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SINCE I'VE BEEN IN THE ARMY
AIR.-Who'll be King but Charley.

I'M Paddy Whack, of Ballyhack,
Not long ago turn'd soldier;
In grand attack, in storm or sack,
None will than I be bolder.
With spirits gay, I march away,
I please each fair beholder;
And now they sing, "he's quite the
thing,

Och! what a jovial soldier !"
In Londonderry or London merry,
Och! faith! ye girls, I charm ye,
And there ye come, at beat of drum,
To see me in the army.

Rub a dub dub, and pilli li loo,
Whack! fal de lal la, and trilli ↳
loo.

I laugh and sing like any thing
Since I've been in the army.

The lots of girls my train unfurls
Would form a pleasant party;
There's Kitty Lynch, a tidy wench,
And Suke and Peg M'Carthy:
Miss Judy Baggs, and Sally Maggs,
And Martha Scraggs, all storm me

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And Molly Magee is after me,
Since I've been in the army.

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
Good-humour seems to warm me;
I've now become with every chum,
A favourite in the army.

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,
Nor felt a woman's sigh?
Is there a man can mark unmov'd
Dear woman's tearful eye?—
O bear him to some distant shore,
Or solitary cell,

Where nought but savage monsters roar,
And love near deign'd to dwell.

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
Her fingering and touch.
She's instrumental to my pain,
Her very Broadwood quakes,
Her vocal efforts split my brain,
I shiver when she shakes!

She tells me with the greatest ease
Her voice goes up to C!
And proves it till her melodies
Are maladies to me.
She's Isabelling,' if I stir

From where my books lie hid;
Or, 'O! no, we never mention her,'- .
I wish she never did.

Her newest tunes turn out to be
The same as heard last year;
Alas! there's no variety
In variations here.

I see her puff, I see her pant
Through ditties wild and strange,

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.

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