ENGLISH SONGS. MRS. FLINN, AND THE BOLD DRAGOON. There was an ancient fair, O she lov'd a nate young man. And she could not throw sly looks at him, but only through her fan, With her winks and blinks, this waddling minx, O, she lov'd a bold dragoon with his long sword, saddle, bridle. Whack! row de dow, dow. She had a rolling eye, its fellow she had none, Would you know the reason why, it was, because she had but one; With her winks and blinks, this waddling minx, Oh, she leer'd at this Dragoon, with his, &c. Now he was tall and slim, she squab and short was grown, He look'd just like a mile in length, and she like a mile. stone; With her winks and blinks, this waddling minx, Oh, she sigh'd for this Dragoon, with his, &c. Soon he led unto the church the beauteous Mrs. Flinn, Who a walnut could have crack'd 'tween her lovely nose and chin; Ob! then such winks in marriage links, The four foot bride from church did sidle, As the wife of this Dragoon, with his, &c. A twelvemonth scarce had pass'd when he laid her under ground. Soon he threw the onion from his eyes and touch'd ten thousand pounds; For her winks and blinks her money chinks, He does not let her cash lie idle. So long life to this Dragoon, with her, &c. Merrily oh merrily oh! There the warrior's arms Shed more splendour ; There the maiden's charms Every joy the land surroundeth, Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily oh Merrily oh! merrily oh! Merrily oh! merrily oh! THE EXILE OF ERIN. TUNE.-Erin Go Bragh. There came to the beach a poor exile of Erin, And strike to the numbers of ERIN GO BRAGH! O, where is the cottage that stood by the wild wood, O, where is my mother, that watch'd o'er my childhood Erin my country, though sad and forsaken, And sigh for the friends who can meet me no more! But yet all its fond recollection suppressing, THE CHAPTER OF FASHIONS. FASHION was form'd when the world began, The fashion next came to go hunting poor brutes, The Barons of old wore comical clothes, And their shoes were turned up like a critical nose, Yet barring, &c. In the days of King Charles you distinguish'd a prig, The Tories wore wigs in the reign of Queen Ann ; Few crops but in corn-fields you'd formerly meet; However the fashions are subject to change, Now fashion's arrived at a wonderful height, Yet barring, &c. DULL CARES. Why should we at our lots repine, Since life will soon decay And since we're here with friends so dear Why should the rich despise the poor? A little time will make us all In equal friendship join : We're much to blame-we're all the same Alike we're made of clay And since we're here with friends so dear, The only circumstance in life, To soften care and temper mirth, Is sweet content of mind; With such a store we have much more Than e'er we can convey; And since we'er here with friends so dear Let's drive dull cares away. Let's make the best we can of life, Nor render it a curse; But take it as you would a wife, For better or for worse: Life at the best is but a jest, A dreary winter's day, And since we're here with friends so dear Let's drive dull cares away. When age, old age, comes creeping on, And we are young no more, Let's not repine at what we've done, Be innocently gay And since we'er here with friends so dear, Let's drive aull cares away |