knows, Dennis dear, that you love her, 
 
 And, Dennis, you know, she loves you. 
 And would ye then wr»it till to-morrow ? 
 
 While the moon shines in heaven so brigbt, 
 And the lane and the kiss so convanient, 
 
 Won't I meet you, my darling, to-night ! 
 
 And would ye then wait till to-morrow ? 
 While the moon shines in heaven so bright, 
 . And the lane and the kiss so convanient, 
 Won't I meet you, my darling, to-night ! 
 
Hi 
 
 A Matrimonial Nwindle. 
 
 Pkelino lonely as » bachelor, ., 
 
 * Sick of single life, ' 
 
 I determined just to advertise, ^^^^ ;- 
 
 To obtain a wife. 
 Answers eighty-six received, 
 Which soon I did peruse, 
 One signed, " A rose without a thorn," 
 1 immediately did choose. 
 
 An interview appointed then, 
 
 The first of April was the day. 
 When I started, all my feelings were 
 
 Of a matrimonial way. 
 Arrived at the appointed place, 
 
 A voice aicosted me, 
 With " Mr. G;-een, Sir, I believe, 
 
 The ' rosu' without a thorn ' you see. , V q 
 
 Just wait a moment I entreat. 
 
 This parci'l for me hold." 
 The rose without a thorn again 
 
 I never did behold ; 
 On the parcel there was tied a note. 
 
 Addressed it was to me. 
 That I was made an April fool, 
 
 "Too plainly I could see. 
 
 It said within, that I should find. 
 
 Kicking and alive. 
 Such a darling little rose-bud 
 
 With me she hoped 'twould thrive ; 
 
 Jis* - ■ f-? M 'i 
 
From the parcel there soon came 
 
 A phiintivc little squall, 
 I shook just like an autumn leaf, 
 
 Thought that I should fall. 
 
 Homo I arrived, sent for a nurse, 
 
 Who came and kissed the child, 
 The image of me 'twas, she said, 
 
 Which made me precious wild. 
 Said I, its, ma I never saw 
 But once in all my life, 
 " That was once too often, perhaps," she said, 
 « Pray Sir, where's your wife ?" 
 
 ". My wife, aye, there's the rub," said I, 
 
 " For one this week did advertise ; 
 
 The wife turned out to be a blank, 
 
 And this child was the prize." 
 So baichelors I would advise, 
 
 When you seek a wife, 
 In a paper do not advertise. 
 
 Or you'll rue it all your life. 
 
 Polly Perkins's Awswer. 
 
 AlU : " POLLY PERKINS." 
 
 TiTow I'm th'^ Polly Perkins 
 •'•^ That once used to be. 
 
 But now I'm Polly Tickle, i.^ j, , 
 Since Tickle wedded me ; 
 
 Now, I was a housemaid. 
 No better was seen, 
 
 And I lived with a gentleman, 
 On Kennington Green. 
 
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 CHORUS. 
 
 I was as beautiful a girl 
 
 As ever was seen, 
 So said the chalk-and-water milkman, 
 
 Of Kcnnington Green. 
 
 Chalk-and-water came a courting, 
 
 Vowed he loved mc ; 
 His love was in the " milky Way," 
 
 No brighter star was he ; 
 His words were like butter. 
 
 But the cream of this joko, 
 He stuttered and^stammered 
 
 Whenever he spoke. 
 
 I was as, &c. 
 
 A jjood milk walk he had, 
 
 His custom was good, 
 To marry him directly, 
 
 Asktd me that I would ; "' 
 
 I answered immediate. 
 
 Don't talk Kuch stuflT, 
 For me, Mr. Sky Blue, 
 
 You're not good enough. 
 
 I was as, &v. 
 
 The man I shall marry. 
 
 Must have plenty of gold, 
 Both young and handsome, 
 
 And tremendous bold ; 
 He sobbed and he cried. 
 
 As he did depart. 
 Like unto butter, 
 
 You've melted my heart. 
 
 I was as, &c. 
 
So the chalt4tid-water milkman, 
 
 So it does appear, .-^^ 
 
 Is a-running down Tickle, 
 
 So I do hear. 
 He'd better mind his business, 
 
 And his milk, too, 
 The first time I see him, 
 
 I shall let him to know, 
 
 I was as, &c 
 
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 /f ;- 
 
 Beautiful ISunligkt. 
 
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 EAUTiFUL sunlight, dearer art thou, 
 And lovelier far than the night's sable brow ; 
 How sweet 'tis to feel the glad warmth of thy beam. 
 As it dances alike o'er valley and stream. 
 Beautiful sunlight, it telleth of mirth, 
 Of joy and of hope to tlie dew-drenched earth ; 
 'Neath its smile flowers bloom and perfume the gale, 
 And the birds gaily warble their songs thro' the dale. 
 
 They may call the night lovely, but sweeter to me 
 Is the sun-lighted morn and the hum of the bee ; 
 The pale sister moon may shine bright and serene. 
 But how chill are the beams which she casts on the 
 
 scene. 
 Beautiful sunlight, dearer art thou. 
 And lovelier far than the night's sable brow ; 
 How sweet 'tis to feel the glad warmth of thy beam, 
 As it dances alike o'er valley and stream. 
 
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 The l.ost Chilli. 
 
 Ane day, as I was going by 
 
 ^ That part of Holborn christen'cl High, 
 
 I heard a loud and sudden cry. 
 
 That chill'd my very blood. 
 Out from a court, like one possest, 
 A woman ran with heaving breast, 
 She turn'd her east, she turn'd her west, 
 
 And then bounced through the mud. 
 At length her pent up frenzy 'gan to reach 
 That boiling point just capable of speech ; 
 And with a cry as wild aa ocean bird's. 
 With loud exclaim she gave her sorrow words : 
 
 '* Lord I eh dear ! my heart will break ! I shall go 
 
 stick, stark, staring wild! 
 Has ever-a-one seen anything like a lost-looking, 
 
 crying child ? 
 Lawk help me ! I don't know where to look or run, 
 
 if I only knew which way. 
 But a child as is lost in the Seven Dials, is like a 
 
 needle in a bundle of hay. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Oh I will no one tell me where he's gone ? 
 My bursting heart with grief is torn, 
 I wish I never had been been born ! 
 I've lost, I've lost my child ! 
 
 " The last time as ever I see him was with my own 
 
 two blessed motherly eyes, 
 fitting, as good as gold, in the gutter, a-making of 
 
 little dirt pies. 
 
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 Why should he leave the couit, where he was better 
 
 off than all the other boys ? 
 With two bricks, an old shoe, nine oyster shells, and 
 
 a dead kitten, by way of toys. 
 
 Oh ! will no one tell mo, &c. 
 
 " Do, good people, move on I and don't be staring like^ 
 
 a parcel of stupid stuck pigs ! 
 Saints forbid I perhaps he's inveigled up a court for 
 
 the sake of his clothes by the prigs ; *t 
 
 He'd got on nearly all his best, and they wasn't so 
 
 very much tore, ,..,.. ( 
 
 His jacket and breeches cost eighteen-pence, but I 
 
 shan't see them nor him any more, , , 
 
 Oh ! will no one tell me, &c. 
 
 " He's got on a very good pinafore, with two slits and 
 
 a burn on the breast, 
 But his shirt, it's lucky I'd in the wash-tub, or it 
 
 might have gone with the rest. "'f^ 
 
 He'd a goodish sort of hat, if the crown was sewed in, 
 
 and not so much jagged in the brim ; 
 With one shoe off, and the other shoe's a boot, and 
 
 not a fit, and you'll know it by that, if it's him. 
 
 Oh ! will no one tell me, &c. 
 
 " And if I called him a beauty it's no lie ! but only as 
 
 a mother ought to speak ; 
 I never set eyes on a handsomer face, only it hasn't 
 
 been washed for a week. 
 As for his hair, though it's red, it's the nicest hair 
 
 when I've time just to show it the comb. 
 
