'd help both the poor and distress'd,
I'd dry the lone widow's sad tear
The orphans that mourn should be blest,
If I had a Thousand a year.

Oh, I wish I'd a Thousand a year

No matter whate'er might betide
If providence bless'd me with health,
Doing good should be ever my pride,
And thus would I scatter my wealth.
All this would I do d'ye see,

The hungry and naked to cheer,
All around should be happy and free,
If I had a Thousand a year.

Oh, I wish I'd a Thousand a year.

So now my friends take my advice,
When charity's cause shall appear,
Do your best and that will suffice,
As though you'd a Thousand a year.
You'll then have the thanks of the poor
And with it, warm gratitude's tear,

Oh, nothing would I covet more,

If I had a Thousand a year.

Oh, I wish I'd a Thousand a year.

COMIN' THROUGH THE RYE

Music-at Z. T. Purday's, Holborn.

IF a body meet a body comin' through the rye
If a body kiss a body, need a body cry?
Every lassie has her laddie.

Nane, they say, ha'e I;

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Yet a' the lads they smile at me
When comin' through the rye
Amang the train there is a swain
1 dearly lo'e mysel';

But whare his hame, or what his name
I dinna care to tell.

If a body meet a body comin' frae the toun,
If a body greet a body, need a body frown?
Every lassie has her laddie
Nane, they say, ha'e I;

Yet a' the lads they smile at me
When comin' through the rye.
Amang the train there is a swain
I dearly lo'e mysel':

But whare his hame, or what his name,

I dinna care to tell.

IF ANY SO WISE IS.

If any so wise is, that sack he despises,
Let him drink his small beer and be sober;
Whilst we drink wine, and sing as if it were sprin
He shall droop like the trees in October.

But be sure, over night, if this dog do you bite,
You take it henceforth for a warning,

Soon as out of your bed, to settle your head,
Take a hair of his tail in the morning.

And not be so silly, to follow old Lilly!

For there's nothing but wine that can tune us; Let his Ne assuescas be put in his cape-case, And sing bibito vinum jejunus.

IF THE HEART OF A MAN.

Music at D'Almaine and Co.'s, Soho Square. IF the heart of a Man is deprest with cares, The mist is dispell'd when a Woman appears, Like the notes of a Fiddle she sweetly, sweetly, Raises the spirits and charms our ears.

Roses and Lilies her cheeks disclose,

But her ripe lips are more sweet than those; Press her, caress her, with blisses her kisses, Dissolve us in pleasure and soft repose.

'd help both the poor and distress'd,
I'd dry the lone widow's sad tear
The orphans that mourn should be blest,
If I had a Thousand a year.

Oh, I wish I'd a Thousand a year

No matter whate'er might betide
If providence bless'd me with health,
Doing good should be ever my pride,
And thus would I scatter my wealth.
All this would I do d'ye see,

The hungry and naked to cheer,
All around should be happy and free,
If I had a Thousand a year.

Oh, I wish I'd a Thousand a year.

So now my friends take my advice,
When charity's cause shall appear,
Do your best and that will suffice,
As though you'd a Thousand a year.
You'll then have the thanks of the poor
And with it, warm gratitude's tear,

Oh, nothing would I covet more,

If I had a Thousand a year.

Oh, I wish I'd a Thousand a year.

COMIN' THROUGH THE RYE

Music-at Z. T. Purday's, Holborn.

IF a body meet a body comin' through the rye
If a body kiss a body, need a body cry?
Every lassie has her laddie.
Nane, they say, ha'e I;

Yet a' the lads they smile at me
When comin' through the rye
Amang the train there is a swain

I dearly lo'e mysel';

But whare his hame, or what his name
I dinna care to tell.

IF a body meet a body comin' frae the toun,
If a body greet a body, need a body frown?
Every lassie has her laddie
Nane, they say, ha'e I;

Yet a' the lads they smile at me
When comin' through the rye.
Amang the train there is a swain
I dearly lo'e mysel':

But whare his hame, or what his name,

I dinna care to tell.

IF ANY SO WISE IS.

IF any so wise is, that sack he despises,

Let him drink his small beer and be sober; Whilst we drink wine, and sing as if it were sprin He shall droop like the trees in October.

But be sure, over night, if this dog do you bite,
You take it henceforth for a warning,

Soon as out of your bed, to settle your head,
Take a hair of his tail in the morning.

And not be so silly, to follow old Lilly!

For there's nothing but wine that can tune us; Let his Ne assuescas be put in his cape-case, And sing bibito vinum jejunus.

IF THE HEART OF A MAN.

Music-at D'Almaine and Co.'s, Soho Square. IF the heart of a Man is deprest with cares, The mist is dispell'd when a Woman appears, Like the notes of a Fiddle she sweetly, sweetly, Raises the spirits and charms our ears.

Roses and Lilies her cheeks disclose,

But her ripe lips are more sweet than these; Press her, caress her, with blisses her kisses, Dissolve us in pleasure and soft repose.

THE BAREFOOTED FRIAR.

Music-at Z. T. Purday's.

I'LL give thee, good fellow, a twelvemonth or twain, To search Europe thro' from Byzantium to Spain; But ne'er shall you find tho' you seek till you tire, So happy a man as the Barefooted Friar.

He's expected at noon, and no wight till he comes
May profane the great chair, or the porridge of plums;
For the best of the cheer, and the seat by the fire,
Are the undenied right of the Barefooted Friar.

He's expected at night, and the pasty's made hot,
They broach the brown ale, and they fill the black pot;
And the good wife would wish the good man in the mire,
Ere he lack'd a soft pillow-the Barefooted Friar.
Long flourish the sandal, the cord and the cope,
The dread of the devil and trust of the Pope;
For to gather life's roses unscathed by the Briar,
Is granted alone to the Barefooted Friar.

THE FINE OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMAN.
Music at Z. T. Purday's, 45, Holborn.

I'LL sing you a good old song,
Made by a good old pate,
Of a fine old English gentleman,
Who had an old estate;
And who kept up his old mansion
At a bountiful old rate;

With a good old porter to relieve
The old poor at his gate.
Like a fine old English gentleman,
All of the olden time.

His hall, so old, was hung around
With pikes, and guns, and bows,
And swords, and good old bucklers,
That had stood against old foes;