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AMERICAN DIADEM.

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What is money ?

1

Come all my friends, just ope your ears,

And list to me awhile ; I'll tell you how the world appears,

In it's present style ; — A new acquaintance you do make,

You think he's very funny ; He takes your purse — and by mistake,

You find he's got your money.

Oh, yes he's got your money ! —

2

A friend comes to you some fine day,

And says with hesitation, Let me have a hundred, pray

I've a speculation ; — Of course — you — him the money lend,

Because he is a crony ; You lose your cash — likewise your friend,

I'd ask you what is money ?

I'd ask you what is money ?

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You just walk out to take the air,

For about an hour or so, You leave your house, in servant's care,

And out, of course, you go ; — Oh, you come back — and call them all,

You think it's very funny, They've robbed you — your plate — and all ; It's gone to get some money.

It's gone to get some money ! 4 Now, what is money ? I would ask.

Of any sensible man ; To tell me, will be a hard task,

Deny that if you can. I pardon crave, if I'm uncivil — Perhaps you think me funny, Men in this world, you all well know, Will sell their souls for money.

Yes, sell themselves for money I 5 The dry goods man, says times are hard,

And cannot make a cent, As he measures cloth by the yard,

Says, " on ruin I am bent ;" To fail quite soon, is his fate, Which he thinks very funny, Creditors hear it, but alas, too late, He's sloped with all their money.

He's gone with all their money ! 6 You take a walk some summer's day,

To enjoy a social smoke, Your throat is grasp 'd very tight,

And you feel inclined to choke , Your friend his reason then explains,

And says shell out my honey ; For if you don't, you'll lose your brains,

So give him your money ;

And he walks off with your money

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1 have finished all my song,

To please you I did try ; Yet some one here, may think me wrong,*

And say it s all in my eye ; In this world now, it's all the cry,

Although it is quite funny, Oh, give me gold, or let me die,

You see they all want money ;

Yes, they all want money !

My wages.

On Saturday night, when work was done,

I felt so fine, an grand sir ;— I thought I'd go and have some fun,

With my wages in my hand, sirs ; — As I walked down Chatham street,

Everything I was espying, In hopes that I would something meet,

That I thought worth the buying.

Ritidiod — whack fal-de-ral— Ritidiod-didy-ido : —

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2

As I walk'd a little furfher down,

I saw the name of Mr. Hall, sir ; So I thought I'd do the thing up brown,

By giving him a call, sir ;— That is the place — I suppose you know,

Where they do all things by steam, sir ;— From making cake, and hatching eggs —

To stirring up ice cream, sir.

Ritidiod — whack, &c. 3 I went in there, so fine and grand,

At an expensive rate, sir, I sat down at a marble stand,

Called for a six cent plate, sir ; A young lady came and sat by me,

She was a charming creature, I look'd at her — she look'd at me,

And asked me for to treat her

Ritidiod — whack, &c. 4 I thought just then I would show my sense,

At an expensive game, sir, Says I go in, cur^e the expense,

I'll stand all the expense, sir ; — She acted then so fine and free,

With joy I did greet her ; Says she, kind sir, won't you take me,

To the Chatham Theatre ?

Kitidiod — whack, &c. 5 Says I, of course, my lady (air ;

J&to

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Oh — if you would like to go, Take some candies to eat while there,

A looking at the show ; — She took candies long — and candies round,

Harts — tarts — and green gages — I know three dollars I did pay,

Out of my " weekly wages /"

Ritidiod — whack, &c. 6. Oh, to the theatre, we both did go,

We took a seat inside, sir, Oh, they had just begun the show, . It was the " Pirate's Bride," sir ; But when the " act drop'; it went down,

Says she my throat with thrist rages, *^or a " Brandy Punch/' I had to pay,

Out of my weekly wages.

Ritdiod — whack, &c,

7 Vhe theatre done, and out we come,

She bade me a good-night, sir, • ; ask'd if I should see her home.

Said " 'twould her mother fright," sir ;- I vhought I would go and get a stew,

To stop hunger's ravages ; i felt my pocket— my cash had flew,

She'd stoic my weekly wages.

IMtidiod — whack, &c. 8 I went right up, unio the bar,

To tell my situation ; He said I came, on the hurrah,

He\i take no explanation ;

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I was kick'd into the street,

Under these sad stages ; I know that I was badly beat,

And lost my weekly wages.

Kitidiod — whack fal-de-raL

9

Now all young men take my advice,

And never be too free, sir's, Or you'll be tl done for" in a trice,

And " taken in" like me, sir's ; Beware of woman's wily tricks,

Of whatever ages ; And you'll keep out of such a fix,

Besides, you'll keep your wages. Ritidiod — whack, <fec.

Z TIME TEIES ALL.

Curious sayings are ever in town,

As you very well know, From " how are you," " doing it brown,"

And a Old top what is the go ?'? The latest one upon the stand,

Is funnier than them all, It has but lately come to hand,

And its cali'd " Time tries all."

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Chorus : Oh, then cheer up, my lively boys, Don't let your courage fall, There's better days in store for us Because, " Time tries all I"

2

If man should try to blast your name,

By title of a thief, Oh, let him still play out his game,

And live to his belief ; — A day will come, a brighter day,

When he will have his fall, And round you, shine a brighter ray, —

I tell you," Time tries all." Oh, then cheer up, #c.

3

should poverty stare you in the face,

Don't let your courage lack ; Keep up your heart — your steps retrace,

And on him turn your back ; — It may seem hard — it's for a time,

It soon must have a fall ; — I tell you life is but a dream,

For it is " Time tries all."

Oh, then cheer up, &c.

4 Should fortune smile upon you then, And crown \our ambition,

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Oh, don't forget your poorer friends, And their sad condition ;

For Fortune is a fickle maid, And " Pride must have a fall" ;

Ambition is a tottering throne, For it is * Time tries all."

Oh, then cheer up, &c.

5

Oh never trust to idleness —

It is a burning shame ; It is a canker that will gnaw,

And blast your happy name ; Be happy and industrious too,

Be kind and good to all, And heaven will not forget you,

When " Time tries all."

Oh, then cheer up, &c.

When I Was Out Fishing.

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All sportsmen have their pleasures gay, Of racing, shooting and wrangling,

There's nothing like*a summer's day, If you wish to go angling ;

One morning I said to my dear, The day is all I cou d be wishing,

I'll go down to the river near,

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And try my luck at fishing.

Eiturulu — Riturulu — Kitidiodicta

I took my pole and line in hand.

My face with joy did beam, sir, On the river's bank I took my stand,

Threw my hook into the stream, sir, I watched my bob with delight,

Each moment I was wishing, That at my hook, I'd have a bite,

While I was out a fishing.

Riturulu — Riturulu —

3

For nearly an hour I did wait,

My luck was not inviting, They would not nibble at my bait,

So of course there was no biting ; So my pole in the bank I stuck,

Thought a walk would be refreshing, But did't I curse the luck,

While I was out a fishing.

Riturulu — Riturulu —

4

Oh, on the bank, I there did lie, My heart jumped with delight,

For by my bob, I could espy, Oh ! that I had got a bite ;

To catch this fish was my intent, To pull up, I knew I ought to ;

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I gave a jerk — and in I went, Oh, slam-bang in the water. Ei tur ul u — Ei tur ul u —

5

Oh, when I did come up again,

I looked at all around, sir ; My poor bones ached with the pain,

And land could not be found, sir ; Oh, then at last I tried to swim,

And I struck out just so, sir ; But just as I began to swim,

A crab caught me by the toe, sir. Eiturulu — Eiturulu —

I wished myself safe it home,

What was the use of wishing, I had no business to roam,

And go out a fishing ; Oh my poor strength began to 'fail.

