WILLIAM TAYLOR. Five and twenty brisk young seamen All attired in rich array, Willie was going to be married, When he was pressed and sent to sea. Next year on board the ship she entered; Then the captain he did ask her, "What misfortune brought you here?" "Oh! I'm in search of my true lover, Whom you pressed on board last year." "If you're in search of your true lover, "If you would see your William Taylor, Then she rose, and she rose early, 25 26 CIGARS AND COGNAC. Then she called for a brace of pistols When the captain came for to know it, He much applauded what she'd done ; Of the glorious "Thunderbomb." CIGARS AND COGNAC. A FRAGMENT. H E who wears the regimental suit But what o' that? Girls will follow where they hear the drum, That decks his hat. Chorus. — Off, off we go, and tell them we're on duty; Smoke our cigars, and flirt with some gay beauty; Oh, vive l'amour cigars and cognac ! Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! with them we'll bi vouac. POLLY PERKINS. When we march through country towns, Maids will laugh at us, and prudes will frown; When we march, we leave behind Girls who have been true and kind; 27 POLLY PERKINS. 'M a broken-hearted milkman, in grief I'm arrayed, Through keeping of the company of a young Who lived on board wages, the house to keep clean, Chorus. - Oh! she was as beautiful as a butterfly and as proud as a queen, Was pretty little Polly Perkins, of Abingdon Her eyes were as black as the pips of a pear; When I'd rattle in the morning, and cry "Milk" below, At the sound of my milk-cans her face she would show, 28 POLLY PERKINS. With a smile upon her countenance and a laugh in her eye; If I'd thought that she'd love me, I'd have lain down to die. When I asked her to marry me, she said, “Oh, what stuff!" And told me to drop it, for she'd heard quite enough "Oh! the man that has me, must have silver and gold, Must have a chariot to ride in, must be handsome and bold; His hair must be curly as any watch-spring, And his whiskers as big as a brush for clothing." Oh! the words that she uttered went straight through my heart; I sighed, I sobbed, and straight did depart, With a tear upon my eyelid as big as a bean, In six months she was married, this hard-hearted girl; 29 SHAWMUT AVENUE. SHAWMUT AVENUE. WAS promenading out, one lovely morn, As they went passing by, When I saw, oh, such a dear little duck! As she swept the pave with a muslin dress, On Shawmut Avenue. Chorus. - On Shawmut Avenue, on Shawmut Avenue, As she swept the pave in a lovely dress, On Shawmut Avenue. As I passed by, she looked so shy, Says I, "Miss, is your name's Jones?" Says she, like a saint, "Well, no, it aint!" In no such lovely tones. Says she, with a wink, “It's no such think; It's Maria Stout, and I live out On Shawmut Avenue. As on we walked, we sighed, and talked My heart with passion swelled right up; |