Neal, O poor Lu-cy Neal! If I had you

One night de Niggers gabe a ball; Miss Lucy
danc'd a reel-

Dere was no darkee in de hall could dance like
Lucy Neal.

She us'd to go out wid us, picking cotton in de
fiel';

And dere's whare fust I fell in lub wid my sweet
Lucy Neal. O poor Lucy Neal, &c.

Miss Lucy she was taken ill, how bad it makes me feel!

De doctors' dey did gib her up-alas! poor Lucy Neal!

by my side, how hap-py I should feel!
One morn I got a letter, and jet black was de seal.
It was de 'nouncement ob de death ob poor Miss
Lucy Neal. O poor Lucy Neal, &c.

Dey bore her from my bosom, but de wound dey cannot heal;

And my heart, my heart is breaking, for I lub'd sweet Lucy Neal.

O! yes, and when I'm dying, and dark visions round me steal,

De last low murmur ob dis life shall be, sweet
Lucy Neal.
O poor Lucv Neal, &c.

And he us to sing de good old song, ob 'Go it while you're young;'

He sung so long, and sung so loud, dat he scar'd de pigs and goats,

For he often took a pint of yeast, to raise his upper notes. So come along, my darling, &c.

And he us'd to keep dem all awake, because he slept so loud;

Den de niggers held an inquest, when dey heard ob his deff,

And de verdic' ob de jnry was, he died for want of breff. So come along, my darling, &c.

sick, and Ja-mie at the sea, And My faither cou'd na wark, my mither cou'd na spin I toil'd day and night, but their bread I could na win; [his ee, Auld Rob maintain'd 'em baith, and wi' tears in Said, Jennie, for their sakes, oh marry me.' My heart it said nay, for I look'd for Jamie back, But the wind it blew hard, and the ship was a wrackThe ship was a wrack, why did na Jamie dee? Or why was I spared to cry, Wae's me!

My faither urged me sair, my mither did na speak, But she look'd in my face till my heart was like to break: [sea,

They gi'ed him my hand, though my heart was at

auld Robin Gray cam' a court-ing to me.
So Auld Robin Gray is gudeman to me!

I had na been a wife a week but four,
When, sitting sae mournfully out a' my door,
I saw my Jamie's wraith, for I cou'd na think it ha
Till he said, I'm come hame, love, to marry thee.'
Sair, sair did we greet, and mickle did we say,-
We took but ae kiss, and tare oursels away :
I wish I were dead, but I am na lik' to dee,-
Oh, why was I born to say, Wae's me!
I gang like a ghaist, and I care not to spin;
I dare na think on Jamie, for that wou'd be a dir;
So I will do my best a gude wife to be,
For Auid Robin Gray is kind unto me.

4naante.

body cry?

Gin' a body meet a body,
Comin' frae the well;
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body tell?
Gin a body meet a body,
Comin' fra the town:

Ilka lassie, &c.

Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body frown?

Ilka Jenny has her Jocky,

Ne'er a ane hae I;

Ilka lassie, &c.

But a' the lads they lo'e me weel,

And what the war' am I? 1lka lassie, &c.