PR lift! H Hi Gass. Book- THE »> ; • • 3" ' J' 1 eottfctSiial gonggUiv ,■ A COLLECTION OF NEW AND POPULAR SONGS, COMIC AND SENTIMENTAL. There is no Pride about me. When the Boatswai n pi pes all hands The Literary Dustman. To-morrow's my Bir.th-day. Jim Crow Canst thou Love and coldly fly me. Toasts. One little Kiss from Lips I Love. Vive le Roi. If that I Love. The ladybird skims o'er the wood- Oh yes, so Well so Tenderly. bine. Pretty Rosaline. Prettv Baby, smile again. Let us haste. There's a brightness in thine eye, Here's a Health. Love. SweetAnuy frae the sea beach came. Well, I've been trying full an hour. *Twas in that Season of the Year. I really know not what to think. Ye Banks and Braes, Shout* Sons of the Ocean. The Gathering of the Clans. Weep notMother, though thyChild In the Pari3h of Newiugtou. Good bye, my Love, good bye. Though much is said. The Tiger crouches in the Wood. One [VJoru while I was Brewing;. Oid Conwell, the Pilot, for many a When I was but a Tiny Boy year. I'll tell you how a Barber's Clerk. I saw him but once The March of Intellect announces. We have Lived and Loved together. One Night came on a Hurricane. ■- S Rouse from thy Slumber. If I had a Donkey wot wouldtgo. In the midst of its fury. I'll sing you a Song, but its all on Napoleon's Grav». the. sly. Rise Herod, my Hound. In my Note Book I find recorded. The Merry Mountain Horn. From Brighton Two Paddies. Poor Bessy was a Sailor's Wife. [ was goinff to be Married One Djy . Sing, Sing, Sing, who Sings. The Calais Packet Should my Country demand. Oil running's the theme ofmySong Some Love to Roam. Gad a mercy ! Devil's iu me. Come fill roe a Goblet of Sparkling Bill Body is as Drunk a Man. Wine. This is a Cab-asre all allow. When Time hath Bereft Thee. 0. HODGSON, 111, FLEET STREET, LONDON. PRICE SIXPENCE. ? 1837. d * -? >^ v V HODGSON'S \ COLLECTION QF COMIC SONGS. THE HACKNEY-COACH. Matheivs Air. — Royal Charlie. This is a cab age all allow, For only them we meet, now; And omnibuses take the lead, In every road and street, now ; Poor Jarvey he stands at a stand, For a job's not to be had, now ; And if by chance he gets a call, His fare is very bad now. Spoken.] Now, I say, Jim, vy don't yon get up 1 you ought to have been on the stand afore now ; cause for why — if you'd ha' been on the stand, you'd been off the stand. Vot's o'clock? I'll tell you 'rectly, Jim, — eh ! no, I can't, my vatch has been on the stand, seemingly. How comfortable I have laid, to be sure ! von o' your horses' nose-bags I've used for a nigbt-cap, and t'other to put my feet in. Now, Sam, get the horses ready — curricomb 'em directly. Yes, it's very easy to say curricomb 'em ; but who's to do it— over bones a3 sticks out like theirn does 1 I hung my hat on von o' their hip- bones last night, and there it vos this morning, sure enough I Look, Sam, that horse is going to sneeze — hit him a vhack on the flank. Vot for, vot for I Vy, if I vos to suffer that horse to sneeze, it vould shake him all to pieces ; vhenever 1 sees him a making up a face to cr.eeze, I tips him a knock, and checks the hiuclination. See how natural that .Butternrkin puts his head to the corn-bin. Ah ! if he'd a grain of sense, he vonldn't do that. Sec how natural he looks aC mc, as much as to say ' Hay V Vy, a bull leads a better life than von o' your cattle, Jim, for a bull does get baited sometimes, and yocir cattle never does. Ulloa I vh£, vhere's one o' the vheels gone (At mv Oi'ch { I took it off last night, to prewent it running avay —they're always coming off, too or t'other, in the street ; they're vot I calls the ' vheels of misfor- tune V . I say, Mr. Coachman 1 I want a coach — make haste, I'm terribly cold. Veil then, get in, and put your hands into my cut eh pockets. Ned, lend me half a so- veren, vill you ? Why t No apo» logy, Ned, I don't require it — give us over the sufferer. Jack, what's the reason that that black mare is so melancholy. Vhy, she vos vonce put into a mourning-coach, and tf> poor thing's never recovered the ahock properly. This is a cab age, &fc. The Jarvey never gets a lift, Without giving one to others; Like a duck, he likes a rainy day, -» When mist and snow down sjno- thers. [wish, He's e'er prepared to meet each Whatever wind may blow, ^rs » His care is drowned in a bowl, And his only joy is uo ! sirs. Spoken.] 1 say, Jim, don't you see you're called? that voman yon- der, at the door, vants you. Coach, coach !— let down the steps, coach- man — drat it ! how the wind blows — my candle spit3— 1 can't come out, coachman, or my candle will go out ; these two children are go- ing back again to school at Roches- ter — you must take them to Lad Lane to meet the coach. Good by, my little dears ! good by ! [Aside*] The nasty ugly little whelps,— Good by! Now then, ya hip I st—st— st 1 go along, Buturfirkin 1 fee he I Oh, crikey I oh I stop the coach, if you please. What's the matter 1 Oh I I've left half-a-do- zen marbles behind. Now then, jump up, my little dears. Dorches- ter, Dorchester 1 jump up. Wh«fe are these children going to, sirf Dorchester. Jump up. — Now then, alls right, go along 1 Good by, A % .// HODGSON'S COLLECTION OF SONGS. children ! good by ! I say, Jack — how vet I am, I haven't a dry- thread about me. Ulioa ! what coach is this coining up? The Ro- chester coach, sir. The Rochester ! ' why, damme ! that's the coach 1 fhould have sent ihe children by ! the names of Dorchester and Ro- chester sounded so much alike, that I have sent 'em to Dorchester, instead of Rochester — never mird, there's as good schools at one piace as at t'other. I was at a knacker- dammy there once myself. How do, Mr. Fagan 1 Sure, I'm very well, thank you ! I've come to look for a gentleman that is lost. A gentleman lost ! where ? Here, read this bill. {Reads.] ' Lost I an ^derly gentleman, about forty-five years of age— with a wart on his left hand — ferocious look. Had on a blue faded coat, white waistcoat ail over snuff, a paper-machee snuff- box in his pocket ; two seals, one marked W. R., the other U. N. R. He was last seen to be lifted into a hackney coach — he told the coach- man to drive him to the devil; but the coachman refused to go, unless he would insure him the hack fare. Whoever has found the said gentleman, will receive two pounds' reward ! No greater ^-reward will be offered, as his dis- consolate friends will not give more than the value.' This is a cab age, &c The jarvey bears the brunt of all Their scoffing and their jesting ; And seldon gets a civil word. For each seems him molesting. He's food for every jester's mirth ; And his horses have their chaff- ing,- Hft rattle they play with in style, There's no end to their laughing. Spoken.] I say, old fellow — ywi've nearly stove my coach in with your pole— but nev«-r mind. 1 don't. Jack, your mare's gone to deep. Never mind ! vait till I gets a fare, and see vot a cut I'll gee \\£r. Coachman (hie) drive me to (nic) to the theatre. Which on 'em, sir ? Wliich you like — \\ hich fe (hie) which is best ? I say, look, here comes a black footman— in Tfaite livery. Dam oo imprance, rnassa — what oo make game on him Or i I hope no offence. Do yon want a coach, mungo? No, me wan no coach— me in a hurry, m assa. Grikjey, Jack! what a pair o' bandy legs tea pot's got. No, him legs am bery well, massa, only him got debilish crooked stocking on. I say, aggrawating Sam, vot'3 tlie vorth o' your two knackers ? Yy, that von's vorth von pound five alive, and sixteen bob when dead- Why, he's worth as much dead as alive, then ? what do yon keep him for 1 Vy, can't you tell ? — to make them iike a pair. The other von does all the vork. Ve calls the iazy von Sinecure. I'll toss you for a pot. Long Bob. A pot o' what ? A pot o' vot you likes. Small, home-brewed, table, or anything e!