My splendid piano I sold for a song, Which my daughter, Fanchette, used to strum to; She'll perhaps have a mangle to turn before long, For there's no knowing what we may come to. You may turn, &c. SHE WOULDN'T DO FOR ME. THOMAS HUDSON.] [Tune-"The Old Bachelor." IN courting the ladies I've wasted my life, And oh! for the want of a charming wife Could I but get one exact to my mind, Alas! in the number not one can I find, Miss Vain had elegance, beauty, and grace, She thought her charms did others surpass, I found Miss Vain was fond of the glass, Miss Grub had wealth in silver and gold, And though Miss Grub was growing old, In costly silks and satins clad, As fine as fine could be, Her cash was good, but her temper was bad, The Widow Gadd her weeds still wore, Was reckon'd a charming prize; Just in her bloom at twenty-four, With a pair of melting eyes. Although I courted the Widow Gadd, I soon from her got free; I found three husbands before she'd had, Miss Clack was the next-she struck me mute, Came floating o'er the ear. With love I sadly sigh'd-poor ef, And love brought inisery; I found she'd have all the talk to herself, Then I courted the sweet Miss Glum, I certainly thought she must be dumb, Two sisters next, who'd been to France, I saw them but once-that at a ball, The next was a lady-a "stocking blue"- Own it I must-to give her her due, Could I meet a lady exact to my mind, Her heart with th' purest affection to glow, BEFORE AND AFTER MARRIAGE. JAMES BRUTON.] My Julie had such pretty eyes, All piercing grey their colour; The very stars within the skies, [Music by BLEWITT. When they appeared, seemed duller! This was before our marriage ! But soon I found, a'as! alack! That these same eyes could turn as black As skies when charged with thunder! But this was after marriage! My Julie had such pretty feet, I often thought they'd snap in two, This was before our marriage! But these same little feet that oft But this was after marriage! My Julie had such pretty hands, And nails with little white half-moons," And soft as satin paper. This was before our marriage! But these same nails that none could match, And tiny hands inviting, I found could come up to the scratch, And do a little fighting! But this was after marriage! My Julie reach'd perfection quite, And all my future seem'd most bright, This was before our marriage! But ah! vain hope! I only dream'd, The lady I an angel deem'd T. H. BAYLY.] But this was after marriage! MY SON TOM. [Music by S. GÖDBE. My son's a youth of talents rare, Where Tom pick'd up his knowledge. But Tom's a minor, recollect, And so, of course, one can't expect With clever boys, if peop'e force My Tom's a youth of talents rare, &c. By instinct Tom picks up at once My husband storms, and calls him dunce, My Tom's a youth of talents rare, &c. Tom wears no stock, no long-tail'd coat, A jacket and an open throat Best suit his form and visage : I'm sure he will not fail to say, ""Twas all my mother's doing!" My Tom's a youth of talents rare, &c. I'M A RANTING, ROVING BLADE. SAMUEL LOVER.] WHOO! I'm a ranting, roving blade, Of never a thing was I ever afraid ; [Music by S. Lover. I'm a gintleman born, and I scorn a thrade, But my debts is worth something; this truth they instil, That pride makes us fall all against our will; For 'twas pride that broke me-I was happy until I was ruined all out by my tailor's bill. |