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 I'll owe him five pounds and a blessing besides, as 
 will bring him safe and sound home. 
 
 Oh ! will no one tell me, &c. 
 
 " He's blue eyes, not to call'd a squint, though a little 
 
 cast he has got, 
 And his nose is still a good un, though the bridge is 
 
 broke by falling over a pewter pint pot. 
 Oh ! I'd give the wide world, if the world was mine, 
 
 to clap my two longing eyes on his face ; 
 He's my darling of darlings, and if he don't come 
 
 back, you'll see me fall dead in this here place ! 
 
 Oh I will no one tell me, &c. 
 
 " I only wish I'd got him safe in these arms, oh ! 
 
 wouldn't I hug and kiss him ; 
 I never thought how precious he was, but a child 
 
 don't feel like a child till you miss him. 
 Why, there he is ! Punch and Judy hunting, the 
 
 young wretch, it's that Billy^as certain as sin ; 
 But just let me get him by the scrufif of his neck, and 
 
 I won't leave a whole bone in his skin. 
 
 " Oh ! you little varmint, aint I riled ! 
 But saints be praised ! I've found my child ; 
 With joy I shall go almost wild, 
 I've found, I've found my child. 
 I've found my child, I've found my child, 
 I've found my child, I've found my child." 
 
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 Can I ;tl'er Iforgei me valley ; or 
 
 MY GOOD OLD PATHBR'S MILL ? 
 
 rtAs I e'er forget the valley, 
 ^ Or the gentle, rippling rill. 
 Whose unwearied waters wander'd. 
 
 Through my good old father's mill ? 
 Where oft in happy childhood, * 
 
 The liquid brook I'd leap. 
 Or roam at will the wild wood. 
 
 Or climb the craggy steep. 
 
 Can I e'er forget the valley, 
 
 Or those friends to mem'ry dear, 
 Who at eventide surrounded 
 
 The easy elbow chair? 
 The group of happy faces, 
 
 In fancy still I see, 
 But, ah 1 their vacant places 
 
 Alone remain for me. 
 
 Can I e'er forget the valley, 
 
 ' Or the ivy-mantled pile. 
 
 Where those much loved forms now moulder 
 
 Within its sacred aisle ? 
 Though fortune's choicest treasure 
 
 Be mine where'er I roam. 
 Can that restore the pleasure, 
 
 Of childhood's happy home ? 
 
 -■Wy -i-jfi-^- - 
 
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 The First Oll'er of Marriage. 
 
 TliTAMMA ! do come here for a moment, 
 "^"■*" Such fun, oh ! I surely shall ilio ; 
 The Major's just gone, and, what think yo, 
 
 All the morning did nothing but «igh. 
 Oh, he is such a dear fellow, 
 
 And, you know, has plentj' of gold ; ' 
 
 Besides, he has made me an offer^ ^j^ 
 
 IJut I wish he was not quite so old. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Oh dear, I'm quite in a hurry, 
 
 Where's Papa, Henrietta and lloso ? 
 
 They'll scarcely bc.'lievo when I tell 
 The Major came liere to propose. 
 
 But now, dear Mamma just consider i 
 
 How very delightful 'twill be. 
 The clothes and the jewels he'll give me, 
 
 And the sights he will take me to see. 
 To-morrow, at half-past eleven, 
 
 Ho will come, let it snow, hail or rain, 
 When he's promised to bring me a present — 
 
 A Ix-autiful gold watch and chain. 
 
 Oh dear, &c. 
 
 Thercs Loiil Henry Grey and Sir Edward, 
 
 How highly annoyed they will feel ; 
 For now I've accepted the Major, 
 
 They'll sometimes come short of a moal. 
 Think how often you've given a dinner, 
 
 A soiree, a supper and ball. 
 And after so many expenses, 
 
 They have given ns a shprt morning call. 
 
 Oh dear, &c. 
 
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 I really can't think how I've caught hiin, 
 
 What a fortunate girl I must be ; 
 But I made up my mind I would have him, ***'- 
 
 The iirst time he came hero to tea. 
 Do you think I had nearly forgotten, 
 
 Dear Mamma, what j'ou told me to say. 
 About ten thousand pounds he must settle 
 
 On me on my wedding day. 
 
 Oh dear, &c. 
 
 Now, Mamma, pray do order the carriage. 
 
 Indeed, I must go for a drive ; 
 I'm determined to cull on the Gordons, 
 
 The Melvilles, the Foleys and Clives. 
 And then we will come back to dinner. 
 
 And afterwards go to the play, .. 
 
 Where, perhaps, we shall meet the dear Major, 
 
 To finish this fortunate day. 
 
 Oh dear, &o. 
 
 Pretty I^ittle Sarah, or ^7 a Week. 
 IUTy heart is like a pumpkin, swollen big with love, 
 *'* For one of the fairest girls in creation ! 
 She is too good for me, though I am far above 
 
 The drudgery and ill-paid of my station. 
 Her father keeps a butcher's shop, on the Harlem road ; 
 For this little virgin, of love I've got a load : 
 I've spent a fortune on her, but of that I only speak : 
 For what a fortune I must have on Seven dollars a-week. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Pretty little Sarah, lovely golden hair, 
 Her beauty jealous maidens will be scorning ; 
 
 She ought to be an angel, and if only rich I were, 
 I'd marry her so early in the morning. 
 
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 The first timo that I met hor, 'twos in the pouriog rain, 
 
 I profTered her my arm and umbrella ; 
 Shu looked with a smile ; I said I'd sec her home; 
 
 Sh<» thanked me with a voice so low and mellow. 
 When we arrived at home, she said she'd usk me in, 
 But her parents they were poor. Said I : Poverty's no 
 
 sin. 
 No doubt she thought me rich, but of course I didn't 
 
 speak, 
 For I was doing my heavy on Seven dollars a-wcek. 
 
 Pretty little Sarah, &c. 
 
 She's got a little anklr, she's got a little foot, 
 
 ^ And pretty little fingers running taper ; 
 
 Her waist is roimd and small, her mouth is best of all. 
 
 With ruby lips not twice as thick as paper. 
 She's always dressed in silks, her notions they are high ; 
 Although her features small, her bearing's in the sky. 
 When she belongs to me, of course, I never speak, 
 What lots of silks she'll get from me on Seven dollars 
 a-weck. 
 
 Pretty little Sarah, &c. 
 
 Her parents they are poor, but she's a milliner, 
 
 And earns large wages in the city : 
 Some she gives her mother for her keep and board, 
 
 The rest she spends on clothes to make her pretty. 
 She never saves a cent, though to me she says she will, 
 To pay the expense of marriage is a sugar-coated pill ; 
 And should we have a family — but too soon I must not 
 
 speak — 
 A wife and fourteen children on Seven dollars a-week ! 
 
 Pretty little Sarah, &c. 
 
The Flying Trapeze. 
 
 Ancb I was happy, but now I'm forlorn, 
 
 " Liko an old coat that is tattered and torn, 
 
 Left in this wide world to fret and to monrn — 
 
 Iletrayed by a maid in her teens. 
 The girl that I loved, she was handsome — 
 
 1 tried all 1 Jtuew, luv to please ; 
 But I could not please }u;r one linarter so well ;" 
 
 Like that man upon tht! Trapeze. 
 
 CHORDS. 
 
 He'd fly through the air with the greatest of case, 
 A daring young man on the flying Trapeze — 
 
 His movements were graceful, all girls he could please. 
 And my love he purloined away. 
 
 This young man by name was Signor Bona Slang ; 
 Tall, big and handsome, as well made as Chang ; 
 Where'er he appeared, the hall loudly rang — 
 
 With ovation from all people there. 
 He'd smile from the bar on the people below ; 
 
 And, one night, he smileu on my love, 
 She winked back at him, and he shouted : Bravo ! 
 
