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THE JOLLY YOUNG WATERMAN.

And did you ne'er hear of a jolly young waterman, Who at Blackfriars Bridge used for to ply.

And he feather'd his oars with such skill and dexterity,

Winning each heart and delighting each eye. He look'd so neat, and he row'd so steadily, The maidens all flock'd into his boat so readily, And he ey'd the young rogues with so charming an air,

That this waterman ne'er was in want of a fare. What sights of fine folks he oft row'd in his wherry; 'Twas clean'd out so nice, and so painted withal; He was always first oars with the fe city ladies,

If a party to Ranelagh went, or Vauxball.
And often times would they be giggling and leering
But 'twas all one to Tom their gibing and jeering;
For loving or liking he little did care

For this waterman ne'er was in want of a fare.
And yet, but to see how strange things happen,

As he row'd along, thinking of nothing at all, He was ply'd by a damsel so lovely and charming, That she smil'd and so straitway in love he did fall.

And would this young damsel but banish his sorrow He'd wed her to night-before to-morrow.

And how should this waterman ever know care When he's married, and never in want of a fare.

THE CONTRACT.

Receive, dear maid, the warmest sigh
That ever burst from lover's heart,

And let the beaming tearful eye,
What lips dare not reveal, impart.

And, oh, return one look of love,
One sigh of soft impassion'd bliss ;
Say, but the impulse you approve,
And seal the contract with a kiss,

STAND TO YOUR GUNS, MY HEARTS OF OAK.

Stand to your guns, my hearts of oak,
Let not a word on board be spoke,,
Victory soon will crown the joke:
Be silent, and be ready.

Ram home your guns and sponge them well,
Let us be sure the balls will tell,

The cannons' roar shall sound their knell ;
Be steady, boys, be steady.

Nor yet, nor yet-reserve your fire,

I do desire:

fire!

Now the elements do rattle,

The gods, amazed, behold the battle,

A broadside, my boys,

See the blood in purple tide
Trickle down her scatter'd side;
Wing'd with fate the bullets fly ;-
Conquer, boys, or bravely die.
Hurl destruction at your foes,
She sinks-huzza!

To the bottom, down she goes.

LOVELY WOMAN: CHARMING WOMAN.

When to lovely woman's power
Man submits his raptured soul,
Then he culls life's sweetest flower,
And his hours in pleasures roll,
Nor shall meaner ties invading,
Tempt deluding man to stray,
Bliss alone when love pervading,
Bends him to dear woman's sway,
Lovely woman,
Charming woman,

The best and dearest gift of life.

Earth contains no other treasure
That the truly wise should prize,
Life, no sweeter, dearer pleasure
Than when love beams from her eyes.
He alone to heaven aspiring,

Eer can hope its joys to know,
Who, no other heaven desiring,
Worships woman here below.
Lovely woman, &c.

THE WONDERFUL METROPOLIS.

Oh, what a town, what a wonderful metropolis, Sure such a town as this was never seen; Mayor, common councilmen, citizens and populace, Wandering from Poplar to Turnham Green, Chapels, churches, synagogues, distilleries, and county banks,

Poets, Jews, and gentlemen, apothecaries, mountebanks;

There's Bethlem hospital, and there's the Picture

gallery,

And there Sadler's Wells, and there's the Court of Chancery,

Oh, such a town, such a wonderful metropolis, Sure such a town as this was never seen.

Oh. such a town, and such a heap of carriages, Sure such a motley group never was seen; Such a swarm of young and old, of bury ngs and marriages,

All the world seems occupied in endless din. There's the Beuco, and there's the Bank, now only take a peep at her,

And there's Rag Fair, and there's the East London Theatre,

There's S. James's all so fine, St. Giles all in tattery,

Where fun and frolic dance the rig from Saturday to Saturday,

Oh, what a town, what a wonderful metropolis, Sure such a town as this was never seen.

CUSIILAMACH REE.

Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green bosom rises,
An emerald set in the ring of the sea,

Each blade of thy meadows my faithful heart prizes,

Thou queen of the west, the world's Cushlama

chree.

Thy gates open wide to the poor and the stranger; There smile hospitality, hearty and free:

hy friendship is seen in the moment of danger, And the wanderer is welcomed with Cushlama

chree.

by sons they are brave; but, the battle once over, In brotherly peace with their foes they agree, and the roseate cheeks of thy daughters discover The soul speaking blush that says Cushlamachree.

'hen, flourish for ever, my dear native Erin, While sadly I war der an exile from thee, ind firm as thy moùn'ains, no i jury fearing, May Heaven defend its own Cust lamachree.

HERE'S TO THE MAIDEN OF BASHFUL F FTEEN.

Here s to the maiden of bashful fifteen,
Likewise, to the widow of fifty;

Here's to the bold and extravagant queen,
And here's to the housewife that's thrifty.
Let the toast pass, &c.,

Drink to the lass,

I warrant she'll prove an excuse for the glass.
Let the toast pass, &c.

Here's to the maiden whose dimples we prize,
Likewise to her that has none, sir;
Here s to the maid with a pair of black eyes,
And here's to her that's but one, sir.

Let the toast pass, &c.

Here's to the maid with a bosom of snow,
And to her that's as brown as a berry;

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