I dakes it all back, vat I said bout de crowns
Dat all was a schwindel, you know;

You vill sheat me out of my rights, if you can,i wuA
But I vill not be hoombugged so.

I vill come back vare de sauer-kraut grows,

And de lager-bier flows like de streams: wi... Oh! goot leber vurst, mit pretzels and bier,

Are de themes of my midnight dreams!

Chorus.

THE WEARING OF THE GREEN.” BA

They've trampled on poor Ould Ireland,
And made the stones to weep:
And many a man they've hunted down,
Lies in his long, last sleep!00

The English they have done all this,
Our best blood they have shed;
Father and sons lie side by side, v
Mothers and daughters are dead!

But they cannot kill the Shamrock,
Of patriot signs the Queen:

And they cannot stop an Irishman
From wearing of the Green!

They may shed our blood, and make the land

The wildest ever seen;

But every blade of grass pluck up,
Before they kill the Green!

THE CHARMING YOUNG LADY I MET IN THE

RAIN.

By J. G. PETERS,

AIR: "Jenny Jones."

Oh! listen to me, and a tale I will tell you,

That happened to me, when to London I came,
By the Great Western Railway: at Paddington Station,
I found to my horror, 'twas pouring with rain.
A large umbrella I had bought in the country,

I quickly put up, its shelter to gain,

When I saw tripping on, so lightly before me,
A charming young woman I met in the rain.

I soon caught up to her, and begged she'd excuse me,
But could she direct me my way to Islington-Green?
She looked up and said: If I'd no objection,

She would show me the way, said this fair little Queen.
Arm-in-arm, we then walked, so happy together;

She looked up and smiled, when I begged for her name, And, blushing, said: Sir, I'm called Milly:

Did this fair little creature I met in the rain.

At length, we arrived on Holborn-Hill,

When she said she felt queer: for, her side with pain ached. So, into a tavern I soon did persuade her,

Some brandy and water then to partake.

She drank it, exclaiming, Dear sir, I feel better,
I filled it but, oh! she soon drank it again,
And thought, as I paid for the brandy and water,
What a charming lady I'd met in the rain!

She pressed me to drink: which I did quite freely,

Till at length, feeling queer, for, my head it went round, I made for a seat that was close beside me,

But losing my balance, I fell to the ground.

She rushed to assist me, the same time snatching,
Oh! at my waistcoat, my gold watch and chain

I cried out: Stop thief! as through the door she was running,
Oh! that artful young woman I met in the rain!

I cried out: Police! when the mob gathered round me,
And asked me the way that the thief she had run,

I said: Down the hill! when they laughed and abused me. One chap said I was mad, but soon found he was wrong. A blow at his head I quickly did level,

Which blacked his eyes, and he could not see plain; And the Policemen then dragged me off to the Station, Through that artful young woman I met in the rain.

Next morn, at the police-court, I stood before the Magistrate, And charged with assault, when they fined me five pounds But having no money, for, that I'd been robbed of,

With shame and with grief, my head hung to the ground. I was locked up in default, and a fortnight did serve them, Oh! in Cold-bath-Fields! which gave me much pain, So, young men, take warning at my misfortune; Beware of those girls that you meet in the rain!

LOUEY NAPOLEON.

As sung by S. S. PURDY.

Louey Nap is trying,

'Way down in Mexico,
To build another empire up;
But Uncle Sam says: No!

Napoleon he may try it,

And show his lack of sense;

But, soon, he will be gobbled up

By his Maximilian-Prince.

Chorus: Flip flap, flip flap, jump right up,

And break your back;

For, I'm going down, to Washington,
To fight for Uncle Sam.

We'd let you rest for a little while;

For, your race is nearly run:

For you can't give a throne to Mexico:

No: nary time: not one:

So, take advice, friend Louey,

Keep away from Mexico:

For, the doctrine we will carry out

Was taught by Old Monroe.

Chorus: Flip flap, flip flap, &c.

The Russian Czar he sent a fleet
Out here, to Yankee-Land;
And nobly did we welcome them,
With open heart and hand.
A firm alliance is our plan:
We'll make a Bully pair

With the Yankee-Doodle Eagle,

And the Russian Rugged Bear.

Chorus: Flip flap, flip flap, &c.

JUMP! JUMP! JUMP!

OUR FRIENDS ARE COMING.

On the Island, here, we sit
In a close and dismal cell,

With Long-Island's pleasant shades within our sight,
Just because, us jolly boys,

We went out upon a SWELL,

And got on a good and glorious Big Tight.

Jump jump jump! our friends are coming:
Cheer up! Bummers, they are near,

And Ten dollars fine they'll pay;

And the keeper then will say:

You can go! and we will leave him with a cheer!
Chorus: Jump! jump! &c.

In the dining-room we sat,

When they dished us out the mush,

And we sent the stuff a flying, spoon by spoon;
But before we had enough

Of the thin and watery slush,

We were told to wait for more until the noon.

Jump! jump! jump! &c

In our Island cell we sit,

Thinking of the Bully boys,

Who will come and pay our fines, and get us out :

When our striped garb we'll doff,

And our empty bellies fill,

And we'll drink our Beer and Bourbon with a shout.

Jump! jump! jump! &c.

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THE CAPTURE OF JEFF DAVIS.
By EUGENE T. JOHNST.N.

AIR.-The Quilting Party.

Poor Jeff's career is at an end;
He was quickly overtaken,
On his way to that Sequestered Spot,
Where he ran to save his bacon.
When he heard of Bobby Lee's mishap,
He jumped into the saddle:

And for the shores of Mexico,

He made a grand skedaddle.

Chorus.

But Uncle Sam now holds him fast,
And, ere long, we shall see, sirs,
This Arch-Traitor dangling, in the air,
On a sour apple tree, sirs.

This pink of Southern Chivalry,
Head of a defunct nation,

Whom nothing else would satisfy

But freedom or extermination:

When he saw a squad of Northern Yanks

Coming close behind, sirs,

He threw off his masculine attire

For his wife's crinoline, sirs.

Then he made tracks for the woods,
Closely followed by the guard, sirs;

For, Samuel's boys made up their minds,
To take the big reward, sirs.

His identity was clear enough,

Chorus.

When, through the woods, he'd scoot, sirs:

The dress, being short, exposed to view
A pair of spurs and boots, sirs.

Of pride, oh! what a fall was there,
After all Jeff's idle vaunting:

He'd dictate peace on Bunker-Hill,
The Stars and Bars a flaunting!

But he tried the courage of the North,
And never knew them falter,
But now he'll try another tie,

A Yankee hempen halter!..

Chorus.

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