 As he hung by his nose up above. 
 
 He'd fly through the air, &c. 
 
 Her father and mother were both on my side, 
 And very hard tried to make her my own bride. 
 Her father he sighed, and her mother she cried, 
 
 To see her throw herself away. 
 'Twjis all of no avail : she went there every night, 
 
 And would throw him bouquets on the stage, 
 Which caused him to meet her : how he ran me down, 
 
 To tell you would make a whole page. 
 
 He'd fly through the air, &c. 
 
One nl^ht, 1, as usual, wont to hor dcftr homo, 
 
 Found there her motlur uinl father alone ; 
 
 I asked for my love : and soon they made known, 
 
 To my horror, that slieM run away ! 
 She'd packed up her I'ox and ol<fpc(l, in the night, 
 
 With him, with th«! groatest of ease : 
 From two stories high, he had loweret^hcr down, 
 
 To the ground, on his flying Trape/o ! 
 
 He'd fly through the air, &c. 
 
 Some months after this, J went to a liall. 
 Was greatly surprised to see, on the wall, 
 A bill in red letters, which did my heart gall, 
 
 That she was appearing witli him! 
 He taught hor gymnastics, and dressed her in tights. 
 
 To help him to live ui. his ease, 
 And made her assume ti masculine name. 
 
 And now she goes on the Trapeze ! 
 
 She floats through the air with the greatest of case. 
 You'd think her a man on the flying Trapeze. 
 
 She does all the work, while he takes his ease, 
 And that's what's bect»me of my love I 
 
 JVoi for Josepli. 
 
 T'vE seen a bit of gaiety throughout my short career, 
 •■• I once was foolish with my tin, but I've paid most 
 
 dear ; 
 If folks would seek to take mc in, they find it is no go ; 
 I'm almost up to every thing ; You can't got over Joe. 
 
07 
 
 CHOKUi. 
 
 Oh! dear, no! not for Joe — if he knows it — ntit for 
 
 .lostrph. 
 Oh! driir, no! not for .Tot- — not for .lowcph — oh! dear, 
 
 no! I 
 
 The other day I met ft friend, wo passed the time of 
 
 day, 
 And chatted gftily down llroadway : but ere I went 
 A a^vny, 
 I k;adiy aslted the learned swell to take a parting 
 
 Oh ! ^ -'S, said lie, T think I will : then lot it be cbira- 
 
 pagne. 
 
 bpoKEN. — No, you don't, ray dear fellow, you don't 
 get champa;;;ne out of .foseph. 
 
 Oh I dear, no ! not, &c. 
 
 §omo time ago, a friend of mine, he ankcd mo out to 
 
 dine, ;•*'>; 
 
 And there he introduced me to one he calli-d divine : 
 
 Ho said siie'd make a charming wiA", und l.ad such 
 
 lots of tin : 
 
 , . «... ji 
 
 A widow, only forty-two : go in my boy, and win. 
 
 Si'OKKN. —Matrimony and lots of money, and a widow 
 only forty-two — well, the m<.in<,'y ih very good, but 
 then — the widow. 
 
 Oh ! d(ar, no! not, &c. 
 
 Of late, in town, there was a fuss about the Japs so 
 grand ; ^ 
 
 And also of the Russians, Avho visited our land ; 
 
 And the country-companies we greeted with hearty 
 cheers. 
 
 We know they have been received well by the New 
 York Volunteers. 
 
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 Spoken. — What a glorious thing it is to fight and 
 die for your country f What can be mere glorious 
 than a bullet in your eye ? What can be more pain- 
 ful than a bullet in the eye ? Nothing, I should 
 think — 
 
 Oh ! dear, no! not, &o. ., 
 
 And now, perhaps, I ve sung my song, you might be 
 
 in the cue. 
 To sliow your kind acknowledgment, but that with 
 
 me won't do ; 
 As for to-night, I've done my best, and that you ought 
 
 to know : 
 So, if you want a song again, don't try it on with Joe ! 
 
 Oh ! dear, no ! not, &c. 
 
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 .. Wit , 
 
 The Big l^iiin-Flower. 
 
 HERB is a charm, I can't explain, 
 
 About a girl I've seen, 
 And my heart beats fast when she goes past, 
 
 In a dark dress trimmed with green. 
 Her eyes are bright as evening stars, 
 
 So lovely and so shy, 
 And the folks all stop and look around 
 
 Whenever she goes by. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 And I feel just as happy as a big Sun-flower, 
 That nods and bends in the breezes, 
 
 .\nd my heart is as light as the wind that blows 
 The leaves from off the treeses. 
 
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 As time passed on and we became 
 
 Like friends of olden time, 
 I thought the question I would pop 
 
 And ask her to be mine. 
 But the answer I received next day 
 
 How could she treat me so, 
 For instead of being mine for life 
 
 Sl;e simply answered, No. 
 
 And I feel, &c. 
 
 I called next day, dressed in my best, 
 
 My fair one for to see, 
 And asked her if she would explain 
 ' Why she had jilted me. 
 She said she really felt quite sad, 
 
 To cause me such distress, 
 And when I said, Now do be mine, 
 
 Why of course she answered, Yes. 
 
 And I feel, &c. 
 
 T 
 
 The Gypsy's Warning. 
 
 RUST him not, gentle lady, 
 
 Though his voice be low and sweet. 
 Heed not him who kneels before thee. 
 
 Softly pleading at thy feet. 
 Now thy life is in its morning : 
 Cloud not this thy happy lot ; 
 Listen to the Gypsy's warning, 
 Gentle lady, trust him not. 
 3 
 
TO 
 
 Lady, once there lived a maicien, 
 
 Young and pure, and like thee fair ; 
 Yet he wooed, he wooed and won her, 
 
 Thrilled her gentle heart with care. 
 Then he heeded not her weeping, 
 
 He cared not her life to save I 
 Soon she perished— jiow she's sleeping 
 
 In the cold and silent grave ! » 
 
 Lad)', turn not from mo so coldly : 
 
 For I have only told the truth, 
 From a stern and withering sorrow. 
 
 Lady, 1 would shield thy youth. 
 I would shield thee from all danger, 
 
 Shield thee from the tempter's snare ; 
 Lady, shun the dark-eyed stranger, 
 
 I have warned thee — now beware. 
 
 Take your gold, I do not want it. 
 
 Lady, I have prayed for this, 
 For the hour that I might foil him, 
 
 And rob him of expected bliss. 
 Ave, I see thou art filled with wonder 
 
 A^ my look so fierce and wild, 
 Lady, in the church-yard yonder, 
 
 Sleeps the Gypsy's only child. 
 
'-ti. 
 
 I>o not Heed Her Warning. 
 
 AN8WER TO THE GYPSY'S WARNING, 
 
 T ADV, do not heed her warning', -"I 
 
 ^ Trust me, thou shalt find mo true ; 
 Constant as the light of morning 
 
 I will ever be to you. * " 
 
 Lady, I will not deceive thee. 
 
 Fill thy guileless heart with woe ; 
 Trust me, lady, and believe me, .^ 
 Sorrow thou shalt never know. 
 
 Lady, every joy would perish. 
 
 Pleasures all would wither fast, '- 
 If no heart could love and cherish, 
 
 In this world of storm and blast • 
 E'en the stars that gleam above thee, 
 
 Shine the brightest in the night ; 
 So would he who fondly loves thee,, 
 
 In the darkness, be thy light. v,,, 
 
 Down beside the flowing river, 
 Where the dark-green willow weeps, 
 
 Where the leafy branches quiver, 
 There a gentle maiden sleeps : 
 
 In the morn, a lonely stranger 
 Comes and lingers many hours, 
 
 Lady, he's no heartless ranger, 
 
 For he strews her grave with flowers. 
 
 Lady, heed thee not her wanring. 
 
 Lay thy sot? white hand in mine : 
 For I seek no fairer laurel 
 
 Than the constant love of thine. 
 When the silver moonlight brightens. 
 
