BACHELOR'S FARE.

Composed expressly for this Work by Henry West, R.A.

wife. Free from sa ti-e - ty, care and anx - i-e-ty, Charms in va-ri-e-ty fall to his share :

Bac-chus's blis-ses and Ven-us-'s kis-ses;

This, boys, this is the ba-che-lor's fare;

Bac-chus's blisses and Ven-us-'s kis-ses;

A wife, like a canister, chattering, clattering,
Tied to a dog for his torment and dread,
All bespattering, bumping, and battering,

Hurries and worries him till he is dead;

Old ones are two devils haunted with blue devils,
Young ones are new devils raising despair;
Doctors and nurses combining their curses,
Adieu to full purses and bachelor's fare.
Through such folly, days once sweet holydays
Soon are embitter'd by wrangling and strife:
Wives turn jolly days to melancholy days,
All perplexing and vexing one's life;

Allegro.

This, boys, this is the ba- che lor's fare.
Children are riotous, maid-servants fly at us,
Mammy to quiet us growls like a bear;
Polly is squalling, and Molly is bawling,

While dad is recalling his bachelor's fare.
When they are older grown, then they are bolder
grown,

Turning your temper, and spurning your rule: Girls, through foolishness, passion, or mulishness, Parry your wishes and marry a fool.

Boys wi anticipate, lavish, and dissipate,

All that your busy pate hoarded with care;Then tell me what jollity, fun, and frivolity, Equal ir quality bachelor's fare?

NEW ZEALANDER'S BATTLE-SONG.

The Poetry translated from the German of Burger; the Music by Samatheni.

Hal-lo, ye my fel-lows, a - rise and advance! See the white-crest-ed waves, how they stamp and they

At home, wives and children a hearth for us lay;
A savory flesh-feast awaits us to-day.
Behind yonder mountains e'en now the smoke

streams,

And the blaze of the brush-fire crackles and gleams.

dance, High 0-ver the reef there, with anger and might! So wild-ly we dance to the bloody - red fight. Then gather! now gather! come, gather, ye all! Each thing that hath limbs and arms, come at our call! [sweeps by, Like reeds on the moor, when the whirlwind Our lances and war-axes darken the sky. Sharp, sharp as the tooth of the sea-hound and shark, [mark! They'll bore ye, they'll split ye. Fly, lance, to the Home, home to the heart! And thou, battle-axe grim, [and limb! Split, splintering and shivering, through brain-pan To-day we ask vengeance, to-day we ask blood; We ask it; we're coming to make our word good; The storm flinches not, though the woods choke

its path;

We ask it; we're coming; beware of our wrath!

Long, long have we hunger'd and thirsted for you;
At home the dogs lurk round the clean table, too.
Loud-shouting, we eat you to-night, every one,
Devour you clean, to the white ringing tone.
Rush, rush, ye my fellows, rush on them like hail!
Soon, soon, shall their roasting your nostrils re-

gale;

The fire is flaring; the oven is a-glow!

Heave to, now! hew through now! Halloha! hallo!

T

THE KING AND THE JACKETS OF BLUE.
The Words by Douglas Jerrold; the Music by J. Blewitt.

grassy course for me, And the grassy course for me,

The trumpet's sound, the war-steed's bound,

plea-sure calls to Ma-ry's bow'r: hark, hark, hark! Plea-sure calls, pleasure

calls, pleasure calls to Mary's Jow-er; plea-sure calls to Mary's bow'r.

At Ratcliff Cross, the o-ther day, when scul-lers would not ply, I stood and hail'd a wa- ter

man, who then was pass-ing by; Here's a shil-ling up to Hors-ley Down, says I, are you content? Yes,

rid-dle lol, tol de dol, de dol, de dol, de tol, de dol, de da, and 0-ver board he vent. I took my seat, and 'gainst the tide he row'd away I wonder'd what it was about, and ask'd him what in shore; [stant roar ; they meant, [vent.' The song begun at Ratcliff Cross was now a con- By calling, as he row'd along, 'and over board he For ev'ry plying-place we pass'd, the boys their Singing, pull away, &c. voices lent [vent.' Says he, I'm call'd Ned Topper, and I ply at Fountain Stairs; [such airs, A wicked nephew I have got, that gives himself That, one day in a wrathful mood, to strike him I was bent; [I vent.' The cunning dog he step'd aside, 'and over boar Singing, pull away, &c.

To hail us, as we row'd along, with 'over-board he
Singing, pull away, &c.

The waterman he row'd and swore, and look'd with
augry eyes,-

lie wish'd their noisy tongues were tied, to stop their stupid cries;