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Moderato.

JACK AND I SAW THEM NO MORE.
Composed by Hook.

Jack and I were both mess-mates a long time at sea, And

ma-ny's the battle we've

fought; Yet

fear, d'ye mind, ne-ver touch'd him or me, Tho' oft on our sweet-hearts we

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more, no

saw them no more, no
'Twas long on the ocean, toss'd upwards and down,
We'd been from our charmers away;
Had gain'd by hard service both gold and renown,
Their fondness and love to repay:
But, shame on report and each slanderous tongue,
That whisper'd ill tidings on shore,
For malice, too busy, our death-knell had rung,
And Jack and I saw them no more.

more; though Jack and I saw them no more.

Two landsmen, to win their affections, d'ye see,
Had tried ev'ry art, but in vain ;
When falsehood gave out we were both wreck'd at
And found a cold grave in the main. [sea,
Poll and Kate heard the tale, but a word never spoke,
Each fell like a lamb on the floor;
The functions of life from that moment were broke,
And Jack and I saw them no more.

Larghe o.

THE GRASP OF A FRIEND.

The Poetry by William Jones.-The Music by Donizetti.

'Tis friendship and worth That en dear us to earth, And smi-ling -ly bright-en our way:

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All the sor-rows of life, And its feverish strife, The care of a friend will al

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Yes 'tis the bro-ther-ly clasp Of a warm friendly grasp That tells his de - vo- tion and love.

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maid who seeks my heart Cheeks of rose untouch'd by art?

will own the

colour true, When yield-ing blush-es aid their hue, When yield-ing blush es aid their hue.

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loves and rides a way, a way, a-way, a way,-He loves and he rides a - way.

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CHUNDAH'S SONG.

A Hindostanee Melody, adapted by James Knox; the Poetry paraphrased from Sir W. Jones's Translation of the Persian of Hafiz.

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MRS. WADDLE OF CHICKABIDDY LANE.
By Charles Dibdin the Younger.

Moderato.

Mrs.

Wad-dle was

a

wi-dow, and she got no

little gain; She kept a

tripe and trot - ter shop in Chick-a-bid-dy Lane;

Her next door neighbour,

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take a cup of tea, With a tick a Mrs. Waddle put her chintz on, and sent for Sammy Sprig,

The titivating barber, to frizify her wig; Tommy Tick he dress'd in pompadour, with double-channel'd pumps,

And look'd, when he'd his jazy on, just like the Jack of Trumps.

With a tick a tee, tick a tee, &c.

Mrs. Waddle came in time for tea, and down they sat together,

They talk'd about the price of things, the fashion, and the weather:

She stay'd to supper, too-for Tommy Tick, without a doubt, ['em out.'

Was none of them that axes you to 'tea and turn With a tick a tee, tick a tee, &c.

tee,

tick a tee, tick a tick a tee. Thus Tommy Tick, he won her heart, and they were married fast, [could not last:

But all so loving were at first, 'twas thought it They'd words, and with a large cow-heel she gave him such a wipe, [of tripe. And he return'd the compliment with half a yard With a tick a tee, tick a tee, &c. She took him to the justice such cruelty to cease, Who bound the parties over to keep the public peace; [muggy weather, But Mrs. Tick, one day, inflam'd with max and She with a joint-stool broke the peace and Tom

my's head together.

SPOKEN.] There he lay, with about a dozen cow-heels round him-singing, Tick a tee, tick a tee, &c.

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THE RICHEST PRINCE.

The Poetry translated from the German of Korner; the Music composed by Wolff.

Allegretto.

In a state-ly hall at Worms one day, Sate German Princes four; With many :8:

speeches counted they Their lands and treasures o'er, Their lands and trea-sures o'er.

And first the prince of Saxony

Extoll'd his rich domain:

'My mountains teem with silver,' said he, In many a deep, dark vein.'

"Behold my land's luxuriance!' said The elector of the Rhine;

'The valleys with golden grain o'erspread, On the mountains noble wine.'

'Great cities, rich cloisters, all must agree,' Said Lewis, Bavaria's lord,

'Are prouder treasures: then to me The palm ye must accord.'

Old Eberhardt, with beard of snow,
Lov'd lord of Wurtemberg, said,-
'Few cities hath my land to show,
No silver in mountain-bed:
'Yet one rare jewel it hides :-I may,
Where woods are most deep and drear.
In the lap of the lowliest subject lay
My head, and feel no fear."
Then out spake the lords of Saxony,
Bavaria, and the Rhine:

'Old count, we yield the palm to thee; Thy land bears jewels divine!'

THE VILLAGE BELLS, OR MAY-DAY.

Written and composed by Thomas Welsh.

Allegretto.

The

village bells ring merrily round, And jo - cund sings each swain; The

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