UMBRELLA COURTSHIP.

Music-at Duncomb's, Middle-Row, Holborn.

A BELLE and beau would walking go,
In love they both were pining;
The wind in gentle gales did blow,-
An April sun was shining.

Though Simon long had courted Miss,
He knew he'd acted wrong in
Not having dared to steal a kiss,
Which set her quite a longing.

Tol ol ol.

It so occurred, as they did walk,
And viewed each dale so flowery,
As Simon by her side did stalk,

Declared the sky looked showery.
The rain came to her like a drug,
When loudly he did bellow,

"Look here, my love, we can be snug,I've brought a neat umbrella."

Tol ol ol.

Quick flew the shelter over Miss ;-
Now, Simon was a droll one,
He thought this was the time to kiss,
So from her lips he stole one!
She blushed; the rain left off, and he
Th' umbrella closed for draining;
"Oh! don't," says she, "I plainly see
It hasn't left off raining!"

Tol ol ol.

Now, Simon, when he smok'd the plan,
The neat umbrella righted:

He grew quite bold, talked like a man,
And she seem'd quite delighted.

Their lips rung chimes, full fifty times,
Like simple lovers training:

Says she, "These are but lovers' crimes;--
I hope it won't cease raining!"

Tol ol ol.

He kissed her out of her consent,
That she'd become his bride; hence
To buy the ring was his intent,

And then to get the licence.
They parted, but he took much pains
Where they should meet to tell her,
Says she, "I'll meet when next it rains,
So bring your neat umbrella.

Tol ol ol.

The wedding morn,-no time to waste,-
He arose before 'twas yet day;

And just as if to please her taste,
It was a shocking wet day.

They married were, had children dear,
Eight round-faced little fellows;

But, strange to state, the whole of the eight
Were marked with neat umbrellas!

Tol ol

THE WEALTH OF THE COTTAGE IS LOVE

A BLESSING unknown to ambition and pride,
That fortune can never abate,

To wealth and to splendour though often denied
Yet on poverty deigns to await:

That blessing, ye pow'rs! still be it my lot,
The choicest best gift from above,

Deep fix'd in my heart shall be never forgot
That the wealth of the cottage is love.

Whate'er my condition, why should I repine
By poverty never distress'd;

Exulting I felt what a treasure was mine
A treasure enshrin'd in my breast.

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That blessing, ye pow'rs! still be it my lot,
The choicest best gift from above,

Still fix'd in my heart shall be never forgot,
That the wealth of the cottage is love.

A BOAT! A BOAT!

Music-at the Music Sellers.

САТСН.

A BOAT! a boat! haste to the ferry!

For we'll go over and be merry!

To laugh, and quaff, and drink good sherry!

DO YOUSEE ANYTHING GREEN ABOUT ME? Music-at Duncomb's, Middle-Row, Holborn.

A CLODHOPPING country-clown,

And rough as a badger was I, When I arrived first up in town,

My fame and my fortune to try.

A target I seemed for each one,

Who chose with their jokes to make free, And level at me their sly fun,

For there was something green about me. Experience soon came to my aid,

Though once but a regular spoon,
For when a joke on me was played,
I returned it, with interest, soon.

That they'd got the wrong sow by the ear,
They saw, when with me they made free,
For I said, with a wink and a leer,

"Do you see anything green about me?" While trudging one day through the street, A-thinking of different things,

A fellow stooped down to his feet,

And picked up two real golden rings:

He tried to catch me with his lures
Says he, "We'll not disagree:

For a sovereign they both shall be yours."
"Do you see anything green about me?"

A woman, that I went to woo,

To pass for a virgin did try,

But her scheming for me wouldn't do,-
I learnt she'd a child on the sly;
So I said, when she next did appear,
A-coaxing and making so free,

And saying, "You'll marry me, dear?"
"Do you see anything green about me?"

A swell once took me by the hand,

And on me such friendship bestowed, That into a tavern so grand

He took me, to drink wine, I'm blowed!

Jdrank deep, and was going away,

When the swell, who my movements did see,

Cried out, "You've this bill to pay!"

"Do you see anything green about me?"

Of a sovereign I wanted change,

And to get it, I once asked a Jew,
He wanted to trick me, most strange!
And I tried to diddle him, too.
Two bad shillings he gave me, egad!
Which I took as composed as could be;
But the coin I gave him was rank bad,
So there was nothing green about me!

To buy a horse once I did go,

When the dealer, who was a queer knave, Said that he'd sell me one low:

In fact, he the animal gave:

The horse died ere he got stable in,

But I gave him a bad note, you see,
So I made by't the shoes and the skin,
So there was nothing green about me!

THE COLONEL.

Composed by JOSEPH PHILIP Knight.
Music-at Allcroft's

A COLONEL, such a creature!

I saw him at the ball,

So fair in form and feature,
And so divinely tall!

He prais'd my dimpled cheeks and curls,
While whirling through the dance,
And match'd me with the dark eyed girls
Of Italy and France.

He said in accents thrilling,

Love's boundless as the sea;
And I, dear maid, am willing,
To give up all for thee.

I heard him, blush'd, would ask Mama,
And then my eyes grew dim,

He look'd, I said Mama, Papa,
I'd give up all for him!

That my Papa was rich and old,

Full well the Colonel knew,

Love's wings, he said, when fring'd with gold
Are beautiful to view!

I thought his manner quite the ton,
Until I saw him stare:

When merely told that brother John,
Papa would make his heir!

Next day, and the day after,
I dress'd for him in vain,

Was mov'd to tears and laughter,

He never came again!

But I have heard, for widow Dash,
He bought the bridal ring,

And that he'll wed her for her cash,
The ugly hateful thing.