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, 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, D YE SHALL WALK IN SILK ATTIRE. And ye shall walk in silk attire, And siller have to spare: I would na walk in silk attire, 614 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, Tho' we're doom'd by fate to sever, Still believe me thou shalt ever WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT. O Willie brew'd a peck o' maut, Here are we met, three merry boys It is the moon, I ken her horn, Wha first shall rise to gang away, 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, unk in silence, and sleep in the cottager's bed, 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, And vigour attends it by which life is lengthened. 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, No stings of remorse hurt the cricketer's mind, Derry down, &c. We knights of the bat the pure ether respire, To every great duke, and to each noble lord, Drink health and success, from the peer to the peasant.. 1 Derry down, &c. |