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thought: For Jack lov'd his Kit - ty as

dear as his soul, And Poll was my com-fort on

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tion and love.

Is her hand so soft and pure? I must press it, to be sure:

Nor can I be certain then, Till it grateful press again.

Must I, with attentive eye,
Watch her heaving bosom sigh?
I will do so when I see
That heaving bosom sigh for me.

A lady look'd over the castle wall,

And she heard the knight thus sing;

The lady's tears began to fall,

And her hands she began to wring:

:

And didst thou, then, thy true love plight, And was it but to betray?

Ah! tarry awhile, my own dear knight,In pity don't ride away.'

The knight of her tears he took no heed,
While scornful laugh'd his eye;

He gave the spur to his prancing steed,-
'Good bye, sweetheart, good bye.'

And soon he vanish'd from her sight;
While she was heard to say,-

Ah! ladies, beware of a fair young knight,-
He'll love, and he'll ride away.'

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Than all the gems of

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mar-cand.

Speak not of Fate,-O! change the theme,
And tell of odours, sing of wine;
Think that the future 's but a dream,-

To love and joy our thoughts confine:
And O! sweet maid, my counsel hear,-
Leave the dull rule of wisdom's page
While music charms the ravish'd ear,
Be gay, and scorn the frowns of age.

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.

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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.

That little fools will drink
And when, in youth's too fleeting hours,
You roam the earth alone,

And have not sought some loving heart,
That you may make your own,-
Remember woman's priceless worth,
And think, when pleasures pall,
That little fools will love too much,
And great ones not at all.
And if a friend deceiv'd you once,
Absolve poor human kind,-
Nor rail against your fellow man,
With malice in your mind;

But, in your daily intercourse,
Remember, lest you fall,
That little fools confide too much,
And great ones not at all.

In work or pleasure, love or drink,
Your rule be still the same;-

Your work not toil, your pleasures pure,
Your love a steady flame;

Your drink not madd'ning, but to cheerSo shall your bliss not pall:

For little fools enjoy too much,

But great ones not at all.

Allegretto.

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!'

Allegretto.

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