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GAILY THE TROUBADOUR.
GAILY the Troubadour touched his
When he was hastening home from the war,
from Palestine hither I come, Lady love, lady lo welcome me home."
She for the Troubadour, hopelessly wept,
Sadly she thought of him while others slept,
Singing "in search of thee would I might roam, Troubadour, Troubadour, come to my home."
Hark! 'twas the Troubadour, breathing her name,
Under the battlement softly he came, Singing "from Palestine, hither I come, Lady love, lady love, welcome me home."
THE CHARMING WOMAN.
MISS MYRTLE is going to marry,
There's Lord George, Tom Brown and Sir Harry
Are dying of love for her sake! 'Tis a match that we all must approve― Let the gossips say all that they can . For indeed, she's a charming woman, And he's a most fortunate man!
Yes, indeed, she's a charming woman,
And she reads both Latin and Greek, And I'm told she solved a problem
In Euclid before she could speak. Had she been but a daughter of mine,
I'd have taught her to read and to sew,
But her mother (a charming woman!) Could'nt think of such trifles, you know.
Oh, she's really a charming woman!
It may be a fancy of mine,
But her voice has a rather sharp tone
And I'm told that these charming
Are apt to have wills of their own!
She sings like a Bulfinch or Linnet, And she talks like an Archbishop,
rubber and win
She can play you it,—
If she's got nothing better to do! She can chatter of poor laws and tithes, And the value of labor and land'Tis a pity when charming women,
Talk of things they don't understand '
I am told that she hasn't a penny,
And I fear that her bills must be manyBut you know that's her husband's affair!
Such husband's are very uncommon,
So regardless of prudence and pelf; But they say such a charming woman, Is a fortune you knov in herself!
She has brothers and sisters by dozens,
Whom she loves-in a sisterly way.
THE LORDS OF CREATION, MEN WE
THE lords of creation, men we call,
And they think they rule the whole; But they're much mistaken after all,
For they're under woman's control.
It has always been the way,
The very first woman obey?
Ye lords who at present, hear my song,
Shall the stronger the weaker obey!'
But think not tho' these words we hear, We shall e'er mind the thing you say;
For as long as a woman's possessed of
Your power will vanish away.
But should there be so strange a wight As not to be moved by a tear, Though much astonished at the sight,
We shall still have no cause to fear; Then let them please themselves awhile,
Upon their fancied sway,
For as long as a woman's possessed of a smile
She will certainly have her own way
Now ladies, since I've made it plain,