My head to turn around, sir, I took hold of what I thought a rail,

For I was going down, sir. Eiturulu — Eiturulu —

7 Says I — I'm safe now I'll be bound,

Upon my supposed rail, sir, Judge of my horror, when I found,

Twas an alligator's tail sir ; ''

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Oh, when I saw those horrid paws,

Was'nt I a forlorner ; Says 1, if he does shut those jaws,

Oh Lord, I'll be a goner.

Riturulu— -Riturulu —

I then so gently dropped my hold,

It may seem past belief, sir, Oh, I very soon did behold,

Folks coming to my relief, sir, When Mr Alligator found,

That we were asunder, He turns himself right smack around,

And comes for me like thunder. Riturulu — Riturulu —

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For help I loudly did yell, oh,

For there was no time to pause, I guess it would made you bellow,

If you'd seen those ugly jaws ; Oh, he had nearly done his work,

I felt his jaws near my throat, Some one gave me a sudden jerk,

And pulled me in a boat.

Riturulu — Riturulu —

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I very soon reached my home,

My feeling can't be told, sir ; My wife says, dear what have you caught,

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Says I, I've caught a cold, sir ; And now that I am safe at home,

I hope there's no harm in wishing, But may " Old Nick" come after me,

When next I go a fishing.

Riturulu — Eiturulu —

Times of Eighteen Fifty-Nine.

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Oh, I'll sing you a song,

In gingle and rhymes, Of matters and things

In theses curious times \ I'll tell you how the people,

Do dress and combine, By keeping up the fashions

Now in fifty-nine.

CHORUS.

Bow wow wow, all very fine,

There's good times, and bad times. In eighteen-fifty-nine.

Now, there is Mr. Delavan, Cutting up his rigs,

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By proclaiming a war, Against all the pigs ;

He has been forced his Army to increase,

He's strengthened his force, With the new " Police." Bow, wow, wow, &&

The cry about the town,

Here, and everywhere, In the name of patience,

Who' sto be the Mayor ?— Oh, it is not yet known,

Whom they've selected, But it probably will,

After they're elected.

Bow, wow, wow, &c.

If a man steals a loaf,

And in Court appears, Chances are they'll give him,

At least twenty years ;♦ If he commits murder,

Which is death you know, They'll say that he's insane,

Of course let him go. Bow, wow, wow, &c.

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5

You know the City Hall, „

That stands in the Park, It was burned last " Fall"

They say by a " spark ;■! It is not mended yet,

It seems quite funny, They say the reason is,

They have'nt got money. Bow, wow, wow, &c.

Now this is the true way,

Business is done — Aldermen of our day,

Do "go in" for fun ; — You see they take the " Hn" —

True as were sinners ; And spend it all for "gin,"

Or good hot dinners.

Bow, wow, wow, &c.

7 The ladies of our city

As through the streets do stalk, Their dresses do take up,

More than half the walk ; Talk about the beggars

Sitting on the stoops, Ain't near such a nuisance,

As tremendous " hoops." Bow, wow, wow, &c.

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9 Things are getting brighter,

And better appear ; Oh, we'll have good times by

The middle of next year : So all we've got to do,

Is abide our time, And wait for better days,

In eigh teen-fifty-nine. Bow, wow, wow, &c.

The Modern Mayor.

Composed and simg by Fred Shaw, in the character of Hon. D. P. Tremaine, in his popular burlesque, called "The Revolt of Staten Island."

1

I'll sing to you a bran new song, made by a young

man's pate, Of a fine old New York Mayor, of the modern date; His house was built of brown stone, and his knoba

were plated too, He lived like a modern prince on the Fifth avenue.

CHORUS.

For he was a fine old Mayor, One of the modern date.

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2

Now this fine old Mayor, all the day people would

rope, At night by a large fire, would sit, and count his

" soap ;" And when he saw his gains, with laughter most he'd

choke, Between you and me, he was " lightning'* in the

poke- moke ;

For be was a fise old, &c.

3

Now this fine old Mayor, while he sat in the chair of

State, People say that he ruled the politicians of this

" state," But alas upon one fatal day, he let the reins fall

loose, Another party came along, and they soon cook'd the

goose.

Of this fine old, &c.

4

But now, alas, this fine old Mayor, he found out very soon,

That he must like many others go up in a big bal- loon,

He swore, and cursed, and hung his head, lor he was quite dejected,

But in spite oi all his swearing, he could not be re elected ;

For this fine old Mayor, &c.

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5

And dow very soon, excuse a tear, I — I know that

To the Mayoralty chair must bid a long good-bye ; Bat while I remain in office, I'll strive to be a man, Keep what I've got, and take good care to get all that I can,

And then resign my office like a Mayor of the Modern time.

The New- York Boys.

Respectfully dedicated to them by their friend Fred. Shaw.

1 From Troy I came the other day, To see this famous town, ,-„-.. To see the boys aud ghls so gay,

Of credit and renown ; Oh, I have travelled many t mile,

Both by land and sea ; There's nought so cheering as the smile Of the " New-York Boys" for me. Chorus. They're merry boys, gay hearted boys,

Merry boys are they ; They're merry boys, gay hearted boys, Oh ! — merry boys are they.

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2 iPhe " New York Boys" are wild and rough,

As everybody knows, But they've been found mighty tough,

Against our foreign foes ; In eighteen hundred fifty seven,

I'm sure you all must know, It was the " New York Boys" that thrashed,

Our foes in Mexico.

They're merry boys, &c.

3

Now, if you should be dead broke,

And in pockets are slack, It is then these will prove your friend,

Nor never turn their backs ; But if you put on any airs,

Or prove the least uncivil, They'll turn upon you like a sack

And lace you like the deuce. ,

They're merry boys, &c.

4 But sometimes a friend you may need,

As things in these times goes, A friend in need, is a friend indeed,

That everybody knows ; Their friendship has been tried and long,

And found always true ; And if you but prove true to them,

They'll always stick to you.

They're merry boys, &c.

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The Sons of Malta !

A comic song composed, sung and respectfully dedi- cated to the Order by Fred. Shaw.

A little song I'm asked to sing,

To please you all to-night, sirs', I've just thought of a little thing,

Upon which a song to write, sirs' ; As societies are all the rage,

Though their names they oft do alter, The greatest one upon the stage, Is called the " Sons of Malta." Chorus. Ritidiod — Ritidiod — Ritidiod-ido— Ritidiod — Ritidiod — Ritidiod-ido.

2

One night my friend he came to me,

His name I don't remember, Says he, Fred, only come with me,

And I'll make you a member ; I went with him into the lodge,

My pluck began to falter, For J could not really see the dodge,

Of being a * Son of Malta."

Ritidiod — Ritidiod, &c.

3

He introduced me to his friends,

My business disclosed, And then to make me all amends,

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I was of course proposed ; They grasped my hand with a will,"

My mind it soon did alter, I found I had to go through the mill, To be a " Son of Malta."

Ritidiod— Ritidiod, &c8

4 They then began to take off my clothes,

I could not see the fun, sirs . Another fellow pulled my nose,

I found it must be done, sirs ; They cut all sorts of funny tricks,

One fellow hit me a Salter, Oh — was'nt I in a pretty fix,

In being a " Son of Malta."

Ritidiod — Ritidiod, &o-

They then seized me by the arms,

And bandadged both my eyes, I began to fear some new alarms,

So to get away I tries ; But a fellow caught me by the throat,

My mind he soon did alter, He made me ride a great big goat,

To be a " Son of Malta."

Ritidiod — Ritidiod, <&c.

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I was about to give up the ghost, 4nd thinking to knock under,

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When a yell it came from the host, And sounded much like thunder ;

From this noise I then recoiled, And my legs began to falter,

On a hot gridiron I was broil'd, To be a " Son of Malta."

Eitidiod — Ritidiod, &c.

