Third boy [representing Oliver Cromwell].

Here comes I, long Copper Nose,

I fought the jolly Dutchmen, as you may well suppose.

I fought the jolly Dutchmen until their hearts did quake.

15.

WISHING.

Star light, star bright,

First star I've seen to-night.
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Get the wish I wish to-night.1

16. If one wishes on seeing a load of hay, the wish will be realized, provided one does not look up again until the load is out of sight.

COLLOQUIAL SAYINGS.

17. Anything that cannot easily be classified is said disparagingly to be "neither fish, flesh, nor good red herring."

18. When a sarcastic remark has no effect whatever on the person to whom it is addressed, it is said to "roll like water off a duck's back."

19.

20.

TONGUE-TWISTERS.

(Q.) How much wood would a woodchuck chuck,
If a woodchuck could chuck wood?

(A.) Just as much wood as a woodchuck would
If a woodchuck could chuck wood.2

Bread and butter, bread and butter,
Thith, thith, thith!

21. She sells sea-shells down by the seashore."

It was ear...ly, early, early in the spring, Me

love and1

went to serve the King. The night [had] been

storm----y,

and the wind bew] high, Which part...ed me.

sails by; And there I must] inquire for my_sai --- lor boy."

1 Recorded in September, 1917, at Tadousac, Quebec, from Edward Hovington, aged 90, formerly a lumber-jack and canoeman in the employ of the Hudson Bay Company. While Hovington's father was a Scotch-Canadian, his mother-named Auclair-was a French-Canadian from Beauce County, P.Q. Among his large repertory of French ballads and songs, Hovington happened to remember a few English or American ones, which we are presenting here. Hovington learned "The Sailor Boy" over seventy years ago, while spending the winter at Sept-Iles, Quebec, from an old-country Irishman named Patrick McGouch, a laborer, who knew a large number of songs. (Phonograph record No. 447, Victoria Museum, Ottawa.) (Compare p. 162.)

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It was early, early in the spring,

Me love and I went to serve the King.

The night [had] been stormy, and the wind bl[ew] high,
Which parted me and my sailor boy.

"O father, father! get me a boat;

For it's on the ocean I will float,

And watch the French fleet [while it sails by];
[There I must] inquire for my sailor boy."

I had not sailed far on to the deep
Till a French frigate I chanced to meet.
"Come, tell me, tell me, my jovial crew!
Is my love Jummy on board with you?"

"Oh, no, dear lady! he is not here;
For he was drownded not far from here.
'Twas [near] that green island, as we pass by.
'Tis there we lost your fine sailor boy."

She wrung her hands and [tore] her hair
Like a virgin that falls into despair.
Her little boat began to rake around.
"What shall I do when my Jimmy is gone?

"Come, all [the] young ladies dressed in black,
And all the young sailors dressed in blue!
And the sail tip toppers all dressed in blue!
For 'tis now w'will mourn for my sailor boy!"

2. AN AMERICAN FRIGATE.1

An American frig. ater

Called [Bridg

et by name, Mount-ed guns. forty-four, And

from New-York she

came For a cruise in the

1 From Edward Hovington, who learned it in the Chicoutimi lumber-camps, seventythree years ago, from a middle-aged American workman, whose sister was married to Fabien Boulianne, a Canadian living at Tadousac. (Phonograph record No. 449, Victoria Museum, Ottawa.)

Chan-nel of Old England's fame. [Proud was] its

no------ble commander, Paul Jones

2nd

was he

named. We had

not sailed to-gether long-Be-fore two

sails we spied. A large for ty.... four And a twenty.......

The zigzag sign at the end means "etc." in music script.

1 We have been informed at the last moment that the text here refers to "Bonhomme

Richard."

We fought four glasses,

Four glasses so hard,
Till forty sailor men

Were dead on the spot;
And fifty-five more

Lay bleeding, while

The thundering loud cannon
From Paul Jo[nes] did roar.

Our carpenter being frightened,
To Paul Jo[nes] he s[aid],
"Our ship, she leaks water
Since fighting to-day."
And Paul Jo[nes] made answer
In the height of his pride,
"If we can do no better,
W'will sink alongside!"

The "Capress" 1 went around
Our ship for to rake;
Which made the proud heart

Of the English to wake.

For the shot flew so hot,

We could not stand it long,

Till the bold British colors

For the English came down.

Sung by E. Hovington, Tadousac, who learned it from an English sailor seventy-two years ago. (Phonograph record No. 448, Victoria Museum, Ottawa.)

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