Various

“ SALLY IN OUR ALLEY. Of all the girls that are so smart,
There's none like pretty Sally;
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.
There is no lady in the land
That's half so sweet as Sally:
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley.
Her father he makes cabbage-nets,
And through the streets does cry 'em;
Her mother she sells laces long
To such as please to buy 'em.
But sure such folks could ne'er beget
So sweet a girl as Sally:
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives in our alley. ”

“ THE JOLLY YOUNG WATERMAN. And did you ne'er hear of a jolly young waterman,
Who at Blackfriars Bridge used for to ply?
And he feathered his oars with such skill and dexterity,
Winning each heart and delighting each eye.
He look'd so neat, and he row'd so steadily,
The maidens all flock'd in his boat so readily;
And he eyed the young rogues with so charming an air,
That this waterman ne'er was in want of a fare.
What sights of fine folks he oft row'd in his wherry! ”

“ They could ne'er catch her eye,
So bashful the Widow Malone,
Ohone!
So bashful the Widow Malone.
Till one Mister O'Brien, from Clare,—
How quare!
It's little for blushing they care
Down there,
Put his arm round her waist—
Gave ten kisses at laste—
"Oh," says he, "you're my Molly Malone,
My own!"
"Oh," says he, "you're my Molly Malone."
And the widow they all thought so shy,
My eye!
Ne'er thought of a simper or sigh,
For why?
But "Lucius," says she,
"Since you've now made so free,
You may marry your Mary Malone,
Ohone!
You may marry your Mary Malone." ”

“ Oh, I can ne'er forget
Robin Adair.
Anon.
MOLLY BAWN. Oh, Molly Bawn, why leave me pining,
All lonely, waiting here for you?
While the stars above are brightly shining,
Because they've nothing else to do. ”

“ Lest a handsome anger fly
Like a lightning from her eye,
And burn thee up as well as I.
Herrick.
THE ANCHOR'S WEIGH'D. The tear fell gently from her eye,
When last we parted on the shore;
My bosom heav'd with many a sigh,
To think I ne'er might see her more.
"Dear youth," she cried,
"and canst thou haste away?
My heart will break; a little moment stay. ”

“ No foresight mars the miller's joy, who's wont to sing and say:
"Let others toil from year to year, I live from day to day."
Thus, like the miller, bold and free, let us rejoice and sing,
The days of youth are made for glee, and time is on the wing ”

“ HOME, SWEET HOME. 'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!
A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there,
Which, seek thro' the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. ”

“ The harp he loved ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its cords asunder;
And said, "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and bravery!
Thy songs were made for the brave and free,
They shall never sound in slavery!" ”

“ For a chary old soul is he,
A chary old soul is he;
Of Sack and Canary he never doth fail,
And all the year round there is brewing of ale;
Yet he never aileth, he quaintly doth say,
While he keeps to his sober six flagons a day:
But ho! ho! ho! his nose doth shew
How oft the black Jack to his lips doth go;
But ho! ho! ho! his nose doth shew
How oft the black Jack to his lips doth go.
Dame Margery sits in her own still-room. ”

“ I'll ne'er meet again.
'Twas the pride of my dairy,
O Barnay M'Leary,
You're sent as a plague
to the girls of Coleraine!
I sat down beside her,
and gently did chide her,
That such a misfortune
should give her such pain.
A kiss then I gave her, before I did leave her, She vow'd for such pleasure she'd break it again. 'Twas haymaking season, I can't tell the reason— Misfortunes will never come single, that's plain— For very soon after poor Kitty's disaster The devil a pitcher was whole in Coleraine. ”

“ Gallant tars are our men;
We always are ready:
Steady, boys, steady!
We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.
We ne'er see our foes
but we wish them to stay;
They never see us but
they wish us away ”

“ He ne'er forgot the small—
Like a fine old English gentleman,
All of the olden time.
But time, though sweet, is strong in flight,
And years roll swiftly by;
And autumn's falling leaves proclaim'd
The old man—he must die! ”