 Thou shalt slumber on my breast, 
 Tender words thy soul shall lighten, 
 
 Lull thy^spirit into rest. 
 
y ■.:■ Vv- %; -^ ■:■:- -'I. 
 
 ' Swinging in the liane. *** 
 
 TJow oft wo talked of childhood's joys, ^ 
 •^^ Of tricks we used to play ' 
 
 Upon each other, while at school, 
 
 To pass the tiuio away. 
 But, oh I how often have 1 longed 
 \ For those bright days again, 
 When little rosy Nell and I \ , , , 
 
 Went swinging in the lane ! ' 
 
 CHOKUB. 
 
 But yet I'd give the world to be - 
 With rosy Nell again, , ,.| 
 
 ; I never, never will forget 
 Our swinging in the lane ! 
 
 The boys and girls would often go 
 
 • A-fishing in the brooks. 
 
 With spools of thread fnr fishing-lines. 
 
 And bended pins for hoolis ; 
 They sometimes wished me with them, but 
 
 They always wished in vain ; 
 
 I'd rather be with rosy Nell, 
 
 A-swinging in the lane. 
 
 But yet I'd, &c. 
 
 But soon a cloud of sorrow came — 
 A strange young man, from town, 
 
 Was introduced to rosy Nell 
 By Aunt Jemima Brown. 
 
 She stayed away from school next day — 
 The truth to me was plain^- 
 
 She'd gone with that there city chap, 
 
 A-swinging in the lane. 
 
 But vet I'd, &c. 
 
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 »»■>(( ?. ^*^^ "^^^ young men with tender hearts, } 
 
 Pray tfike advice from mo : 
 ^ ,,,, Dcn't be so quick to lall in lovo 7/ j 
 
 ,^;^0j ^ '"^^'^'^ every girl you see ; ., . ^^^^ 
 
 For If yo'l do, you soon will fiiul "' 
 
 You've only loved in vain ; 
 She'll go olf wiiili some other chap, .Mtf : •!< » 
 oiXl 5*. , A-swinging in the lane. 
 
 But yet I'd, &c. 
 
 * , Walking iu the Zoo. g? t>> 
 
 >Phe Stilton, sir, the cheese, the 0. K. thing to do, 
 ■*• On Sunday afternoon, is to toddle in the Zoo ; 
 Week-days may do for Cads, but not for me and you, 
 So dress'd right down the road, wo show them v.ho 
 is who. 
 
 ,t)l?S. .jJiii iMy. CH0KU8. . lit -li'l 
 
 The walking in the Zoo, walking in the Zoo, 
 
 The O. K. thing on Sunday is the walking in the Zoo. 
 
 Walking in the Zoo, walking in the Zoo, 
 
 The O. K. thing on Sunday is the walking in the Zoo. 
 
 So when there came to town, my pretty cousin L., 
 I took her off to spend a Sunday at the Zoo ; 
 
 I show'd her the aquarium, the tiger, the Zebu, 
 The elephant, the eland, that cuss the kangaroo. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 That Sunday in the Zoo, that Sunday in the Zoo, 
 It's jolly with a pretty girl walking in the Zoo. , 
 
 Walking in the Zoo, walking in the Zoo, 
 The 0. K. thing on Sunday is the walking in the Zoo. 
 
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 I show'd her the swellesses, and all the fashions new, 
 
 Gills with golden locks, girls with black hair too, 
 (Walnut gives the black, champagne the golden hue,) 
 All the beautiful for ever that Madame Rachel knew. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Oh ! the walking in the Zoo, walking in the Zoo, 
 The monkeys put us to the blush on Sunday at the 
 
 Zoo. 
 Walking in the Zoo, walking in the Zoo, 
 The 0. K. thing on Sunday is the walking in the Zoo. 
 
 So in the monkey house our going in to woo, 
 Piling up the agony, swearing to be true ; ^m 
 
 Agony, indeed, for the cheerful cockatoo. 
 
 Caught my ear a nip, and bit it through and through. 
 
 -^^■^^ CHORUS. 
 
 Oh ! that cheerful cockatoo, that awful cockatoo, 
 Tlie horror and the agony that Sunday in the Zoo. . 
 
 m4i 
 
 M^:' ■>it-! -^ffT 
 
 Bitter Beer. 
 
 ■puB subject of my little song, 
 * Is one I hold most dear, 
 It supports out constitution. 
 
 And it will for many a year. 
 John Bull would surely be defunct, 
 Or else look rather queer, 
 ^ If Bass & Co. should cease to brew 
 
 Their glorious " Bitter Beer."* 
 
If 
 
 CHORUS. ,,;. 
 
 Allsop, Bass & Co., they each deserve a monument, so 
 
 give them while we're here, 
 Three cheers for Bass and Allsop, and their gloriou.«» 
 
 " Bitter Beer." 
 
 .,,.., ^, I've tasted " Hock " and Claret too. 
 
 Madeira and Moselle : ., 
 
 .. Not one of those boshy wine- 
 Revives this languid swell. v ' v .. 
 ; ' Of all complaints from "A to Z," - , 
 
 The fact is very clear, 
 ' ' ■■■'■.■■' There's no disease but what's been cured 
 ■' By Bass's " Bitter Beer." 
 
 Allsop, Bass & Co., &c. 
 
 I've lived in Scotland many year.s, .,, 
 
 , ; > And drank its mountain dew, 
 V' i, I don't deny but what it's good, ,; . ; 
 
 And a stimulant, it's true. 
 ;., I'm far from being prejudiced, ,, 
 
 As many think, I fear, - 
 
 But give to me a cooling draught ;?- 
 
 Of Bass's "Bitter Beer.'" ' 
 
 Allsop, Bass & Co., kc. 
 * Pronounced " Bit-tah Bee-ah." 
 
 The Taller Gal that Winked at Me. 
 
 (As SUNG BY THE WbBER TkOUPB.) 
 
 VouR attention I ask for a while, 
 * To a song I'm going to sing you. 
 It's about a pretty yaller gal I met while I was walking, 
 And she threw such a glance at me — 
 
She was pretty and sweet as a flower, 
 
 Such clothes you never did see — 
 She'd a darling little bonnet with a flower-garden on it, 
 
 Had the yaller gal that winked at me. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Oh, my ! she looked 60 sweet and she dressed so neat, 
 With her tilting-hoops and pretty little feet, 
 jA s she went skipping along. 
 Pretty little yaller gal I met while I was walking, 
 As she skipped across the gutter, my heart went in a 
 flutter, 
 
 For the yaller gal that winked at me. 
 
 I immediately asked her name. 
 
 And she said it was Lucinda ; 
 She said I was a stunner, and for life that I had won her. 
 
 And that married wo should be. 
 So, I'd dress up, and I'd walk by her house. 
 
 Every aftcrnnon, about three. 
 And I'd glance up at the window, for to see my dear 
 Lucinda, 
 
 She's the yaller gal that winked at me. 
 
 Oh, my ! she looked, &c. 
 
 Oh ! you should have seen her, on her wedding day — 
 
 She was handsome as a Venus — 
 When the Parson made us one, ah I then the thing 
 was done, 
 
 And I never felt so happy in my life. 
 So I've bought a little place out of town — 
 
 If you go by, step in and see — 
 You'll be welcomed by a wife that's as dear to me as life, 
 
 She's the yaller gal that winked at me. 
 
 Oh, my ! she looked, &c. 
 
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 The SaiiNage Hffaebliic. 
 
 A liorriblo fjile I'm nl.ioiit to nufdlfl, 
 ^^ Of n cortnin Ptnlc Ou toiler, -\vlio Fanpa{?H.s sold, 
 Who iVom luoinin;,' till mVlit always (lid hucIi atmde, 
 That his sausages wore by machinery mrde. 
 Little children who lived in the neighbourhood round, 
 By dozens were lost and could never be found ; 
 
 Till at length he one morning was bowled out quite 
 clean, ...... 
 