«e, so as it ain't the lament-table. I toss'd up a ha'penny — where's it gone 1 I think it must nave dnspp'd into the horse's ear. Now let's go intothe Marquis of Granby'sHead. Pray, sir, is the Marquis of Granbr a general ? No, he's a Inn-sign. I say, father, don't drink all that beer, save us a drop. There, my boy — the boy likes a drop— he takes after his father. Yes, I may take after you — but I take zvery littie, though. What's the reason that hackney coachman sits there, with his spec- tacles on. Oh ! he's waiting for a fare — he's asleep, but don't want them to know it. Sam, vot are you summons'd for ! Nothing, no thing, only for being sarcy, and tak ing eight shillings more than my fare. Long Bob— don't you hit your cattle about like that ; vy don't you hit 'em all alike 1 not strike von on the stomach and t'other on the head. Oh 1 I'm try- ing to oblige 'em — von likes it on von place, and t'other on t'other. This is a cab age, &c. BILL BODY IS AS DRUNK A MAN. Bill Body is as drunk a man As any in this town ; And tries to keep his body up By a weight upon his crown. For he a porter is by trade, And off of liquor thinks ; So vvhen'any thing this porter ails, Why, ale this porter drinks. Tol de roi, &c. One night Bill Body with a loaJ To Blenheim-steps he sped ; His head above his body shook, Cause he'd a body above his head. [a tone, He drank more ale, and humnrc. Then his head went niddy nod dy; HOBGSOiVS COLLECTION OF SONGS. When down the living Billy fell, Dead drunk upon the body. Tol rte rol, &c. Now as Body with the b >dy lay, Before the doctor's door, A body snatchcr came behind, Wl'.o'd snatch'd many a one be- fore ; [the dead , From the /?vz;7£ body snatched And put it on his back ; Biil loudly cried out fur the bag* But he gave instead the sack. Tol de rol, &c. Now Bill was weeks out of employ, For meddling with the dead, Which was a great weight on his mind, Instead of on his head. But now he's got a dyer's place, Satisfaction he does give ; He once got his living by the dead. But now he dyes to live. Tol de rol, &c. And now he says he'll never more Bear a knot upon his head, And as long as he's a living man, Will let alone the dead ; S? he took unto himself a wife, Who to please each other strive, And now Mr. and Mrs. Body are *The happiest souls alive. Tol de rol, &t. GAD-A-MERCY ! DEVIL'S IN ME. CiD-a-mercy I devil's in me, All the damsels wish to win me ; Like a may pole round me clusttr, Hanging garlands, ruasand fluster. Jilting, capering, grinning, smirk- ing* [i»g> Pouting, bobbing, winking, jerk- Cocking bills up, chins up perk- ing, Kates and Bellies, Polls and Letties, All were doating, gentle creatures, On these features ; Pretty damsels, Ugly damsels, Black-hairM damsels, Ued-hair'd damsels, ►Six feet damsels, Turee-feet damsels, Pale-faced dam-els, Plump-faced damsels, Small-legged damsels, Thick legged damsels, Dainty damsels Dowdy damsels Pretty, ugly, black-hair'd, red- hair'd, [plump-faced, Six-feet, three-feet, pale faced, Small legged, thick legged, danty dowdy, All run after me, sir, me ; For, when pretty felio •* . s we, Pretty maids are frank and free. Oad-a mercy 1 devil's in me, All the ladies wish to win me ; For their srtay» taking measure Of the ladies, oh, the pleasure ! Oh, such tempting looks they gi* me, Wishing of my heart to nhri me ! Pat, and cry, ' You devil, Jem- Pretty ladies, [my » Ugly ladies, Black-hair'd ladies, Red-hair'd ladies. Six-feet ladies, Three-feet ladies, Pale-faced ladies, Plump-faced ladies, Small-legged ladies, Thiek-legged ladies, Dainty ladies, Dowdy ladies, Pretty, ugly, biack-hair'd, red- hair'd, [piump-f«ced, Six-feet, three-feet, pale-f.icrd, Small legged, thick-legged, dainty, dowdy, All run after me, sir, me ; For, when pretty fellows we, Ladies all are frank and free. THE PUNNING SOCIETY. Oh I punning's the theme of my song, [propriety ; Which I'll give,you will say,\\ ith So a description will not take me long, To picture a Punning Society. The wit, oh ! it copiously flows As the wine down their throats they are pouring ; While some are beginning to dose, The rest kept awake by there snoring. Spoken.] — Gentlemen, you are going to sleep too soon ;.if you will have the kindness to keep awake a little longer, I have something to in- form you, and that is, gentlemeu — Mr. Curd, who is a great acquisi- tion to this society, is auuy, in consequence — Sir, this being a pun- ning society, I cannot resist intet- ruptingyou, — you say, frieud Curu is a Whey, — now, I am something in that way mjself, being a milk- man aiid dealer in curds and ivhep A3 HODGSON'S C8 LLECTION OF SONGS. — € consider I have a right to make a pun. Well, Sir, I hope you oave left off, for I was not allud- ing to curds and whey what people drinks, but Mr. Curd's absence, whiclr is in consequence of— hem — hem— in consequence — hem — hem — of— of— his absence is in consequence — hem — hem — of his absenting himself gentlemen. Bravo, an excellent apology. Ex- cellent I Cicero never spoke better. How is it friend Hare is not here? He won't be long ere he is ; he's never backward in coming for" ward. Sir, I agree with you, I never knew him behind before. Bravo ! go it, my vitty vons. Oh, here he is ; how are you, friend Hare. Od rabbit it, Pm all of a stew, I've run so. Well, I likes steiced Hare. Bravo, pun away. How are all the little Hares? All ill, I'm sorry to say; Sally's got a sore eye. Sure, that must be quite an eye sore to her. Bravo, ha! ha! ha! Tommy still keeps weak in his lets. I know, he has been weak this fortnight. Good. But Mary, how is she! Why, she has a bad toe. Bad in to to, ehl Ha ! ha ! ha! good again. I trust her toe will soon heal. Bravo, there you goes agin, pun upon pun —I never heard such chaps; how I likes to be here ; I only vish I could pun. Well, I'll learn you for five shillings a week. I'll learn you for four and six-pence. Don't go to him. Why ? Because he puns under the Crown, So, huzza for our Punning Society; Jovial fellows well met, All things are done with propriety, Then hurrah for so jovial a set. Then the wine it gets into their heads, And turns the wit out of its sta- tion ; Nonsense gets in, in its stead, And their puns now are all bo- theration ; [others, Yet some are more cautious than And keep uptheirpuns with de« corum, Te41 a droll tale for their brothers, Who lie dreaming of bine devila o'er um. Spoken.}— Mr. Pwethident and gentlemen, I beg leave to thay thith itb the firth! time 1 wath ever in thith thothiety ; and feeling, ath I may thay, a perthonal interetht — Ha 1 ha 1 ha I order, order, chair, chair. fYeth, thur,ath I thaid afore, a perthonal interetht, I thould werry much like to become one of the memberth of thith thothial too- thiety. No objection, sir, if you can make a pun or two. Yeth, thir, I am pwowd to thay I can pun, and althomakeconumdrumth: — I athked my grandmother and thithterth one the other day ; well, thur, Thally guethed, and Thnthan guethed, and Tharah guethed, and brother Tholomon guethed, and neither on un guethed it pwoppnr, —it wath thith, thir, (latht Thnn- dayth thermon reminded me on it) — Why ith my hat like Golgotha ? quite original — one of my own, thur,— give it up? thaith I. Yeth, thath granny. Becauth, thath I, it iththeplathof athkull !— A'nt that a good un, ihir? thithterth and all laughed, and thaid I wath the cleveretht of the family. Very clever, indeed, Mr. Numskull. Mr. Waterman, at your thurvitb, thir. Waterman, is it? Ah, then, I don't wonder at your talking about your skull. Very good, bravo. Ah, how do you do, friend Day # what made you so late? Why, I dare gay it seems strange to you, gentlemen, to see Day at ten o'clock at night. Bravo, a pun directly he enters. You hav'nt brought your son, have you, Day ? No, it being late at night, I have put the son to bed. Good, — then he's got a warm berth. Nothing uncommon is it, for the son to be warm? Bravo, — but where is friend Gabble? Oh, he's left some time. Left, has he ?— that's not right, though. I say he ought to be fined, Mr. Day — what say you ? Why, as he's left, there's no knowingwhere tofind him. Bravo, ha I ha! ha! — Day is making up for lost time. Good,good — go it, my punsters. Go it! you want us all gone, do you ? ha ! ha! ha ! Veil.. I likes that 'ere Mr. Day ; — I'll ax him to drink wi' me; I zay, zur, will'e drink wi' me. Thank'ee, I will. What'Il ye ha' a drop of? Any thing you please, sir, for there's only one drop I have an objection to. What drop be that, enr ? Give it up, sir? Ees. Why, the drop of Newgate. By gum, that's a good un. Ees, but that drop's for bad ones. Well, drop that subject, if you please, rur. Why, there's subjects enough HODGSON'S COLLECTION OF SONGS. drop there certainly, and I should be no subject, if I made such sub- jects as them the subject of my wit, when another subject wishes me to drop the subject ; therefore, rather than subject myself to the censure of my brother subjects, I will proceed to another subject. So, huzza, &c. Now a member he gets up to say, That he has got something to speak, In the absence of friend Mr. Day (Who if here he would pun for a week)— [ Knight They would call on his friend Mr. To give them a songtWl he came ; So all friends agreed left and right, That Knight should proceed with the same. Spoken.}— All order for Mr. Knight's song. 'Pon my verd, I've got sich a bad gum-bile, thelse I vould. Ha ! ha ! ha ! Call on Mr. Squeak. Mr. Squeak, I hope you will oblige the company. {Spoken in imitation of a bad cold.) 