“ Full and fair ones, come and buy;
If so be you ask me where
They do grow? I answer, There,
Where my Julia's lips do smile,
There's the land or cherry isle,
Whose plantations fully show
All the year, where cherries grow.
Herrick.
ANNIE LAURIE. Maxwelton braes are bonnie,
Where early fa's the dew;
And it's there that Annie Laurie
Gied me her promise true;
Gied me her promise true,
Which ne'er forgot will be;
And for bonnie Annie Laurie
I'd lay me doun and dee.
Her brow is like the snaw-drift,
Her throat is like the swan,
Her face it is the fairest
That e'er the sun shone on ”

“ For the town is well rid o' that deil o' Dundee."
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, etc.
There are hills beyond Pentland, and lands beyond Forth;
If there's lords in the south, there are chiefs in the north,
There are brave Dunevassals, three thousand times three,
Will cry hey! for the bonnets of Bonnie Dundee.
Come fill up my cup, come fill up my can, etc.
Then awa' to the hills, to the lea, to the rocks:
Ere I own an usurper I'll crouch wi' the fox;
And tremble, false Whigs, in the midst of your glee
Ye hae no seen the last of my bonnets and me. ”

“ BLACK-EYED SUSAN DUNCAN GRAY THE BAILIFF'S DAUGHTER OF ISLINGTON THE MILLER OF DEE THE ANGEL'S WHISPER SIMON THE CELLARER AULD ROBIN GRAY BONNIE DUNDEE SALLY IN OUR ALLEY KITTY OF COLERAINE HERE'S TO THE MAIDEN OF BASHFUL FIFTEEN THE LEATHER BOTTEL WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE THE TOKEN O WERT THOU IN THE CAULD BLAST THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE LOVELY NAN THE LASS OF RICHMOND HILL TELL ME NOT, SWEET SHE WORE A WREATH OF ROSES O NANNY, WILT THOU GO WITH ME? D'YE KEN JOHN PEEL? ”

“ While ho! ho! ho! he will chuckle and crow,
What! marry old Margery? no no, no!
While ho! ho! ho! he will chuckle and crow,
What! marry old Margery? no, no, no!
W. H. Bellamy.
AULD ROBIN GRAY. When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame,
And a' the warld to sleep are gane,
The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my ee,
When my gudeman lies sound by me.
Young Jamie loo'd me wed, and socht me for his bride ”

“ JOHN EYRE R.B.A._ CONTENTS. COME, LASSES AND LADS COMIN' THRO' THE RYE CHERRY-RIPE ANNIE LAURIE ROBIN ADAIR MOLLY BAWN GO, HAPPY ROSE! THE ANCHOR'S WEIGH'D ALICE GRAY HOME, SWEET HOME JOHN ANDERSON, MY JO MY PRETTY JANE ROCK'D IN THE CRADLE OF THE DEEP THE MINSTREL BOY ON THE BANKS OF ALLAN WATER AULD LANG SYNE WITHIN A MILE OF EDINBURGH TOWN THE NIGHT-PIECE TO JULIA TOM BOWLING MY LOVE IS LIKE THE RED RED ROSE WIDOW MALONE THE JOLLY YOUNG WATERMAN CALLER HERRIN' A HUNTING WE WILL GO HEARTS OF OAK THE FINE OLD ENGLISH GENTLEMAN THE BAY OF BISCAY O! ”

“ And bound themselves by kisses twelve,
To meet the next holiday.
Anon.
COMING THRO' THE RYE. Gin a body meet a body
Comin' thro' the rye,
Gin a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?
Ilka lassie has her laddie,
Nane, they say, hae I,
Yet a' the lads they smile at me
When comin' thro' the rye.
Gin a body meet a body
Comin' frae the town,
Gin a body meet a body,
Need a body frown?
Ilka lassie has, etc.
Amang the train there is a swain
I dearly lo'e mysel';
But what his name, or whaur his hame,
I dinna care to tell. ”

“ So I wish in heav'n his soul may dwell
That first found out the leather bottèl.
Then what do you say to these black pots three?
If a man and his wife should not agree,
Why, they'll tug and pull till their liquor doth spill ”