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As I walked out one evening fair,

And all alone, as supposed, 'Twas thro' the groves to take the air,

And by no means could be disclosed. A pretty girl I chanc'd to meet,

Who caus'd me long time for to tarry; And then of me she did entreat,

To tell her when I meant to marry. Sweetheart, said I, if you must know,

Mark well these words,and I'll reveal them, Since in your mind you bear it so,

And in your heart you will conceal them. If you'll promise me you'll make no words,

But of such things you will be warySo then, in brief, I did begin

To tell her when I meant to marry. When saffron grows in meadows green,

And every stream flows milk and honeyWhen sugar grows on cherry trees,

And men refuse to take good moneyWhen cockle shells turn diamond rings,

And glass with pearls may be compar'dWhen gold is made of the grey goose' wing,

O then my love and I'll be married. When country girls for judges sit,

And Fall don't come till FebruaryAnd the miller doth his toll forget,

O then, my love and I'll be married. When Scotland is by man remov’d,

And England into France is carried-

And every maid proves true to her word,

O then, my love and I'll be married.
Kind sir, said she, you need not frown,

Nor think that I stand at your leisure,
For in the country and in town,

I can have sweethearts at my pleasure.
When whales in little dishes swim,

And castles on their backs do carry-
When ox turns man, and not till then,

With you, kind sir, I mean to marry.


Sajd a smile to a tear,

On the cheek of my dear, Which beam'd like the sun in spring weather,

In sooth, lovely tear,

It strange doth appear,
That we should be both here together.

I came from the heart,

A soft balm to impart,
To yonder sad daughter of grief.

And I, said the smile,

That heart now beguile,
Since you gave the poor mourner relief.

Oh! then, said the tear,

Sweet smile, it is clear,
We're twins, and soft pity our mother;

And how lovely that face,

Which together we grace,
For the wo and the bliss of another.

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BARNEY LEAVE THE GIRLS ALONE. Judy leads me such a life!

[repeat] The devil ne'er had such a wife;

What can the matter be ?
For, if I sing the funny song
Of Dolly put the ketile on,
She's mocking at me all day long;

What can the matter be?
Mr. Barney, leave the girls alone! [repeat]
Why don't you leave the girls alone?

And let them quiet be?
Put the muffins down to roast, [repeat]
Blow the fire and make the toast;

We'll all take tea.
Barney, you're a wicked boy, [repeat]
And you do always play and toy

With all the gals you see.
Mr. Barney, leave the girls alone! [repeat]
Why don't you leave the girls alone,

And let them quiet le ?
Mr. Barney, leave the girls alone! [repeat]
Why don't you leave the girls alone,

And let them quiet be?
Barney, rock the cradle, O! [repeat]
Or else you'll get the ladle, O!

When Judy harps to-day.
[Spoken.) Barney, rock that cradle, or I'll
break your pate with the ladle; yes, you dog,
if you don't mind your P's and Q's, I'll comb
your head with a three-legged stool.

You see, the other afternoon I was ax'd out to


take a comfortable dish o' four shilling shouchong tea, and I sat alongside of Miss Polly Spriggins; I saw she got quite smitten with my countenance--says she to me, Mr. Barney, will you have a game of hunt the slipper? With all my heart, says I; then my wife bawled out, from the other end of the parlor,

Mr. Barney, leave the girls alone! [repeat]
Why don't you leave the the girls alone,

And let them quiet be?
Judy she loves whisky, O;


to uncle's shop at night,
And spends an hour or two;
Then, Barney, what must Barney do,
But take a drop of whiskey too,
And toast the girl that's kind and true?

For that's the way with me. [Spoken.] Yes, that is the way we go, to be sure, and to say the truth on it, it is none of the pleasantest. You see I loves a good dinner, but some how or other we don't get much in the week days, a pig's foot and a carrot, no great choice ; but on Sunday we always have a shoulder of mutton stuck round with turnips. I like a piece of the brown, but my wife she always tucks me off with the knuckle bone or the shoulder blade, or a piece of the dry flap, to the tune of

Mr. Barney, leave the girls alone! [repeat]
Why don't you leave the girls alone,

And let them quiet be?

THE DONE OVER TAILOR. A Tailor I once was, as blithe as e'er need be, Until love, alas! sure a phantom has made ine ; I that once was so lusty, was callid Will the rover, Am now a poor skeleton-Oh! I'm done over. How many a day have I sai with great pleasure, And cut out iny cloth to my customers' measure, With a full yard for cabbage-Div'd then in Dover; But Sue's cruel charms have me fairly done over. When first I beheld her pass by my shop-window, My goose, being hot, burnt a sleeve to a cinder; 0! the girls do so jeer ine that I can go nowhere, Was ever poor tailer so fairly done over? The last time I saw her was with a bold sailor, She sheer'd, and said, there's the done over tailor; Good bye, Mr. Srich-cloth, I'm going to Dover,Was ever poor tailor so fairly done over? So now she has left me and gone with the sailor, Thus left me alone-a poor done over tailorI ne'er will cabbage, or be Will the rover. God grant I was dead, for I'm surely done over.

I'll pull a bunch of buds and flow'rs,

And tie a ribbon round them;
If you'll but think in your lonely hours,

Of the sweet little girl that bound them. I'll cull the earliest that put forth,

And those that last the longest,
And the bud that boasts the fairest birth,

Shall cling to the stem that's strongest.
I've run about the garden walks,

And search'd among the dew, Sir :These fragrant flow'rs, these tender stalks,

I've gather'd them all for you, Sir.

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