'Pon myvord, I vould, but my woice is quite failed me. Oh, that's no- thing wonderful, considering you failed yourself, a short time since. Now, I should have thought that would have made him squeak the more. (In imitation of a cold. Sir, I think if you vou'd make sich a pun as that 'ere, you vould pick my pockets. That would be of no use, for I'm sure I should fail my- self then, for you've got nothing to take. To order, gentlemen, — chair, chair, order, order. How do you like your new house, Mr. Squeak. Oh, werry well, but the rent's so high. Ah, the rent must be a great tax on you, sir. There you goes agin. Bravo, but there's the taxes beside. Ah, they would be better rent in two. That's your sort, — go it, my rum'ixns. Do you know why the rum'ans go it so much, Mr. Squeak? No, that's vat I don't. Give it up? Ees. Be- cnnse they are lads of spirit — an't that a good un, eh? Ees, gee us another, vill you ? Perhaps you vill gee us von on my friend's name — will 'ee, z*ir. Ah ! gee us <>ne on my neame, will 'ee, zur? What is it, sir ? Ketch, at your xurvice, zur. Ketch, is it? You'll not be offended at my pun, sir, I hoj)rt ? Certainly not, zur. Then go and hang yourself, Mr. Ketch. Noa I'll be shot if I do. No, you'd be hanged if you do. Good, good,— go it again ; bravo ! I could hear Day all night. Why, Mr. Ketch, you seem in high glee with the society. Never in higher glee, upon my soul. Yes, you were, sir. VenvasI? Why,*just now, when you were singing with two others. So, huzza, &c. THE CALAIS PACKET. Sung by Mr. Mathews, Who's for Calais, the packet is sailing now, [too late ; Pray make haste, or you'll all be Leave your lunch, no time for ►*»- galing now— [to wait. Pray can't you beg of the captaiti Wind and tide never stay, Come, haste now, let's away; Here, waiter, what's to pay ? alPs ready now, [enham ferry, charming, and very like Twick- Is crossing over to Calais, I vow. Spoken.} — Now, sir, if you mean to go, you must come.— I am only taking leave of my relations.— O, we hav'nt time to take leave of relations now. — La, Captain, how 1 have run, I am quite out of breath. They told me you were gone ; I had no time to eat my lunch, and hardly time to pay for it. — Never mind your lunch, sir, it will be all the same in an hour's time. — Why* . Captain, there's no fear, is there ?—- Yes, ma'am, plenty of fear, but no danger. — Dear me, how shall I ge4 on board ? — This way, ma'am, sf ep on this plank. — That ! bless me,lt^ no broader than a two-penny rib- bon ; I am as giddy as a goose, and 1 shouldn't like a duck. — That la- dy's afraid of a pitch-in. — Goose, duck, and pigeon, what a horrid pun ! that fellow dese rves to be sent to the Poultry Compter for it. — Take care, oh I I a.m so frightful. — You are, indeed , ma'am. — Stop the ship, the captain don't know his way. — I say , Captain. — O don't bo- ther me with your nonsense — 1 want to ask you a question, Cap- tain,— pray how's the wind?-* Pretty well, thankee, how are yout Pray, Captain, how far are we from Calais? — A little better than five leagues.— A little better, a little worse, jou mean. — Well, nevei you mind, vou'll be there first.-— Why, Si i ?— Why, you're half seta over already. — dear, how nice we are going along ; I do like it HODGSON'S COLLECTION OF SONGS, so ; I an't sick a bit ; what a way we are from Dover already ; there, I do think I see the spires of Ca- lais. — Where — where ?— -Where, why at Calais, to be sure.^-Well, sir, you have no occasion to be so sharp ; I don't suppose you saw (hem at Deal. — Talking of Deal, who's for a rubber? — I doesn't al- low of no cards on board rny wes- sel. — Well, Twizzle, how do you like it ?— O, I like it tverry much, il's JMSt like sailing to Twickenham on a Sunday, — only it's a little more broaderer and a little more salterer. — I should like to have a song ; what do you think of the Storm?— O, don't mention it? — Pa, sing that song you sung when we went to Chelsea in the funny — That funny was a wherry, my dear. — Oh, was it? why then it was wery funny,— for How pleasant, and very like Twick- enham ferry, [I vow. Is crossing from Dover to Calais, All so gay when we entered the packet here, [changed, Half seas over the scene is quite Wind against us, confusion and racket here, [ranged : Sickly visages, and toilets de- I shall be ill, I fear, I feel a little queer, Can't we go back? My dear, that's too late now. Spoken.] — Oh ! oh ! I never was so ill in all my life, O, O.— Sarve you right, you would come a pleasuring ; now you've got your belly full of it.— I wish I hadn't come, I'm 90 giddy ; the next time I go to France, I'll go the whole way by 'and. — I say, look at Twiz- zle, b* said he should enjoy it ; I'll speak to him.— No, don't. — Yes, 1 must; see what a pickle he fa in. — No, don't ; it will be cruel. —I say, Twizzle, how do you find yourself? you seem to be very poorly.— O, O, O. (Imitation of sickness.) — Ah I Pips, how do, Pips? you seem to be hard at it there ; I am going down ; can I bring any thing up for you? — Who's for a fat mutton-chop ? — I was as well as ever I was in my life, till that fellow mentioned the mutton-chop. — Well, never mind, keep a good heart. — Keep — a man need have a stomach of iron to keep any thing, I think. — O dear, Molly, Molly, where's my servant? I'm dying. — So am I, ma'am, »ud can't come. — How dare yon be ill when 1 want you? Captain, Cap- tain, bring the brandy-bottle, Phi going to go. Pray, Captain, was any person ever lost here ( — No, Bir, several's been drowned, but we always found them again. — Sir, the next time you are taken so, I'd thank you to turn your head ; you've quite spoiled my wife's pelisse. — If people's taken suddenly, people can't help other people's pelisses, sir. — Captain, could I lay down a bk? — Yes, eir, there's a bed below, there's only three in it.— Captain, my hat's overboard. — Never mind your hat, sir.— I shouldn't, but my wig is in it.— There's a whale.— A whale i where, where! I'd give a hundred guineas to see a whale : never seed a whale in all my life. — No, sir, it's only a mispronuncification, sir, that's all ; it's my vife's wail, what she wears over her vig, sir, that's all.— O, is it?— then How charming, and very like Twickenham ferry, Is crossing over to Calais, I vow. Full six hours after sailing from Dover, Safely anchored at Calais at last : All forgetting their sufferings now over,. [than the past. But what's to follow is worse Can't make the pier, good lack I Carried on shorepick-a-back, Souse in the water smack, these are the joys now. Spoken.}— Tell me, Captain, can't you make the Pier of Calais V- Yes, and I can run foul of the Bar, too. — No, no, I bar that, says Twizzle. — Where's the breakers ? —There, a-head. — What does he say? ah, break my head. — No, no, the breakers ahead. — What's that the Bar? dear me, I always thought it was a large pole of iron. — And I always thought it was like Tem- ple Bar.— Captain, how are we to go ashore ? in a boat ? — No, I wish we could, ma'am. — How are we to go ashore, then ? — As well as we can, ma'am, — there, these two Frenchmen will carry you on their shoulders. — Particularly horrid I I declare I am so giddy, I don't know, I declare, whether I am on my head or on my heels. — Oh, you're right side uppermost now, ma'am, depend upon it. — O, O, I'm black and blue already, these Hodgson's collection of songs. fellows are pinching and pulling me about so. — I say, Twizzle, do you twin that lady's legs on the two fellows' backs, cairying her through the water. — Legs ! mill- posts, you mean.— Why, yes, as you say, she don't stand upon tri- fle*. — Veil, if ever I saw such a po*se of vomen in the vater be- fore! Veil, I vonder if there's a specimen of the French belles now. — O crikey, Bill ! here's a jolly row. — O la I if there a'nt the dan- dy gentleman fell off the board, and stuck up to his knees in mud. — O dear, dear I here's a pretty pickle I'm in ; will not any kind hand help me out of this dreadful delirium? I cannot possibly sur- vive it — Here, tip us your hand, man ; there you are, all safe and sound.