My courage it had left me quite,

The truth I now must own, sirs ; And then I was — just out of spite,

Into a blanket thrown, sirs ; They threw me up twenty feet high,

I wished they had a halter, I really thought that I would die,

In being a " Son of Malta." Ritidiod — Ritidiod, &c.

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They then released me at last,

And left me to my ease ; They said the trial now had pass'd,

I'd gone through the degrees ; With all their tricks I like the band,

My mind it ne'er will alter, Here's a welcome heart, and friendly hand.

To every " Son of Malta."'

Ritidiod— Ritidiod, &c.

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Imager Beer.

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Come all my goot peoples, and listen to me, I ish goin to sing a new song, as you'll quickly see, It will make you merry, and yonr spirits cheer, It's all about de drink dey call de " Lager Beer."

CHORUS.

De goot ole Lager Beer, and de bully Lager Beer, There's noting in de world like de bully Lager Beer.

2

Now ven I vas dry, and I'd got de tin, I use to get drunk on brandy and gin, But now I ish got vise, it is'nt half so dear, To get your keg chock full of tl Lager Beer.*' De goot ole Lager Beer, &c.

3

My frow she takes her " Lager," right behind de door, She gets goot and drunk, and falls upon de floor, And den I say, " Katrina, what are yo doin'here," And she says, "Hans, my love, it ish de Lager Beer." De goot ole Lager Beer, &c.

4

Now all you young fellers, just mind vat you do. And what I'm goin' to say, for vat I speak ish true, Don't drink gin, and rum, for dat ish roo dear, But always get drunk on de bully Lager Beer. De goot ole Lager Beer, <&c.

— 25 — John Small.

A Parody on Sam Hall.

1 My name it is John Small,

Poor man, unfortunate man f My name it is John Small, My family's my down-fall, I'm skin and bones, that's all I

Curse the luck !

2 Now there is my son Tom,

Naughty boy — wicked boy ! Now there's my son Tom, Who after the girls will run, Drinks nothing else but rum, Curse the luck

3

Now there's my daughter Emily,

Flirtish girl— wretched girl ! She's getting rather stout, I see, And tells me it's the dropsy, But she can't play that ofi on me, Curse the luck !

4

Now there's my wife, Mary,

Scolding woman — unhappy woman I Now there's my wife Mary,

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She's got a little baby, But I'll be blow'd if it looks like me, Curse the luck !

5

My nose is ail broke out,

With bad gin — grocery gin I My nose is all broke out, My friends do at me pout, And my clothes are up the spout, Curse the luck 1

6

I cannot quench my thirst,

Not a drop — not a smell ! I cannot quench my thirst, For in cash I am quite burst, And Hitchcock he won't trust, Curse the luck I

7 Oh, Baruum's I would visit,

I would visit, visit Barnuras ! Oh, Barnum's 1 would visit, And there myself exhibit, He says he's got one " what is it ?* Curse the luck I

8 To the poor-house I must go, That is so — that is so ! —

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It will be the city's loss, If I don't gain your applause, Curse the lnck !

Tenement Houses.

Dedicated to owners, contractors, builders, agents and landlords of all Tenement Houses, by Fred Shaw.

Oh, have you heard the news of late,

Which caused an excitement so great,

About that very awful state,

In which poor people live in ;

The rents are now so very high,

They raise them nearly to the sky,

Poor people then to live must try,

To pay the rent— or in the street must die ;

Agents to make money are bent,

In payment of enormous rents,

They ask for '! Tenement Houses."

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Oh, a story I will now repeat, But your pardon I must entreat, All about a house in Elm street, That was burned some time ago, sirs ;

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Tbe fire broke out in a cellar below, And up the stairs did quickly go, Casting about an awful glow, Which soon a horrid sight did show, Human beings for help did cry, The firemen, to save them, hard did try, But the building was six stories high, For it was a " Tenement House," sirs.

3

Oh, what a sight of horror gleams, The mother's tears, the children's screams,* The howling flames and falling beams, Of that tenement house, sir ; ISoor people, they ran left and right, Some of them in a horrid plight, Burned, and in an awful plight, Upon that bitter winter's night. When the Firemen heard their piercing crys With ladders to save them they did try, But ladders don't reach up to the sky Like New York " Tenement Houses/'

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The rest of the story you know well, Of course the sequel I need not tell, For you know what loss of life befell The burning of that house, sirs ; But landlords they don't care a blow, Whether their houses are good, or no, If, on pay-day, your rent don't show, Out of the door very soon you go ;

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If I was Mayor of this big town, I'd do these landlords all up brown, For every building I would tear down, They called a" Tenement House," sir.

If you think it's not truth I say, Just take a walk yourself some day, Then very soon you'll see the way, They build these " Tenement Houses." The building it looks nice and slick, They run it up so very quick, Of bad mortar, and half-baked brick, The walls are not six inches thick ; You ask its power of endurance, The landlord gives you good assurance, If it falls down, he gets the insurance On this " Tenement House," sirs.

Now all you that's not over nice, Just listen to me and in a trice, I will give you a little advice, * About these Tenement Houses. Never live in one of these hotels, For they are nothing but rotten shells, With rotten beams, and rotten walls, The first gale of wind, why, down it falls ; There's houses in New York to be found, Built of good stuff both safe and sound, Never live over one story from the ground, And shun all " Tenement Houses."

— 30 — Pay as You Go.

Copied from tlie " New York Mercury ;" masic adapt- ed by Fred Shaw, and sung by him at the principal Theatres.

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There's a world of old maxims in use by mankiad, Some wise, some unwise, some coarse, some refined , But the best of them all, for these that I know, Is the old fogy maxim — " Pay as you go." Chorus. Then settle your bills, 'tis honest you know, To pay up quite promptly — so " Pay as you go.'

2 This maxim is short, but 'twill ever be sweet, 'Tis easy to learn, and 'tis quick to repeat ; 'Tis suited to all, be they high, be they low, Pure gold's in the music of — " Pay as you go." Then settle your bills, &c.

3

With this honest maxim laid bare in my hand, I traveled and proved every soul in the land ; Whoever I met with, 'twas all the same so, — All preached, but few practiced — " Pay as you go." Then settle your bills, &c.

4

In an omnibus crowd, Mr Collins I met, He was red as a beet, and all ot a sweat,

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u The Adriatic," quoth he, " makes a very fine show," Quoth I, " Here's a flag for her, f Pay as you go.' Then settle your bills, &c.

5

At the White House I called, old Buck was within, With a cock of his eye, he invited me in ; Said I, " Buck! the message? specie basis? you know," Said he, " my own Uncle 'tis — " Pay as you go." Then settle your bills, &c. 6

I crowded through Wall street, all over the banks, Heard awful hard swearing, saw very sly pranks, S.wore a" "bear," "Uncle Sam shall weather the blow," Swore I " * take in sail, sir, and — Pay as you go.' "

Then settle your bills, &c.

7 At Harper's I dropped in, 'mid ship load of books, 3e was brimful of pluck, and his usual good looks ;

II Ex-Mayor," cried I, " you've a hard row to hoe !" " 0. K." he replied, " if you'll — Pay as you go."

Then settle your bills, &c.

8 To Stewart I sauntered, dear ladies, don't blame me, For going to Bowen, and, also McNamee ; And found their secret of selling so low, 'Tis all in my maxim— " Pay as you go." Then settle your bills, &c.

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Let me pass through all nations, of every name, With this text in my hand — 'twill be ever the same ; The best of my, then of all that I know, Is the short little maxim — " Pay as you go." Then settle your bills, &c.

America's Medley.

Respectfully dedicated to Hon. Millard Fillmore, by Fred Shaw, the American Vocalist.

