Bright Phoebus has shewn us the glimpse of his face, Peep'd in at our windows, and call'd to the chase; He soon will be up, for his dawn wears away, And makes the fields blush with the beams of his ray.

Sweet Molly may teaze you, perhaps, to lie down,
And if you refuse her perhaps she may frown:
But tell her, sweet love must to hunting give place,
For, as well as her charms there are charms in the
chase.

Look yonder, look yonder, old reynard I spy,
At his brush nimbly follows brisk Chanter and Fly;
They seize on their prey, see his eye-balls they roll
We're in at the death, now return to the bowl.

There we'll fill up our glasses, and toast to the king;

From a bumper fresh loyalty ever will spring:To George peace and glory may heaven dispense, And fox-hunters flourish a thousand years hence!

Rub-a-dub.

A BRITISH soldier is my dad,
The couch of ease disdaining,

And I a true-born British lad,
Like him, live by campaigning i

Dad makes the enemy retreat,

His son and heir, I've fame in view,
He ne'er was conquer'd, I ne'er beat;

For when alarms loud call to arms,
I beat a rub-a-dub, and a rat-tat-too.

Like dad, from love I never fly,
Its joys are so inviting,
He loves Old England, so do I,
And glory take delight in ;
A hero's name old dad enjoys,

His son and heir, I've fame in view;
And in the battle make some noise;

For when alarms loud call to arms,
I beat a rub-a-dub, and a rat-tat-too.

Pretty Sally Solomons.
THRO' ev'ry place I rove,
A pedlar by my trade,
And once I fell in love,

Mid a very pretty maid;
Von day I met her all so smart,
Some coots of me she buy,

She paid for dem but shtole my heart,
Which made me sorely sigh.

(Spoken)-I was all over zo comical as a man vat is drunk; I did'nt know vat I vas a pout-I eat all my lollipops, and play'd at ducks and drakes mid my shlieve buttons, lit my pipe mid a stick of sealing vax, and proke my vatch by vinding it up.

backwards; and one day, instead of calling my shoestrings, I cried "Sally Solomons, all a penny a pair!" So de people laugh'd, and I look'd like a fool :

And 'twas all for Sally Solomons,
Pretty Sally Solomons,

O listen, love, to me;

Would you be Mistress Ab'rams,
Would you be Mistress Ab'rams,
How happy I should be.

Her eyes were bright as paste,
Her lips like vax were red,
Like pencils strait her vaist,

And her tongue smooth as the lead.
No girl in Duke's place cou'd compare
Mid her to buy or sell :

She made such pargains, you'd stare,
And so in love I fell.

(Spoken.) Plesh ma heart, it would have done you cood to see her puy a lot, she talk'd the peoplish over so shweetly, dat she got de tings more as twenty per shent cheaper den her own father Shadrach, who kept a clothes shop and two counters in it and so she turn'd up her nose at me ali so as if I vas an ould slipper, because vat I carried a box, and it proke ma heart Heigho! I'd a cood mind to drown myself, put I shought I should get nothing py it, so I shet out on my travels, determin'd to die an ould batchelor-live so long as I might:

And 'twas all for Sally Solomons, &c.

The tight little Island.

DADDY Neptune, one day, to Freedom did say,
If ever I live upon dry land,

The spot I should hit on, would be little Britain,
Says Freedom, Why that's my own island:
O what a snug little island!
A right little tight little island!
All the globe round,

None can be found,

So happy as this little island.

Julius Cæsar the Roman, who yielded to no man,
Came by water-he cou'dn't come by land;
And Dane, Pict, and Saxon, their homes turn'd
their backs on,

And all for the sake of our island.
Oh what a snug little island!
They'd have a touch at the island!
Some were shot dead,

Some of them fled,

And some stay'd to live on the island.

Then a very great war-man, call'd Billy the Nor

man,

Cried, D-n it, I never lik'd my land;

It would be much more handy, to leave this Normandy.

And live on yon beautiful island!
Says he, 'Tis a snug little island!
Sh'n't us go visit the island ?-

Hop, skip, and jump,

There he was plump,

And he kick'd up a dust on the island,

K

But party deceit help'd the Normans to beat,
Of traitors they manag'd to buy land;

By Dane, Saxon, or Pict, we ne'ershould be lick'd,
Had they stuck to the king of their island!
Poor Harold the king of the island!
He lost both his life and his island!

That's very true;

What could he do?

Like a Briton he died for his island.

The Spanish Armada set out to invade her,
Quite sure, if they ever came nigh land,
They cou'dn't do less than tuck up Queen Bess,
And take their full swing in the island.
Oh the poor Queen and the island!
The Dons came to plunder the island!
But snug in the hive,

The Queen was alive,

And buz was the word at the island.

These proud puff'd-up cakes thought to make ducks and drakes

Of our wealth; but they scarcely could spy land, Ere our Drake had the luck to make their pride

duck,

And stoop to the lads of the island.

Huzza for the lads of the island!

The good wooden walls of the island!
Devil or Don,

Let 'em come on,

But how would they come off at the island.