— Yes/ here I may be all safe and sound, but where are my pumps, where are both my pumps ? — Never mind your pumps, all you've got to do is to pump on shore — Thus — With laughter and racket they all leave the packet. To Paris, dear Paris, they scamper awqy. I WAS GOING TO BE IgAffc- RIED, ONE DAY. 1 was going to be married one day, do you know, And a nice wedding dinner was dressing below, When, to see how affairs in the kitchen might go, I jn*t slipp'd aside From my beautiful bride, For a peep at the roast, at the boiled, and the fried. Oh ! there did I see A rich fricassee, A loin of fat veal, A ham, and stewed eel ; Of venison a haunch, For an alderman's paunch ; With wild-fowl and tame, And plenty of game ; And puddings and pies, That delighted mine eyes j A young sucking-pig, And a turbot so big ; They were quite at a low To provide oyster sauce. So, says I to the cook, ' With your leave, ma'am, I'll try A *iir our good luck, in sich a atom* To be upon the ocean. • HODGSON'S COLLECTION OF SONGS. Then as to them kept out all day, On business, from their houses, Returning home quite late at night To cheer their wives and spouses; While jou and I upon the deck Comfortably are lying : My eyes ! what tiles and chimney- pots About their heads are flying. And often have we seamen heard How men are kill'd and undone, By overturns of carriages, By theives and fires, in London. We know what risks all landsmen run, From noblemen to tailors ; So, Bill, I say, you and I may Thank Providence we are sailor*. THE LIFE AND DEATH OF DANDO, The celebrated Oyster Glutton. TREMarch of Intellect announces That some live on the march of bounces : So, as bouncing now is quite the thing, A bounceable song I'll try to sing. Some bounce about, with kicks and blows, [nose ; And some get punch 1 d upon the But that's here nor there — there once did dwell Dondojthe bouncing seedy swell- So shickery, trickery, rum turn bawl, Sponging and lounging on vic- tims all ; Dsath collar'd Dan in Clerken- well— Dando, the bouncing sredv swell. Datido, he had long-Acre limbs, And mary victimizing whims, An old white hat slouch'd over hi3 eyes, And a flounder mouth for mutton pies. His coat was rusty, hole-y, and fat, His hair was like an old door-mat; He stepp'dout lofty in Pell Mell — Dando, the bouncing seedy swell. So shickery, &c. His Sunday dress went up the spout ; His shoes let water in and out ; His stockings, too, seem'd in des- pair — Like port-holes, they let in fresh air. For prisons he'd not care a pin, He was no sooner out than in, For something good he'd always smell — Dando, the bouncing seedy swell. So shickery, &c One day he walk'd up to an oysfer- Stall, To punish the natives, large ami small ; Just thirty dozen he managed to bite, With ten penny loaves— what an appetite ! But when he had done, wifbont saying good day, He bolted off, scot free, away; He savag'd the oysters, and left the shell — Dando, the bouncing seedy swell. So shickery, &c He once went into a tavern so sly : Two ducks he devour'd, and she plates of pie, A large leg of mutton, and part of a trout, Two bottles of sherry, and tlven be walked out; But when he was stopp'd, says he, with a groan, * Yon cannot, you know, get blood from a stone.' To live on the bounce why lve di< J very well — Dando, the bouncing ser#»? •- f\ So shiikc»y, &e. Dando, he's gone ; alas, poor Dan, He'll go no inoic in the Police- van ; But Dando's name fills some with dread — I think he was born in an omfer- bed. Dando, he's gone to feed the worms, With him they'll live on very good terms. So Dando oysters the. folk* can sell — Dando, the bouncing seedy rroell. So shickery, &c THE BARBER'S CLERK. I'll tell you how a barber's clerk, Who lived in London near the park. Did get his living in the daTji, Although 'twas light, Bat this naughty man such -tricks did play, And kept them on day aftet day ; But at last this clerk waa Mai away , On board a (hip. HODGSON'S COLLECTION OF SONGS. However, by some cunning way, He soon came back, but not" to stay, For soon they in the grave did lay This barber's clerk. This barber's clerk thought he woald one day Into a tavern take a stray, To get a dinner without pay, At least, he'd try his luck. So in he went and took a seat, And soon called for a dish of meat ; They little thinking 'twas a sleight- haad feat, The meat they brought, But soon found out to their dismay, This was the very man that could not pay, For when he'd ate it, he ran away, — Did this barber's clerk. This clerk fell in love with a know- ing miss, As in the park he went a walking, And without leave he took a kiss, While she to her beau was talk- But her beau turned round in such a rage, In a moment made this clerk en- gage To fight with him, poor Mister Page, Next morning early. At Chalk Farm they'd agreed to meet, To fight for this dear pretty sweet, Who'd been insulted in the street By the barber's clerk. Mr. Page was up and there at five, Waiting and mowing tor the clerk to come ; He waited, but the clerk did ne'er arrive, So at last Mr. Page went home ; But when he got there, what was his surprise, To find that the clerk so early did rise, And, instead of blood, did win the prize, And was off with miss. Mr. Page went to bed in such a way, Took phytic, for he could not stay, To think that miss had run away With the barber's clerk. The clerk proved untrue to this pretty dear — He left her guddenly soon after; So, loves, pray all, do you take care, And pray mind what you're after ; Perhaps a good husband Mr. Page would make, If miss had not made such a mis- take, And repented when it was too late* For all I know. However, that be as it may, Such wicked tricks this man did play, That soon they hung, out of the way, This barber's clerk THE GHOSTS OF POLLY ROCK AND HER TWO BANT- LINGS. When I was but a tiny boy, And sailed on board a privateer, Three dreadful ghosts did me annov , And to my sight did oft appear ! A woman tall, who, on each arm, A little pale-faced bantling bore, And cried, * O ! Sam, we'll do no harm, For we, alas ! are now no ihoie 1 The Captain of your ship,' she cried, [betray ; ' My love and truth did sore And these poor babes with me have died, [day r Who might have lived another 'Dear ghost,' I said, * all this is hard, If Captain Rock be such an elf, While I am watching on my guard, I think you'd better tell himself*' She took the hint — down slid the ghosts loTr ; To where the Captain slept be- She drew his curtains to the posts, And pale she gazed as drifted snow I [tain Rock, { I'm come,' she cried, ' bold Cap To plague thy heart our ghosts are come ; Full cold I am as marble block, And eke the young ones, Sal end Tom.' ' Dear Polly Rock,' the Caputs said, And trembled much as b€ thus spoke, ' I never heard that you were dead, And fear, my love, that you but joke.' [straight, To prove her truth, they vanished And at their heels a fiery flame ; The Captain roared out for his mate, [again. Drank off his grog—and slept HODGSON'S COLLECTION OF SONGS. MOLLY POPPS. One morn, whilst I was brewing, My thoughts each thought pursuing, First malt and hops, next Molly Popps, Thinks I, I'll go a wooing ; Oh yes, I will, Indeed I will. Tol de rol, &c Chance in my brewhouse brought her : « Dame Popps, I love your daugh- ter, And feel inclined to tell my mind, And cut my longing shorter.' Oh yes, I do, Indeed I do. Tol de rol, &c> My Molly dear now came in, With love my heart inflaming » Her mother said, ' The lad's afraid Her passion you'll be blaming.' Oh yes, he is, Indeed he is. Tol de rol, &c. Cried Moll, 'You stupid rash cub, Think I'd marry such a scrub 1 Your hopes desist ;' so with her fist Sh^ sons'd me in the mash-tub. Oh yes, she did, She really did. Tol de rol, &c PAT MULLINS, THE IRISH PAGANINl! Pat Mullins could fiddle, and play on one string, Like old Paganini, the fam'd Jid die-king; On a large butt o' beer he once fid- died by chance, While ladies and gentlemen to him did dance. Singing, filliloo fuddle'em yud- dle'em, muddle'em, diddie'em, doodle'em, duddle'em dee. Pat Mnliinsplay'd up, and for whis- key did shout ; The liquor ivent in, and his wits then went cut; He rianc'd on the butt, that was full of good cheer, Till the head gave way, and way laid him in beer. Singing, filliloo, &c. Pat Mullins in porter got pickl'd, I hear, And mauy remark'd that he laid on his bier; While some at the fair play'd at all fours and put, Pat Mullins got malty in barley corn's butt. Singing, filliloo, &c. Pat Mullins in heavy-wet met hi« reward, He manag'd to crawl home as drank as a lord ; Sayshe to his Judy, ' I'm in a queer shape, [a scraped My fiddle and me have both got in Singing, filiiloo, &c. «Pat Muliins,' savs Judy, ' och \ look at your coat, What key d'ye call that,— yon can t play ' note ; . *> 1 Oh, bar that,' says he, as he fell on the cat, 'My music is set, now, in double Ji. Jlat: Singing, filliloo, &c. Pat Mullins look'd like a poor tai- lor half hung, For rolling in stingo, why he baa been stung ; Pat Mullins with money is not over run'd, So he plays a new tune on the Mu- sical Fund. Singing, filliloo, &c. WHAT MAN WOULD BE WITHOUT A WOMAN. Though much is said and sung about a woman'3 tongue, I think that I can prove to you its merit ere 'tis long ; To the sex I'll tune my lays, and adore them all my days, And it's my intention now to sing in woman's praise. I'll prove that lovely woman is a man's best friend, Sticking back and edge to him till life doth end, — That man who'd single go bad bet- ter be below, But what man would be wirhout a woman 1 should like lo know ? That man, &c. If a man has got a wife, he may lead a happy life, Although, at times, the best of fioiks may have a little strife ; Woman's tongue must use irs po- wer, but her passion's jik« a shower, In April, when there's storm and sunshine all within an hour. A man had better let a woman have her way, And let her chatter, chatter, chatter, all the day ; HODGSON'S COLLECTION OF SONGS. For though her tongue may go in scandal too, or so, What man would have a woman dumb, I'd really like to know t For