Air : " The Union Forever." A song for the Union, Is the people's loud cry, Our Nation, our Union forever ; — Our Union in right, Our Union iu might, May the people our Union ne'er sever ; The union of hearts, It's

Air : " Declaration of Independence." You all have heard of long ago,

John Bull made a resolution, To come here and to let us know

How to form a Constitution ;

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But Yankee boys did not like the way

In which he cut his tricks, sir ; So they held a meeting one fine day,

In

Air : * Hail Columbia." Hail Columbia, happy land, Hail ye heroes, heaven-born band ; Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause, Who fought and bled in Freedom's cause, And when the task of war was done, Enjoyed the peace your

Air : " American Boy. Father, look up and see that flag,

How gracefully it flies, Tnose pretty stripes they seem to be,

A rainbow in the skies ; It is your Country's flag my boy,

Which proudly drinks the light, O'er ocean waves, in foreign climes,

An emblem of

Air : " Bed, White and Blue." Columbia, the gem of the ocean,

The home of the brave and the free, The pride of each Patriot's devotion,

The world offers homage to thee ; Thy mandates makes heroes assemble,

When Liberty's form stands in view, Thy banner makes tyranny tremble,

When borne by the Red, White and Blue ;

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When borne by the Bed, White and Blie,

Thy banner makes tyranny tremble, When

Air : " Landlady of France." It often has been told, That the British seamen bold, Could flog the Tars of France, so handy, oh They never found their match, Till the Yankees did them catch, The Yankees can— —

Air : " Fill high the Brimmer." Fill high the brimmer, the ship is in sight, Now fly by your guns, and be ready for fight, Bend on the canvass, till the masts creak, Our <; Star Spangled Banner," we've nailed to the

peak ; See when it's broad stripes float out on high, We'll ne'er strike our flag, but conquer or die, Then fill high the brimmer, their ship is in sight, Oh

Air :. " Star Spangled Banner." Say can you see by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed in the twilight's last

gleaming ; Now o'er the ramparts, are gallantly streaming ; By the rocket's red glare, bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night, our flag was still

there, Oh, say does the Star Spangled Banner yet wave

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Air : " Yankee Doodle." Yankee Doodle is the tune,

That is so nice and handy, It makes the British look quite blue,

And Mexicans walk brandy. Then fill it up, and take a sup,

There's nothing like go:)d whiskey, Pumpkin pie, and good old rye,

And with the girls be frisky. Here is to old Uncle Sam,

And his jovial band, sir, Let Washington be three times three,

With " God bless our native land," sirs ; Then Yankee Doodle is the tune,

It is so nice and handy, Pumpkin pie and apple sauce,

Ginger- bread, and brandy.

I\ew Jordan.

1

You must know the story is, shoe-pegs has riz, And men can't stand the prices paid on ;

There's a duty upon tacks, likewise, cord, and wax, Both on this and tother.side of Jordan.

Then take off your coat, &c.

:2

Election it is past, and we have a Mayor at last, Who makes the city's laws according ;

Havemeyer was rejected, Fernando was elected, Opedyke sent over to Jordan.

Then take off your coat, &c.

3 If Millard Fillmore was President of these United States, He'd make all the laws according ; He'd hang all the Irish, shoot all the Dutch, Send the niggers to the other side of Jordan. Then take off your coat, &o. .

4 You see in this case, he did'nt suit our taste,

Buchanan was chosen according, He lets us live at ease, and do as we please Both on this and the other side of Jordan. Then take off your coat, &c.

5 There will be money making ways in a very few days, Which very few of you have thought on ; Fifty cents at the pound, they'll give you for every hound You'll catch on this side of Jordan.

Then take off your coat, &e.

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6 Oh, nothing's the delight, but the very late fight,

Which every one is talking on ; Heenan got a plug, and Sayers' one in the mug That landed him on the other side of Jordan. Then take off your coat, &c.

7 In England they're picking their men to give Hee- nan a licking, But I tell you the case is a hard one ; He'll leave such a ridge on the nose of Staly-bridge That he'll wish himself clear out of Jordan. Then take off your coat;, &c.

The people all own, as the boy's now home,

His actions his friends do applaud on, Boys, I'll tell you true, that little Red, White, and Blue, Is boss on the other side of Jordan.

Then take off your coat, &c.

9 General Scott was the man, we sent to San Juan

To settle the row there according, He told those lobster backs, if they did'nt stop their clacks, He'd blow them to the other side of Jordan. Then take off your coat, &c.

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10

The people of our age, say that meerschaum's all the rage, \

And every body is trying to cloud one, You'll hear them holler loud, how does your meer« schaum cloud Both on this and the other side of Jordan. Then take off your coat, &c.

Pat in New York.

An Irish comic song, composed and sung by Fred Shaw, at American Concert Hall, 444 Broadway, New York.

1

My name is Pat Kearney, I was born in Killarney,

A nate little spot upon the old dart, And early one morning, as day it was dawning,

With my stick in my fist, from my home I did start ; I crossed the big sea, and to this land did stray,

Where they say all is plenty and peace, I had not been in it, much more than a minute

Before I found out, 'twas the divil's own place.

CHORUS.

In cursing and fighting, and rows they delight in, In picking your pockets, and breaking the peace. For ranting and tearing, and drinking and swear

iag, Oh ! mush-a gra, it's the divil's own place.

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2

As I walk'd all around, both up and down town,

A looking at this, and winking at that, A nice looking man took me by the hand,

And savs by my sowl, " oh, how are yes Pat V* We went into a shop, to get a small drop

Of whiskey, that is so nice to the taste, When I found every cent, from my pocket had went,

Oh. murther, this is the divil's own place.

In cursing, and fighting, &o.

3

Then early next day, around I did stray,

To see fun, and pleasure, hard I did strive ; When I met a party, so jovial and hearty,

And we all set down to play forty five ; One fellow so quick, says " that is my trick'',

I told him it was not, right up to his face, Says he, " now you lie," and give me a rap in the eye,

That made me cry, this is the divil's own place. In cursing, and fighting, &c.

S walk'd out one night, to see all the sights, Trying to pass a social hour away,

Al girl very pretty, smiling and witty. Was tripping so nimbly along Broadway ;

She took me by the arm, and said with alarm, " Will you see me to my boarding-place. "

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The truth now I own, all my money has flown, Bad luck to it, this is the divil's own plaee. In cursing, and fighting, &c.

5

Twas the other day, I was in Broadway,

Enjoying myself with a bit of a walk, When I got a crack in the small of my back,

And I heard, " how are you, Paddy, from Cork," But quick I let fly, took the chap in the eye,

The crowd around began to increase, Police came that way, made me ten dollars pay,

Oh, gramachree, it's the divil's own place.

In cursing and fighting, &c.

6 All of my troubles, are but mere bubbles,

The reason I will explain in a trice, The reason is this, you'll not find it amiss,

To listen to a little wholesome advice ; If you wish for joys, get in with the boys,

You'll find them all right, and in the right place, Forget Aristocracy, stand by Democracy,

And you'll find New York a mighty fine place.

In cursing, and fighting, &o.

— 41 — The Union Right or Wrong.

Respectfully dedicated to all »* Union Men," by their i.ncere friend, Fred Shaw.

A song for the people. I am now going to try, Let it spread o'er the land, be it a nation's loud cry: Let each one to his country, be honest and true,

And swear to defend our Red, White and Blue ; Let all be united, in heart and in hand,

And defend to the death, our dear native land ; In freedom sincere, and in unity strong, . Our cry be the Union, " The Union Right or Wrong."

CHORUS.

Hurrah for our banner, stand by it all, United we stand, and divided we fall,

Then up with our standard, around it we'll throng, The Union forever, "The Union Right or Wrong."

2 Should tyrants again try our land to deform, Our motto, the u Union," will ride through the storm ; [t'8 engraved on our hearts, on our mind's it is wrote, And they'll feel the power of Union men's stroke) Twas in seventy-six, tnat trick they tried,

'Twas for the Union our father's bled and died j Stand by the Union, let our cry be loud and long,

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The Union forever, "The Union Right or Wr^ng.' Hurrah for our banner, &c.