 When he chopped up a man in his Sausage Machine. 
 
 Mr, Grabem, an officer, once to him went, ' ' ". • 
 With a writ that the Sheriff had issued for rent ; 
 Bone sharpened his knife and said with a grin, l V.,si-. 
 "Are you quite sure that nobody saw you come in?'' 
 Mr. Grabem said, " Yes."' Tken said Bone with a shout, 
 " I'll take deuced good care no one sees you come out." 
 Then he, Avith a sharp knife, Grabem's head cut olf 
 
 clean. 
 And then flung him into the Sausage Machine ! : : 
 
 In a very few moments poor Grabem was ground 
 
 Into savoury sausages, four-pence a pound ; 
 
 Bone flavored him up with pepper and spice, 
 
 The customers thought that they smelt very nice ; ''"' 
 
 And hundreds that day helped poor Grabem to eat, 
 
 And a luxury thought it to get such a treat ; 
 
 And at eight o'clock, made into hot pork pies. 
 
 He, with baked beans, made a good supper for boys. 
 
 No one need have known what did Grabem befall. 
 Had not Bone, like a flat, chopped him up clothes and 
 
 all. 
 Some folks went back to him and said, very wroth, 
 " We never knew sausages were made out of cloth !" 
 
While others did say, " Tie was worse than ft brute, 
 To inin{>ltio tluit tllcy foiiUl (litest lui old boot;" 
 Said tbcy, " Tlicy'rc jnui;,'lit cls<! but biaco buttons iind 
 
 rags,— 
 No wonder tliat iblUs cull 'cw ' Mystery bags.'" - 
 
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 As Grabem was niissing and eonbln't be found. 
 
 One of bis fellovv-niates to Bone's shop went round ; , 
 
 It must have been instintt by which he eoidd tell, 
 
 He the sausages eyed as if hu knew tlieni well. 
 
 He purchased a pound and them home with him took, 
 
 IJut he thought he'd dissect them before he'd them 
 
 cook ; 
 
 And the very first one that he laid on his plate, 
 
 Was enough to convince him of poor (Irabem's fate. 
 
 From the sausage he drew, with a terrible frown, 
 The writ that poor Grabem had taken to bone ; 
 While out from another, a portion he took, 
 Of the hand he so often in friendship had shook. '^- "^ 
 He, to Bone's, like a man of his senses bereft, 
 Went and seized all the sausages he had got left; 
 But Bone, 'stead of standing it out like a brick, 
 Hung himself to a hook, and the bucket did kick. 
 
 Twelve Jurymen then on the sausages sat, 
 
 And this was the verdict they did arrive at : 
 
 '< We find Mr. Grabem has been chopped up clean, 
 
 By being thrown into a Sausage Machine ; 
 
 And as prime beef sausages have been purveyed, 
 
 And the purchasers thus have been cannibals made." 
 
 When you're sausages eating, you'll oft think, I ween, 
 
 Of poor Grabem's fate, and the Sausage Machine. 
 
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 10 
 
 *' Mamma WonH BrinK Me Out/* « 
 
 Aiii : "kauly in thk mornino." 
 
 Ah I I am n liorrid pet, 
 
 ^ Mammas arc such a stupid set ; 
 'J'lio Hvc-loiif^ (lay I fret and pout, 
 Because mamma won't brinj,' mc out, 
 
 CH01U7K. 
 
 Heiglio ! it's so provoking, 
 Heigho! it's so provoking, 
 ITcigho! it's so provoking, 
 My ma won't bring mo out. 
 
 v'i*' Next birthday sixteen I shall be, 
 
 I'm big enough for twenty-three ; 
 
 In proportion I am stout. 
 
 And yet mamma won't bring me out. 
 
 Heigho! it'<», &c. 
 
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 There's Angelina Clara Ch'ccn, 
 
 Only just turned seventeen, 
 
 Allowed to go to ball or rout, 
 
 And yet mamma won't bring me out. 
 
 Heigho ! it's, &o. 
 
 As James the footman said one night, 
 If I eloped, 'twould servo ma right ; 
 And John, the groom, when riding out, 
 Declared ma ought to bring me out. 
 
 Heigho ! it's, &c. 
 
 Heigho ! oh dear, what shall I do — 
 Gentlemen, I appeal to you ; 
 Your opinion, if prejudice without. 
 If fit for ma to bring me out. 
 
 Heigho 1 it's, &c. 
 
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 But oh ! how joyouH it would be, 
 
 A gentleman to fancy mo ; 
 
 Maiinna, thru, I would do witluiut, 
 
 l\Iy liusl)and he would bring nio out. '^ 
 'J'liat woidd b(f (dtmiuiug, > .,,. ^ 
 
 That wouhl Ix- fbaruiing, ,ji 
 
 That would be charming, 
 Now who will bring mo out? 
 
 :%.'V.- I, 
 
 
 Ah ! that Blii^h hath Told the Mtory. 
 
 Jl u ! that blush hath told the story, 
 *^ Which thy lips would fuin conceal. 
 And hath painted in bright colors, 
 
 What thy pure heart doth feel. 
 'Tis in vain thy eyelids drooping, 
 Seek to hide the flame divine, 
 ['■ For thy cheeks' bright crimson roues 
 Say that pure heart is mine. 
 
 Thy soft hand in mine linger'd, 
 
 Whilst my love I strove to tell ; ■.^^ 
 Yet no answering pressure told me ■ > 
 
 That thy heart approved it well. 
 Nor hath word or act betrayed thcc 
 
 Cold hath boim each look of thine ; 
 But that blush hath told the story. 
 
 And I know thy heart is mine. 
 
 IT 
 
 V:' I'J' 
 

 111 .«<•! ''in fn<]l 
 , l..r.'. 
 ' t«fA 
 
 Gay Toil II); Clerk In a I>ry-GoodN 
 
 Htorc 
 
 All liston now, nnd I'll siii^ u Ronj^,'^ ♦jMrni- i 
 ^ How arc yoii linllcH, liowdy ? 
 I'll sing it all, for it woJi't tako lonpr, 
 
 Ah ! latlios, ha-lia 1 
 It's about a chap, perhaps you know, 
 I'm told Ik- is " Nobody's h<MU," 
 15ut may b(^ you all knew (hat bcforo, 
 Ho'8 a lively clerk in a dry-goods store. 
 
 •» - CHORUS. , -. 
 
 Oh ! Afiustus Dolphus is his uaino, .„.« 
 From Sliiddyiuudiiik they say ho camo, 
 |[*;'s a handsunio man, and he's proud and poor, 
 This gay young clerk in a dry-goods store. 
 
 Tlis eyes they are of a dark sky-bluo, '* '•"1'^ ^* 
 
 How are you, ladies, howdy ? '''^i 
 
 His hair light brown, and his mustaehe too, '''i'-^ "^ ^ 
 Ah I ladies, ha-ha ! ^i*'" T^ t"'^ 
 
 Add he wears eye-glasses on his nose, wk. il»(> 
 And ho never looks down at his toes, ouf JhH 
 
 For fear he'll fall on a cellar door, 
 This dashing clerk in a dry-goods store. 
 
 Oh ! x\ugustus, &c. 
 
 :t 
 
 
 He wears sidc-whlskcvs on his jaws, 
 
 IIow are you, ladies, howdy ? 
 Won t none of you hear him for his cause ? 
 
 Ah ! ladies, ha-ha ! 
 Why almost every lady knows * 
 
 He's a nice young man, for he wears good clothes, 
 He's a handsome chap as I said before, 
 He's a gay young clerk in a dry-goods store. ,^ 
 
 Oh I Augustus, &c. 
 
