A SWEET VOIGE HAUNTS ME.
The Music-to be had at Messrs. Monro and May.
A SWEET voice haunts me,
Wherever I go,
O'er the summery downs,
Or the mountains of snow;
Its music breathes sadness
A dirge for the past,
For hopes pilfered from me
As soon as amass'd.
Wherever I wander,
Its tones low, but clear,
Pour gentle upbraidings,
And sighs in mine ear;
They tell me (how truly
Myself was my foe,
A sweet voice haunts me
Wherever I go.
A sweet voice haunts &e.,
Music-at Duncomb's, Middle-Row, Holborn.
A CURIOUS tale I now will disclose,
Concerning a man with a very long nose!
Like an elephant's trunk it reach'd to his toes,
And with it could deal out some terrible blows.
Ri too ral, &c.
This wonderful nose he could swing left and -ight,
Which you all must allow look'd a comical sight:
No one dare come near him, so great was his might
A blow from his nose would settle 'em quite.
This terrible chap was about nine feet high,
With a comical squint, and a mouth all awry
Though bandy his legs, his heels were so light,
He'd just give a spring, and jump out of sight.
Ri too ral, &c.
The hair on his head sprouted out like a leek,
And, whenever he spoke, 'twas a kind of a squeak :
He would oft with his nose toss up men for a freak,
And never came down, 'tis said, for a week.
This chap wore a hat, in shape like a bason,
With a brim wide enough for a donkey to race on
And such a deuce of a fellow was he to take snuff,
That a pound at a pinch was hardly enough.
A party of nobles once travell'd incog.,
To catch just a glimpse of this troublesome dog:
But the breath from his nose caused such a fog,
They tumbled head foremost bang into a bog,
Ri too ral, &c.
At last came a sailor, with courage in store,
Who swore he would tackle this long-snouted bore;
But the nose made him jump like a grim pantaloon,
And toss'd him so high, he went bang through the
moon!
The people around were gaping with fear, [steer;
When they saw the poor sailor his course upward
So they took to their heels, and made the coast clear,
For the force of the nose made them feel very queer!
Ri too ral, &c.
The country was fill'd with wonder and dread,
So the king at last set a price on his head;
And so loud did he snore at night when in bed,
'Twas said, if he lived he would soon wake the dead!
Ri too ral, &c.
Some guards from the king at last made a gap Through the doors of the house of this terrible chap: They found him in bed, just taking a nap,
With the nose round his head in place of a cap.
They crept one by one, tiptoe on the floor:
I think that in all there were near sixty score: They tried to secure him-but mark what a bore! He jump'd through the roof, and was never seen more Ri too ral, &c.
The soldiers were all of them struck with affright, When they saw Mr. Nosy cut clean out of sight; And so angry were they he had taken his flight, They set too and pummell'd each other all night! Ri too ral, &c.
Music-at Wybrow's.
A DAUGHTER of Israel sat by a stream,
And the waters roll'd murmuring by;
Like the shadows that flit o'er the soul in a dream,
Or the storm clouds that darken the sky.
The clear light that shone in her mild-beaming eye, Proclaim'd her as one of the free;
And these were the words that she breathed with a "I weep, land of Judah, for thee."
The thunder roar'd loud, but she heed'd not that,
She thought on the land of the brave;
And still by the waters she mournfully sat,
Till the stream billowed high in a wave;
And as she departed, this, this was her lay,
"Farewell to the land of the free;
No longer thy children the timbrel shall play
I weep, land of Judah, for thee!"
A FAMOUS MAN WAS ROBIN HOOD.
Music-at T. J. Purdays, 45, Holborn,
A FAMOUS man was Robin Hood,
The English ballad-singer's joy,
But Scotland has a chief as good,
She has, she has her bold Rob Roy!
A dauntless heart Macgregor shows,
And wondrous length and strength of arm,
He long has quell'd his Highland foes,
And kept, and kept his friends from harm.
A famous man, &c.
His daring mood protects him still,
For this the robber's simple plan,
That they should take who have the will,
And they, and they should keep who can.
A famous man, &e.
And while Rob Roy is free to rove,
In summer's heat and winter's snow,
The eagle he is lord above,
And Rob, and Rob is lord below.
A famous man, &c.
A GLASS is good, and a lass is good,
And a pipe to smoke in cold weather:
The world is good, and the people are good,
And we're all good fellows together.
A bottle is a very good thing
With a good deal of very good wine in it:
A song is good, when a body can sing,
And to finish, we must begin it
A table is good, when spread with good cheer,
And good company sitting round it;
When a good way off, we are not very near,
And for sorrow, the devil confound it.
A friend is good when you're out of good luck,
For that's a good time to try him;
For a justice good, the haunch of a buck,
With such a good present you buy him.
A fine old woman is good when she is dead
A rogue's very good for good hanging:
A fool is good by the nose to be led,
And my good song deserves a good banging.
A glass is good, &c.
Music-at Duncomb's, Middle-Row, Holborn.
A HIGHLAND lad my love was born,
The Lowland laws he held in scorn;
But he still was faithful to his clan,
My gallant, braw John Highlandman.
Sing hey, &c.
With his philabag, and tartan plaid,
An' gude claymore down by his side,
The ladies' hearts he did trepan,
My gallant, braw John Highlandman.
Sing hey, &c.
We ranged a' from Tweed to Spay,
And lived like lords and ladies gay;
For a Lawlan' face he feared nane,
My gallant, braw John Highland man.
Sing hey, &c.
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