though, &c. At- borne she's man's best friend, for him she'll wash and mend, And unto all his many wants she will attend ; Bnt a single man it's true, for him- self must boil or stew, Must mend his clothes, must wash his shirt, and molly coddle, too, A married man, to happy be, can never fail, But a single man is like a dog with- out a tail I Pocv and ragged he may go, unless he'd botch and sew ; — What man would be a molly all his lire, I'd like to know. Poor and ragged, &cw Though the chjld he'll have to nurse, yet still he may do worse, Though when it wets hirn through and through it perhaps may make him cur.ou're not silly, you will quickly go and wed — A single life you'll find to be a bit- ter pill, No- one to soothe or nurse yon, if by chance you're ill ; Bat woman, I can show, is man's only joy below ; So, .what man would be without a woman, 1 should like to know I But womau, &c. CHOLERA MORBUS. In ti\e parish of Newingtoa, I have htaid 8a v, A sweet little maiden was in a b«id way ; The folks were alarm'd with the lot of— oh, la's ! So they sent for a doctor to find out the cause. Tol lol, &c. The doctor ran off with his powder and pill, [ill ; To physic his patient that was very He shook and he sung out, old Death will absorb us, The young woman is dying with— cholera morbus. Tol lol, &«. The master and mistress, with plenty of wealth, Made the case quickly known to the new board of health ; So ten of the most sapient medicul men Cut away, quick as lightning, to visit the ken. Tol lol, &c. In no time at all they arrived at the house, And to the young woman one craw I'd like a mouse ; Oh, says he to the others, with such a fierce look, To the Collar'ern Hospital she must be took. Tol lol, &c. They ordered the things to be burnt in the room, And then rnbb'd the walls with a sort of perfume ; All this was attended to without delay, When the young woman, groaning, was carried away. Tol lol, &c They physic' d her well, from the toe to the head, And then between blankets they put her to bed; But within half an hour, sl»e cried out with joy, What a set of old fools — aod6how'd them a fine boy. Tol lol, &c. So in spite of the doctor she had a new lea9e, This old population she now would increase ; So God bless the ladies, w!>en- ever they're queer, May they never be collarM. nor jet live in fear. Tol k>l, &u HODGSON'S SCOTCH SONGSTER. THE GATHERING OF THE CLANS. Pibroch O'Donnel Dhu^ Pibroch O'Donnel, [mon Clan Connel, Wake thy wild voice anew, — sum- Come away, come away — hark to the summons ! [commons. Come in your war array,gentles and Come from each glen, and from mountains sae rocky, — The war-drum and pennon are at In- verlockie. [heart that wears one; Come, every hill-plaid, and* true Come, every steel blade, and strong arm that bears one. Leave untented the flock, and the herds without shelter ; Leave the corpse uninterr*d,and the bride at the altar ; Leave the deer, leave the steer, leave nets and barges ; — Come with your fightinggear,broad swords, and targets. Come, as the wind comes, when forests are rended ; Come, as the wind comes, when navies are stranded. — Faster, come ! faster, come ! faster and faster ! — Chief, vassal, page, and groom, te- nant and master. Fast they come ! fast they come 1 see how they gather ! Wide waves the eagle-plume, blend* ed wi' heather ; Cast your plaids, draw your blades, forward each man set — Pibroch O'Donnel Dhu, now for the onset 1 HIGHLAND MARY. Ye banks and braes, and streams around The Castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your waters never drumlie .' There simmer first unfalds her robes, And there they langest tarry ; For there I took the last farewell O* my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay, green birk, [soin How rich the hawthorn's bio.' As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom, Tlie golden hours, on angel wings, Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi* mony a vow, and lock'd en- brace, Our parting was fu* tender ; And, pledging aft to meet again, We tore ourselves asunder. But, oh, fell death'3 untimely frost, That nipp'd my flower sae early ! Now green's the sod, and cauidS the clay, That wraps my Highland Mary ! O. pale, pale, now, those rosy lips 1 aft hae kiss'd sae fondly ! And clos'd, for ay, the sparkling glance That dwelt on me sae kindly ! And mouldering now,in silent dust, The heart that lo'ed me dearly ; But still, within my bosom's core, Shall live my Highland Mary. ROSLIN CASTLE. Twas in that season of the year, When all things«gay and sweet ap- pear, That Colin, with the morning ray, Arose and sung his rural lay. [sung: Of Nannv's charms the shrphe*d The hills and dales v. ith Nanny rung; [swain, While 1-Joslin Castle heard i\m Andechoed backthecheeiiul strain. Awake, sweet Muse ! the bi e 'thing spring [sing ! With rapture warms, awake ami Awake, and join the vocal throng, Who hail the morning with a song : To Nanny raise the cheerful lay ; O, bid her haste and come away ; In sweetest smiles herself adorn, And add new graces to the morn 0,'hark, my love ! on ev'ry spray' Each feather'd warbler tunes his „ la >' 'Tis beautyfires the ravish'd throng, And love inspires the meluiig song : Then let my raptur'd notes aris*, For beauty darts from Nanny's eyes, And love my rising bosom warms, And fills my soul wi' sweet alarms. 0, come, my love, thy Colin's fay With rapture calls, O come away ! Come, while the Muse this wreath shall twine Around that modest brow of thine. 0., hither haste ! and with ifkee bring [spring. That beauty blooming like the Those graces that divinely shine, And charm this ravish'd breast o\ mine ! HODGSON'S SCOTCH SONGSTER. SWEET' ANNY. Sweet Anny frae the sea-beach came, [side ; Where Jocky speel'd the vessel'* Ah ! what cao keep their heart at hame, [tide? When Jocky's toss'd aboon the Far aff to distant realms he gangs, Yet I'll prove true, as he ha' been ; And when ilk lass about himthrangs, He'll think on Anny, his faithfu' ain. I met onr wealthy laird yestreen ; Wi'gowd in hand he tempted me, He prais'dmy br«w,myrollingeen. And made a brag o'what he'd gie. What tho' my Jocky's far aw;«y, Toss'd up and down the dinsome main ; HI keep my heart anither day, Since^Jocky may return again. Nae mair, false Jamie I sing nae mair, And fairly cast your pipe away } My Jocky wad be troubled sair, To see his friend his love betray : For a* your sangs and verse are vain, While Jocky's notes do faithfu' flow; My heart to him shall true remain ; I'll keep it forMny constant jo. Blaw saft, ye gales, round Jocky's head, [still ; And gar the waves be calm and His hameward sailwi'breezesspeed, And dinna a' my pleasure spill. What, tho' my Jocky's far away ; Yet he will braw in siller shine ; 111 keep my heart anither day, Since Jocky may again return.^ HURRAH FOR THE BON- NETS OF BLUE. Here's a health to them that's awa» Here's a health to them that's awa* And wha wirma wish guid luck to our cause, Blay never guid luck be their fa. It's gude to be merry and wise/ It's gude to be honest and true, It'* gude to support Caledonia's cause, A#d bide by the bonnets of blue I Hurrah for the bonnets of blue, Hurrah for the bonnets of blue! It's guide so bupport Caledonia's ctute, And bide by the bonnets o' bine. Sere's a health to thriu tharf's awa, ere'* a health to uinu mat's awfc. Here's a health to Donald, the chief of the clan, Although that his band be sma' ; Hero's freedom to him that wad read, [write;* Here's freedom to him that wad There's none ever fear'd that the truth should be heard, But they wham the truth wad indict. Hurrah for the bonnet*, &•. LET US HASTE TO KELVIN GROVE. Let us haste to Kelvin Grove, Bonnie lassie Through its mazes let us rove, Bonnie lassie, O Where the rose in all its pride Paints the hollow dingle side, Where the midnight fairies glide, Bonnie lassie, OI We will wander by the mill, , Bonnie lassie, 0,1 To the cove beside the rill, Bonnie lassie, ! Where the glens rebound the catl Of the lofty waterfall, Through the mountain's rocky balk Bonnie lassie, O;! Then we'll up to yonder glade, Bonnie lassie, 01 Where so oft beneath its shade, Bonnie lassie, O I With the songsters in the grove, We have told our tale of love, And have sportive garlands wove, Bonnie lassie, O ! Oh, I soon must bid adieu, Bonnie lassie, O f To this fairy «cene, and you, Bonnie lassie, 1 To the streamlet winding dear, To the frayrant-scented briar — E'en to thee, of all nn>5t dear, Bonnie lassie, O i For the frowns of fortune iow'r, Bonnie # !assie, O ! On thy lover at this hour, Bonnie iassie, O Ere the golden orb of day- Wake the warblers fiom the spray, From this land I must away,* Bonnie*lassie, O ' And When on a distant shore, Bonnie lassie, OJ Should I fall, 'midst battle's roar, Bonnie lassie, 1 Wilt thou, Julia, when >ou hear Of thy lover on Mis bier, To bis mem'ry drop a tear? Donnic