As an Old Jack Daw and a Young Jack Daw Vere a valking out together, As you very vell know vhat birds vill do That are of the same feather; Says the Old Jack Daw to the Young Jack Daw, For I sees a cow in yonder mead-ow, As the Old Jack Daw and the Young Jack Daw Says the Young Jack Daw to the Old Jack Daw, Says the Old Jack Daw to the Young Jack Daw, Vhy you can't ride half so vell; Then, says the Young Jack Daw to the Old Jack Daw, If I can't, vhy then I vill cut a great swell. As the Old Jack Daw and the Young Jack Daw Vere going on vith their dispute, Says the Old Jack Daw to the Young Jack Daw, I vishes as how you'd be mute; Says the Young Jack Daw to the Old Jack Daw, I vo'n't, for I'll kick up a row; Why then, says the Old Jack Daw to the Young Jack Daw, I'll kick you off of the cow. As the Old Jack Daw and the Young Jack Daw Says the Old Jack Daw to the Young Jack Daw Says the Young Jack Daw to the Old Jack Daw, Fy on you, you vicked Old Bird; Vith that, the Old Jack Daw kick'd the Young Jack Daw, And tumbled him into a Vhen the Old Jack Daw saw the Young Jack Daw, He vas sorry for vhat he had done; Says the Old Jack Daw to the Young Jack Daw, Oh! indeed, it was only in fun; Says the Young Jack Daw to the Old Jack Daw, I'll go home and I'll tell my mammy; Vhy then, says the Old Jack Daw to the Youn, Jack Daw, If I care for the old witch, d-me. OH, THEN I THINK OF THEE, DEAR OH! not when other eyes may read But when the stars rise from the sea, And when upon the rose the dew And buds close upon the chestnut tree,- Our cow and our pig, my dear Norah, are dead, Made the Squire build for Norah a cabin quite For if Providence minds to send legs to your chairs, Sure he'll never forget to send fathers for heirs- So to him and Old Nick I kick babies and you- OH, LADY! I'VE DREAMT OF THEE NIGHT AFTER NIGHT. (Kenney.) OH, lady! I've dreamt of thee night after night, And kissed that sweet image so often, That though I much feared even that was not right, It hath seemed all my sorrows to soften. But nights then have followed, so sleepless with care, So full of wild wishes and sadness, Without one illusion to sooth my despair, That demons might pity my madness. Oh! think it not, lady, a toy of my youth, I have loved thee with so much devotion and truth, I am sure I shall love thee for ever. Then here let me swear, though unpitied the while, And, hopeless, I still should implore thee, Condemned by thy scorn, or restored by thy smile, In life, or in death, to adore thee! HARK! HARK! THE JOY-INSPIRING HARK! hark! the joy-inspiring horn And echoes through the dale; Nor gates nor hedges can impede Like lightning, darting o'er the plains, Her path the timid hare forsakes, There pants awhile for breath; WHEN friendship or love When truth, in a glance, should appear, With a dimple or smile, But the test of affection's a tear. Too oft is a smile But the hypocrite's wile, To mask detestation or fear; Give me the soft sigh, Whilst the soul-telling eye Is dimmed for awhile with a tear. Mild Charity's glow, To us mortals below,' Where this virtue is felt, The man, doomed to sail The soldier's brave death, Is Glory's romantic career; But he raises the foe, When in battle laid low, And bathes every wound with a tear. Sweet scene of my youth, Seat of Friendship and Truth, Where love chased each fast-fleeting year; Loth to leave thee, I mourned, For a last look I turned, But thy spire was scarce seen through a tear. Though my vows I can pour To my Mary no more, My Mary, to love once so dear; I remember the hour, She rewarded those vows with a tear., By another possessed, May she live ever blessed, Her name still my heart must revere; With a sigh I resign What I once thought was mine, And forgive her deceit with a tear. Ye friends of my heart, May no marble bestow Shall blazon my name, THE CHURCHWARDENS' DINNER. (With original Speaking.) OH! what a fine sight is a churchwardens' dinner, You'd think they'd been fasting for two days or more: I'm sure t'must give pleasure, yes e'en to a sinner, your sion, Mr. Guzzle wine shall take the