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,
My conscience I leave behind;

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,
On a couple of stools see us stand;
The people flock around, as she bawls aloud,
And I takes my fiddle in hand, in hand.

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.]
She.-I am a vild and a rambling boy,
He.-My lodging's in the isle of Troy,
She.-A rambling boy although I be,

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
A glass, her dull spirits to cheer;

No, by Heaven! I exclaim'd, May I perish,
If ever I give such sad trash to my dear.
No, by Heaven! &c.

When I show'd her the ring, and implor'd her to marry,
She frown'd like a dark foggy morn;
No, by Heav'n! she exclaim'd, May I perish,
For such a sad niggard, sure, never was born.
No, by Heaven! &c.

I press'd her dear fist, but she look'd like a fury,
And snatch'd it away full of scorn,

No, by Heaven! she exclaim'd, I'll ne'er marry,
Unless that a dram I may have night and morn.
No, by Heaven! &c.

MISS BAILEY.

A CAPTAIN bold in Halifax,
Who liv'd in country quarters,
Seduc'd a maid, who hang'd herself
One morning in her garters;
His wicked conscience smited him,
He lost his stomach daily;
He took to drinking ratafia,

And thought upon Miss Bailey.

O! Miss Bailey, unfortunate Miss Bailey.

One night betimes he went to bed,
For he had caught a fever;
Says he, I'm not a handsome man,
But I'm a gay deceiver:

His candle, just at twelve o'clock,
Began to burn quite paly,
A ghost tript up to his bed-side,
And said, Behold Miss Bailey!

Avaunt, Miss Bailey, then he cry'd,
Thy face looks white and mealy!
Says she, O cruel Captain Smith,
You've us'd me ungenteely:
The cor'ners 'quest goes hard with me,
For I have acted frailly,

And Parson Briggs wont bury me,
Although I'm dead, Miss Bailey!

Poor ghost, says he, since you and I
Accounts must once for all close.
I've got a one-pound note

In my regimental small-clothes,
'Twill bribe the sexton for your grave;-
The ghost then vanish'd gaily,
Crying, Heaven bless you, Captain Smith,-
Remember poor Miss Bailey!

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,
And a pipe to smoke in cold weather;
The world is good, and the people are good,
And we're all good people together.
A bottle it is a very good thing,

With a good deal of good wine in it;
A song is good, when a body can sing,
And to finish, we must begin it.
A glass is good, &c.

A table is good, when spread with good cheer,
And good company sitting around it;
When a good way off, we are not very near,
And for sorrow, the devil confound it.
A glass is good, &c.

A friend is good, when you're out of good luck,
For that's a good time for to try him;
For a justice good, the haunch of a buck,
With such a good present you buy him.
A glass is good, &c.

A fine old woman is good when she's dead,
A rogue's very good for good hanging,
A fool is good, by the nose to be led,
And my good song deserves a good banging.
A glass is good, &c.

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SCOTS MEDLEY.

As I cam' in by Calder fair,

And yont the Lappard Lee, man,
There was braw kissing there,

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,
Dirum dirum, &c.

Hech, hey! Bessy Bell,

Kilt your coats, Maggy,

Ye'se get a new gown,
Down the burn, Davie.
The Earl of Mar's bonnie thing,
And muckle bookit wallet;

Play the same tune o'er again,
And down the burn for a' that.
Dirum dum, &c.