And would throw him bouquets ou the stage, Which caused him to meet her; how he ran me down, To tell you would take a whole page. One night, I as usual, went to her dear home, Found there her mother and father alone; I asked for my love and soon they made known, : To my horror, that she'd run away!* She'd packed up her box and eloped in the night, With him, with the greatest of ease: From two stories high, he had lowered her down To the ground, on his flying Trapeze. He'd fly through the air, etc. Some months after this, I went to a Hall, Was greatly surprised to see, on the wall, A bill in red letters, which did my heart gall That she was appearing with him! He taught her gymnastics, and dressed her in tights, To help him to live at his case, And made her assume a masculine name! And now she goes on the Trapeze ! Chorus. She floats through the air with the greatest of ease, You'd think her a man on the flying Trapeze, She does all the work, while he takes his ease, And that's what's become of my love! WOULD I WERE A BOY AGAIN. O WOULD I were a boy again, When life seemed formed of sunny years, And all the heart then knew of pain O would I were a boy again, etc. 'Tis vain to mourn that years have shown, How false these fairy visions were; Or murmur that mine eyes have known, O would I were a boy again, etc. OULD IRELAND! YOU'RE MY DARLIN', My blessing's on each manly son Then bould and free, while yet for me Sweet spot of earth that gave me birth, While life remains within these veins, PRETTY MAID MILKING HER COW. Ir being on a fine summer's morning, As birds sweetly tuned on each bough, I heard a fair maid sing most charming, As she sat a milking her cow. Her voice was enchanting-melodious, Which left me scarce able to go; My heart it was soothed in solace, By the pretty maid milking her cow. With courtesy I did salute her: "Good-morrow, most amiable maid; I am your captive slave for the future." "Kind sir, do not banter," she said; "I am not such a precious rare jewel, That I should enamour you so; I am but a plain country girl," Said this pretty maid milking her cow. "The Indies afford no such jewel, "I don't understand what you mean, sir, That state I will not undergo, So, young man, I pray you will excuse me." Said this pretty maid milking her cow. "Had I the wealth of great Omar, And had I his genius, also- * Pretty maid milking her cow. |