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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

But, though he lives so handy, He never once drops in to sup-

(The better for our brandy!) Come, take a seat-I long to hear About Matilda's marriage ; You've come, of course, to spend the day

(Thank Heaven! I hear the carriage!)

What! must you go? next time, I hope
You'll give me longer measure.
Nay, I shall see you down the stairs—
(With most uncommon pleasure!)
Good bye! good bye! Remember, all,

Next time you'll take your dinners— (Now, David-mind, I'm not at home, In future, to the Skinners.)



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


One night she chanced to see me, and walked in the garden with me, When this coachman had dared to


He sought us near the hot'us, and he looked when he caught us

As if he would have shot us-if he


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 aud 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.


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 husband got already,

I'd advise you from her-keep away.


As they marched through the town
With their banners so gay,
I ran to the window

To hear the band play; I peeped through the blinds Very cautiously then, Lest the neighbors should say

I was looking at the men. Oh! I heard the drums beat,

And the music so sweet, 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
Took a sly glance at me.

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