Why should the rich despise the poor?
Why should the poor repine?
We all will in a few years more
In equal friendship join.

We're much to blame, we're all the same,
This life is made of clay;

So whilst we're here with friends so dear, Let's drive dull cares away.

Let's make the best we can of life,

Not 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;

So whilst we're here with friends so dear, We'll drive dull cares away.

Decline of life, old age comes on,

And we are young no moreLet's not repine at what we've done, Nor grieve that youth is o'er;

But cheerful be, as formerly,

And innocently gay,

And whilst we're here with friends so dear, Let's drive dull cares away.

CONSTITUTION AND GUERRIERE.

TUNE- Landlady of France."

It oft-times has been told

That the British sailors bold,

[dy O;

Could flog the tars of France so neat and hanBut they never found their match,

Till the Yankees did them catch, [dy O; Oh the Yankee boys for fighting are the dan

The Guerriere, a frigates bold,
On the foaming ocean roll'd,

Commanded by proud Dacres, the grandee O; With choice of British crew,

As a rammer ever drew,

[handy O.

They could flog the Frenchmen two to one, so

When this frigate hove in view,
Says proud Dacres to his crew,

[dy O;

Come, clear the ship for action and be han-
To the weather-gage boys get her-
And to make his men fight better [brandyO.
Gave them to drink, gunpowder, mix'd with
Then Dacres loudly cries,

Make this Yankee ship your prize,
You can in thirty minutes, neat and handy O;
Thirty-five's enough I'm sure,

And if you'll do it in a score,

I'll treat you to a double share of brandy O.
The British shot flew hot,

Which the Yankees answered not, [dy O; Till they got within the distance they call hanNow, says Hull unto his crew,

Boys, let's see what we can do,

[dy O. If we take this boasting Briton we're the dan

The first broadside we pour'd

Carried their main-mast by the board, [O; Which made this lofty frigate look abandon'd Then Dacres shook his head,

And to his officers he said,

[handy O.

Lord! I did'nt think these Yankees were so

Our second told so well,

That their fore and mizen fell,

Which dous'd the royal ensign so handy O;

By George says he, we're done,

And they fired a lee gun,

[dandy O. While the Yankees struck up Yankee doodle

Then Dacres came on board,

To deliver up his sword,

Loth was he to part with it, it was so

Oh, keep your sword, says Hull,

For it only makes you dull,

handy O,

So cheer up, come let us take a little brandy O. Come fill your glasses full,

And we'll drink to Captain Hull,

And so merrily we'll push about the brandy O; John Bull may toast his fill,

Let the world say what they will, [dy O. But the Yankee boys for fighting are the dan

TOM BOWLING.-By Dibdin.

HERE, a sheer hulk, lies poor

The darling of our crew;

Tom Bowling,

No more he'll hear the tempest howling,
For death has broach'd him too;
His form was of the manliest beauty,
His heart was kind and soft;

Faithful below he did his duty,

And now he's gone aloft.

Tom never from his word departed,

His virtues were so rare;

His friends were many and true hearted,
His Poll was kind and fair.

And then he'd sing so blithe and jolly,
Ah! many's the time, and oft!
But mirth is turned to melancholy,
For Tom is gone aloft.

Yet shall poor Tom find pleasant weather,
When he who all commands,

Shall give, to call life's crew together,
The word to pipe all hands.

Thus death, who kings and tars despatches,
In vain Tom's life has doff'd,

For though his body's under hatches,
His soul has gone aloft.

SANDY AND JENNY.-By R. Burns.
Come, come, bonny lassie, cried Sandy awa,
Whilst mither's a spinning, and father's afar':
The folk are at work, and the bairns are at play,
And we will be married, dear Jenny, to-day.
Stay, stay, bonny laddie, I answer'd with speed,
I wo'na, I munna, go wi' you indeed;

Besides, should I do so, what would the folk say—
So we canna marry, dear Sandy, to-day.

List, list, cried he, lassie, and mind what you do,
Baith Peggy and Patty I gave up for you;
Besides, a full twelvemonth we've trifled away,
And one or the other I'll marry to-day.

Fie, fie, bonny laddie, replied I again,
For Peggy you kiss'd t'other day on the plain;
Besides a new ribbon does Patty display,
And we canna marry, dear Sandy, to-day.
O then a good-bye, bonny lassie, says he,
For Peggy and Patty are waiting for me,
The kirk is hard by, and the bell calls away,
And Peggy or Patty I'll marry to-day.

Stop, stop, bonny laddie, says I, with a smile,
For know I was joking indeed all the while;
Let Peggy go spin, and send Patty away,
And we will be married, dear Sandy, to-day.

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OH, SAY NOT WOMAN'S LOVE IS BOUGHT.
Oh, say not woman's love is bought,
With vain and empty treasure;

Oh, say not woman's heart is caught
By ev'ry idle pleasure;

When first her gentle bosom knows
Love's flame, it wanders never;
Deep in her heart the passion glows,
She loves, and loves forever!

Oh, say

woman's false as fair,

That like the bee she ranges;

Still seeking flowers more sweet and rare, As fickle fancy changes.

Ah, the love that first can warm,

Will leave her bosom

!

second passion e'er can charm,

She loves, and loves forever!

BANKS AND BRAES O' BONNIE DOON.

YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon,
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chaunt, ye little birds,
And I sae werie fu' o' care?
Ye'll break my heart, ye little birds,
That warble on the flow'ry thorn;
Ye mind me o' departed joys,
Departed never to return.

Oft have I rov'd by bonnie Doon,
To see the rose and woodbine twine,
And hear ilk birds sing o' its luve,
As fondly sae did I of mine;
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose,
Sae sweet upon its thorny tree;
But my fause love has stol'n the rose,
And left the sharpest thorn to me.