WEEL MAY THE KEEL ROW.

Oh! who is like my Johnny,
So leish, so blithe, so bonny,
He's foremost 'mang the mony
Keel lads o' Coaly Tyne.
He'll set or row so tightly,
As in the dance so sprightly,
He'll cut or shuffle lightly.

'Tis true, were he not mine. Weel may the Keel row, the Keel row, The Keel row,

Weel may the Keel row, and safe my laddie bring.

He has nae mair of learning
Than tells his weekly earning,
Yet right fram wrong discerning,
Tho' brave no bruiser he.
Tho' he no worth a plack is,
His ain coat on his back is,
And none can say that black is
The white o' Johnny's e'e.

Weel may the Keel row, &c.

He wears a blue bonnet,
Blue bonnet, blue bonnet,
He wears a blue bonnet,
A dimple in his chin.
As I cam' thro' Sandgate,
Thro' Sandgate, thro' Sandgate,
As I cam' thro' Sandgate,

I heard a lassie sing

Weel may the Keel row, &c.

WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME When Johnny comes marching home again,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

We'll give him a hearty welcome then,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

The men shall cheer, the boys shall shout,
The ladies they shall all turn out,

And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home,

And we'll all feel gay, &c.

Make ready for the Jubilee,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

We'll give the hero three times three,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

The laurel wreath is ready now,

To place upon his noble brow,

And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home,

And we'll all feel gay, &c.

The old church bells shall peal with joy,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

To welcome home our darling boy,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

The village lads and lasses say,
With roses they will strew the way,

And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home,

And we'll all feel gay, &c.

Let love and friendship on that day,

Hurrah! Hurrah!

Hurrah! Hurrah!

Their choicest treasures all display;

And each one shall perform some part,

To fill with joy the warrior's heart,

And we'll all feel gay when Johnny comes marching home,

And we'll all feel gay, &c.

WIDDICOMBE FAIR.

(Old Devonshire Song.)

"Tom Pearse, Tom Pearse, lend me your grey mare; All along, down along, out along lee!

For I want for to go to Widdicombe Fair
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer,

Peter Gurney, Peter Davy,
Dan'l Whiddon, Harry Hawk,

Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all,
Old Uncle Tom Cobleigh and all!"

And when shall I see again my grey mare?"
All along, &c.

By Friday soon, or Saturday noon,—

Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer," &c.

Then Friday came and Saturday noon;
All along, &c.

But Tom Pearse's old mare hath not trotted home,
Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c.

So Tom Pearse he got up to the top of the hill, All along, &c.

And he see'd his old mare down a -making her will, Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c.

So Tom Pearse's old mare her took sick and died; All along, &c.

And Tom he sat down on a stone and he cried For Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c.

But this isn't the end of this shocking affair;
All along, &c.

Nor-though they be dead--of the horrid career
Of Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c.

When the wind whistles cold on the moor of a night,

All along, &c.

Tom Pearse's old mare doth appear gashly white, Wi' Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c.

And all the long night be heard skirling and groans,

All along, &c.

From Tom Pearse's old mare in her rattling bones, And from Bill Brewer, Jan Stewer, &c.

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WILL YE NO COME BACK AGAIN?

Jacobite Song.

Bonnie Charlie's noo awa'

Safely o'er the friendly main ; Mony a heart will break in twa Should he ne'er come back again. Will ye no come back again? Will ye no come back again ? Better lo'ed ye canna be

Will ye no come back again?

English bribes were a' in vain,
Tho' puir and puirer we maun be;
Siller canna buy the heart

That aye beats warm for thine and thee,
Will ye no, &c.

We watched thee in the gloamin' hour,
We watched thee in the morning grey,
Though thirty thousand pounds they gie,
Oh! there is nane that wad betray.
Will ye no, &c.

Sweet's the laverock's note and lang,
Liltin' wildly up the glen;

But aye to me he sings ae sang,

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Will ye no come back again?"
Will ye no, &c.