CHARLIE IS MY DARLING.

Jacobite Song.

Charlie is my darling, my darling, my darling, Charlie is my darling, the young Chevalier. 'Twas on a Monday morning,

Right early in the year,

That Charlie came to our town,
The young Chevalier.

And Charlie is my darling, &c.

As he cam walking up the street,
The pipes played loud and clear;
And young and auld cam out to greet
The young Chevalier.

And Charlie is my darling, &c.

O up yon heathery mountain,
And down yon scroggy glen,
We daurna gang a-milking,
For Charlie and his men.

And Charlie is my darling, &c,

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CHEER, BOYS, CHEER!

Cheer, boys, cheer! no more of idle sorrow; Courage, true hearts shall bear us on our way; Hope points before and shows the bright to-morrow, Let us forget the darkness of to-day.

So farewell, England, much as we adore thee, We'll dry the tears that we have shed before. Why should we weep to sail in search of fortune? So farewell, England! farewell for evermore,

Cheer, boys, cheer! for country, mothercountry,

Cheer, boys, cheer! the willing strong right hand,

Cheer, boys, cheer! there's wealth for honest labour,

Cheer, boys, cheer! for the new and happy land.

Cheer, boys, cheer! the steady breeze is blowing
To float us freely o'er the ocean's breast;
The world shall follow in the track we're going,
The star of Empire glitters in the West.
Here we had toil and little to reward it,

But there shall plenty smile upon our pain,
And ours shall be the prairie and the forest,
And boundless meadows ripe with golden grain.
Cheer, boys, cheer! for England, mother
England,

Cheer, boys, cheer! united heart and hand, Cheer, boys, cheer! there's wealth for honest

labour,

Cheer, boys, cheer! for the new and happy land,

CLEMENTINE.

In a cavern in a cañon,
Excavating for a mine,
Dwelt a miner forty-niner,

And his daughter Clementine.
Light she was, and like a fairy,

And her shoes were number nine, Herring boxes without topses

Sandals were for Clementine.

Oh my darling! Oh my darling! my darling Clementine,

You are lost to me for ever,-dreadful sorry, Clementine!

Drove she ducklings to the water
Every morning just as nine,
Stubbed her toe against a splinter,
Fell into the raging brine.
In a corner of the churchyard,
Where the myrtle boughs entwine,
Grow the roses in their posies,
Fertilised by Clementine.

Oh my darling! &c., &c.

COCKLES AND MUSSELS.

In Dublin's fair city, where girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone;

She wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad and narrow,

Crying Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!"'
Alive, alive oh! alive, alive oh!"

Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!"

She was a fishmonger, and shure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before;
She wheeled her wheelbarrow through streets broad
and narrow,

Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!"
Alive, alive oh!" &c.

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She died of a faver, and nothing could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone;
Her ghost wheels her barrow through streets broad
and narrow,

Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!"
60 Alive, alive oh!" &c.

COME, LASSES AND LADS.

17th Century.

Come, lasses and lads, get leave of your dads,
And away to the Maypole hie,

For every fair has a sweetheart there,

And the fiddler's standing by;

For Willy shall dance with Jane, and Johnny has got his Joan,

To trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it up and down.

'You're out," says Dick. "Not I," says Nick, "'Twas the fiddler played it wrong."

"'Tis true," says Hugh, and so says Sue,

And so says every one:

The fiddler then began to play the tune again,
And every girl did trip it, trip it, trip it to the men.

Then after an hour they went to a bower,
And played for ale and cakes

And kisses too,-until they were due,

The lasses held the stakes:

The girls did then begin to quarrel with the men, And bid them take their kisses back and give them their own again.

"Good night," says Harry;

says Mary:

"Good night,"

"Good night," says Dolly to John;

"Good night," says Sue to her sweetheart Hugh,

Good night," says every one:

Some walked and some did run; some loitered on

the way,

And bound themselves by kisses twelve to meet the next holiday.