Upsoars the prize! The youth, with joy unfeign'd,
Regain'd the felt, and felt what he regain'd;
While to the applauding galleries grateful Pat
Made a low bow, and touch'd the ransom'd hat.

COME TO THE MAY-POLE!

The name of the author of the following is unknown. It first appeared in Westminster Drollery; a choice collection of the newest songs and poems.' London, 1672. It has long been a great favourite with the rustic population of England, and the words of it are said to be still sold in Seven Dials.

COME, Lasses and Lads, get leave of your Dads,
And away to the May-pole hie,

For

every fair has a sweetheart there,
And the fiddler's standing by.
For Willy shall dance with Jane,

And Johnny has got his Joan,

To trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it,
Trip it up and down..

Strike up, says Wat: agreed, says Matt,

And I prithee, fiddler, play;
Content, says Hodge, and so says Madge,

For this is a holiday:

Then every lad did doff

His hat unto his lass,

And every girl did curtsey, curtsey,

Curtsey on the grass.

Begin, says Hal: ay, ay, says Mall,
We'll lead up Packington's Pound;
No, no, says Noll, and so says Doll,
We'll first have Sellinger's Round.
Then every man began

To foot it round about,

And every girl did jet it, jet it,

Jet it in and out.

You're out, says Dick,-not I, says Nick,
'Twas the fiddler play'd it wrong;
'Tis true, says Hugh, and so says Sue,
And so says every one.

The fiddler then began

To play the tune again,

And every girl did trip it, trip it,

Trip it to the men.

Let's kiss, says Jane,-content, says Nan,

And so says every she ;

?

How many says Batt,-why three, says Matt,

For that's a maiden's fee.

The men, instead of three,

Did give them half a score ;

The maids in kindness, kindness, kindness,

Gave 'em as many more.

Then, after an hour, they went to a bower,

And play'd for ale and cakes;

And kisses too,-until they were due

The lasses held the stakes.

The girls did then begin

To quarrel with the men,

And bade them take their kisses back,
And give them their own again.

Now there they did stay the whole of the day,
And tired the fiddler quite

With dancing and play, without any pay,

From morning until night.

They told the fiddler then

They'd pay him for his play,

Then each a twopence, twopence, twopence,

Gave him, and went away.

Good-night, says Harry,-good-night, says Mary;
Good-night, says Dolly to John;

Good-night, says Sue to her sweetheart Hugh;

Good-night says every one.

Some walk'd, and some did run;

Some loiter'd on the way,

And bound themselves by kisses twelve

To meet the next holiday.

WANTED A GOVERNESS.

A GOVERNESS wanted-well fitted to fill
The post of tuition with competent skill―
In a gentleman's family highly genteel.
Superior attainments are quite indispensable,

With everything, too, that's correct and ostensible;