Then he cried, "Come here, you Dutchman queer,
To-day you must fight with me;
For while I ride the rolling tide,
I'll be second to none," said he.
So he blazed away at the Dutchman gay,
Till he made Mynheer to fall;

Then he hoisted a whip to the mast of his ship,
And he cried to his merry men all:

'I've a whip at the fore," said he,

For a whip is the sign for me, That the world may know wherever I go I ride and rule the sea."

A-HUNTING WE WILL GO.

Fielding.

The dusky night rides down the sky,
And ushers in the morn;

The hounds all join in glorious cry,
The huntsman winds his horn.
Then a-hunting we will go.

The wife around her husband throws
Her arms, and begs him stay;
My dear, it rains, it hails, it snows,
You will not hunt to-day?

But a-hunting we will go.

A brushing fox in yonder wood
Secure to find we seek;

For why, I carried sound and good
A cart-load there last week.

And a-hunting we will go.

Away he goes, he flies the rout,
Their steeds all spur and switch;
Some are thrown in, and some thrown out,
And some thrown in the ditch.

But a-hunting we will go.

At length his strength to faintness worn
Poor Reynard ceases flight;

Then hungry homeward we return,

To feast away the night.

Then a-hunting we will go.

ALL AMONG THE BARLEY.

Come out, 'tis now September,
The hunter's moon's begun,
And through the wheaten stubble
Is heard the frequent gun;
The leaves are paling yellow
Or kindling into red,

And the ripe and golden barley
Is hanging down its head.
All among the barley,

Who would not be blithe,
When the free and happy barley
Is smiling on the scythe?

The spring is like a young maid,
That does not know her mind,
The summer is a tyrant

Of most unrighteous kind,

The autumn is an old friend
That loves one all he can,
And that brings the happy barley
To glad the heart of man.
All among, &c.

The wheat is like a rich man
That's sleek and well to do,
The oats are like a pack of girls,
Laughing and dancing too;
The rye is like a miser

That's sulky, lean and small,
But the free and bearded barley
Is the monarch of them all.
All among, &c.

AULD LANG SYNE.

Burns.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind,
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,

We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

We twa hae run about the braes,
And pu'ed the gowans fine,

But we've wandered mony a weary foot
Sin auld lang syne.

For auld, &c.

We twa hae paidl't in the burn,
Frae morning sun till dine,

But seas between us braid hae roared

Sin auld lang syne.

For auld, &c.

And here's a hand, my trusty friend,

And gie's a hand o' thine,

And we'll take a right gude willie waught For auld lang syne.

For auld, &c.

And surely ye'll be your pint stoup,

And surely I'll be mine,

And we'll take a cup of kindness yet

For auld lang syne.

For auld, &c.

THE BAILIFF'S DAUGHTER.

There was a youth and a well-beloved youth,
And he was a squire's son,

He loved a bailiff's daughter dear
That lived in Islington.

But she was coy, and never would
On him her heart bestow,

Till he set out for London town
Because he loved her so.

When seven years had passed away,
She put on mean attire,

And straight to London she would go
About him to inquire.

And as she went along the road,
Through weather hot and dry,

She rested on a grassy road

And her love came riding by.

"Give me a penny, thou 'prentice good, "Relieve a maid forlorn.'

"Before I give you a penny, sweetheart, Pray tell me where you were born."

"Oh! I was born at Islington ""Then tell me if you know

"The bailiff's daughter of that place."

She died, Sir, long ago."

"If she be dead, then take my horse,

My saddle and bridle also;

"For I will to some far country,

"Where no man shall me know."

"Oh stay; oh stay! thou goodly youth, "She standeth by thy side

"She's here alive-she is not dead