What's his name, said the priest? down Dennis

said she;

So Dennis Brulgruddery he christen'd me.

Derry down, &c.

I grew up, I got married, and left in the lurch, For my wife died before I could get her to church; I was with her too late; with my second too soon, For she brought me a son in the first honeymoon. Derry down, &c.

I was vex'd, and says I, not to make a great fuss, Three months the priest reckons since he coupled

us;

That's right reck'ning, says she, for 'tis three months by mine,

And three by your own, which together make nine.

Derry down, &c.

To bury this lady came next in my head,

For no other cause but because she was dead; So I married once more I suppose you guess now, The beautiful cratur that keeps the Red Cow. Derry down, &c.

My lambkin she scolds when the brandy I sup, Till some husbands would foolishly tuck themselves up;

But tho' in a noose I am fast with a wife,
Yet thank fortune I never was hanged in my life.
Derry down, &c.

But away with complaint, for myself ne'er intends To grieve while my house holds such bushels of friends;

So my fortune I'll pocket, wherever it be,
And cry, Ladies and Gentlemen, thank ye for me.
Derry down, &c. v

D YE SHALL WALK IN SILK ATTIRE.

And ye shall walk in silk attire,

And siller have to spare:
Gin ye'll consent to be his bride,
Nor think on Donald mair.
Oh! who would buy a silken gown,
With a poor broken heart?
And what's to me a siller crown,
If from my love I part?

I would na walk in silk attire,
Nor braid wi' gems my hair;
Gin he whose faith is pledg'd wi' mine,
Were wrang'd and grieving sair.
From infancy he lov'd me still,
And still my heart shall prove,
How weel it can those vows fulfil,
Which first repaid his love.

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SMILE AGAIN MY BONNIE LASSIE.

Smile again my bonny lassie,

Lassie smile again.

Prithee do not frown sweet lassie,

For it gives me pain.

If to love thee tuo sincerely,

Be a crime in me,

Thus to use me so severely,

Is not kind in thee.

Smile again, &c.

Fare thee well my bonnie lassie,

Lassie fare thee well,

Time will show thee bonnie lassie,
More than tongue can tell.

Tho' we're doom'd by fate to sever,
(And 'its hard to part,)

Still believe me thou shalt ever
Own my faithful heart.
Smile again, &c.

WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT.

O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut,
And Rob and Allan came to pree;
Three blyther hearts that lea lang night,
Ye wad na found in Christendee.
We are na fou, we're na that fou,
But just a wee drap in our ee;
The cock may craw, the day may daw',
But aye we'll taste the barley bree.

Here are we met, three merry boys
Three merry boys, I trow are we;
And mony a night we've merry been,
And mony mair we'll merry be.
We are na fou, &c.

It is the moon, I ken her horn,
That's blinkin in the lift sae hie;
She shines sae bright to wyle us hame,
But by my troth, she'll wait awee!
We are na fou, &c.

Wha first shall rise to gang away,
A cuckold, coward loon, is he!
Wha first beside his chair shall fa'
He is the king amang us three.
We are na fou, &c.

REST, WARRIOR REST.

le comes from the wars, from the red field of fight, le comes thro' the storm, hnd the darkness of night,

or rest and for refuge now fain to implore,
he warrior bends low at the cottager's door;
'ale, pale is his cheek, there's a gash on his brow,
lis locks o'er his shoulders distractedly flow;
And the fire of his heart starts in fits from his eye,
ike a languishing lamp, that just flames to die.
Rest warrior, rest.

unk in silence, and sleep in the cottager's bed,
Oblivion shall visit the war weary head;
Perchance he may dream but the vision shall tell
Of his lady love's bow'r, and her latest farewell;
Illusion and love chase the battle's alarms,

He shall dream that his mistress is lock d in his arms:

He shall feel on his lips the sweet warmth of her kiss,

h! warrior, wake not! such slumber is bliss! Rest, warrior, rest.

THE CRICKETER.

To live a life, free from gout, pain, or phthisic,
Athletic employment is found the best physic;
The nerves are by exercise hardened and strength-
ened,

And vigour attends it by which life is lengthened.
Derry down, &c.

What conduces to health deserves recommendation will entail a strong race on the next generation;

And of all the field-games ever practised or known, That cricket stands foremost each Briton must own. 45% la Lld be Derry down, &c.

Let dull pensive souls boast the pleasure of angling,

That o'er ponds and brooks are eternally dangling; Such drowsy worm killers are fraught with delight, If but once in a week they obtain a fair bite.

Derry down, &c.

The cricketer, noble in mind as in merit,
A taste for oppression can never inherit,
A stranger to swindling, he never could wish,
To seduce by false baits, and betray a poor fish.
Derry down, &c.

No stings of remorse hurt the cricketer's mind,
To innocent animals never unkind,
The guiltless his doctrine is ever to spare,
Averse to the hunting or killing the hare.

Derry down, &c.

We knights of the bat the pure ether respire,
Which, benighted by toil, keeps alive Nature's fire,
No suits of crimson, or divorce can assail us,
For in love, as in cricket, our powers never fail us.
Derry down, &c.

To every great duke, and to each noble lord,
Let each fill his glass with most hearty accord!
And to all brother knights, whether absent or
present,

Drink health and success, from the peer to the peasant..

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Derry down, &c.