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 He gmiles at all the girls he meetR, C***^* 
 
 How are you, ladies, howdy ? 
 And you Kmile at him on the crowded streets, 
 
 Ah ! ladies, ha-ha I .j 
 
 Why don't you make him " come to taw ?" !|' j 
 
 I know he wants a mother-in-law ; /, 
 
 ])o as your parents did before, , 
 
 You, and the cJerk in the dry-goods store. 
 
 Oh ! Augustus, &c. 
 
 Bad liuck to the I>ay. 
 
 TjAn luck to the day that I h-ft tUc: ould sod! 
 
 ■^ Batherashin, hatherashin, hathcrashin, bother I 
 
 A spot that is dearer my feet never trod, 
 
 Batherashin, biithorashin, bathcrasliin, bother ! 
 It's sighin' I am all the night and tho day. 
 For my own darling homo beyant tlie wide say ! 
 
 Och hone! why did I hail away ? 
 
 Batherashin, bathcrasl»in, batherashin, bother !.. 
 
 They told mt; tb(; Strtiets were all covered with gold, 
 
 Batherashin, batherashin, batherashin, bother ! 
 But when I arrived, by the powers I was sold, 
 
 Batherashin, batherashin, batherashin, bother I 
 I sigh for the pigs and the whiskey galore. 
 But my Kathleen's bright (iyes I sigh for still more I 
 
 Och hone ! why did I sail away ? 
 
 Batherashin, batherashin, batherashin, bother I 
 
 I'm roving abotit for I never can rest, 
 Batherashin, batherashin, batherashin, bother I 
 
 My heart is a bird that is robbed of its nest, 
 Batherashin, hatherashin, batherashin, bother ! 
 
My caljin at home, though it's poor it may be, 
 Sure tlio mud on its walls is precious to me I 
 
 Orb hone ! why did I sail away ? 
 . BathtirtKhin, bathenishin, batberashin, bother ! 
 
 Ould Ireland, my jewel, I'm coming to you, 
 
 ^ Batherashin, batlierasliin, batberanhin, bother ! 
 
 Bad luck to the day that I bid you adieu, 
 
 Batherasliin, batlieriisbin, batherashin, botfaer ! 
 My pipe in my mouth, my shillelagh to fling, 
 Sur<j I wouldn't at home change place wid a king! 
 
 Och hone ! why did I sail away ? 
 
 Batherashin, batherashin, batherashin, bother ! 
 
 Broken EngliHli. 
 
 T am one bully Zouave man, 
 
 * Americans I greet! 
 
 B^or I have been to New York once, 
 
 And lodge in Broadway street. 
 I spoke not much American, ^H 
 
 Pardon if I am frank ; "r 
 
 I am your most obedient, 
 
 For I like much ze Yank. 
 
 I like ver' mooch your big hotel. 
 
 Your steamboats and big lakes; 
 Your Indian corns and pumskin piet--, 
 
 Fish-balls and buckram cakes. 
 And zen your charmant lager beer, 
 
 Zem Dutchmen drink by pails ; 
 But I like most your Yankee girls, 
 
 And what you call cock-tails. 
 
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 ■,-,■■.:..;..;■:■:•:•■■, 84/ 
 
 I welcome you to la belle France, 
 
 Our brilliant, gay Paris ! 
 For here is center'd all ze world, 
 
 Its beauties for to see : 
 For cv'ry street is magnifique, 
 
 But view them near or far ; ''MJ 
 
 The Champs Elysees promenade, 
 
 Upon les Boulevards. 
 
 Zis glorious entente cordiale ' 
 
 Vill make us brozers true ; 
 We'll faithful be to Jonathan, 
 ■* "'^ And you shall love " Mossoo." 
 Wij5 such a splendid alliance. 
 
 We'll have no famille jars ; 
 For when yoxi shout, " Vive I'Empereur !"' 
 
 We'll wave your stripes and stars. 
 
 Tike Kiss. 
 
 flNE kiss in parting, dearest, allow it, 
 
 ^ 'Tis for thee, 'tis for thee, 'tis for thee ; 
 
 Lips like a ruby tempt to bestow it. 
 
 Shall it be ? shall it be ? shall it be ? 
 One kiss, only one, what will it cost ? 
 If you allow it, nothing is lost. 
 Chief of my blisses, I shall receive, 
 Such gentle kisses — easy to give. 
 One kiss not amiss is a loving kiss, 
 If you bestow it no one will know ; 
 Blessed in receiving, blessed to bestow — 
 No one is near, no one will see, no one will hear. 
 
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 Do not refuse it, such pleasure giving, " .r<>l 
 
 Too quickly passing, not one trace leaving ; ,- 
 
 Grudge not the treasure — are you a miser ? .+/! 
 Doth it surprise her one craves it so? rifj 
 
 Sweet seal of friendship, fair sign of love, 
 
 Why should one not prize it, far more than money ? 
 
 Sweet is the fragrant flower stored with honey. 
 
 No more delaying, love, give it to me, ''i 
 
 Ah, do! ah, do! ah, do! ah, do! 
 
 One little kiss, ah ! can you refuse it ? 
 
 You who bestow it little will lose, 'W^'f/ 
 
 Ah ! don't refuse, ah ! don't refuse. , nl 
 
 'j«. 
 
 >ii! 
 
 The Beautiful Waltzer. 
 
 ■llnE ball.room'ji the place where Cupid can sport, 
 
 * Where many a heart has been heedlessly caught, 
 
 In clasping a hand, or in cii'cling around, 
 
 So many a fellow his future has found. 
 
 I'm one of the number just caught in the snare. 
 
 The last ball it cost me full many a care ; 
 
 I think of one only, so lovely is she, ?,tVi ^*/% 
 
 That beautiful walt2a3r who danced with me. -- 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 The beautiful waltzer who danced with me, 
 
 Danced with me, danced with me ; 
 
 I'm sure that an equal I never shall see. 
 
 To the beautiful waltzer who danced with me. 
 
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 Her foot was encased in the smallest of shoes, 
 
 And I think that her gloves must havo been number 
 
 twos; 
 Her dress, to describe it indeed it were vain, 
 For just fifty yards did she have to her train ; > 
 
 Her hair it was fixed in the latest of styles, 
 Her face was adorned with the sweetest of smiles ; 
 Of all who were there but one could I see, 
 'Twas the beautiful waltzer who danced with me. 
 
 V 
 
 When supper was ready I acted my best. 
 
 In serving my charmer, and slighting the rest; 
 
 I clasped her white hand and wished it were mine, 
 
 I nibbled the dainties and sipped at the wine ; 
 
 I wished that forever our supper might last. 
 
 For she said how delightful the time it had passed ; 
 
 When a gent advanced quickly and took her from me, 
 
 For his wife was the waltzer who danced with me. 
 
 Tlie Afternoon Wc Met. 
 
 riNE afternoon in the month of June, 
 
 ^ About the hour of three, 
 
 My heart went with a charming girl, 
 
 Who smiled as she passed by me. 
 I saw her drop by accident 
 
 A dainty little glove ; 
 I picked it up, and she gave me 
 
 A winning glance of love. 
 
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 CHORUS. '^iJ3B»i»l 
 
 And she smiled the sweetest smile ; 
 
 Ah, you should have seen her style, 
 She's the prettiest little creature ever seen, 
 
 She's her mamma's only pet ; 
 I often think of the happy time, 
 
 And the afternoon we met. 
 
 She thanked me then, and asked me if 
 
 Some evening I would call, 
 And take her to the opera, 
 
 Or to a fancy Ball. 
 I bade good-by, with a heavy sigh, 
 
 To this pretty little queen ; 
 She waved her fan and left me, oh ! 
 
 'Twas like a fairy dream. 
 
 , .jsg, And she smiled, &c. 
 
 In the ball-room next I met her, i 
 
 And there she held full sway ; 
 We danced, and then I asked her 
 
 If she'd be mine some daj'. 
 She whispered, " Yes," so sweetly, .^ ■ 
 
 As I clasped her to my breast, 
 That's why I'm dressed so gay and fine, 
 
 Now can't you guess tlie rest? 
 
