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.My master comes, like any Turk,

And bangs me most severely.
But let him bang his belly full,

I'll bear it all for Sally,
She is the darling of my heart,

And she lives in our alley.
Of all the days that're in the week,

I dearly love but one day,
And that's the day that comes between,

The Saturday and Monday,
For then I'm drest, all in my best,

To walk abroad with Sally,
She is the darling of my heart,

And she lives in our alley.
My master carries me to church,

And often am I blamed,
Because I leave him in the lurch,

As soon as text is named.
I leave the church in sermon time,

And slink away to Sally,
She is the darling of my heart,

And she lives in our alley.
When Christmas comes about again,

Oh then I shall have money,
I'll hoard it up, and box it all,

I'll give it to my honey.
And would it were ten thousand pounds,

I'd give it all to Sally,
She is the darling of my heart,

And she lives in our alley.
My master, and the neighbours all,

Make game of me and Sally,
And but for her, I'd better be,

A slave and row a galley. But when my seven lone years are out,

Oh then I'll marry Sally, Oh then we'll wed, and then we'll bed,

But not in our alley.

MY NATIVE HILLS.

I Love the hills, my native hills,

O'er which so oft I've stray'd;
The shading trees, the murm'ring rills,

Where I in childhood play'd.
I love to feel the breezes blow,

Upon the hills so free:
Where'er I am, where'er I go,

My native hills for me.

I love the hills, my native hills,

All purple with the heath: Those fertile grounds the peasant tills,

And the woodlands far beneath. When fancied joys in hope I view,

I think those hills I see; Where'er I am, where'er I go,

My native hills for me.

WILLIAM AND MARY.

'twas in the middle of the night,
To sleep young William tried,

When Mary's ghost came stealing in,
And stood at his bed-side.

0 William dear! O William dear,
My rest eternal ceases;

Alas! my everlasting peace,
Is broken into pieces.

1 thought the last of all my cares
Would end with my last minute;

Bat though I went to my long home,
I didn't stay long in it.

The body snatchers they have come,
And made a snatch at me;

It's very hard them kind of men
Won't let a body be!

You thought that I was buried deep,
Quite decent-like, and chary;

But from my grave in Mary bone.
They've come and boned your Mary.

The arm that used to take your arm,

Is took to Dr. Vyse;
And both my legs are gone to walk

The hospital at Guy's!

I vow'd that you should have my hand,

But fate gives us denial;
You'll find it there at Dr. Bell's,

In spirits in a phial.

As for my feet, the little feet

You used to call so pretty,
There's one I know in Bedford Row,

The t'other's in the City.
I can't tell where my head is gone,

But Dr. Carpue can;
As for my trunk its all pack'd up,

To go by Pickford's van.

I wish you'd go to Mr. P.

And save me such a ride;
I don't half like the outside place

They've took for my inside.

The cock it crows !—I must be gone!

My William, we must part;
But I'll be your's in death, although

Sir Astley has my heart.

Don't go to weep upon my grave,
And think that there I be;

They havn't left an atom there
Of my anatomie!

THE TEAR FELL GENTLY.

The tear fell gently from her eye,
When last we parted on the shore:

My bosom heaved with many a sigh,
To think I ne'er might see her more.

"Dear youth," she cried, " and canst thou haste away.

My heart will break, a little moment stay.

Alas! I cannot, I cannot part from thee."

"The anchor's weigVd ; farewell, farewell, remember

me!"

"Weep not, my love," I trembling said,
"Doubt not a constant heart like mine;

I ne'er can meet another maid,

Whose charms can fix that heart like thine."

"Go then," she cried, " but let thy constant mind

Oft think of her you leave in tears behind,

A maid, this last embrace my pledge shall be."

"The anchor's weigh'd; farewell, farewell, remember

I WHISPERED HER A LAST ADIEU.

I Whisfered her a last adieu,

I gave a mournful kiss,
Cold showers of sorrow bathed her eyes,
And her poor heart was torn with sighs?
Yet, strange to tell, 'twas then I knew

Most perfect bliss.
For love, at other times suppressed,

Was all betrayed at this;
I saw him, weeping, in her eyes,
I heard him breathe among her sighs;
And every sob which shook her breast

Thrilled mine with bliss.

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The sight which keen affection clears,

How can it judge amiss? To me 't pictured hope, and taught My spirit this consoling thought,— That Love's sun, though it rise in tears,

May set in bliss.

THE FLAG OP LIBERTY.

The flaunting flag of liberty,

(Of Gallia's sons the boast)
Oh, never may a Briton see

Upon the British coast!
The only flag that Freedom rears.

Her emblem on the seas,
Is the flag that braved a thousand years,

The battle and the breeze!

To aid the trampled rights of man,

And break oppression's chain,
The foremost in the battle's van,

It never floats in vain.
The mariner, where'er he steers,

In every clime he sees,
The flag that's braved a thousand years,

The battle and the breeze!

If all unite as once we did,

To keep her flag unfurl'd,
Old England still may fearless bid

Defiance to the world!
But fast will flow the nation's tears,

If lawless hands should seize
The flag that's braved a thousand years,

The battle and the breeze!

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