Not a soldier discharg'd his farewell shot, No useless coffin confin'd his breast, Nor in sheet nor in shroud we bound him! We thought as we heap'd his narrow bed, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, But nothing he reck if they'll let him sleep on, But half our easy task was done, When the clock toll'd the hour for retiring, And we heard by the distant and random gun, That the foe was suddenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carv'd not a line, we rais'd not a stone; But we left him alone in his glory. HE LOVES AND HE RIDES AWAY. There came out a knight of noble mien, A lady looked over the castle wall, And her hands she began to wring; Ah, tarry awhile my own dear knight, Of her tears the knight he took no heed, He gave the spur to his prancing steed, MISS RUM-TUM-DIDDLE-DUM. As you've asked me to sing a song, The name of it's not very long, It's called Miss Rum-tum-diddle-um. 4 606 . O! she was a maiden so bright, Rum tum, &c. In Cheapside was her favourite tramp, Fell in love with Miss Rum tum diddle-um. In raptures he was with her form, In her dress she looked just like a nun. He vow'd he would see her home straight, T He soon found he'd been stript of his clothes, By the wicked Miss Rum tum diddle um. Rum tum, &c. He jump'd out of bed in a fright And strait out of doors he did run; In his shirt, O lord! what a sight Bawling out for Miss Rum-tum diddle-vm. In his fright we ran the wrong way, Exclaiming almost to every one; How he'd been deluded away, By the cruel Miss Rum tum diddle-um. Rum-tum, &c. Meillä. He with vexation knocked down his poor wife, Who guess'd from what quarter he had come; She got him to bed, and all night He dreamt of Miss Rum-tum diddle um. And fir'd with jealousy she did run, She was tried at the Old Bailey depot, And at midnight her spirit is sure to come, Of the wicked Miss Rum tum-diddle-um. As my song's drawing near to an end, And shun Miss Rum tum diddle-um. I mean like Miss Rum tum diddle-um. A WOMAN WANDERS LIKE A HONEY BEE I Lov'd a pretty girl, Of beauty quite the paragon: When a look at me she'd whirl 'Twas a dagger through my marrow bone. Her dear 'witching ways My senses soon did fascinate, Her blue eyes' gaze Like daggers did assassinate; Love's hottest flame I felt, Too burning long to carry it, Whose mind on a clut'll cock; She wanders like a shuttle coek. Her pretty form to grace, I bought a gown of sarcenet; A cap too deck'd with lace, And ribbons blue to fasten it. To Richmond and Kew, I row'd her in a boat o' Sundays, Though this to do I oft did pawn my coat o' Mondays. I cared not a jot To what excess did carry it, Provided I got, In the end my Harriet. He's a flat, &c. She consented to wed, So off I went and bought a ring Back again I sped, But found things chang'd and torturing, She'd got a chap With one eye,-such a monument! |