Fanatics may howl and preach dissolution,

They cannot repeal our beloved Constitution ; It was formed by hearts both honest and brave, Whose bones are mouldering in* the cold, dreary grave ; Let fanatics preach on, and go their full length,

They can't break the Union for Union is strength \ Uphold the Constitution, well stand by it long, For our cry is the Union, " The Union, Right or Wrong."

Hurrah for our banner, &c.

4

Our forefathers left a Union to merit,

A Union to love, protect and inherit ; Let u > our oaths of allegiance renew,

And to inheritage, prove constant and true ; Don t let dissolution accomplish its end,

But let us like freemen, the Union defend ; Let fanatics beware, our cry is loud and long,

The Union forever, "The Union Right or Wrong." Hurrah for our banner, &c.

5

Whftr W»**bi»£rton was at the head of our nation,

The Union was his great proclamation, T\* aipcftj iu Love, the union in might,

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The union in wrong, and the union in right. The union at first, the union in the end,

The Union to maintain, the Union to defend ; Jackson, the hero, who thai name so deserved,

Said, ki the Union must, and shall be preserved." Hurrah for the Union, the Union s our cry,

By the Union we'll stand, by the Union well die, The Union our word, the Union our song,

The Union forever, "The Union,Right or Wrong.'

Billy IVutts, the Poet.

A comic eccentricity, composed and sung by Fred Shaw, the American comic vocalist.

1

I am a gay and dashing spark,

And every person knows it, For a spree, a time or lark,

I am the boy that goes it ; And as I walk along Broadway,

Though my cash, I ne'er can show it, I can hear the people plainly say,

There's "Billy Nutts the Poet."

CHORUS.

Yes, up and down, throughout the town, I am the boy to go it

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When on the tear, or with ladies fair I am " Billy Nutts, the Poet." [Spoken .] — Yes, Gentlemen, I am a poet — don't my looks show it I I am one of those representa- tives of human nature, destined to turn the sublime into the ridiculous. What is greater than poetry I — nothing ! If you wish to win the affec- tions of a young and beautiful girl, you write po- etry. If your desires are to make a rich uucle shell out the needful, you touch his heart and pockets at the same time by the sweet sublimity of poetry. If you desire to get a foothold in the realms of Literature, and see your name in large letters in the New York Ledger, what do you do ? Why, you write poetry : and if you are anxious to get in the Poor-house, why, stick to poetry. And now, having told you the beauties of poetry, you

must allow

That up and down, kc.

2

As up and down Broadway I often pass,

A friend I chance to meet, sirs, Asks me to have a friendly glass,

And says he will stand treat, sirs ; Then to a grocery we do hie, That happens to be handy, We take a drop, just on the sly, Of good old three cent brandy. [Spoken:"] — Ah, Brandy, my good old friend, I love thee still: brandy is a history in itself ; but I cannot speak in prose, so I will describe brandy

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and its effects, in poetry. Lines upon brandy ; af- ter the sage of Holland, improved by Swan ! Brandy how divinely nice, When cooled off with luscious ice, Or else to refresh a body, You are made into a toddy 3 In three cent groceries you are seen, Made from McCready's best camphine ; Yet some who seek a heavier pelf, Secrete you back upon the shelf ; And when you are called from thence, They call on us for a sixpence ) And when you are a little fine, They have " cheek," to demand a dime } Oh, Brandy! how that name exalts, And yet, withal, you have your faults J When a little too much we try, It is so strong, it makes us high ; With thy spirits we are so elated, That darn it, we get intoxicated ; With us you play such funny tricks, You make us just as tight as bricks ; And when we seek our homes in peace, Our wives call us, old drunken beasts, And then to show their perfect awe, Tell us coolly, to sleep upon the floor. Or else when staggering through the street Tumble against a Policeman, on his beat; And then are rough, and noisy until The policeman begs us to be still ; We quickly tell him to be d — blest, When in the station-house we're cramm'd. Then finding our sport is over,

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We sleep away, until we're sober. Next day, before the Judge we're brought Who tells us plainly that we ought Not make a noise while in the street, Or insult the officer on his beat ; And when he says u ten dollars pay," He say " for your very foolish ways, To the Tombs you go, for just ten days."

So up and down, &c.

3

As I was living all all alone,

Free from care and strife, sirs,

I felt quite sad, the truth I own,

And thought I'd get a wife, sirs ;

Oh, I met with a pretty girl,

I fell in love, I know it.

Her auburn locks, and teeth of pearl,

Cook'd the heart of " Nutts the Poet."

[Spoken : — Yes, my gentle hearers, I fell in love ; that little fellow what flies dangerously through the air, sent one of his arrows quivering through my heart, and shivered my heart to atoms. The object of my passions was a divinity— she was an angel— she was a pedlar of huckleberries. Oh, she was to me—fiddlesticks! I cannot speak my admiration in prose, and with yonr permission, 111 relate the virtues of that transcendant beauty po- etically. Lines on my intended after the style of Goldsmith, improved by Silver-Quill : Sweet as the morning rose, That in the Spring time blows,

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Was the fair creature, that

Made of me an awful flat ;

She said, " that she did me love,

As doth the little turtle dove ;

And, oh, I did her believe, .

Little thinking she would deceive.^

When I gazed upon that face so tair,

Encircled by curls of red hair,

1 thought that I had won a prize,

Although she was crossed in the eyes,

That the world would envy and say,

•t I wonder if she's wash'd her face to-day ,

Oh, when I took her for a little walk

To hear the people how they aU would talk,

As she tripped so nimbly at my side, „

They d say/' there goes Billy and his bride f

But alas, alas, upon one *a.tal noon.

She sent all my hopes up m a big balloon.

Twas Sunday" about ten m the morn

When I myself, did this form adorn,

And putting on my Sunday collar.

Hastened where slumber did entwine

The eyelids of my lovely Caroline ,

Knocking at the door of my lair.

She quickly answered " who is there V

Says I, " 'tis me, my lovely dear,

Your own dear Billy, you need not fear,

I want you to come and spend the day

At Weehawken- where the people say

We can enjoy ourselves and happy ^be,

And fresh breezes blow from ofl the sea ,

So off we went, where pleasure yields,

To take a stroll in country fields.

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There we sat in the sun's mild beam,

While she tuck'd away lots of ice cream )

And then I meekly urged my suit,

While she eat cakes, drank lager to boot.

And then I bade her name the happy day

When in gorgeous bridal array

I could lead her to the hymenial throne,

And proudly call her, mine, my own ;

When of a sudden, she gave an awful scream,

And cried out, " I want some more ice cream jV

I then in accents gently spoke : ■

" I can't, my dear, for I'm dead broke."

Then her eyes with rage did flash,

" What!" says she—" no more soap, no more cash?"

Says I, " my dear, can you my word doubt,

My pockets are empty, and I'm play'd oat."

Then in mild tones, I her addressed,

And on my knees my suit I pressed,

And asked her without fear or strife,

To be my own dear one for life ;

Says I, " be my own — my darling love,

My Pigeon, and my Turtle-dove ,

My own dear wife- -won't you be it V

Says she, " go way, you fool, I don't see it."

Then up and down, &c.

But to go on now with my song, Not very long I tarried, Another gal, she came along, To her I then got marriod ; She used to belt me, left and right,

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Lord, how she used to go it ; Twas her delight every night To lick Billy Nutts, the Poet.

