THE JOLLY DOG.

Parodied from the German.]

[Air-"Oh, Cruel."

I'M what you call " 'a jolly dog,"

I once had lots of tin,
My pennies went for 'bacca

And my shillings went for gin;
The landlords and the wenches
That once I used to know,
Now cut me at my coming,
Or else chaff me when I go.
My waistcoat and my trousers
Most ruefully are rent.
Now, when I can, I borrow,

Not of those I've often lent;
And if there were no highways
I'd stay at home and think;
And if there were no gin-shops-
Why then I couldn't drink.

DER LUSTIGE BRUDER.

German Volkslieder.]

[Air-"Oh, Cruel."

EIN Heller und ein Batzen,
War'n allzwei Beide mein,
Der Heller ward du Wasser,
Der Batzen ward zu Wein.
Die Wirthsleut' und die Mädel,
Die rufen beid, "O weh!"
Die Wirthsleut' wenn ich komme.
Die Mädel wenn ich geh.

Mein' Stiefel sind zerrissen

Mein' Schuh, die sind entzwei,

Und draussen auf der Haide
Da singt der Vogel frei.

Und gäb's kein Landstrass, nirgend,
Da säss' ich still zu Haus;
Und gäb's kein Loch im Fasse,
Da tränk ich gar nicht drauss.

QUEEN ELIZABETH.

JAMES BRUTON.]

[Tune-" Nice Young Girl,"

I SING of Golden good Queen Bess,"
The child of Bluff King Hal!

Whom some scribes paint without a fault,
And such "a nice young gal !"
The acts she did unfeminine
I think were not all pretty!
'Twas a man's part rendered graphic'lly
By a sort of Master Betty!

Her reign had Bacon-Shakespeare, who
With her name will go down!
A human Lion-Unicorn

Supporting her bright crown!
Lawyer-poet! each with such
A talent that we feel
One was his country's Bacon, as
The other was its weal!

The learned lawyer took great pains
That none should wisdom lack;
For Bacon then was always found
To be upon the rack,
Till law itself this learned pig
Did by the tail secure.
Alas! alas! what suffrances
Did Sir Francis endure !

Then she had Raleigh, whose red cloak
Made him long live in clover!
To use it fate did him be-hove,
Lest his mistress might be over !
A courtier !-soldier-statesman-
Beheaded for no crimes!

A man who did the leadership-
The Walter of the Times!

Queen Bess said she'd ne'er marry, though
She chances had, no doubt;

Refusals she gave flatly three

And offers three are out!

Earl Essex was near wedding, but
O! luckiest of chaps!

Off at the end the match was broke,

And he 'scaped the brimstone, p'rhaps !

Once riding with her, Essex said,
"Your shunning me's a bad loss !
If I had you I should not take
A gal up on a sad loss!"

A loud horse-laugh she gave, then said,
"Your wish if you could get,
You might lose by a head, did you
E'er chance a Sovereign Bet!"

Embracing her, said Phil of Spain,
"Oh, Bessy, let me woo!-

I'd span a shape.'

No, no," cried she,

"No Spanish ape like you!"

She said she would be "England's bride,"

Nor love for man evince :

Thus Celibacy is a word

From Silly Bessy ever since!

Eliza fond was of bull baits,

And oft at Bankside found;

'Twas there she'd take her pleasure whole As 'twas her Pleasure Ground!

Indeed, to face an ox herself,

'Tis said the deed she'd do : That is to say, she'd probe a bull: Which is probe a bully true.

To Purfleet the Armada came,
A sight to Drake as nought.
"At Tilbury Fort, is it?" said he;
"I'd not give a 'tilbury' for't !”
And soon its hash he settled, and
So made bold Philip run it ;

Cried Drake, 66

Ah, Spain! here lies her wrecks! And Eliza Rex has done it!"

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So Bessy ruled Old England well,
And seldom foe subdued her;
Her life seem'd here beatitude;
Then hail to Betty Tudor!

We've sovereigns had, some good, some bad,
Some stupid, others stupider;
But none demurs in calling hers—

"A golden reign, by Jupiter!"

[The above is from the forthcoming publication by Mr. James Bruton, entitled the "Comic Idylls of the Kings," of which "Sharpe's Magazine," for May, 1866, says :-"We have since been favoured with a glimpse at the proof sheets, and from what we have seen we can assure the lovers of comic literature that there is a rich treat in store for them. The whole of the ballads, of which there are five-and-twenty, glitter with bon mots and puns, which are lavishly introduced with that ingenuity and peculiar vein of humour of which the author is so great a master."]

NOW CAN'T YOU BE AISY?

CHARLES LEVER.]

Tune-" Arrah, Katty, now can't you be aisy ?"

OH! what stories I'll tell when my sodgering's o'er,
And the gallant fourteenth is disbanded;
Not a drill nor parade will I hear of no more,

When safely in Ireland landed.

With the blood that I spilt-the Frenchmen I kilt, I'll drive all the girls half crazy;

And some 'cute one will cry, with a wink of her eye, "Mr. Free, now-why can't you be aisy?"

I'll tell how we routed the squadrons in fight,
And destroyed them all at Talavera,

And then I'll just add how we finished the night,
In learning to dance the Bolera;

How by the moonshine we drank raal wine,
And rose next day fresh as a daisy;

Then some one will cry, with a look mighty sly,
"Arrah, Mickey-now can't you be aisy?"

I'll tell how the nights with Sir Arthur we spent,
Around a big fire in the air, too,

Or may be enjoying ourselves in a tent,

Exactly like Donnybrook fair, too;

How he'd call out to me-" Pass the wine, Mr. Free, For you're a man never is lazy !"

Then some one will cry, with a wink of her eye,
"Arrah, Mickey dear-can't you be aisy!"

I'll tell, too, the long years in fighting we passed,
Till Mounseer asked Bony to lead him ;
And Sir Arthur, grown tired of glory at last,
Begged of one Mickey Free to succeed him.
But, Acushla," says I, "the truth is, I'm shy!
There's a lady in Ballynacrazy!

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And I swore on the book-" she gave me a look,
And cried, "Mickey-now can't you be aisy?"

AN ORDER OF REMOVAL.

[Tune-"Cork Leg."

JACOB COLE.]
TIMOTHY MONK was a friend of mine,
He carried on trade in the general line;
He served his customers far and near,
And he likewise served as an overseer.
The paupers plagued him out of his rest,
But Bet Fogo was his greatest pest;
She'd a wooden leg, which proved a peg
On which to hang an excuse to beg.

He had her examined, in order to show
What right she had to bother him so ;
Her claim on the parish he found was wrong,
For-to be short-she didn't belong.

Her settlement proved to be Liverpool town,
An order was signed to be sending her down;
And as to visit poor Monk she'd often come,
They gave him the plasure of seeing her home.