 And she smiled, &c. 
 
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 88 
 
 In tbere Room AmoiiK ilic Angels ? 
 
 [s there room among the angels 
 For the spirit of your child ? 
 Will they take your little Mary 
 In their loving arms sc mild ? 
 Will they ever love me fondly 
 
 As my story-books have said ? 
 Will they find a home for Mary, 
 Mary numbered with the dead ? 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Tell me once again, dear mother, 
 Tell your darling little child, 
 
 Is there room among the angels, 
 In their loving arms so mild ? 
 
 I have sorely tried you, mother — 
 
 Been to you a constant care ; 
 And you will not miss me, mother, 
 
 When I dwell among the fair ! 
 For you have no room for JVlary — 
 
 She was ever in your way, 
 And she fears the; good will shun her ; 
 
 Will they, darling mother, say ? 
 
 Tell me once, &c. 
 
 I was not so wayward, niother — 
 
 Not so very, very ba i, 
 But your tender love w ould nourish 
 
 And make Mary's heart so glad 1 
 Oh ! I yearn for pure affection 
 
 In this world of bitter woe 1 
 And I long for bliss immortal 
 
 In that land where I must go. 
 
 Tell me once, &c. 
 
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 There is no More :9riirht than Bay. 
 
 Ah! don't be sorrowful, darling, "I 
 
 And don't be sorrowful, pray; '"'^^v 
 
 For taking the world together, my dear, ^ 
 !»/i There is no more night than day ; 'j ''J^"' 
 
 We are old folks now, my darling, f, . 
 
 Our heads are growing gray ; ■natA ■>ii'c' 
 
 But taking the year all round, my dear, -^ 
 You will always find the May. 
 
 CHORUS. tf^Jl.n 
 
 Then don't be sorrowful, darling, /^l 
 
 . Don't bo sorrowful, pray ; am m^i 
 
 For taking the year together, my doar,,g m':yft 
 There is no more night than day.«oijtil oJ 
 
 'Tis rainy weather, my darling, %f . 
 
 Time's waves they heavily run, ;^ 
 
 ?.i.;/ ^iput taking the year together, my deav, 
 There is no more cloud than sun. 
 When we have had our May, my darling, 
 
 And our roses long ago, *^ 
 
 And the time of year is coming, my dear, ^vteW 
 For the silent night and the snow. 
 
 Then don't be, &c. I ^ 
 ■ ■. , - ■ ... itaA 
 
 And God is God, my darling, ,.,^f 
 
 , , . ., Of night, as well as of day ; :,'. i'^i 
 
 ..,, ' We feel and know that we can go ; 
 
 Wherever He leads the Way ; 
 
 ; J ,'.4 sJ-jl.w 
 
 Ah, God of the night, my darling, . ^^-^^ -4^^i 
 
 Of the night of death so grim — 
 The gate that leads out of life, good wife, ,^, ,,.|; 
 
 Is the gate that leads to Him. 
 ,o4 ,hL . Then don't be, &c. 
 
90 
 
 •' I liOve a lattle Bami^el. 
 
 T love a little dnmsel with a pretty little face, 
 
 * And she's jumped in my aft'ectionH, in my heart 
 
 she stole a place ; 
 She dresses neat and stylish, the men they sigh and 
 
 stare, 
 She knows they're dead in love with her, and yet she 
 
 does not care. 
 For I'm the one she fancies, tiiough you nuiy not 
 
 think it true, 
 But if you knew our meeting-place, you'd often see us 
 
 two ; 
 I'm sure we love each other, and I'm her only heau ; 
 We've got a little trysting-place, and wouldn't you like 
 
 to know ? 
 
 CHOUfS. 
 
 For the girls they arc so very fascinating, 
 Our affections they are always captivating, 
 With their flirting and their pouting they deceive you, 
 But really this is not the case with me. 
 
 Her father he's an artist, her mother takes in clothes, 
 While my handsome little charmer, to help along, she 
 
 sews. 
 I go down to her mansion, I sit and hold the thread, 
 And over that there's many a kiss and loving word 
 
 heen said. 
 We talk like most of lovers, and coo like turtle-doves, 
 I've spent my weekly income in perfume, and fans, 
 
 and gloves. 
 Last night I popped the question, and on one knee 
 
 did go ; 
 Her answer was — I dare not tell — but wouldn't you 
 
 like to know ? 
 
 For the girls, &c. 
 
SI 
 
 My heart is like a feather, I scarce know wlmt to do, 
 My sweetheart, like her lover, says she feels contented, 
 
 too ; 
 But perhaps you'll slightly wondwr what makes our 
 
 spirits high ; 
 It is hecause wu are engaged to l»e married hye-and-hy. 
 Terhaps you'd like to see us when to the church we 
 
 walk. 
 For among the upper circles the matcli is all the talk. 
 I love to tliink my sweetness will then no longer 8«!W, 
 Her name I must not tell you — but wouldn't you like . 
 
 to know ? 
 
 For the girls, &c. 
 
 Parting Whispers. 
 
 THRICE the flowers have bloomed and faded 
 . Since we first as classmates met, ;,„,, f 
 Happy scenes before us crowding, 
 Mem'ry whispers, " ne'er forget." 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Tarry, oh ye golden moments. 
 Breaking not the holy spell ; 
 Let us linger on the threshold, 
 
 E'er we breathe the last farewell, p: 
 
 ■^^ 
 Now we clasp our hands in parting, 
 
 And the tears will rise unseen 
 As we turn away, ouv footsteps 
 Echoing many years between. 
 
 Tarry, oh ye, &c. 
 
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 All this tolling is bxit sowing ; 
 
 When the reaping slmll ho o'er, 
 Mfty wo find in heaven's own ^'arn< r, 
 
 Golden Kheaves we })onnd before. 
 
 Tarry, oh yc, &<•. 
 
 As we tliink of life's stern duties, 
 Mingling rise our hopes and fears, 
 
 Oh, may glorious victories wait us 
 In the rolling tide of years. 
 
 Tarry, oh ye, Ac. 
 
 (Iladly let us hail the future. 
 
 Strong to battle and to win 
 Sadly leave the past forever, 
 
 And life's noble work begin. 
 
 Tany, oh ye, &c. 
 
 May our paths to-day dividing, 
 
 When the earthly toil is past, """ 
 
 Lead us all where tears of sorrow 
 
 Seem as pearls in heaven at last. " "' 
 
 Tarry, oh ye, ,ki% • 
 
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 Six 0'€l<K'5r 1». M. 
 
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 HE workshops open wide their doors 
 At six o'clock P. M. 
 And workmen issue forth by scores 
 
 At six o'clock P. M. 
 Of all the minutes in array, 
 Of hours that go to make the day. 
 There's none so welcome, so they say, 
 ' As six o'clock P. M. 
 
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 How many childicn show delight •. 
 
 At six o'clock P. M. 
 How many homes are rondcrod bright 
 
 At six o'clock P, M. 
 How many little happy feet 
 do out into the busy street, 
 With joyous bounds papa to meet, 
 
 At six o'clock P.M. 
 
 Thousands of tables draped in white 
 
 At six o'clock P. M. 
 The gathered families invite 
 
 At six o'clock P. M. 
 And as they eat the frugal fare 
 They quite forget their toil and care, , 
 And drop their heary burdens there, 
 
 At six o'clock P. M. 
 
 Then blow, ye shrieking whistles, blow 
 
 At six o'clock P. M., 
 And let the weary toilers go 
 
 At six o'clock P. M. ; 
 Ring out, releasing bells, ring out ! 
 And bid the welkin take the shout, 
 And echo it all round about, 
 
 « 'Tia six o'clock P. M." 
 
 A Year Ago To-]¥ifi;bt. 
 