[Spoken.."] — Yes, gentlemen, I got entangled in the Hymenial noose at last, and I have often wished since that the hangman had got me in his noose, the day that I entered the holy bands of wedlock j my wife was a fighter, traveled on her muscle, and she had a whopper. She used to do just as she pleased with me. Oh, she was a rouser. I hired the apartments for myself and wife, but if any person had passed by the door about break- last time, hang me if they wouhTnt have thought it was an auction room, and my wife was knocking me down to the highest bidder— and she did, with a rolling-pin. But talking about fighting reminds of a few lines I wrote, on the late pugilistic en- counter in England, and respectfully dedicated to* — —

John C. Heenan, Americans

Champion.

l

* Farewell," we said with sorrow'd heart,

As we shook that manly hand, When from thy home we saw thee start,

For England's garden'd land : We knew thy errand there, brave man,

And our hearts all gladness felt, We knew that strong and honest hand,

Would rob England of her •« Belt »

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2 We heard with pain, but not alarm,

When foes sought thee to beat, We knew that strong and muscl'd arm

Would ne'er allow defeat j We heard those hearty cheers resound.

Saw thy foes of hope bereft, When " England's Champion" bit the ground

From thy terrific « left."

Fought nobly, hast thou, bravely won,

Proved thyself game and true, Come home, brave boy, thy task is done

And that " belt" belongs to you. We saw thy friends in gladness beam,

And heard thy foes low howl, As our brave " Eagle" gave its scream,

O'er the u British Lion's" cowl.

4 Come home, brave boy, thy wish attained,

Return to thy native land, By thee our flag has been maintained ;

And friends wait to grasp thy hand ; Let welcome bid him home once more,

Let our flag be unfurled, Receive him to Columbia's shore,

As " Champion of the World."

— 51 — The Stars and Stripes.

A comic song, as composed and sang by " Fred Shaw," the American Comic Vocalist.

As comic songs are all the go,

One more 1 11 try to write, And if you'll give me half a show

I'll please you all to-night. As comic songs are all the rage,

In life you often see, The man, the child, cries in a rage,

You've got the best of me.

CHORUS.

Ritidifol-lol, Ritidifol-lol-fo-li-do, Ritidifol-lol, Ritidifo-lol-fo-li-do.

2 Oh, when to market I do go,

My dinner of course to buy, The butcher to me meat does show,

Oh, four or five pounds I try ; Home I go, call the cook by name,

And say dinner is at three, The meat is tough, I then exclaim,

Oh, you've got the best of me.

Ritidifol-lol, &c.

Oh as my clothes have gone to seed, To a tailors then I hie,

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And as I look the man in need.

Another new suit I buy ; The suit I take, the cash I find,

I walk out so fine and free, My pants, so fine, rip up behind,

Oh, he's got the best of me.

Ritidifol-lol, &o.

4 To a shoemaker's then I went,

To buy a pair of boots, sir ; Six dollars then I freely spent,

They did me finely suit, sir. But when I got into the street

Now pray don't laugh at m They split, and I did show my feet,

And he got the best of me.

Ritidifol-lol, &c.

To a jeweller's shop then I went,

A ring for my wife to buy, Four dollars there 1 quickly spent,

And a splendid ring had I ; I took it home, said, " there, my lass,

A ring I've got for you, see,'' She threw it back, 'twas nought but brass,

And he got the best of me.

Ritidifol-lol, &c.

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My wife had oft been coaxing me,

Another new dress to buy ; And as they'd all been hoaxing me,

I thought some one else Fd try. I bought the dress - when it was done.

To see if the print was free, My wife wet it, the colors run,

And he got the best of me.

RitidiodfoUol, &c.

7 I was so mad I shed a tear,

To think how I'd been done, Says J, " Mary, cheer up my dear,

I'll get one that will not run ;'' So I brought her home the " Stars and Stripes'*

The emblem of the free, Says 1, " my dear, they 11 never run;

Never mind where'er they be."

Ritidiodfol-lol, &c.

Hilly Barlow.

A comic song composed and sung by Fred Sbaw.

1

Dh gentlemen all, how do you do, It's a very long time since I've been to see you,

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You want no introduce, for I spose you all know, That Fs the unfortunate " Billy Barlow.'5

CHORUS.

Oh yes, I'm ragged you knoWi

For it's very hard times, says Billy Barlow.

'2 Since I saw you, to England I've been,

To spend a few weeks with Victoria the Queen \ I went to the Palace, she smiled on me so, That Albert got jealous of Billy Barlow. Oh yes, I'm ragged I know, But mighty good times had Billy Barlow.

3

Now Jimmy Buchanan after some deep reflection,

Sent for me for to quell the late insurrection ; Governor Wise says to me, "oh what shall 1 do,:' " Why stand by the Union," says Billy Barlow, Oh, yes, I'm ragged I know, [Barlow.

But I goes in for my country, does Billy

4

Now the ladies you know are nothing but flirts, Promenading the streets in tremendous hoop skirts ; When they cross a gutter they raise them up so, It does shock the modesty of Billy Barlow. Oh, yes, I'm ragged I know, I don't like to see it, says Billy Barlow.

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5

I roam through the bar-rooms every night,

Oh5 nothing's the talk, but the very late fight • The boy was victorious as you all know, You see he was trained by Billy Barlow. Oh, yes, I'm ragged I know, But I goes in on my muscle, does Billy Barlow.

6 A company of soldiers from Chicago came,

A fine lot of fellows, the Zouaves by name, They drilled very finely, as you all know, You see they were taught by Billy Barlow. Oh, yes, Pm ragged I know, But a mighty good soldier is Billy Barlow.

7 Now they had a great time, deny it who can. About the Embassy that came from Japan ; They had a big ball at a big price you know, But who pays the bills, says Billy Barlow Oh, yes, I'm ragged I know. So you see they can't tax old Billy Barlow.

Now there's the Great Eastern, to speak I do dread They let you all see her, at a half-dollar a head; That's a pretty good price, as the times now go, They didn't get a cent out of Billy Barlow. Oh, yes, I'm ragged 1 know, I'm down on foreign humbugs, is Billy Barlow,

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To Barnum's Museum I went for a visit,

I went there to see the curious " What is it V9 I look'd at his head, I examined his figure, But I could see nothing, but poor silly nigger. Oh, yes, Pin ragged I know, I tell you, they can't humbug Billy Barlow.

Black Your Boots.

An original comic song, composed and sung by Fred Shaw, the American vocalist

Oh early in the morning, Before day is dawning

You can hear my clear voice, Crying, a 111 black your boots ;" [Spoken:"] — Yes-sir-ee ; if you want a nice polish put on your calfskins, Ise just the boy that knows how to do it J the best of blacking and plenty of elbow grease. No imposition, but on the opposi- tion. Now, wot in the world is nicer than a well blacked boot ; why, nothin' of course. When yer goes to see the ladies, the first they cast their sweet little peepers on, is yer feet ; then if yer have a nice polished boot on, they falls in !ove with it ; yes they does. Then they looks at yer agin, and by and by they looks at ye so much, that they falls in love with yer all ovsr ; yes, they does ; and

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it's all through havin' nice polished boots. Now I don't mean anything, nor would I for the world hurt any one's feelings, but I say, sir, it would'nt hurt them calf-skins to give 'em a rub. It's none of my business, only I just made a remark ; now if yer doubts it, why all you've got to do, is to come to me, and I'll

Black your boots, black your boots,

I'll rub them, and scrub them,

So fine that they'll shine, It only costs three cents, to just black your boots.

2 None starts off more bolder,

With his box on his shoulder, Repeating the old cry of,

I'll black your boots. The polish of my brush,

Makes a looking glass blush, Oh, I'm a very good hand at

Blacking your boots.

