My meester vork'd me zoorly; Although he groombled all the day, Sae long as I could go into The woods, amang the deer; Oh, 'twas ma delight, in a zhiny night, year. Oh, 'twas ma delight, &c. But when ma meester wanted me And zhe zhone vera bright; Zo I zhow'd un a vine pair of heels, Without a bit of fear Oh, 'twas ma delight, in a zhiny night, Oh, 'twas ma delight, &c. I zhow'd un a vair pair of heels, And to the alehouse went, They zwore me wan amongst them then, Oh, 'twas ma delight, in a zhiny night, In the zeazon o' the year. Oh, 'twas ma delight, &c. Noo 'tis I can vire a long un, And a zhort un I can zell, And zometimes zend a haunch unto A vriend in town az well; A' poozles all the joostices, And makes the parzons zwear; Oh, 'twas ma delight, in a zhiny night, In the zeazon o' the year. Oh, 'twas ma delight, &c. As me and ma coomrades Lauks! the geamkeepoors carm oop to us, Case we could fight, and wrestle, lads, Oh, 'twas ma delight, on a zhiny night, Oh, 'twas ma delight, &c. Az me and ma coomerads Oh, 'twas ma delight, &c. We popt un in the bag, ma boys, Oh, 'twas ma delight, in a zhiny night, Oh, 'twas ma delight, &c. Then here's success to powching, For I does think it vair And here's look to ere a gentleman Az wants to buy a heere; Bad look to ere a gamekeepoor Az woona zell his deere. Oh, 'twas ma delight, in a zhiny night, In the zeazon o' the year. Oh, 'twas ma delight, &c. MORAL. Vhat made me vond of powching vurst, It vos because a vound that beef And mutton were zo deer. While I gets geame and wenzon cheap- Oh, 'twas ma delight, in a zhiny night, Oh, 'twas ma delight, &c. THE PEOPLE WHO STAND ON THE ALBERT SMITH.] STAIRS. Tune-"Goldminer's Song," FUNNILY, freely, progress now the revelries; While they are dancing, while bright eyes are glancing, And light hearts forgetting the world and its cares ; Let us for a minute quit the room and those in it, And peep at the people who stand on the stairs! Where is Kate Dalrymple! flirting of course she is! Charley Fitzgerald is standing close by; Soft are her whispers and full of remorse she is Mr. Slowman, who says waltzing makes his head giddy; Young Woffles, the poet, who gives himself airs; Dr. Box and Kate Dalrymple's brother, the middy, Are found 'mongst the people who stand on the stairs! Jawkins is there with a circle around him, To whom he is telling his usual lies; "Derby stop in through the session ?-confound him! He has not a chance-he wont take my advice !" There is Tom Honeyman, known as "that funny man," Who the loudest of shirt-studs and coral studs wears, Who is laughing and chaffing, and bitter beer quaff ing, Being always at supper when not on the stairs! Thus they go on with their fun and frivolity, THE ARCHERY MEETING. T. H. BAYLY.] [Music by GEORGE LINLEY. THE archery meeting is fixed for the third; I've bought summer bonnets for Rosa and Bess, Poor fat little Rosa! she's shooting all day! Dear Bess with her elegant figure and face, 'Twas awkward her shooting out Mrs. Flint's eye! They've made my poor husband an archer elect ; They dance on the lawn, and we mothers, alas ! UP IN THE MORNING EARLY. UP in the morning, up in the morning, Frae night till morn our squires they sat, Up in the morning early, &c. I hae got fou, Beldornie cried; |