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An Original Collection of Songs

sung at the Theatres Royal, Public Concerts &c. &c. By W. T. Moncrieff

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2. PART THE SECOND.

Female.
Return, O my Love, and we'll never never part—

Male.
March, march, Ettrick and Teviotdale!
Why my lads, dinna ye march on in order?

Female.
March, march, Barnsley and Liddesdale,
All the blue bonnets are—

Male.
Hokee Pokee, Wank a Fum,
The King of the Cannibal Islands!

Female.
Come arouse thee—arouse thee,
My merry Swiss boy—
Come arouse, and to labour away!

Male.
Come arouse thee—arouse thee,
My merry Swiss boy,
And—

Female.
Strike, strike, strike the light, the light guitar!
Strike, strike—

Male.
A queer little man, very how came you so?
Who set out on a dark stormy night.

Female.
It was past twelve o'clock—he'd a long way to go
To—

Male.
Sweet Katty O'Lynch
Lived at Bally na Hinch,
And her sweetheart was—

Female.
Once a little boy—
Heigho! heigho!
Then with him 'twas sweet to—

Male.
Haste to Kelvin Grove,
Bonnie lassie, O!
Let us haste—

Female.
Where the aspens quiver,
Down by the flowing river,
And bring—

Female.
Oysters, sir! oysters, sir! oysters, sir, I cry,
Come buy my native oysters. O! For—


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Male.
It is our opening day!

Female.
It is our opening day!
It is—

Male.
Past twelve o'clock, and a starlight morning,
Past twelve o'clock!
So—

Female.
Rise, gentle moon, and light me to my lover!
Gentle moon! gentle moon!

Male.
For we're a' noddin',
Nid nid noddin'—so—

Female.
Wake, dearest, wake, and together united
We'll wander to yonder grove.

Male.
For it's good to be merry and wise—
It's good to be honest and true—
It's good to—

Ambo
Away with melancholy,
Nor doleful changes ring
On life and human folly—
But merrily, merrily sing
Fal la?