[Spoken:'] — The other mornin' I went out at my trade, when p„ fellow comes up to me, and says, " Bub, give us a polish ;'' " all right, sir," says I ; and down comes old box, and out comes Mr. Blacking-brush and his right bower, the blacking ; to work I goes, and I gives him the nicest polish yon ever see ; when I gets done, I asked him for my three cents, when he says, ' but I aint got no change now, I'll give it to yer when I see yer agin " I told him as how I din't trust, then he turns to me and says : " Now don't be sassy, or I'll smack

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y-vu? ©hops/' I did'nt say anything more, but I pM\, turned up the box, and marked on the bottom, " B. jt>. three cents." I knew I'd never get it, but I just put it down so as to remember him another time. Just then a gentleman come along vots a customer of mine, and says to me, u hallo Jim, what are you doin, balancin' accounts 1" " No sir," says I ; " I'm just making a charge to D. B. " D. B." says he, " who's that V " Why" said I, " don't you know D. B. I thought everybody knew him. D. B. is Dead Beat ! He is well known in the city, he's got lots of relations, and they are all noted for their beatin' wa^s. They beats the grocery man, butcher, baker, tailor, shoemaker, milk-man, hotel-keeper, and at last when they can't find any one else to beat, why they get back at the boot-black. You see I has the best chance of all, cose Ise the last. Then the gentleman says to me. " Jim, you are a Philosopher." "No I aint, sir." says I, " I'm a boot-black." Then he laughs and says, " give us a polish." So down I goes, shines him up, takes his change, pockets the cash, and

goes on crying

Blask ycuir boots, &c.

3

But oft as I am calling,

The rain it is falling, And that is a damp day

To my blacking boots ; For while I am crying,

People are me shying,

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On wet rainy days. It's no use blacking boots.

[Spoken.."] — Yes-sir-ee, when a rainy day comes, that's a damper on my affections. It's no use, blacking won't stand agin rain water. If I ask a gentleman to black his boots, he says, " not to-day, Bub ;" there's no use askin' the ladies, cos they wear gaiters, and the little boys, why, they got on injy rubbers ; so you see a damp day is a damper on my business. Sometimes a feller will come along dressed up so fine, and looking as though he had just dropped from some toy store or other, and smelling as though some drug shop had busted and he'd stood in the way. I ask him to black "his boots, and he says, " get out, you dirty scoun- drel, or I'll call the police." That's one of them fellers that lives up in Fifth avenue, one of the codfish aristocracy, one ot the big-bugs. But I let's rem all pass ; everytime I see one of them fellers, I think some menagerie has lost its Orang Outang, or Barnum's " What is it r* has got out. By this time it gets to be afternoon, and I aint made a cent : then I begins to feel hungry and think about the old folks at home. I think of my poor old parents and my little sisters and brothers, I know they must have something to eat — it aint in the house, I know they'll be| crying for bread, I aint got the means to get it, then I wishes as how I was rich so that I might show the cold hearted world what happiness there is in assisting the needy, and bestowing a helping hand upon the un- fortunate. Well, I thinks of all these things and

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get as melancholy as a fish out of water ; I cry " black your boots" but it sticks in my gullet, and its no use. At last a man comes up to me and says, " Bub, what's the matter, you look as though all your friends, and the world had deserted you V 1 looks up at him to see if he is the right sort and when I sees he is, I ups.and tells* him all : he be- lieves what I tells him, and gives me a dollar, and says he'll take it out in trade : * starts off with a merry heart, crying

Black your boots, &o.

4

The next morning it's clear,

And my voice then you'll h^axf Through the streets crying,

I'll black your boots j My polish it will keep,

And I will do so cheap, It only costs three cents,

To just black your boots.

[Spoken : — The next morning i* **ear, and I am up and doin bright and early. Business is brisk; I blacks all their boots, farmers, mechanics, bank- ers, merchants, clerks, rogues, alderman, hodcarri- ers and politicians. I black all the*? boots, and charges them all the same price. I is on the one price system. Now if any of you gentlemen have any boots, or if any of your friends have any boots, (and I hope yer all has] as yer wante black'd why all you've got to do is to come to me, and

I'll

Black your boots, Stc.

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Richard and Jemima.

1

There was a cove, as was fond of his rum,

Would go on a spree, leave the old woman at home ; And the name of the cove that would go on a spree, Was R-i-c-h-a-r-d.

CHORUS.

Rituralu lural-lural-lu, Ritur alu- lural lur alido .

2 Now Richard came home pretty well corned,

His nose was skinned, and his face was torn, Says he, " Oh, my love, oh my h-e-a-d," And he pitched right into b-e-d.

Rituralu-lural, &0.

3

Next morning he for water did cry,

Wheu she a pailful did let fly, "Take that," says she, " you d-o-g,

I'm bound to go the whole h-o-g."

Rituralu-lural, &C.

4 Now Richard he did rave and roar, As the cold water off him did pour,

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* I brought home a turkey last night they say, But now I've got a d-u c k. '

Ritu! al-lural, &c

5

Oh, J-e-m-i-m-a,

How could you be so rash I say, " I begin to regret the day," says she,

"That we were m-a~r r-i-e-d."

RituraMural, &c.

6

Now R-i-c-h-a-r-d,

He resolved to sober be, And all the people, they do say,

He's happy with J-e-m-i-ni-a.

RituraMural, &o*

7 And now my song is at an end,

1 hope there's none I did offend, If any there b-e, 1 offer an a-pol-o-g.

Ritural-lural, &c

— 63 — Hail, O Columbia.

Words by Mr. McMahan. Music adapted by Fred Shaw, and sung by him with tremendous success throughout the Union.

1

All hail to America, land of the free,

Though last among nations, thy name is enroll'd, Thy banners press forward on land and on sea, A name with the foremost, to challenge and hoi d Home of sweet liberty, Millions are blessing thee, Land of the exile, to thee do they flee, Hark to their joyous cry, Piercing the azure sky, Hail, 0 Columbia, land of the free } Hark to their joyous cry Piercing the azure sky, Hail, 0 Columbia, land of the free.

2 Though an infant it boasted Herculean might, When the serpents of Tyranny thought it their prey, All fearless and dauntless it rushed to the fight, And seizing its enemies, hurled them away. Freedom sheds over it, Blessings that cover it, Rich as the flowers that bloom on her lea, Loudly salute it then, Till the land ring again, Hail, 0 Columbia, land of the free.

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Loudly salute it then, Till the land ring again, Hail, 0 Columbia, land of the free.

As the fire thai sweeps o'er valley and glen, Embracing the sideling, the towering oak, So liberty's flame swept Columbia then, When the children arose to break Tyranny's yoke.

Fiercely its beacon light - Glared from the moantain's height, Thrilling each heart with a Patriots gleer Brighter and brighter grew, Till the cry rose anew, Hail, 0 Columbia, the happy, the free, Brighter and brighter grew, Till the cry rose anew. Hail, 0 Columbia, the happy, the free.

4 It was kindled at Lexington, widely it spread,

Saratoga reflected the glorious rays, A t Trenton and Eutaw, its glory was shed;

Till at Yorktown the tyrant shrunk back in amaze.

Sorely did Britain feel, Hearing the joyous peal, Sullenly seeking her home in the sea, Sounding along the wave, Sung by the stout and brave, Hail, 0 Columbia, the happy the free,

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Sounding along the wave, Sung by the stout and brave, Hail, 0 Columbia, the happy, the free.

5

And now mid commotions that rage o'er the world

Lik^ a flower-gemmed isle of the sea in repose, While madly against it the billows are hurled, She smiles at its tempest, she fears not its blows. Firm on her sacred might, Strong in her conscious right, Floating still proudly, her banner we see, Millions of happy ones, Hail thee with benisons, Long live Columbia, the happy, the free,

Millions of happy ones, Hail thee with benisons, Long live Columbia, the land of the free.

Erin's Medley.

dedicated to the friends of the Emerald Isle, bv Fred Shaw.

