Your charming boys I see are home, From Reverend Mr. Russell's"Twas very kind to bring them both— (What boots for my new Brussels ! ) What little Clara left at home? Well, now I call that shabby! I should have lov'd to kiss her so(A flabby, dabby babby!) And Mr. S., I hope he's well- You've come, of course, to spend the day (Thank Heaven! I hear the car- What! must you go? next time, I hope LA BELLE CUISINIERE. JACOB COLE. Air-" The Swiss boy." TWAS at Battersea in Surrey that lived with Mr. Murray, As happy as a gardener could be, Where I grew exceeding partial to the pretty Kitty Marshall Who lived cook in the same family: So beautiful she looked, so deliciously she cooked, That I fell in love so deep I could neither eat nor sleep, But this love can convey many raptures they say, Yet it steals many comforts away. I wooed and pursued in the best way I could, But as cold as a prude was the fair, Had you seen us in the green'us, and the looks that passed between us, You'd have thought she was Venus, I declare ; Then I sat and watched her sewing of her caps, when indeed I ought to have been mowing my own borders instead, Oh my love was above all that words can convey, But I found hers was all-t'other way. To admire I've sat by her near a roaring kitchen fire, And tried to inspire her with pity, But in vain for 'twas plain that disdain and pain Were all I should gain from my Kity; 'Twas whispered in my ear that the coachman came to see her, And that she decided-ly gave the preference to he, Thus the hopes of my love which had been bud-ding night and day Stood a chance to be pruned quite away. One night she chanced to see me, and walked in the garden with me, When this coachman had dared to intrude, He sought us near the hot'us, and he looked when he caught us As if he would have shot us-if he could. So we raked up a quarrel and we planted some knocks And in boxing for the laurel we trampled down the box But he stood against a bay, and I should have won the day But the fair one she fairly ran away. Oh! 'tis pain to explain how this coachman did gain, What to me she was fain to deny, But by striving and contriving he'd been driving on to wiving, And he married Mrs. Kitty on the sly; Thus I found my suit non-suited and my flow'ry hopes uprooted, For this coachman he had druv' over me to Kitty's love, But we all felt our disgraces, and in three diff'rent places, For alas! we were all turned away. MORAL. Now young men who go a wooing just take care of what you're doing, Lest the maid you are pursuing should be wed; She may part with her heart, but with very little smart, A heart may be recovered; But by this you'll understand, if she's once bestowed her hand, And 'tis fastened by a ring, why that's quite another thing; So that when you find a lady has a hus band got already, I'd advise you from her-keep away. THE CAPTAIN AND HIS WHISKERS. As they marched through the town I ran to the window To hear the band play; Lest the neighbors should say But my eyes at the time Caught a much greater treat; The troop was the finest That I ever did see, And the Captain with his whiskers |