King Richard kicking up behind and before And the minstrel playing up before King Dick! There's some one in the yard, that I know, Playing on an old banjo!

RECITATIVE.

Meanwhile a very ancient air
The minstrel, true and kind,
Played just before the window ;-—
That was merely as a blind.

[Air-BLONDEL-"Buffalo Gals."]

I've wander'd over many lands,

Many lands, many lands,

Yet Gravesend shrimps and Brighton sands
No strangers are to me,

So-Lion-heart King-wont you come out to

night

If I lend you a knife and a file?

RECITATIVE

Cries Richard, though in matters small

I never make a fuss,

The way that I am barr'd in here,

Is really bar-bar-us.

[Air-CŒUR DE LION-" When I lived in Tennessee."]

Not a man in ten I see,

Cock a doodle, doodle doo !

In strength would dare to cope with me,
Cock a doodle, doodle doo !

Yet tho' my window isn't high,
These bars and chains my pow'rs defy,
And when I try just all I know,

I make a very foolish show.

If you'll help to set me free
Royal gratitude you'll see,
Your legs shall ever welcome be,
Beneath my own mahogany!

[Air-"Roast Beef of Old England,"]

Next day when the turnkey look'd into the cell,
His hair all stood up, and his countenance fell,
Till his agonized feelings found vent in a yell,
Of-Where is the King of Old England,
Oh, where is the Lion-heart King?

Next minute the castle alarm-bell rang out,
And soldiers and warders all hurried about,
While the walls and the rafters all rang with a shout,
Oh, where is the King of Old England,
Oh, where is the Lion-heart King?

That morning the king, with a favouring gale,
With his kind friend the minstrel for Britain set sail,
Where his nobles all roared as he told them the tale,
Hurrah for the King of Old England,
Hurrah for the Lion-heart King!

UPTON.]

SAID A FOX TO A GOOSE.

[Air-" Said a Smile to a Tear."

SAID a fox to a goose

(From a farm-house let loose),

Who chanced to be pluming a feather,
"Dear goose, how d'ye do?

'Tis strange, and yet true,

That you and I meet here together!

Together!

That you and I meet here together!"

Said the goose (with a stare),
"Mr. Fox, are you there?
And to see you, indeed, is a pleasure!
In truth, I must say,

That your visit to-day

Is really delight beyond measure!

'Yond measure," &c.

Says the fox, "Then, we'll walk,
And like friends so dear talk,
And never was seen finer weather."

Says the goose, "Gander Grange
Has forbade me to range,

Or else we would travel together,

Together,

Or else we would travel together."

Says the fox, "Let him be,
Take an airing with me,

And hear both the goldfinch and linnet!
On the love of a friend

You can, goosy, depend,

And"-snapt off her head in a minute!

A minute! “And”—snapt off her head in a minute!

THE DUSTER, THE BROOM, AND THE

J. BRUTON.]

PAIL.

[Tune-"Callaghans-Brallaghans,"

To those gods-the Penates and Lares-
Three agencies useful belong!
Yet bards, from their uses who share ease
And comfort, have left them unsung!
But other things sing they ad libit,
The Loom, or the Plough, or the Sail;
Then a votive lay let me contribute,
The Duster, the Broom, and the Pail.

The Duster, the robe of a Duchess

Might have formed; and be useful at last:
The Broom, too, of pow'r shows rare touches
Of freeing the "blacks" in the past.
The Bucket should be much respected-
In short, all the trio we hail !

Like poor merit hid and neglected,

The Duster, the Broom, and the Pail!

The Duster, like that poison'd garment
Of old, oft its victim has bound;
The Bucket a "Goodwin" for varmint

Has proved when young kittens were drown'd!
The Broom, too, all corners found way in,

So ferret-like, with its long tail!
Then join in one jubliant pæan-

The Duster, the Broom, and the Pail!

NOTHING AT ALL.

IN Derry-down Dale, when I wanted a mate,
I went with my daddy a-courting to Kate;
With my nosegay so fine, and my holiday clothes,
My hands in my pockets, a-courting I goes;
The weather was cold, and my bosom was hot,
My heart in a gallop, my mare in a trot;
Now I was so bashful, and loving withal,
My tongue stuck to my mouth, I said nothing at all.
But fol de rol.

When I got to the door, I look'd sheepish and glum,
The knocker I held 'twixt the finger and thumb;
Tap went the rapper, and Kate show'd her chin,
She chuckled and duckled, I bow'd and went in.
Now I was as bashful as bashful could be,
And Kitty, poor soul, was as bashful as me;
So I bow'd, and she grinn'd, and I let my hat fall,
Then I smiled and scratch'd my head, and said nothing
at all.

But fol de rol.

If bashful was I, no less bashful the maid,

She simper'd and blush'd, with her apron-strings play'd;

Till the old folks, impatient to have the thing done, Agreed little Kitty and I should be one;

In silence we young folks soon nodded consent, Hand in hand to the church to be married we went, Where we answer'd the parson, in voices so small, Love, honour, obey, and a-nothing at all.

But fol de rol.

But mark what a change in the course of a week:
Our Kate left off blushing, I boldly could speak,
Could toy with my deary, laugh loud at a jest,
She could coax, too, and fondle as well as the best.
Ashamed of past follies, we often declared,
To encourage young folks, who at wedlock are scared,
For if once to their aid some assurance they call,
You may kiss and be married, and a-nothing at all,
But fol de rol.

MR. AND MRS. PRINGLE.

AN obstinate man had a scold for his wife,
Mr. and Mrs. Pringle;

They led, you'll suppose, a queer cat-and-dog life,
Like tavern-bells, always at jingle.

Mr. P. was a man to his word who stuck fast,

He declared-when he'd said it, he'd said it; Mrs. P. stuck to her word, and would have the last So for comfort you'll give them some credit. Poor souls!

To Richmond by water determined to go,
Mr. and Mrs. Pringle;

He wanted the sail up, but she said no!
The thoughts of it made her tingle.
He insisted it should be put up, with a frown,
And declared-when he'd said it, he'd said it;
She vowed if it was put up she'd pull it down,
So for firmness you'll give them some credit.

Firm souls!