Air : " Judy, you Blackguard." Oh Judy, you blackguard,

I know you've been drinking, I see by the —

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Air : " Paddy's Wedding." Roaring set, At dinner were met,

So frolicksome and so frisky, oh 5 Sca-madgen-a-score,

And potatoes galore. And a matter of whiskey, oh ;

And then to hear old father Quipes, Beat time with his shillaley, oh, While all the merry pipes

Struck up

Air: " Rory O'Moore." Rory O'Moore courted Kathleen Bawn,

He was bold as a hawk, she soft as the dawn, Now Rory he wished pretty Kathleen to plaze, And he thought the best way to do that was to taze 5 Then Rory, the rogue, stole his arm round her neck,

So soft and so sweet, without freckle or speck ; And he looked in those eyes that were beaming in light, And kissed those sweet lips, don't you think he did right % Now Rory, leave off, sir, you'll hug me no more,

That's ten times to-day, you've kissed me before. Then here goes another to make it all sure, For there's luck in-

Air : " Norah Daley." Pickled walnuts are her eyes,

Her nose it is a thumper, Her cheeks like dumplings are in size,

They both so fat and plump are 5

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Her shoulders four feet broad at least,

Complexion, rather paley, No man or baste can span the waist,

Of

Air: "Kathleen O'Moore." My love, still I think that I see her once more But alas ! she has left me her loss to deplore, My own Kathleen, My sweet little Kathleen,

My

Air i " Teddy O'Rouke." Brogues I greased, and cut my stick,

The latter end of May, sir, And if to Dublin town 1 went,

To sail on the top of the sea, sir 5 To see if I could get employ,

To cut their hay and corn, sir, To leave old Ireland far behind, Air : " Larry O'Brien." I have lately returned from the ocean. Where the fire, blood, and balls, were in motion, For fighting sure I niver took a notion, It would never do for Larry O'Brien ; I could laugh, dance, sing; and fight, and make

spalpeen's roar, But I niver Thought it cliver,

To feel the balls knock out the liver, Of Larry ! Larry !

Blood and thunder, to the girl that will tarry, She'll never do— —

68-

Air . " Irish Schoolmaster." Old Teddy Q'Rouke kept a bit of a school, At a place called Killarney, and made it a rule, If the mind would'nt mark, he'd soon mark the

back, And give them their own with a devilish whack ; His scholars were Kelly, Big Billy and Ned, With Murrough McKarty, old Darby and Ted, Tall Dermot 0 Clancy, and Dennis O'Shea,

Faith, all noble boys to-

Air : " Sprig of Shillaley." A buxom young widow, I think it's no crime, To accidentally drop in about dinner time, With my brogues, and my blarney, and bother- ing ways ; She takes off the civer, 1 see the beef smoke, She cuts me a slice, then I cut her a joke, She has two children, and I make a stir,

For

Air : " Irish Emigrant.*' }Tis but a step down yonder lane,

The little church stands near, The church where we were wed, Mary,

I see the spire from here ; But the grave-yard lies between, Mary,

My step might break your rest, I've laid you darling down to sleep,

With

Air : " Irish Washer- woman." My Mother, God bless her, £

She sent me to school,

To learn readm' and spellin1,

Of Barney O'Toole ; And when the boys I'd have A bit of a row,

They'd cry

Air: "True Born Irishman." Ireland's a place of very great fame,

I spose you have all heard, It's the greatest little place that ever was seen,

It is, take an Irishman's word ; There is no place in this wide world,

Where they drink the whiskey so free, You may talk of your good drinking Englislimea

But an Irishman

Air : " Fair of Clogheen." At the fair of Clogheen wid my Judy, I thripped it so nate and so posey, My darlin's blue eyes, they were killin' Her cheeks were so bloomin' and rosy ) " Ah, Judy," says I, " I'm fond of ye, Bad luck to the other can plaze me," I itched for a kiss, and I took it,

When she giggled out

Air: " Dick Darlin." My name is Dick Darlin, the cobbler, My time I served out here in Kent, Some say 1 am old Fornicator,

So I have

Air: " Erin is My Homo.' I've roamed in many lands, And many friends I've met,

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Not one fair scene or kindly smile,

Can this fond heart forget j But I'll confess that I m content,

No more I wish to roam.

Oh, steer my barque to

Air : " Irishman's Shanty." The three legged stool, and table to match,

The door of the shanty is locked wid a latch, There's a nate feather bed all bustin' wid straw,

And

Air : " Ould Ireland's My Darlin'."

My blessin's on

Each manly son, Of thine, who'll stand by thee ;

But hang the knave,

And dastard slave, So base as to deny thee ;

Then bowld and free,

While yet for me, The globe is round us whirlin7,

My song shall be,

Gra Galmachree, Ould Ireland you're my darling

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The Partnership of Seventy-Six,

Kindly dedicated to the Veterans of the Revolution, and 1812, by Fred Shaw, the American Comic Vo- calist.

In seventy-six you all do know,

That times were rather bad, sirs, And Yankee Doodle out of spite,

Swore he'd whollop his dad, sirs; Says Yankee, " though I am quite small,

I'm made of good stuff, sirs, And if you fool your time with me,

I'll bet you'll get enough, sirs."

CHORUS.

Oh, yes, oh,

Johnny don't you crow, For very quick,

I'll make you sick, John Bull, oh !

2 Now Johnny's son so saucy grew,

In his throat 'twas sticking, So Johnny swore that he would give,

His only son a licking ; But when Yankee saw the old man come,

He did'nt budge a peg, sirs, But quick as thought, he put the boot,

Upon the other leg, sirs.

Oh, yes, oh, &c.

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3

Then Johuny in a passion flew,

With rage he bit his lip, sirs ; Said " with his soldiers he would soon,

His dear son Yankee, whip,>: sirs, But Yankee quickly learnt his tricks,

And being full of fun, sirs, Turned the tables on his dad,

In a town called Lexington, sirs.

Oh, yes, oh, &c*

4 Now Yankee's hands were very full,

And he soon began to learn, That to carry on the business,

'Twas a partnership concern ; He took a partner in one day,

To see the business done, Virginia gave him birth they say,

His name was George Washington.

Oh, yes, oh, &&

5

Business was so very brisk,

And times quite lively grew, That this newly started firm,

Had more than they could do: They had to get another man,

To help them through the din, The " iron son," he came along,

And they took Putnam in.

Oh, yes, oh, &c.

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6 In Charlestown, things were springing up,

Which T may as well mention, Another partner was wanted,

To give that place attention ; A brave young man came by that way,

And he worked with a will, He fell — when by victory crowned,

Did Warren of Bunker Hill.

Oh, yes, oh, &o.

A gentleman from France then came

To this our scene of action, And so he thought to join the firm,

Would be a business transaction ; Next day another man was there,

Which we can ne'er forget, sirs, For it's burning letters showed,

The name ot " Lafayette,' sirs.

Oh, yes, oh, &e,

Now there was another little town,

That Freedom was nourishing, And all the people said around,

u Saratoga was flourishing ;" They sent a partner to that place,

So history relates, sirs, Who just merely fenced it in,

And then put up the " Gates," sirs.

Oh, yes, oh, &c

;

- V4 ■

Business did so increase,

That much larger were the stakes, sirs, Stock not only increased on land,

But likewise on the Lakes, sir; They took two more partners in,

To keep the firm quite merry, McDonough, he took Lake Champlain,

And Erie was took by Perry.

Oh, yes, oh, &e.

10 Now business it was thriving good,

Each day 'twas gaining bottom, Still they wanted some one else,

To protect the cotton ; At last a person passed that way,

Who had the proper means, sirs, They sent old Andrew Jackson down

To take care of New- Orleans, sirs. Oh, yes, oh, &0

11

Now this firm such a business did,

That Johnny was nicely done, sirs, And so Johnny at once concluded r

To go in with his son, sirs ; And now they drive a thriving trade,

Blest with joy, and peace, sirs, And may the business of this firm,

Each day by day, increase, sirs.

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