III. Hurrah for France! her banner cry Death, death to all the base-born knaves IV. speca Hurrah for France! God speed, God V. Hurrah for France, Old England cries, And new-fledged Greece in joy replies A bas les Despots! bless that sound THE MERRY LITTLE SOLDIER. I'm a Merry Little Soldier, Fearing either wound nor scar, When in battle, no one bolder Valour is my leading star. CHORUS. To arms, to arms we'll fly, When honor calls, no foc appals, Hark! the martial trumpets sounding, To support our troops in India, To arms, &c. Sons of Columbia! Sons of Freedom! Draw your swords; raise high your shield; Haste, for India's future safety, Make the proud black tyrants yield. Pretty maids with arms extended. To arms, &c. We from harm will try to shield 'em, To arms, &c. Lovely woman is a treasure ; I've a heart that's not afraid. To arma THE SMOKER'S MEDLEY. THERE were four-and-twenty smokers all in a row; There were Sawney Silver, Jemmy Jumps, and little Dickey Gossip; and there was nothing but puff-puff-puff!—give us another jorum to the health of our good king ;-here's success and prosperity attend his endeavours, whether up, up, up, or down below! "And may his sons' sons, to the end of the chapter, There were four-and-twenty auctioneers all in a row, There was-going-going !-nobody say more for this most beautiful villa ?--what a heavenly residence for a new married couple!-come, Mr. Younghusband, what shall I say for you?-(Gruffly.) Why, my dear sir, I'd give you an offer, but you see it's surrounded with such a deal of puff, puff, puff! -give us another jorum ;-here's to our army and navy! may they long maintain their superiority, as hitherto, with honor to themselves and country, whether up, up, up, or down below! There were four-and-twenty lottery-office keepers all in a row, Four-and-twenty lottery-office keepers all in a row. There were not six blanks to a prize! the blanks all floating!-Eyton's fortunate office eating all the unfortunate people's money. Going, going, going! nobody bids more, &c. Give us another jorum! May all their blanks turn out prizes, whether up, up, up, or down below! "For you'll be merry, merry here, There were four-and-twenty bachelors all in a row, There was, oh my dear-(pardon me for calling you dear) -Miss Stiffrump, you look heavenly! let me paint a seraph! -Ah, Mr. Buckram, I hear you are going to be married (languidly).-Oh, 'pon my honor, madam (conceitedly); but here's Sir Toby!-Mr. Buckram, Sir Toby. Sir Toby, the world talks of your intended espousal.-(Sir T.) Ah, but then it's-Six blanks to a prize, &c. &c.--Give us another jorum! -here's scarcity of bachelors!--old maids at seventeen!speedy reverse of trade, with more billet doux and fewer bills due, whether up, up, up, or down below! May those who are single have wives to their minds, There were four-and-twenty footmen all in a row, There was a rat, tat, tat, tat, tat! (Spoken in different voices.)-Is Mr. Owen within ?-N-O, (shrilly) he's out.Is Mrs. Owen at home?—No, she's out. Are the little Owens in?--No, they're out.-Well, I'll come in to warm my hans; it's d-d cold.-Sir, the fire's out.—Well, my dear, light it up with the candle.-The candle's out.-Bless, my soul, nothing to warm or comfort a fellow!-Why don't you get married?-Why, my dear, so I would, but it's-Six blanks to a prize, &c. &c. Here's a jorum to the servants of our own livery, whether up, up, up, or down below!-so we'll just have a puff, &c. &c. "For your fellow servant, and my fellow servant, Sirging, Rule. Columbia, Columbia rules the waves, SCHOOL ORATORS; Tune Mrs. Casey. I WENT to School with Joel Squint I got a book, and I look'd in't, But growing older, he did say He never would forsake me, (Spoken.) Aye, one day he called all the boys up-Come here, Charley, says he, I want you-and so he did; it was to pull my ear, till he made me roar out the fifteenth letter of the alphabet. Simon Sprigs!—(Faint voice.) Here.—(Master.) Why don't you speak?—(Boy.) Because I can't; and mother tells me a still tongue shows a wise head.-(Master.) Then your mother shou'dn't send you here to learn oratory: but, come, sirrah, recite me Monsieur Tonson (Boy.) There liv'd as fame reports, in days of yore, At least some fifty or sixty years, or more, A famous (Master.) Why, sir! what, sir? eh, sir!-(Boy.) Why sir! what sir? eh, sir!-Give me your hand, sir-So I did, when he beat it with his cane, and I sang If this be their school oratory, Then he did make me tear my voice, With speeches from Marc Antony, And a thousand more, by goles, sir. (Spoken.) Aye, I was just like a parrot, chattering away from morning till night; and it may not be amiss to show the manner in which I learnt. First, in the morning I began― my name is Norval; on the Grampian hills my father feedsa lowly man-of parentage obscure did they report him; the cold earth his bed, water his drink-And yet within a month, a little month, or ere these shoes were old-I do remember an apothecary-round as my shield, had not yet fill'd its hornsFor there is a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune-To be, or not to be, that's the -For I am arm'd so strong in honesty--that I can n |