GAILY THE TROUBADOUR. GAILY the Troubadour touched his guitar, When he was hastening home from the war, Singing, from Palestine hither I come, Lady love, lady love, 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, And a number of hearts she will break! There's Lord George, Tom Brown and Sir Harry Are dying of love for her sake! Yes, indeed, she's a charming woman, 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 women, Are apt to have wills of their own! She sings like a Bulfinch or Linnet, And she talks like an Archbishop, too; She can play you a rubber and win 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, Yet her gowns would make Maradan stare; And I fear that her bills must be many― But 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, THE LORDS OF CREATION, MEN WE THE lords of creation, men we call, For did not Adam, the very first man, The very first woman obey, obey, obey The very first woman obey? Ye lords who at present, hear my song, I know you will quickly say; "Our sizes more large, our nerves more strong, 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 a tear 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, It has always been the way, And we'll manage it so that the very last man Shall the very last woman obey. |