 TJow long since we parted, dear Maud, 
 ** By the side of the old wicker gate ? 
 How long since I bid thee farewell, 
 To struggle with fortune and fate ? 
 
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 You pledged to be faithful to me, 
 To love me, my own, my delight ; 
 
 T gave a gold ring unto thee, 
 Just a year ago, this to-night. , 
 
 CHORUS. ^^ 
 
 I gave a gold ring unto thee, 
 Just a year ago, this to-night, love, 
 Just a year ago this to-night. 
 
 Art thou still sp fair, pretty Maud, 
 
 Thy checks just so blushing and red, 
 As though they were lilies at first, 
 
 Soft kissed by the sun overhead ? 
 Thine eyes so true and enchanting. 
 
 Thy heart so happy and light, 
 As when I did give thee a ring. 
 
 Just a year ago, this to-night ? 
 
 I gave a gold ring, &c. 
 
 I soon shall return, pretty Maud, 
 
 To crown thee my own little bride ; 
 I love thee more dearly than all, 
 
 For thou art my treasure, my pride ; 
 Let that be my token of love, 
 
 Till happy our hearts shall unite, 
 The ring that I gave thee, my dove, 
 
 Just a year ago, this to-night. 
 
 I gave a gold ring, &c. 
 
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 UVUer^'m^my Jianey. 
 
 A charming young creature named Nancy Bar, 
 ■**• Nancy Bar^ who liVed with her ma, 
 Of fair ones oh I she was the fairest by far, 
 
 A charmer, bcwitcliing and smart ; ^' 
 
 No dickey bird smging up in the sky, , 
 
 In the sky, was nlO'rib happy than I, 
 But to happiness I have said "good-by," ! /f 
 
 For in pieces she's broken my heart. '^' 
 
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 ■ '■"***"'■ CHORDS. '*■■ '";' ' '*'' 
 
 Does any one know where my Nancy's gone ? 
 Nancy's gone, Nancy's gone, • 
 
 Does any one know where my Nancy's gone ? 
 Where, oh ! where is my Nancy ? 
 
 At a ball I first met her, one night by chance. 
 
 Quite by chance, couldn't she dance ? 
 
 While others would clumsily shnifle atid prance, 
 
 Her waltzing was something divine ; 
 I was madly in love at first sight, 
 Love at first sight, (lumps of delight !) 
 When I took her to supper, and did the polite. 
 
 Or helped her to ices and wine. 
 
 Does any one, &c. 
 
 When she spoke, oh, my head spun round like a top, 
 
 My heart went wop, and flipity flop, 
 
 So the terrible question I ventured to " pop," 
 
 She blushed, and then softly said " yes ;" 
 I measured her finger, and bought the ring, 
 Bought the ring, 'twas just the thing, 
 All the next week did nothing but dance and sing, ' 
 
 My joy there are few who could guess. 
 
 Does any one, &c. 
 
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 86 
 
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 (MUSIC CAN BE HAD AT K. B. BUTLAND'S, TORONTO.) ^ 
 
 vpiiERfi's not a song that trembles 
 
 • Around nay heart to-night, 
 But thrills with untold gladness, 
 
 And eloquent delight, 
 For I have cast the shadSi;^'*,, 
 
 Of sorrows all aside, ^ -* 
 To let hope's joyous musif; 
 
 Through all my being glide ; 
 So let hope's joyous music 
 
 Through all my being ji;Iide. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Then sweetly dream, dream on, dream on, 
 
 Nor breathe a single sigh, 
 To wake the gentle zephyr, ^'^^"'^ 
 
 That fans the star-lit sky. 
 
 And there is not a tear-stain 
 
 Upon niy eyelids now. 
 Nor yet a shade to ruffle 
 
 The spirit's sunny flow. 
 Life seemeth oh! so joyous!' '^-''■'^ 
 
 So blithesome and so light. 
 Like some long dream of Summer, ^ ^., y.5^,j,j 
 
 That haunts a Winter's night ; . , -^ . .^ 
 Like some long dream of Summer, ' ' ^^ • 
 
 That haunts a Winter's night. 
 
 Then sweetly dream, &c. 
 
 ^q^i t> Like rosy childhood playing ««*,// 
 
 Among the early flowers, , i,. 
 
 My happy heart is straying "] 
 
 I On sunny-footed hours. "" 
 
 Perhaps I may be dreaming, 
 
 When I my i'ls forget; 
 Break not the blissful seeming, .j 
 
 Oh, do not wake me yet ; 
 Break not the blissful seeming, 
 Oh, do not wake me yet. 
 
 Then sweetly dream, &c. 
 
Pat Me in Hr rittle Bed. 
 
 (MUSIC CAN Dfi HAD AT U. B. BDTLAND's, TORONTO.) 
 
 Ah ! birdie I am tired now, , a#i«iTfn 
 
 ^ 1 do not care to hear you sing ; X» 
 You've sunf? vour happy song all day, i ' 
 Now put yqplljiead beneath your wing. : 
 I'm sleepy, to(^;^ I can be, ; . 
 
 And sister, when my pray'r is said, 
 I want to lay me down to rest, 
 
 So put me in my little bed. .,,.-, . j 
 
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 CHORUS. 
 
 Come, sister, come, kiss me, good night, 
 For -I my eveuing pray'r have said ; 
 
 I'm tired now and sleepy, too, 
 Come, put me in my little bed.' - ' -^^ 
 
 Oh ! sister, what did mother say, 
 
 When she was call'd to heaven away ^ 
 She told me always to be good, 
 
 And never, never go astray. 
 I can't forget thtj day Klie died. 
 
 She placed her hand upon my head ; 
 She whisper'd softly, " Keep my child," 
 
 And then they told me she was dead. 
 
 Come, sister, come, &c. 
 
 Dear sister, come and hear my pray'r. 
 
 Now, ere I lay me down to sleep. 
 Within my Heavenly Father's care, 
 
 While angels bright thetr vigils keep ; 
 And let me ask of Him above, 
 
 To keep my soul in paths of right ; 
 Oh ! lot me thank Him for His love, 
 
 Ere I should say my last " Good night.'*' 
 
 Come, sister, come, &c. 
 
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 Sweet Bjre-and-By. 
 
 (music can BK had at R. B. BDTLAND'S, TORONTO.) 
 
 Thbrb's a land that iB faii'er than day, 'f\ 
 And by faith we can see it afar; 
 For the Father waitd oveiftU^way, 
 To prepare us a dwelliJHince there. 
 
 
 CHORDS. 
 
 In the sweet bye-and-by, 
 
 We shall meet on that beautiful shore ; 
 In the sweet bye-and-by, 
 
 We shall meet on that beautiful shore. 
 
 We shall sing on that beautiful shore, > 
 
 The melodious songs of the blest , 
 And our spirits shall sorrow no more. 
 
 Not a sigh for the blessing of rest. 
 
 In the ^weet bye-and-by, &c. 
 
 To our bountiful Father above, 
 
 We will offer the tribute of praise, 
 For the glorious gift of His love, 
 
 And the blessings that hallow our days. W 
 
 In the sweet bye-and-by, &c. 
 
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 99 
 
 Medley. 
 
 ow ancient English melody ^ 
 Is banished out of doors,/ 
 And nothing's heard in modern days, 
 But— 
 
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 The sea! Hmr'iwAl the open sea! 
 The blue, the fresh, the ever free. 
 Without a mark, without a I ound, 
 It runneth — 
 
 Away, away, to the mountain's brow, 
 Where the trees are gently waving. 
 
 Away, away, to the mountain's brow, 
 Where — ^ 
 
 We have lived and loved together. 
 
 Thro' many changing years ; 
 
 We have shared each other's gladness, 
 
 '% Ana — 
 
 ^t us haste to Kelvin grove, bonnie lassie, oh ! 
 Through its mazes let us roSre, bonnie lassie, oh ! 
 
 Where the rose in all its pride, 
 
 Declis the hollow dingle side. 
 
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