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O! WHEN IN DAYS THAT ARE YET TO RISE.
O! when, in days that are yet to rise, A lone you stray by this
moon - lit
sea, And gaze as now on the starry skies, Will not a fond thought revert to me?
Wilt thou not wish, although no longer Fond inter-est in thy heart I claim, That
other friends and ties far stronger May happily light my steps to fame.
strong nor wes - ter's blow-ing, Bill-Hark! don't you hear it roar now?
help them how I pi- ties all
'Foolhardy chaps what lives in towns,
But as for them who're out all day, On business, from their houses, And late at night are coming home To cheer their babes and spouses,
HONEST BOB OF THE MILL.
My heart is as honest and brave as the best; My bo-dy's as sound as
roach; Tho' in gay span-gled garments I never was dress'd, Nor stuck up my nob in a
THEY TELL ME THERE ARE OTHER LANDS.
Allegro con Espressione.
They tell me there are other lands More beautiful than thee, Up - on whose
sands the gem and pearl Are scat-ter'd by the sea; They tell me there are o-ther
by the sea. They say their streams o'er crys -tal flow, Through spicy groves and
dwells, And in their never fading flow'rs The bee un ti ring dwells. They
tell me there are 0 - ther lands More beau- ti - ful than thee, More beau- ti
A frog he would a wooing go, Heigh - o! says Rowly; A frog he
would a wooing go, Whether his
mo ther would let him or no,-With his
rowly pow-ly, gammon and spinage-' Heigh-o!' said An-thony Row
"Yes, kind sirs; I'm sitting to spin,' With a rowly powly, &c.
'Come, Mrs. Mouse, now give us some beer,' Heigho, &c.
"That Froggy and I may have some cheer,' With a rowly powly, &c.
'Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song?'
And let it be something that's not very long,'
'Indeed, Mrs. Mouse,' replied the frog,
'A cold has made me as hoarse as a hog,' With a rowly powly, &c.
'Since you have caught cold, Mr. Frog,'mousy said, Heigho, &c.
'I'll sing you a song that I have just made,'
As they were in glee and a merry-making,
A cat and her kittens came tumbling in,
The cat, she seized the rat by the crown,
The kittens, they pull'd the little mouse down,
This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright,
He took up his hat, and he wish'd them good night,
As Froggy was crossing it over a brook,
A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up,
So here is an end of one, two, and three,
The rat, the mouse, and the little froggy,
WIDOW GLIB AND SIR STEEPLE.
The Poetry by George Daniel, Esq., to the Music of A Frog he would a wooing go.'
Sir Steeple he courted the queer widow Glib
Heigho! Sir Steeple,
He knew she was rich, and he wanted to crib
A comical beau was Sir Steeple.
Her purse it was long, tho' her person was short-
And her beauty was none of the ravishing sort;
Now love, in return, the fair widow enthrals,
They gadded together to concerts and balls,
The fair Mrs. Glib and Sir Steeple.
They trotted to church, for their passion increas'd-
But, in choosing two evils, I've chosen the least!'
Coupled so drolly,
Off march'd Widow Glib and Sir Steeple
AND HAS SHE THEN FAIL'D IN HER TRUTH.
And has she then fail'd in her truth, The beautiful maid I adore? Shall I