chair. Bravo! Yes, yes. Gentlemen, in returning thanks for the honour done me, I can only say I can only say upon my soul I'm very much obliged to you. Bravo! bravo! bravo! That's what call a short speech and a merry one. Vell, that's just what I wishes for in my liquor; I loves a drop of something short. I say, Jack, when do you think the dinner will come up? To-morrow morning, perhaps. Sir, I am disgusted with your insinivation. My dear Mr. Fullboy, you'll get a crick in neck if you keep sitting with your back to the door. Thank'e, sir, it's the only thing I have been frightened of for a long time. Then, sir, I can only say that you are not a jolly fellow, or you would never be frightened at a draught. Your draught, sir, is dry wit, and wants something to wet it. Then look out for the wine ;-but here comes the dinner. Silence, gentlemen, for Non nobbis. Non what, sir? Non nobbis. Non the devil! There's an ignorant dog to call grace the devil. Silence! silence! for Oh! what a fine sight, &c. Pray walk up that leg, sir, and hoist me the shoulder; This tough little pig is a terrible bore: Give me some hot liver,-no, wait till it's colder; And I'll take some heart for the good of the poor. Alderman Gobble takes turtle and sherry: Here, bring me some wine,-waiter, you keep the door. Our president, Guzzlewine's, drank himself merry, But all this is done for the good of the poor. SPOKEN.] Pray, sir, can you tell me what I've got on my plate? The wing of a fowl, sir. Then I can only say that it's a foul wing. Lord! sir, that was a merry thought. Yes, and if you wait a bit, that gentleman has got another. Where? Why, sticking in his throat. Sir, I vishes as how you vouldn't shake your floury head so when you eat, for roast goose doesn't vant a dredger. Šir, how dare you insinuate that I have flour in my head. I insinuate, sir, that you've got nothing in your head. Order, order, gentlemen; being all plain men, we don't want any flowry language here. No; but let me tell you, sir, ill-bred men, when they talk about flour, are enough to make any man crusty. I ax your pardon, sir, but I had no idea you was a baker. There's Mr. Dipwell, the tallow-chandler, sitting with nothing before him what will yon please to take, sir? A little bit of any thing fat, sir. Mr. Fitwell, the shoemaker, what shall I help you to? A little bit of that eel pie, if you please. What do you wish for, Doctor Preachaway? A good sole, sir. He he he! that's werry droll,-soles and eels. Now, gentlemen, I'll ask you a riddle : -Why does a clergyman and a shoemaker resemble each other? I don't know, sir. Do you, sir? No. Do you, sir? No. Why, then, I'll tell you; because they both endeavour to mend the understanding. Is it? well, What a fine sight, &c. health of our worthy wicker, I can only say that I SPOKEN.] Gentlemen, in rising to give the am giving that of a good man, (bravo!)-a man body else's soul and body;-a man that never that is eager to benefit both his own and every flinches from a two-hours' sermon, or a two-pint bottle;-a man that wishes to benefit and bring even his curate into practice, by letting him do all the church business throughout the year, while he resting from the hard effects of a drinking bout, himself, gentlemen, is generously lying in bed, or which has made him unfit for any thing in the world but a bishop. It is useless to say more, gentlemen; so here is the Rev. Dr. Graspall, with three times three. Mr. Drinkaway, sir, you've cracked a bottle. Well, sir, what of that; I intends to crack a dozen before I leaves the room. Holloa! where's the chairman? Why, lying under the table, with the parish-clerk's foot in his mouth. Then I can only say, that he is very near a calf. Oh! what a fine sight, &c. ........ O SAY NOT WOMAN'S LOVE IS BOUGHT. (Pocock.) OH! say not woman's love is bought Love's flame, it wanders never; Oh! say not woman's false as fair; THE SOLDIER'S ADIEU. ADIEU, adieu, my only life! My honour calls me from thee Thy fervent orisons are flown; Thou putt'st up there, Shall call a guardian angel down, My safety thy fair truth shall be, Enough, with that benignant smile, Who wondered and admired thee. Though thundering cannons rattle, Though murdering carnage stalks in view, When on the wings of thy true love, To heaven above, &c. Iron bedsteads have long been in use, With cast-iron they now pave our streets, Each tailor has a cast-iron goose, And we soon shall have cast-iron sheets. We have cast-iron gates and lamp-posts, Whose wife kicks up a terrible row, sir, Make a cast-iron tongue for my spouse, sir. We have cast-iron fenders and grates, Wish her dear hubby's head to adorn, sir, So great is the fashion of late, Tol, lol, lol, &c. We have cast-iron hammers and axes, And, if we may judge by their weight, We have plenty of cast-iron taxes. Cast-iron bank-notes we can't use, But should we e'er prove such big ninnies, A good Henry Hase to refuse, Tol, lol, lol, &c. read so; Which found to be false, says, " as sure as a gu "That lying fellow the cobbler said so." Then, there's Barbarossa, the shaver, will spin Then, the butcher, the baker, the grocer, and Are as full of reports as an egg's full of meat, And, should they but hear we have taken a ship, Will tell you, and swear it, we've taken a fleet' Yet, when it's discovered such news is a lie, And more are found hatching where others have bred so, To get off with credit, then comes the old cry, "That prating fellow, the cobbler, said so." T'other day it fell out that a wedding took place (For so said the gossips, and they must be right!) Between so-and-so,-when, oh! terrible case, In seven weeks after, a child came to light! But Truth, to show Scandal for once told a lie, Prov'd the bride chanced to die, 'ere to church they were led so. When again it was said, with a stare and a why, "That lying fellow, the cobbler, said so." ........ TO ANACREON, IN HEAVEN. (Ralph Tomlinson.) To Anacreon, in heaven, where he sat in full glee, A few sons of Harmony sent a petition, That he their inspirer and patron would be, When this answer arrived from the jolly old "Voice, fiddle, and flute, "I'll lend ye my name, and inspire ye to boot; "And, besides, I'll instruct you, like me, to entwine "The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine." The news through Olympus immediately flew : When old Thunder pretended to give himself airs "If these mortals are suffer'd their scheme to "The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine. "The yellow-hair'd god and his nine fusty maids "From Helicon's banks will incontinent flee; "Idalia will boast but of tenantless shades, "And the biforked hill a mere desert will be: "My thunder, no fear on't, "Shall soon do it's errand, "And, d-'me, I'll swinge the ringleaders, I warrant; "I'll trim the young dogs, for thus daring to twine "The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine." Apollo rose up, and said, " Pr'ythee ne'er quarrel, "Good king of the gods, with my votaries below: "Your thunder is useless :"-then, showing his laurel, Cried, "Sic evitabile fulmen, you know! "Then over each head Cried Jove," We relent, since the truth you now tell us : "And swear, by old Styx, that they long shall entwine "The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine." Ye sons of Anacreon, then, join hand-in-hand; Preserve unanimity, friendship, and love: 'Tis yours to support what's so happily planned; You've the sanction of gods, and the fiat of Jove. While thus we agree, Our toast let it be "May our club flourish, happy, united, and free, "And long may the Sons of Anacreon entwine "The myrtle of Venus with Bacchus's vine." WE'LL GANG TO KIRK AWA'. For, though they say we shanna' wed, Still Jamie fondly whispers me, For we will gang to kirk, my love, My father's grown a crabbed man, Still Jamie fondly whispers me, For we will gang to kirk, &c. My granny's kind, and takes our part And Jamie's hopes are joined to mine, For, while we have a friend in her, Still Jamie fondly whispers me, For we will gang to kirk, &c. ARISE! AND BLOW THE TRUMPET, ARISE! and blow the trumpet, Fame! To realms and worlds unknown: Prized far above his throne. We help the poor in time of need, |