But still from his station's high duties He tears, when there's work to be done. Dissenters to bring back to Church. (Though by it so many are bored!) Last session he brought in a measure To have the old Maypoles restored; And, then, with the people so kindly He mixes-their meetings attendsAdvises them not to rush blindly In face of their masters and friends! His charity, too, so disarming To malice; he's founded some schools, (The costume and badge are most charming!) Himself he has framed all the rules. With scriptural texts (his selecting) The walls round are tastily hung: Content and submission directing, As virtues most fit for the young. At soirées of all institutions, As chairman to act he'll engage; Of knottiest points the solutions He'll give to men three times his age. And bid them to cultivate-grass; 'Tis cheering and really delightful The peers, they say, care but for plenty, PEGGY DOOLAN AND DENNIS JAMES BRUTON.] O'DOGGERTY. [Music by CLEMENT WHITE, FROM the sole of my head to the crown of my foot, To doubt if I stand on my heels or my head; CHORUS. 66 To a man who's in love the same 'tis, they say, Not a fish that does fly, not a bird that does swim, In which if I stand I get cold in my feet! To a man who's in love, &c. MAGGIE LAUDER. [FRANCIS SEMPLE.] WHA wadna be in love Wi' bonnie Maggie Lauder? A piper met her gaun to Fife, And speir'd what wast they ca'd her. Jog on your gate, you bladderskate! "Maggie," quo' he, "and by my bags, you "Piper," quo' Meg, "hae ye your bags, Then to his bags he flew wi' speed, "Weel done!" quo' he-" Play up!" quo' she; "Weel bobb'd!" quo' Rob the Ranter; ""Tis worth my while to play indeed When I hae sic a dancer." "Weel hae you play'd your part," quo' Meg; "Your cheeks are like the crimson; There's nane in Scotland plays sae weel THE POWER OF THE LADIES. ANONYMOUS.] [Tune-" Dicky Birds." OF good Queen Bess's golden days Our histories still ring; Her reign was never yet surpass'd By that of any king. And should our maidens follow Prime Ministers they'd aptly make, As Rulers, time still proves the fair That greatly they'd the Pulpit grace When an Angel points the way? I've said, and say again; For, after all, the Ladies Are best Judges of the men. BENSON.] That they are best of Counsellors, When she has got to use her tongue ? For where's the ill in life, I ask, As Vintners and Distillers, Who can doubt the Ladies' merits? And thus, I think, I've clearly prov'd And while we've them to aid us, CONUNDRUMS. Tune--" One Morn when I was YOUR patience I'm beseeching; A riddle I'll be teaching; It is a prayer-ay, and the fair The subject I'll be preaching. You'll give it up-you'll give it up? (Spoken.) (Ask a conundrum.) Do you give it I Tol lol, &c. |