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VENICE PRESERVED. THEODORE Hook.]
[Tune--" The Sprig of Shillelah." Ooh! tell me the truth now, and did you ne'er hear Of a pair of big traitors, called Jaffier and Pierre, Who thought that their country was shockingly
served ? Who met in the dark, and the night, and the fogs, Who "howld at the moon," and call’d themselves
“dogs," Till Jaffier to Pierre pledged his honour and life, And into the bargain his illigant wife,
By which very means was ould Venice preserved. The ringleaders held a snug club in the town, The object of which was to knock the Doge down,
Because from his duty they thought he had swerved. They met every evening, and more was their fault, At the house of a gentleman, Mr. Renault, Who-och, the spalpeen !-when they all went away, Stayed at home, and made love to the sweet Mrs. J.,
By which, in the end, was ould Venice preserved. When Jaffier came back, his most delicate belleBelvidera they call'd her-determined to tell
How sbe by old Renault that night had been served. This blew up a breeze, and made Jaffier repent Of the plots he had laid ; to the Senate he went. He got safe home by twelve : his wife bade him not fail; And by half-after-one he was snug in the gaol,
By which, as we'll see, was ould Venice preserved. The Doge and the Court, when J.'s story they'd heard, Thought it good for the country to forfeit their word,
And break the conditions they should have observed. So they sent the police out to clear every street, And seize whomsoever chance they might meet ; And before the bright sun was aloft in the sky, Twenty-two of the party were sentenced to dic,
And that was the way was ould Venice preserved.
Mr. Jaffier, who 'peach'd, was let off at the time;
Which punishment more than his others deserved;
And so was their honour in Venice preserved. But och ! what a scene, when the beautiful Bell, At her father's, found out how her dear husband fell!
The sight would the stoutest of hearts have unnerved. She did nothing but tumble, and squabble, and rave, And try to scratch J., with her nails from the grave. This lasted three months, when cured of her pain, She chuck'd off her weeds and got married again,
By which very means was this Venus preserved.
NOT AT HOME. T. H. BAYLY.]
[Music by SIR H. R. BISHOP. Not at home! not at home! close my curtain again,
Go and send the intruders away ;
For I'm not made up for the day.
Though I graced my saloon like a queen ;
" Not at home !" I am not to be seen. Not at home ! not at home! bring strong coffee at two,
But now leave me to doze in the dark ;
I'm too sick for my drive in the park.
(Eliza, you know who I mean), Oh ! say, when he knocks, I'm knocked up by my
ball, “Not at home !" I am not to be seen.
Not at home to Sir John, not at home to the Count,
Not at home till my ringlets are curld; Should the jeweller call with his little account,
Not at home! not at home for the world! I at midnight must shine at three splendid “at
homes, Then adieu to my morning chagrin, Close my curtain again, for till candle-light comes,
" Not at home !" I am not to be seen.
ISABEL AND HER PAGE. DAMER CAPB.]
[Music by IENRI TALBOT. OF Isabel, what now I tell is true as historie : She lived in the reign of good Queen Anne, along
with her familie ; Her father old, a baron bold, was fond of revelrie ; He passed his days, his nights always, at a famous
hostelrie. But to his door, you may be sure, full many a suitor
came, From many a land, to sue for her hand, for to change
her maiding name.
A cheer for the good Queen Anne,
The Baron bold, one night was cold, so he called for
the wassail cheer ; And higher and higher he piled the fire, and the logs
burned bright and clear ; He piped his clay, and smoked away, till the night
began to wane, And when the bowl was drained, I'm told, he had it filled again ;
He roared a song the whole night long, along with a
motley crew Of knights and friars, of unsober desires, who were down to a move or two.
Singing : Hey away! &c.
When the clock struck one this crew began deep
wagers for to lay ; And the Baron bold lost all his gold, to a Friar of
The cheer, 'tis said, got in his head, and he roared
both loud and long, For he did not care who heard him sing, and liis
lungs were tough and strong. Aud what is worse, when he'd lost his purse, he
lost his ball and land; But he'd had his fill, and he wagered still, till he lost his daughter's hand.
Singing : Hey away! &c.
Now the friar so old, who'd won his gold, and the
knight his daughter fair, The wine they drunk, the knight and the monk; but
the old man tore his hair, When he told the news, she did refuse to give lier “I am engaged to my sister's page,” poor Isabel did
say. Oh! then, I trow, there was a row, and the Baron
backed the Knight Against the page, who did engage to call him out to fight.
Singing : Hey away ! &c.
Their friends they bring to form a ring, in the ancient
castle ground, And the Page and the Knight went in to fight, full
The rounds were done ; the Page had won; the
Knight he lay in fear; His ransom rare, the maid so fair, the Page's heart
did cheer. The Monk so old, who'd won the gold, a right good
friend proved he, He married the pair, and left all there a happy
The Baron he left off play.
POPPING THE QUESTION. JACOB COLE.]
[Air—"Brother, have a guinca." MR. BENJAMIN BUMPS was a banker's clerk, He was a light-made man, though his face was dark ; And his leisure hours were employ'd between The care of his nails and the hair on his chin. He liked to be seen very nicely dress'd, He was very fond of dancing and a rubber of whist ; And if ever in his drinking he indulged a little drop, There was nothing he liked balf so well as ginger-pop.
He was once taking home from his favourite shop
he press'd; When a bottle in his pocket found its cork wouldn't
stop, Spouted out and cover'd a! her dress with ginger