England, Europe's Glory. THERE is a land amid the waves, Whose sons are fam'd in story, Who never were, nor will be slaves, Nor shrink from death and glory. Then strike the harp and bid it swell; With flowing bowls before ye; Here's to the land in which we dwell, To England, Europe's glory. Blest land-beyond all lands afar, And Beauty's peerless daughters, Whether in sultry scenes ye rove, Or seek the foreign fair one's love, Paddy's Wedding. SURE won't you hear what roaring cheer, From the churching to the bedding 0; First two in hand, came Father Quipés, With the bride's dadda the, bailey O, While all the way to church, the pipes Struck up a lilt so gailey O. Then there was Mat and sturdy Pat, When Pat was ask'd, would his love last? Now a roaring set at dinner met, To the bride's dear health round went the swipes, And then at night, O what delight, To see them ali footing and prancing O, And now the knot so tipsey are get, And round to be sure did go the swipes, Lovely Nan. SWEET is the ship that, under sail, Spreads her wide bosom to the gale, Sweet, O sweet's the flowing can ; Sweet to poise the lab'ring oar, That tugs us to our native shore, When the boatswain pipes the barge to man: The soldier gets his king's esteem the invalid a pension; Each husband gets a wife, and sometimes (more*) that I could mention. The politician gets a seat, tho' void of any great sense; The parson gets the tythe pig; the lawyer six and eightpence; The thief enjoys a halter, what his life for years presages; And Saturday night comes once a week with every poor man's wages, Our rights in charter well we know, mechanics, princes, traders, Is to protect our property from levellers and invaders, ; Our lives to guard, and then in wars, when e'er our foes create 'em, We jointly take the cudgels, and with blows prepare to meet 'em. Since loyalty then reigns so firm; its blessings ever sing, sir, While Englishmen, with one accord, thus hail their sovereign king, sir; Huzza him o'er the flowing bowl, nay more, let nothing part ye, Till round you've drank confusion to the democra tic party. *Horns. Permit your most obedient, humbly now to take his leave, sir, And hoping I've offended none, by barking as I have, sir; For a loyal dog I am, and such, I think, will ne'er disgrace me, If any one object it here, why boldly let him face me. The Chapter of Fashions. FASHION was form'd when the world began, The fashion next came to hunting poor brutes, Our barons of old- -wore comical clothes, And their shoes were square toed, yellow worsted their hose. Your Henry's and Edward's were famous for dress, But ale and beef-stakes were the fashion with Bess. In the reign of King Charles, you distinguish'd a prig, By the length of his cane, and the size of his wig; Cromwell's hats were all broad, and his head it was round, And his hair hung like candles, sixteen to the pound. |