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He knocks the quicksilver about,

Nor ever asks what there's to pay, Sir ;
Don't let his mother know he's out,
But drinks tea in the Milky Way, Sir !

Murphy hath a weather eye, &c.

MIN

THE BAY OF BISCAY, O!
Loud roared the dreadful thunder,

The rain a deluge showers,
The clouds were rent asunder

By lightning's vivid powers ;
The night both drear and dark,

Our poor devoted bark,
Till next day, there she lay

In the Bay of Biscay, 0!
Now dashed upon the billow,

Our opening timbers creak,
Each fears a wat’ry pillow,

None stops the dreadful leak;
To cling to slipp'ry shrouds

Each breathless seamon crowds,
As she lay till the day

In the Bay of Biscay, 0 !
At length the wished-for morrow

Broke through the hazy sky,
Absorbed in silent sorrow,

Each heaved a bitter sigh;
The dismal wreck to view,

Struck horror to the crew,
As she lay on that day

In the Bay of Biscay, O!
Her yielding timbers sever,

Her pitchy seams are rent.
When Heaven all bounteous eyer,

Its boundless mercy sent ;

A sail in sight appears,

We hail her with three cheers,
Now we sail with the gale

From the Bay of Biscay, O!

WHEN WE WENT OUT A GIPSYING.
In the days when we went gipsying,

A long time ago,
The lads and lasses in their best,

Were drest from top to toe.
We danc'd and sung the jocund song,

Upon the forest green,
And nought but mirth and jollity,
Around us could be seen.

And thus we pass'd the merry time,

Nor thought of care or woe,
In the days when we went gipsying,

A long time ago.
All hearts were light, and eyes were bright,

And nature's face was gay,
The trees their leafy branches spread,

And perfume filled the May ;
'Twas there we heard the cuckoo's note,

Steal softly through the air, While every scene around us look'd, Most beautiful and fair.

And thus, we pass’d, &c. We fill'd a glass to every lass,

And all our friends so dear,
And wish'd them many happy days,

And many a happy year :
We gave the king with all our hearts,

And may his subjects be,
A nation's pride, all lands beside,
And glory of the sea.

And thus we pass'd, &c.

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And should we ever pay again

A visit to the scene,
We'll sing with all our heart and voice,

“God bless our gracious Queen," May she live long o'er us to reign,

And by her actions prove,
That she has gain'd her utmost wish,
A people's lasting love,

And thus we'll pass the merry time,

Nor think of care or woe,
As we did when we went gipsying,

A long time ago.

HURRAH! FOR THE BONNETS OF BLUE.

HERE's a health to them that's awa', Here's a health to them that's awa,' And wha winna wish guid luck to our cause, _May never guid luck be their fa'; "Tis guid to be merry and wise, "Tis guid to be merry and true,

'Tis guid to support Caledonia's cause, And bide by the Bonnets of Blue. Hurrah ! for the Bonnets of Blue.

"Tis guid to support, &c. Here's a health to them that's awa',

Here's a health to them that's awa', Here's a health to Charlie the chief of the clan,

Although that his band is but sma' ; Heres freedom to him that would read, Here's freedom to him that would write, There's none ever feard that the truth should be

heard, But they whom the truth should indite. Hurrah ! for the Bonnets of Blue.

"Tis guid to support, &c.

MY NATIVE HIGHLAND HOME. My Highland home, where tempests blow,

And cold thy wintry looks,
Thy mountains crown'd wi' driven snow,

And ice-bound are thy brooks:
But colder far's the Briton's heart,

However far he roam,
To whom these words no joy impart,

My native Highland home.'
Then gang wi' me to Scotland dear,

We ne'er again will roam,
And with thy smile, so bonnie, cheer

My native Highland home.
When summer comes, the heather-bell

Shall tempt thy feet to rove ;
The tender dove, within the dell,

In tes to peace and love ;
For blithesome is the breath of day,

And sweet's the bonnie broom,
And pure the dimpling rills that play,
Around my Highland home.

Then gang wi' me, &c.

TOO WELL I LOVE THEE.

Go, lover, false! go, man, unkind !

My heart may break, but can't forget thee; E'en though remembrance probes my mind,

And bids me rue the day I met thee ! Go where you will, o'er land or seas, Where sun-beams burn, or waters freeze,

Yes, traitor ! yes, too well I love thee!" Go, wily fiend ! with serpent tongue,

And tell how well that tongue deceived me;

What vows you made, what praises sung,
And make thy boast how I believed thee?

Go where you will, &c. Go perjured man! with manless heart,

But let no woman's eye behold thee; Wound no fond breast with falsehood's dart, Nor whisper tales like those you told me !"

Go where thou wilt, &c.

I'LL LOVE THEE EVER DEARLY. LET others breathe the melting sigh,

And swear they love to madness,
To them I leave the tearful eye,

And all love's sober sadness;
No tender vows and prayers are mine,

But this I swear sincerely,
While truth and honest love are thine,

I'll love thee ever dearly.
Then lady, though I scorn the wiles

Which love too oft discovers,
Ne'er spurn the heart that woos with smiles,

For smiles were made for lovers. And though no tender vows are mine,

Yet this I swear sincerely, &c.

BEGONE DULL CARE.

DUET. BEGONE dull care, I prythee begone from me, Begone dull care, thou and I shall never agree Long time thou hast been tarrying here, And fain thou would'st me kili, But i'faith dull care, Thou never shalt have thy will.

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