lassie, O i HODGSON'S COLLECTION OF SONGS. SOME LOVE TO ROAM. Some love to roam o'er the dark sea foam, [free, Where the shrill winds whistle Dot a chosen band in a mountain land, And life in the woods for me. When morning beams in the moun- tain streams, Oh ! merrily forth we go, To follow the stag on the mountain crag, And to chase the bounding roe. Yo ho, yo ho, &c. The deer we mark, in the forest dark, And the prowling wolf we track, Aud our good right cheer, is the wild boar here Oh » why should the hunter lack. With steady aim at the bounding game, And a heart that fears no foe, In the darksome glade, in the forest shade, Oh! merrily forth we go. Yo ho, yo ho, %c. SHOULD MY OCUNTRY DEMAND. Should my country demand, I'll not flinch from he tword, But grapple my gun with the youngest aboard : Though there's snow on my brow, yet my hand here is warm, Aud this heart, though 'tis old, still could weather a storm. This hull, though all batter* d and splinter'd and broke, [of Oak / Is still British timber, is still Heart Though there's snow on my brow, % yet my courage is warm, Aod'this jolly old heart still could weather a storm. SING, SING, SING, WHO SINGS. Sin^r, sing, sing, who sings [rings? To her that weareth a hundred Ah, who is this lady fine ? The vine boys — the vine: The mother of mighty wine; The mother of mighty wine, A roamer i« sin 1 o'er wall and tree, And sometimes verygood company. Drink drink, drink, who drinks To her who blushes but never thinks] Oli ! who is this lady fine ? The grape boys— the grape ; £$ never let her escape, Until she be turn'd to wine; For belter is she than vine can be, And very, very good company. Dream, dream, dream, who dreams Of the gcd who governs a thousand streams? Oh, who is this spirit fine? ' I is wine boys — 'tis wine ; God Bacchus, a friend of mine, Who maketh a man divine ; Ah ! better is he than vine or tree, Aud the best of all good company. POOR BESSY WAS A SAIL- OR'S WIFE. Poor Bessy was a Sailor's wife. And he was off to sea ; Their only child was by her side, And who so sad as she 1 " Forget me not, forget me not, When you are far from me ; And whatsoe'er poor Bessy's lot, She will remember thee.' A twelvemonth scarcehad past away As it was told to me; When Willy with a gladsome heart Came home again from sea. He bounded up the craggy path. And sought his cottage door ; But his poor wife and lovely child. Poor Willy saw no more ! M Forget me not, forget me not," The words wrung in his ear ; He ask'd the neighbours one by one, Each answer'd with a tear. Theypointed to the old churchyard And there his youthful bride, With the dear child he loved so well, Were resting side by side. THE MERRY MOUNTAIN HORN. Yes, I will leave the battle field, And seek again my native land ; I'll cast aside my spear and shield, And join the merry mountain band. To roam o'er hill and valley green, I gaily rise at early dawn, And listen to the echo wild, Of the merry mountain horn. I love to watch the rising sun, That gaily gilds the mountain brow; I love my home when toil is done, And smiles that greet ray quick return. To roam, &c. HODGSON'S COLLECTION OF SONGS. RISE HEROD, MY HOUND. Rise Herod, my hound, from the stranger s floor, [once more, Old friend we niustwander theworld For no one now liveth to welcome us back, [track. So cnrae, let us speed on our fated What matter the region 1 what matter the weather? [ther; So you and 1 travel till death toge. Aud in death why e'en there I may still be found, [blood -hound. By the side of my beautiful black What Herod, old hound, dost re- member the day, When i fronted the wolves like a stag at bay t When downwards they gallop'd to where we stood, Whilst I staggered with fear in the dark pine wood, Dost remember theirhowlings.their horri ble speed \ [in need, God' God! how I prayed for a friend And he came ; ah f 'twas theu my dear Herod I found, That the best of all friends was my bold blood-hound. Men tell us, dear friend, that the noble hound [less ground ; Must for ever be lost in the worth Yet ' Courage/ • Fidelity," ' Love,' they say, away. Bear man as on wings to his skies Well, Herod, go tell them whatever may be, [thee ; I'll hope I may ever be found by If in sleep, or in heaven, with heaven around, [dear blood hound, May'stthou follow e'en thither, my My dear, my dear blood hound. FOR EVER HALLOW'D RE THE ROCK. For ever hallow' d be the rock, Amid the Atlantic wave ; [shock, Where from contending nation'? In quiet sleep the brave ! The breath of calumny is hush'd, And envy's self has fled , We weep above the foe we crush'd. We war not with the dead. The only land he conquered not, The land which seal'd his t'oom - Her children now regret his iot, They honour now his tomb. And, oh i since deatli has iaid him low, It well befits the brave , With unbought reverence to bow, Around Napoleon s grave '. THE BATVNF.R THAT FLOATS ON THE MAIN. In the midst of its fury the tempest sweeps by, [grave , And the ocean is dark as the Not a star as>a beacon shines forth in the sky, [wave. For the sai.or that travels tiie Who answers the wind*, 'mid the shrouds as they sing, [vain ? Who smiles as they threaten in 'Tis the Briton that's true to his country and king, [main. And the banner that fioat3 on tin; And the banner that floats, and the banner that floats, [main. And the banner that floats on the No tempest of ocean's dark billows fear we, [we love ; Safe at home with the friends that And still with that home we coo. tented will be, [rove. Nor e'er from its friends wish to Yet, as pleasure's fair fiowret's around us spring, We'll bumper the" crystal again, To the Briton that's true to bis- country raid king, [main. And the banner that floats on tl*B And the banner, &c. But, should we e'er stray amid Spain's orauge bowers, With the genius of love and ro- mance ; [of flowers. Or sing, as v. e twine, for the goddess The vine ft the myi tie of France ; Still, still as to memory's home- feelings we cling. [Champagne. We'll fill the bright glass with To the Briton that's true to his country and king, [rauin- Anu the banner that floats on^the And the banner, &.c ROUSE FROM THY SLUMBER House from thy slumber, liberty calls thee ; [can appal thee. Foes may outnumber, what force Banners are streaming, war steeds are bounding, [are sounding* Falchions art- gleaming; trumpets On to the b title, slaves are before thee 1 [own glory ! Tho' death balls rattle, gain your Burst then asunder the fetters that chain thee, [reign thee. Echo in thunder, no bigot shall Tyrants assembling, marshal their minions, [in millions Traitors are trembling, freedom On to the battle, &e. HODGSON'S COLLECTION OF SONGS. PRETTY ROSALINE. 'Twas near the banks of bonny Tweed and in a flowery dell ; A rustic cottage reard its head, the traveller knew it well ; For there a little lassie dwelt as fair as beauty's queen ; Not one so rare, not one so fair, as pretty Rosaline! Oh, so bright, so gay and light, so meek and mild her een ; Heaven's own lustre lit the eye, of pretty Rosaline. An aged mother, feeble, blind, was Rosa's only care, Never child was half so kind, or parent half so dear ! To get her food she'd spin and knit, wi' cheerful heart I ween, And blind old Jenny fondly lov'd, her pretty Rosaline I 04», how gay, at close of day, they wandered o'er the green ; Jeuuy's feeble steps were led, by pretty Rosaline ! A eruel lord so proud and base, sought shelter in the dell ; Enraptur'd wi' her bonny face, he vowd, she trusted, fell! Betray d,despis*d, her spiritsdroop'd no more she sought the green ; But like a lilly in its bloom, died pretty Rosaline ! Her mother dear.had none to cheer, she died that very e'en ; And blind old Jenny sleeps beside, her pretty Rosaline ! OH, YES, SO WELL, SO TEV- DERLY. Oli f yes, so well, so tenderly, Thou'rt lov'd, ador d by me; Fame, fortune, wealth , and liberty, Were worthless without thee; Though brimmed with blisses pure and rare. Life's cup before me lay, Unless thy love were mingled there, I'd spurn the draught away, Oh, yes, so well, &.c. Without thy smile how joylessly All glory's meeds I see ? And e en the wreath of victory Must owe its bloom to thee." Those worlds for which the con- queror sighs, For me have now no charms , My only world's thy radiant eyes, My throne those circling arms. Oh, yes, so well, &c. IF THAT I LOVE. If that I love 1 Ah, wherefore need 1 tell, [sions swell ; Since at thy name my highest pas- Bright grows mine eve, love, flush'd is my check — [speak. If these are lies, love, ne'er bid me If that 1 love? IV possible to live, Where all are fair, aud each a smite to give, ffair, And not to show it for thee, most Or not to know it when thou at there ( Did I not love, far colder were my smile, [guile, Selfish, and ne'er another's lip to Proof need'st thou seek not, save in mine eye — And if it speak not, truth is a lie. ONE LITTLE KISS