SINCE I'VE BEEN IN THE ARMY I'M Paddy Whack, of Ballyhack, Och! what a jovial soldier !" Rub a dub dub, and pilli li loo, I laugh and sing like any thing The lots of girls my train unfurls And Molly Magee is after me, The Sallies and Pollies, the Kitties and Dollies, In numbers would alarm ye; E'en Mrs. White, who's lost her sight, Admires me in the army. Rub a dub dub, &c. The roaring boys, who made a noise, And thwack'd me like the devil, Are now become, before me, dumb, Or else are very civil. There's Murphy Roake, who often broke My head, now daresn't dare me, But bows and quakes, and off he sneaks, Since I've been in the army. And if one neglect to pay me respect, Och! another tips the blarney, With "whisht! my friend, and don't offend, A gentleman of the army." Rub a dub dub, &c. My arms are bright, my heart is light If I go on as I've begun, My comrades all inform me, They soon shall see that I will be A general in the army. Delightful notion, to get promotion, Then, ladies, how I'll charm ye; For't's my belief, commander in chief I shall be in the army. Rub a dub dub, &c IS THERE A HEART. Is there a heart that never lov'd, Where nought but savage monsters roar, For there's a charm in woman's eye, A language in her tear, A spell in every sacred sigh, To man-to virtue dear. And he who can resist her smiles, With brutes alone should live, Nor taste that joy which care beguiles— That joy her virtues give. THE MUSICAL WIFE. AIR.-O, no, we never mention her My wife is very musical, She tunes it over much, And teases me with what they call She tells me with the greatest ease From where my books lie hid; Her newest tunes turn out to be I see her puff, I see her pant I wish she'd change her notes, they want Some silver and some change. THE POACHERS. WHEN I was bound apprentice in fam'd Northamptonshire, I served my master truly for almost seven year, Till I took up to poaching, as you shall ⚫ quickly hear O, it is my delight of a shiny night in the season of the year. As me and my comrades were setting of a snare, The gamekeeper was a watching usfor him we did not care, For we can wrestle, fight, my boys, jump over any where, For it is my delight of a shiny night in the season of the year. As me and my companions were setting four or five, And taking of them up again, we took the hare alive; We popp'd him into the bag, my boys, and through the wood did steer, For it is my delight of a shiny night in the season of the year. |