nate young man. (Spoken.)-Have mercy, good Christians, on an unfortu I lost my mammy and daddy at a very early age, and I'm now forced to beg.- -Oh, you're unfortu nate, are you?Yes, please your honour, very unfortunate, indeed.- -A good horse-whip would be of service to you, I think, you rascal.Oh, Lord bless your honour, don't talk about horse-whipping; consider, it would quite spoil my Fol lol, &c. When I turns up my eye, as the folk passes by, Through each village I jog, led by a little dog, And a girl I can see though I'm blind, I'm blind. (Spoken.J-Pity the sorrows of a poor blind man; I'm se. venty-five. Heaven preserve your eye-sight.Look, Sukey, here's a poor blind man; bring him out something.blind! Lord bless you, why, it's all my eye, and Fol lol, &c. There's Dolly and I, as our ballads we cry, He (Spoken.)-Come, neighbours and friends, here is an entire new song, entitled and call'd, I am a vild and a rambling boy.'- -Come, you, Sir, strike up.-Stop, Doll, let's rosin first. [To the tune sung by the Beggars in the streets.] He.-I'd leave them all, and follow thee. That 'ere man vants a ballad, Doll; vy don't you look about? She.-I vish I vas a little fly, He.-In my love's bosom all for to lie, She. That all the world might plainly see, This is a bad halfpenny, your honour; I'd thank you for nother. He.-I loves the girl that loves not me. Vy this an't a bad halfpenny, Doll, that the gemman giv'd u. -Why, it is.Vy, it an't, I say.- -Why then you Lie! if you say as how I lie, I'll punch your pipkin. -You, you fellow you!-why, if you offer to touch me, I break your fiddle about your head. I'll show you I don't ure that for you nor your Fol lol, &c. To make the wretched blest, private charity is best, The common beggar spurns at your laws; Tho' I reprobate the train, yet I mean to beg again, To solicit your smiles and applause. (Spoken.)-So you see my worthy folks, if you do not conlescend to smile upon me, why my begging will be all Fol lol, &c. THE SMITHFIELD COURTSHIP, A PARODY ON "THE THORN." FROM a flasket of gin, my dear Nancy requested No, by Heaven! I exclaim'd, May I perish, When I show'd her the ring, and implor'd her to marry, I press'd her dear fist, but she look'd like a fury, No, by Heaven! she exclaim'd, I'll ne'er marry, MISS BAILEY. A CAPTAIN bold in Halifax, And thought upon Miss Bailey. O! Miss Bailey, unfortunate Miss Bailey. One night betimes he went to bed, His candle, just at twelve o'clock, Avaunt, Miss Bailey, then he cry'd, And Parson Briggs wont bury me, Poor ghost, says he, since you and I In my regimental small-clothes, Next morn, his man rapp'd at his door,O, John, says he, Come dress me, Miss Bailey's got my one-pound note;Cried John, Good Heaven bless me ! I shouldn't care if she had ta'en No more than all your riches, But with your one-pound note, i' faith, She's ta'en your leather breeches! O! Miss Bailey, the wicked ghost Miss Bailey. A GLASS IS GOOD. A GLASS is good, and a lass is good, With a good deal of good wine in it; A table is good, when spread with good cheer, A friend is good, when you're out of good luck, A fine old woman is good when she's dead, ་་་་་་་་་་་ SCOTS MEDLEY. As I cam' in by Calder fair, And yont the Lappard Lee, man, Come but and kiss wi' me, man: There was Highland folk and Lawland folk, Unco folk and kend folk, Folk aboon folk i' the yard; There's nae folk like our ain folk, Hech, hey! Bessy Bell, Kilt your coats, Maggy, Ye'se get a new gown, Play the same tune o'er again, |