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BILLY VITE AND NELLY GREEN; OR, THE GHOST OF A SHEEP'S HEAD.

Come, all you blades both high and low, And you shall hear of a dis-mal go: It

is all about one Billy Vite,

Who was his parents' sole de-light.

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One night, when he lay fast asleep,
He plainly saw the ghost of a sheep,
And unto him it straightway said,-
'A maid you've poison'd with my head.'
Ri tol, &c.
'I come,' says he, from Old Nick straight,-
He wants you, and he will not wait;
I'll tie you up in your red garters,
And carry you away a-top of my hind quarters.'
Ri tol, &c.
Now avay they vent in a flash of fire,
Which made all the people very much admire;
They had never seen such a sight before,
And I hope they never won't see such a sight not
Ri tol, &c.

never on more.

Now, all you blades unmarried,
Take varning by that ere chap what's dead, [wrong,
For if he had never done any young voman any
He might have been here, to hear this here song.
Ri tol, &c.

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men

are staunch to their fav' rite launch, And when the foe shall meet our fire,

'Twas with the spring fleet she went out, The English channel to cruize about, When four French sail, in show so stout,

Bore down on the Arethusa.

The fam'd Belle Poule straight a-head did lie.
The Arethusa seem'd to fly ;

Not a sheet, nor a tack,

Nor a brace, did she slack,

Tho' the Frenchmen laugh'd and thought it stuff,
But they knew not the handful of men, how tough,
On board of the Arethusa.

On deck five hundred men did dance,
The stoutest they could find in France;
We with two hundred did advance,

On board of the Arethusa.
Our captain hail'd the Frenchman, ho.
The Frenchman then cry'd out,-' Hallo!'

Moderato.

'Bear down, d'ye see,

To our admiral's lee.'

No, no!' says the Frenchman, that can't be.' "Then I must lug you along with me,'

Says the saucy Arethusa.

The fight was off the Frenchman's land;
We forc'd them back upon their strand;—
For we fought till not a stick would stand
Of the gallant Arethusa.

And now we've driven the foes ashore,
Never to fight with Britons more,

Let each fill a glass

To his favourite lass

A health to our captain and officers true,
And all that belong to the jovial crew
On board of the Arethusa.

FAIR JESSY, THE MAID OF THE MOOR.
The Poetry by Mrs. Hemans.-The Music by Dr. John Clark.

Dark, dark was the dun-geon, and hu-mid the walls, And barr'd was the grate of the

pri-son'd the youth of the vale, Sweet Jessy the maid of the moor,

Sweet

THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD.
The Poetry by Mrs. Hemans.-Arranged, expressly for this work, to an Air by Donizetti.
Andante.

They grew

in beauty side by side,- They fill'd one home with

glee;

Their

graves are se - ver'd far and wide, By mount and stream and

sea. The

same fond

mo- ther bent at night O'er each fair sleeping brow; She had each

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DEAREST GIRL, I SOON MUST LEAVE THEE.
The Music composed by Sir J. Stevenson.

Andante.

Dear-est girl, I soon must leave thee, Soon must cross the roar-ing main:

Ro-sa, wilt thou

lieve me? Whilst I live I'll true re main whilst I live I'll true re- main !

THE SEA-BOY ON THE GIDDY MAST.

The Poetry by William Pearce.-The Music composed by John Whitaker.

f Andante Moderato.

To Eng-land's tow'rs of oak farewell! tow'rs of oak fare-well! No more, no more for me shall

be un-furl'd The can-vass in the gale to swell, in the gale to

is no more,

is no more my world; Yet there life's ear-liest years I fearless

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The Poetry by D. Thomson.-Adapted to a Norwegian Melody, by Muzio Clementi. Larghetto Melanconico.

'Ah, woe is me! beacon fires are vain! Vain my night-ly watch I'm

keep-ing!

From the early morn-ing till the light de-cays, O'er tne roll -ing wa-ters still I sad - ly gaze;

Thus I waste the hours, thus the ling 'ring days,-Weary nights are spent in weep-ing!'

Naught was heard to sound through the howling
Where the maid her watch was keeping; [blast,
But soon the dawn show'd the broken mast,
O'er the stormy billow sweeping:
Still, as sinks the tide, the lonely wreck is seen,
'Mid the beating waves the frowning cliffs between;
Where the beacon turf rises soft and green,
Now in death the maid is sleeping.

Ye who never know sorrow's keenest dart,
Far from all you love to sever,
Ah! weep for those who must sadly part,
Ne'er to meet again-ah, never!
Weep for her who often climbs the stormy steep,
For her lover there a hopeless watch to keep,
Who in ocean's cave must so coldly sleep
'Mid its heaving waves for ever!

RETURN, O! MY LOVE.

The Poetry by Sarina; arranged expressly for this Work, to a popular Swiss Air. Moderato.

Return, O, my love! For the bright star of ev-'ning Has

Potatoes grow in Li-me-rick, and beef at Bally-more, And but-ter milk is

beautiful-but that you knew before; And I rish -men love pretty girls, but

none could love more true Than lit-tle Pad-dy Wackmacrack lov'd Kate O'Don-a-hoo.

Now Katty was as neat a lass as ever tripp'd the sod,
And Paddy bore with equal grace the musket or
the hod;
[chose
With trowel and with bayonet by turns the hero
To build up houses for his friends, and then to
charge his foes.

When gentle people fall in love, love's never at a loss
To find some ugly customers their happiness to cross,
And Paddy found no little trouble from a rival swain,
Who kept the Cat andCucumber in Cauliflower Lane.
This youth was named Mackirkencroft, a very
dapper elf,

[all himself;

Whose clothes they fitted neatly, for he made them
A tailor blade he was by trade, of natty boys the broth,
Because he always cut his coat according to his cloth.
But Paddy knew the feelings of a gentleman it hurts
To find another ungenteelly sticking in his skirts,
So sent a challenge without fear, for though he
wasn't rich,
[as sich.
He call'd himself a gentleman, and still behaved
Makirty, too, good manners had, for he, as it appears,
To Paddy wrote for leave that he might cut off
both his ears;

Says Pat to that, in style polite, as you may well

suppose,

[your nose.'
'My ears you're very welcome to, but first I'll pull
Then when and where were settled fair, when Pat,
as bold as brass,
[cried, Alas!"
Cried, 'You know what we fight about?'-Makirty
And then in haste, and not to waste such very
precious time,
[out prime.

One prim'd without a loading, t'other loaded with-
Then back to back they stood, good lack! to mea-
sure yards a score,-
[before;
Mackirkencroft such honest measure never gave
He walk'd so light that out of sight full fairly he
[tween.

was seen,

And Paddy shot a finger-post some half-a-mile beNow Pat and Kat soon after that in wedlock's bands were join'd;

Makirty he kept walking on, and never look'd behind,

And till this day his ghost, they say (for he of love
expired),

Keeps walking round the finger-post at which bold
Paddy fired.

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