Of all the days that 's in the week, And that's the day that comes betwixt For then I'm dressed, all in my best, She is the darling of my heart; My master carries me to Church; I leave the Church, in Sermon time, She is the darling of my heart; When Christmas comes about again, And would it were Ten Thousand Pounds; I'd give it all to SALLY! She is the darling of my heart; And she lives in our Alley. My master and the neighbours all, But when my seven long years are out, O, then we'll wed, and then we'll bed; HARRY CAREY'S GENERAL REPLY TO THE LIBELLING GENTRY, WHO ARE ANGRY AT HIS WELFARE. WITH an honest old friend, and a merry old Song, I envy no mortal, though ever so great; Then, dare to be generous, dauntless, and gay! A YORKSHIRE SONG. I AM, in truth, a Country Youth, Though Envy's tongue, with slander hung, No men on earth boast greater worth; In public cares, in Love's affairs, A noble mind is ne'er confined He gains most praise, who best displays A gen'rous education! While rancour rolls in narrow souls, By narrow views discerning; The truly wise will only prize Good Manners, Sense, and Learning! THE FINE LADY'S LIFE, OR THE THOUGHTS OF AN AMBITIOUS COUNTRY GIRL ON THE PLEASURES OF THE TOWN. WHAT though they call me Country Lass; Would Fortune but attend my call, With a Stand by! Clear the way!' Surrounded by a crowd of Beaus, O, could I see the day! I'll dart such glances from these eyes, With a 'Stand by! Clear the way!' O, then for ev'ry new delight, Of love and joy I'd take my fill! The tedious hours of life to kill. THE ROMP'S SONG. O, I'LL have a husband! aye, marry! Than other brisk Girls have done? For if I stay till I grow grey, They'll call me Old Maid, and fusty Old Jade! But I'll have a husband! aye, marry! My mother, she says 'I'm too coming!' That I such vain thoughts should shun! My sisters, they cry 'O, fie!' and 'O fie!'; But yet I can see, they're as coming as me! So let me have husbands in plenty! I'd rather have twenty times twenty Than die an Old Maid undone! |