FUOM LIPS 1 LOVE. One little k ss from lips I love, In the quiei shade cm our native grove, Is dearer far to me, Than all the pomp I see. When the merry dance prevails, And twilight tells no tales, One little kiss yields purer bliss — yes— yes. Hath silded splendour such reward, As the pleasuie which humble loves record ; One lowly heart, sincere, Outvies each transport lure, And from lips where love prevails, When twilight tells no tales, One kind, soft kiss, yields purer bhss — yes— yes. When twilight tells no tales. CANST THOU LOVE St COLD- LY FLV ME. Canst thou love and coldly fly me? Beauteous riddle that thou art ; Softly smile and then deny me, When I'd press thee to my heart. Like a lovely sportive child, Trifling ^vith a lover's pain ; Whilst a glance so sweetly wild, Tells me I'm beloved again. Oh, th' extremes of bliss & anguish, Mingle in my fevered breast; Now in hopeless love 1 languish, Then, in fancy, am more blest. Yet my fate I'll not upbraid, For I wish not to be free j Since an age of pain is paid. By one tender smile from thee. HODGSON'S COLLECTION OF SONGS. TO-MORROW'S MY BIRTH- DAY. To-morrow'smy birlh.day.I'm then seventeen, [bachelors mean, And I really can't think what you I can't for my life, tell thee where- fore or why, [sigh. You let a poor damsel in solitude There is not a girl in the village I know, iff a beau ; Excepting- myself, but what boasts I'm as pretty, I'm sure, as a maiden need be, [ing to me. And yet there is no one comes woo- Wooing to me, &c. My mother, she tells me, whenever I'm vext, [will come next; That if I'll have patience, my turn That many a youth who has spurned at our wiles, [smiles. Has yielded unto a few innocent But against her advice I'm inclined to rebel, [very well, As it does not succeed, for f know I'm as free with my smiles as a maiden should be, And yet there is no one (spoken. No, not one !) comes wooing to me. Wooing to me, he. There's a certain young man, and I hardly know why, [he's nigh ; But I blush & look foolish whenever And if at a ball he's my partner by chance, [the dance: I think more of him than 1 do of Moreover, I've seen, that when to me be speaks, [his cheeks; The blood from his heart rushes into So I think in his blushing, a sign I can see, [wooing to me ! That he will very shortly come Wooing to me, &c. WHEN THE BOATSWAIN PIPES ALL HANDS. When thehoatswain pi pes all hands. And mischief is the word, When drum and fife are played, And the grog uoes round aboard. A cabin boy, with a yo heave O ! And a cheer for my country and king, [light, In trow8ers white, and footsteps I'll mcrrilv dance and sing, With too, too, too, too; (imi- tates a fife J And a row, dow, dow, dow ; (imi- tates a drum. J In trowsere white, &c When the bullets whiz and fiy s I'll ne'er desert my gun ; Except when duty bids, Then above, below, Til run. The victory gain'd, with a yo heave O! And three cheers, &c. WHEN TIME HATH BEREFT THEE. When time hath bereft thee of charms now divine, And youth shall have left thee, nor beauty be thine; When the roses shall vanish that circle thee now, And the thorn thou woulds't ba- nish shall press on thy brow, In the hour of thy sadness thou'lt think upon me. But the thought shall be madness, deceiver to Hire. When he who could turn thee from virtue and fame, Shall leave thee and spurn thee, to sorrow and shame; When by him, thus requited, thy brain shall h*>. stung, Thy hopes shall be blighted, thy bosom be wrung, In the depth of thy sadness, thou'lt think then one m<% But that thought shall be madness, deceiver to thee. COME, FILL MB A GOBLET OF SPARKLING WINE. Come, fill me a goblet of sparkling wine, And fill d to the brim it must be, Tis the nectar they say of the God- head's divine, [to thee. And I'll drink, dearest Scotland, 'Long, long may thy name, at dear liberty's shrine, [free; Be rank'd with the brave and the And long may'st thou in bright glory's pajre shine, [to thee. Here's a health, bonny Scotland, Ah, can I forget thy glory of old? Wheti led by the Bruce to the field; [bravely uphold, 'Gainst numberless foes thou didst And fore'd the proud Southrons to yield. [drink the taost. Oh, no, while I'm left, 1 will still So dear to the brave & the free ; '* The land of my birth," each true Scotchman's boast, [to thee. Here's a health, bonny Scotland, HODGSON'S COLLECTION OF SONGS. WE HAVE LIVED & LOVED. We have Hv'd and lov'd together, Thro' many changing: years; We have shared each other's glad- ness, And dried each other's tears. 1 have never known ;i sorrow. That was long unsooth'd by thee, For thy smile can make a summer Where darknt-ss else would be. Like the. leaves that fall around us, In autumn's fading hours; Are the traitor smiles that darken When the cloud of sorrow lowers. And tho' many such we've known love, For prone, alas! to range; We both can speak of one, love, Whom time could never change. We have liv'd and lov'd together, Thro' many changing years; We have shar'd each other's glad- ness, And wept each other's tears. And let us hope the future, As the past hath been, will be, I will share with thee thy sorrows, And thou thy joys with rue. 1 SAW HIM BUT ONCE. I saw him but once, I saw him in sorrow, [bad met ; It scarcely appears that we ever He spoke not, he gazed not. 'twas only a sigh, [forget. But oh ! 'twas a sigh I shall never It seem'd like the last gale that wafls o'er the rose. When the autumn blierht falls ere the summer hath fled ; And the flower whose beauty was scarce in its prime, 'Mid its glory and perfume lies wither cj and dead. 1 saw him no more, his doom they revealed me, [words how severe, His name, too, tlv>v branded wilh It might be deserved, but his fate seem d so hard, [a tear. I still must accord to its victim I've thought one so young, that the grief of his voice, Spoke a heart from whose centre remorse had not fled ; For remorseraight havelived screen- ed from misery's blights, Ere his name and his glory fell witber'd and dead. OLD CON WELL, THE PILOT. Old Conwell, the pilot, for many a year, Had plenty of vessels in charge, And knew of each sand-bank and shoal to steer clear, [at large ; Whether sailing, close haul'd, or At last, safely moor'd with a well- timbered purse, [ his friend: Heart and house open wide to With old Poll, once a dasher, now turn'd to a nurse, [Gravesend. He has bought a snug birth at From a kind of poop-lantern, plac'd over tlii? Thames, [his prog, "Where he tnokwith hismessmates Bound outward or homeward, the ship and their names, [grog. They'd spy as they guzzled their Now cocking the spy-glass, and clearing the Nore, [out end ; Why, Jack, they are come with- There's the Neptune, the Glory, and, further in shore, [end. Fame & Liberty making Graves- And see, where the river in branches divides, Cut in two al! the wme as a fork ; How proudly the Commerce with Industry rides, [to Cork. Thent he Blarney — oh.she'sbuund There's the homeward-bound fleets from the Downs, onlv see, So started their top-gallant masts bend; [the Ant, and the Bee, There's the Silkworm, the Beaver, And all standing on forGravesend. There's the Fortitude yonder, at danger that mocks, [ tench ; The Nimble, that swims like a The bold Resolution, that steers clear of rocks, [th° French. The Britannia that laughs at Thus a magnet old Thames firmly holds in his mouth, [tend ; To which all sorts .f merchandize And the trade of all nations, West, North, East, and South, Like the needle, points right to Gravesend. ROBBER'S GLEE. The tiger couches in the wood, And waits to shed the traveller's blood. And so couch we ; We soring upon him to simply. What men unto our wants deny, And so springs he, HODGSON'S COLLECTION OF SONGS. GOOD BYE, MY LOVE, GOOD BYE. Good bye, my love, good bye, My bark is In the bay ; And 1 must reach Isle Hydra, Before the blush of day ! But weep not though I go, To the perils of the main ; My blood red flag ere long. Shall meet thy gaze again? Hark ! 1 hear the signal gun, Day's bright orb its course has run, Fare thee well, my lovely one : List : again the signal gun. One kiss, my love, good bye ! one kiss, my love, good bye. Good bye, &c. The breeze is blowing sweet, love, The crew now wait for me > Yonder like some wild bird, My bark's white sails I see ! Then think not, love, of danger, Dry up the timid tear ; Thou art the corsair's bride, And should not harbour fear. Hark ! 