A little stir among the clouds, Before they rent asunder, A little rocking of the trees, Blow, blow, &c. Lord! how the ponds and rivers boiled, And oaks were scattered on the ground Blow, blow, &c. It chanced to be our washing day, The storm came roaring through the lines, I saw the shirts and petticoats Blow, blow, &c. I saw them straddling through the air, I saw them chase the clouds as if The devil had been in them; They were my darlings and my pride, My boyhood's only riches, "Farewell, farewell," I faintly cried, "My breeches! O my breeches!" Blow, blow, &c. That night I saw them in my dreams, I saw the wide and ghastly rents Blow, blow, &c. I have had many happy years, And not till fate has cut the last Of all my earthly stitches, This aching heart shall cease to mourn Blow, blow, &c. OLD BEN, THE YANKEE; OR, MORE JONATHANS. UNCLE BEN did you never hear tell? In Boston town he was known full well The only failing poor Ben had Was that his memory was bad. ; For sich a tarnation chap was Old Ben, the Yankee, Sich an absent man you never did see. Once with him I walking did go, When he felt an itching in his great toe; For sich a tarnation, &c. After washing once, it was the case, For sich a tarnation, &c. Going to slumber, it was said, He put the candle into bed; "All right," says he, "the light I'll dout," He gave a puff, and blew himself out. For sich a tarnation, &c. In his optics being but queer, He put his specs once on his ear; Then walk'd sideways, four miles did go For sich a tarnation, &c. Intending once to ride his horse He put the saddle his own back across ; Till he tried in vain to get on his own back. For sich a tarnation, &c. Intending once to get into bed, For sich a tarnation, &c. Once bread-and-butter going to cut, For sich a tarnation, &c. ENCORE VERSES. Being once into the cellar sent, Instead, down his own throat he went; Nor did he see he wasn't right Till the wind on his stomach blew out the light. For sich a tarnation, &c. Cooking a goose in an absent fit, Nor once the blunder did he see't, For sich a tarnation, &c. A turkey carving once, the elf, For sich a tarnation, &c. Once his forgetfulness was such, Till he look'd at the egg to see the time. For sich a tarnation, &c. Once pulling off a tight, thick boot, Till he'd walk'd four miles upon one leg. For sich a tarnation, &c. Instead of a key, to a string this dunce Nor saw he his mistake before He was fix'd in the lock of his own door. For sich a tarnation, &c. Instead of a letter, once this elf For sich a tarnation, &c. HE, SHE, AND THE POSTMAN. E. L. BLANCHARD.] [Sung by J. L. TOOLE. THERE was a maiden lov'd a youth, In the town that I was born in-'orn in ; To meet her in the morning. (Chorus) 'orning. The morning came, no letter did, Cos the postman he forgot it-'got it; That there note was not it. O cruel postman to forget, (Chorus) 'ot it. That letter to deliver-'liver; Cried she, my true love is false to me, (Chorus) 'iver. Then the lovier he did pine away, And left off playing at skittles-'kittles; He got so thin, left off drinkin', And never eat no more wittles. At last he got a waterbutt, (Chorus) 'ittles. He was not so partickler-'tickler; (Chorus) 'ickler. Then the postman kill'd his-self likewise, You may hear his spirit rappen. (Chorus) 'appen. THE WONDERFUL CORK LEG. JACOB COLE.] Tune-" The King and the Countryman." A variation of the story of "The Cork Leg." Ri tural, &c. |