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Then many a day she pass'd away in

sorrow and despair, Her cheeks, though once like roses, were

grown like lilies fair; She cried, where is my Henry, and often

did she swood, Crying, sad's the day I ran away from

Edinburgh Town. Oppress’d with grief, .without relief, the

damsel she did go Into the wood, to eat such food as on the

bushes grow;

Some strangers they did pity her, and

some did on her frown, And some did say, what made you stray

from Edinburgh Town ? Beneath a lofty spreading oak, this maid

sat down to cry ; And watching of the gallant ships, as they

were passing by, She gave three shrieks for Henry, then

plunged her body down), And away floated Caroline, of Edinburgh


A note, likewise her bonnet, she left upon

the shore, And in the note a lock of hair, with the

words, “I am no imore;"

But fast asleep, I'm in the deep, fish are

watching round, Once comely young Caroline, of Edinburgh


Come, all you tender parents, ne'er try to

part true love, You're sure to see, in some degree the

ruin it will prove, ; Likewise young men and maidens, ne'er

on your lovers frown, Think of the fate of Caroline, of Edin.

burgh town.


I've come to the cabin he danced his wild

jigs in, As neat a mud palace as ever was seen; . And, consid'ring it served to keep poultry

and pigs in, I'm sure it was always most elegant clean. But now all about it seems lonely and

dreary, All sad and all silent, no piper, no reel; Not even the sun, through the casement, is

cheery, Since I miss the dear darling boy, Teddy


I dreamt but last night-oh! bad .lick to

my dreaming, I'd die if I thought 'twould come truly

to passBut I dreamt, while tears down my pillow

were streaming That Teddy was courting another fair lass; Oh! didn't I wake with a weeping and

wailing, The grief of that thought was too deep

to conceal ; My mother cried— Norah, child, what is

ỹour ailing ?And all I could utter was—" Teddy

O'Neale." Shall I never forget when the big ship was

ready, And the moment was come when my

love must depart; How I sobb’d, like a spalpeen, “Good bye

to you Teddy,” With drops on my cheek and a stone at

my heart.

He says 'tis to better his fortune he's roving, But what would be gold to the joy I

should feel If I saw him come back to me, honest and

loving, Still poor, but my own darling, Teddy



On sure 'twould amaze yiz

How one Misther Theseus
Desarted a lovely young lady of owld,

On a dissolute island,

All lovely and silent,
She sobb'd herself sick as she sat in the

Oh you'd think she was kilt,

As she roar'd, with the quilt
Wrapped round her in haste as she jump'd

out of bed,
And ran down to the coast,

Where she look'd like a ghost,
Though 'twas he was departed—the vaga-

bone fled.
And she cried, Well-a day!

Sure my heart it is gray ;
They're deceivers, them sojers that goes

on half pay!
While abusing the villain,

Came riding postilion,
A nate little boy on the back of a baste,

Big enough, faith to ate him,

But he leather'd and bate him,
And the baste to unsate him ne'er struggled

the laste;
And an iligant car
He was drawing-by gar

It was finer by far than a Lord Mayor's

state coach. And the chap that was in it,

He sang like a linnet, With a nate kag of whiskey beside him to

broach. And he tipp'd now and then,

Just a matther o'ten Or twelve tumblers o' punch to his bowld

sarving men.

They were dressed in green livery,

But seemed rather shivery,
For 't was only a thrifle o' leaves that they

But they caper'd away,

Like the sweeps on May-day,
And shouted and tippled the tumbler

galore !
A print of their masther

Is often in plasther-
o' Paris, put over the door of a tap;

A fine chubby fellow,
Ripe, rosy and mellow,
Like a peach that is ready to drop in your

Hurrah, for brave Bacchus,

A bottle to crack us,
He's a friend of the people, like bowd

Caius Gracchus !

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