'tis the signal gun, &c. WEEP NOT MOTHER, THOUGH THY CHILD. Weep not mother, though thy child too soon from thee must part, Oh, let not useless sorrow break thy fond, thy doating heart; I have no fear, no dread of death, nor shrink from its cold sleep, 1 know no terror, feel no pain, but when 1 see thee weep. Although but few have been my years, which now are closingfast, 1 feel no wish to tarry here, nor sigh for what is past , 1 leave this weary world of woe, morp lasting joys to reap, Then, wherefore weep to lose thy child, wherefore mother weep I To leave thee, whom T ever loved, to say farewell to thee. To meet thy last fond gaze,— to hear thy fervent prayer forme. Would move my dying heart, and to my ebbing soul sink deep, — Yet could I patienty bear this, but cannot see thee weep. Then weep not mother, though thy child too soon from thee must part, Oh 1 let not useless sorrow break thy fond, thy doating heart. E'en now I feel the chill of death, I strain to breathe— 'tis vain ! — Oh ! mother, one embrace,—! die • — we part,— to meet again. SHOUT, SONS OF THE OCEAN. i Shout, sons of the ocean, the free and the brave, AH dangers for Nbertv scorning; The death- song of Tyranny peals o'er the wave, [morning. And fair dawns the freedom of Yet still, as her heroes, united, ad- vance, [endravour, Should glory crown each bold Be Friendship the watchword of England and France, [ever. And be it their watchword for While the vessels of England sail proud o'er the seas, With the voices of freedom to cheer them, [the free breeze, Let the banners of Tyranny mock For the sons of the brave soon shall meet them. Yet still as they meet them with sword and with lance, [sever, The slave from his- thraldom to Be Friendship the watchword of England and France, [ever. And be it their watchword for A voice has gone forth from th* land of the vine, [glory ; As a spirit of might and "of And bright may the day. star of Liberty shine, [story As it lights up the dark page of Yet still as each despot awakes from his trance, [deavour* Fresh fetters to forge — vain en- Be Friendship the watchword of England and France, [ever. And be it their watchword for 1 REALLY KNOW NOT WHAT TO THINK. I really know not what to thinfc. But yet it's quite surprising; The young men alwaysat me winft, With looks ?o tantalizing. Both young and old my favours sue. With vows so arch and witty; Which plainly proves, indeed it's true, 1 must be very pretty! Very pretty, very pretty I Oh, yes I must, indeed I must, I must be very pretty. They say I'm like an angel fair, And eulogize eat h feature, Some praise my eyes, some praise my hair. And call me lovely creature. They cannot all be false — ah, no* Their case I sadly pity ; The only reason is, I know, I must be very pretty' Very pretty, very pretty, &*• HODGSON'S COLLECTION OF SONGS, WELL. I VE BEEN TRYING FULL AN HOUR 4 Well, I've been trying full an hour, To peep at sister Fan ; She's seated there in yonder boweT, And with a gentleman. 1 won-der what they've got to say, I must not go too near ; And my ears are buzzing so to-day, Not one word can I hear. She never tells me her secresies, She says, I'm far too young . But this I know, I've ears and eyes, And what's more, have a tongue, And I'll to Pa, this instant go; Ay, he shall know of this, Hark ! what's that noise \ I ought to know, I'm sure it was a kiss. Oh, there she is, and there is he, And something in Ins hand; I long to know what that can be That makes her look so bland. She never looked on me so fair, There's magic in the thing, To please her so, — why, I declare, 'Tis but a little ring. THERE'S A BRIGHTNESS IN THINE EVE. There's a brightness in thine eye, love, Like light in summer hours ; There's an odour in thy sigh, love, More sweet than opening flowers, There's a ruby on thy lip, love, More bright than rosy wine; From no other cup I'd sip, love. But the uectar'd brim of thine. There's, &c. The music of thy tongue, love. Would still a seraph's voice, There's a softne** in thy song, love, Like the breeze when flowers rejoice. A world is in thy J\iss, love, And in thy smile 1 see Such rapture, I've no wish, love, But destiny and tine. There's; &.c. PRETTY BABY, SMILE AGAIN. Pretjy baby, smile a?ain : There's a charm in that l>lue eye, Europe's wealth would strive in vain From thy mother* arms to buy. What to her the purest pearl Sent from ocean's fair\ rave ? go she's still her blue. eyed ^irl, Ocean s pearl let others l.a\e. On thy cheek the rose of spring Blushes bright and fair bestows; Lilies o'er thy forehead fling All their wealth of-floral snows. Angels guard thy cradled sleep. As they watch thee from above; Hush thee,then, — why, baby, weep t 'lis a mother's kiss of love ! True,the time may come when each Rose and lily fade away ; Grief and care e'en thee may reach, Ere beams forth life's summer's day. Still, while green its vernal bower, Prematurely why complain i Pleasure gilds the present hour — Pretty baby, smile again. THE LADY.BI RD SKIMS O'ER THE WOODBINE. The lady-bird skims o'er the wood- bine, And bees in the lily repose, The summer-fly rests on the cowslip But Love lies asleep Hi the rose; The rose is the casket of Cupid, Misspell from its redolence flows, Beware of the baud which presents it, For love lies asleep in the rose. The lady-b ; .rd flaunts from your presence, [smart, The bee thrills your lip with a Thesummer-fl\ flutters around you, But Love plants a tlwrn in" the heart : The roie is the casket of Cupid, Its perfume with soft mag it flows, Let tbc hand of affection present it, For love lies asleep in the rose. VIVE LE ROL Swearing death to traitor slave, Haims we clench, swords we draw, Heaven defend the true and brave, Vive le roi 1 Vive le roi ! Hearts that valiant thoughts inspire Rebel threats ne er shall harm, Not till hit's la.st throb expire, Vive le n»1 ! Yi\e le roi ! TOASTS May the blossoms of friendship ce v«*'f be nipped in the bud. Honour's brst employment — The protection of innocence. May our lit arts have for tenants, truth, candour, and benevolence. May the lamp of friendship be lighted with the oil of sincerity. Pictures that please on rt flection HODGSON'S COLLECTION OF SONGS. JIM CROW. Come listen all ye jrals and boys, I'm just come from Tuckhe-o, I'm goin' to sing a littel song, My name him be Jim Crow, I was born in O'e Virginny a long time ag-o, [ jump, Jim Crow ; Ven Uncle Sara he made de incmy Veel about and turn about, arid do jisso, £Jim prow. Eb'ry time I veel about I jump, Oh, I'm a roarer on de fiddle, An down in Ole Virginny Dey say I play de scientific, Like massa Pagan ini ; I went down to de riber, I didn't mean to stay, But dere I see so many galls, I could'nt get away. Oh, I met de pretty miss Dinah, An I gib her a buss, She slapt me in de face, And made a mouty fuss; And den I go to New Orleans, And. feel so full of fight, Dey put me in de calaboose. And keep me dere all night. When I got out 1 hit a man, His name I now forgot, And dere noting left 'Sept a little grease spot ; 1 whipt my weight in wild cats, I eat an alligator, And tear up more ground Den kifer fifty load of tater. 1 sit upon a hornet's nest, 1 dance upon my head, I tie a wiper round my neck. And den I goes to bed ; I kneels to de buzzard, And I bows to de crow, And ebery time I veel about, I jumps j is so. A ring tailed monkey, An a rib-nose baboon, Went out de oder day, To spend de arternoon ; On de vay de bake de oat cake, In ole Virginny niber tire, Dey put de doe upon de foot, An hole it to de fire. Snake baked a hoc cake, And set de frog t«» watch it, De frog he fell a*le«*p, And de lizzard come an coteh it. Dcre9 possum up de gum tree, And racoon in de hollow, Wake snakes fc i June bugs, Stole my half dollar. Den go abed white folks, Don't be slow. Hop ober dubble trebble, Jump Jim Crow; Old folks, young folks, Please let me go, I come anoder time, An sing Jim Crow. ENCORK VERSE. Oh, white folks, white folks, I see you up to snuff, And I's afraid indeed, Dat you neber get enough ; So neber mind de wedder, Or how de wind do blow, For in spite of wind and wedder, Vill I jump, Jim Crow. THE LITERARY DUSTMAN. Music sold by T. Pur day, 50, St. Paul's Church Yard. Some folks may boast of sens?, egad, What holds a lofty station ; Buttho' a dustman, I have had A lib'ral hedication ; And tho'f I never vent to school, Like many of my betters, A turnpike-man, vot-varn't no fool, He larnt me all my letters. They calls me Adam Bell, 'tis clear, As Adam vos the fust man, — And, by aco.in-side.ance queer, Vy, I'm the fust of Dustmen, Vy, I'm the fust of Dustmen ! At sartin schools they makes boys write Their alphabet on sand, sirs, So I thought dust vonld do as veil. And larnt it out of h;«nd, sirs; Took in the " Penny Magazine," And Jo.busnu's D\xionary % And all the '-'Pert.o.rii cails, To make me literary. They calls, &c. My dawning penus fust did peep, Near Battle-bridge, tis plain,sirs, You recollect the cinde? heap, Vot stood iu Gr;»y s-Inn-Lane, sirs? 'Twas there I studied picturesque, Vile I my bread v**$ ycarrijn*: And there inhaliu' the fresh breeze, I tiffed out my larn/n f They calls, &c. Then Mrs. Bell, twixtyou and I, Vould mch. a heart of stone, sirs, To hear her pussy's witta! In such a My darters all In grace and They lams to 1 has 'era taught They calls, kc Ve dines at four. Ai

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