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The Nightingale Club, in a village was held,
At the sign of the Cabbage and Shears,
Where the singers, no doubt, would have greatly excell'd,
But for want of —
Four-and-twenty fiddlers all of a row,
Four-and-twenty fiddlers —
Peaceful slumbering —
At the town of neat Clogheen,
Where —
The Graces they were gathering posies,
And found —
The finest ram, sir, that ever was fed on hay:
This ram was fat behind, sir, this ram was fat before,
This ram was —
A flaxen-headed cow boy, as simple as may be,

And next, a merry plough boy, who whistled —
Old King Cole, was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he,
He called for —
The lass of Patie's mill, so bonny, blithe, and gay,
In spite of all my skill, she stole —
A bold dragoon, with his —
O dear! what can the matter be!
Dear, dear, what can the matter be —
For, of all the girls that are so smart,
There's none like pretty Sally,
She is the darling of my heart,
And she lives with —
Robin Adair;
What made the ball so fine?
What made the assembly shine?
Oh! it was —
The rum old Commodore,
The battered old Commodore,
For the bullets and the gout,
Have so knock'd his hull about,
That he'll never more be fit for —
The Maid of Lodi, who sweetly sung —
Call again to-morrow, call again to-morrow;
Can't you, can't you, call again to-morrow.

PART SECOND.

A master I have, and I am his man,
Gallopping dreary dun,
And he'll get —
A regiment of Irish dragoons, and they were quartered —
In a mouldering cave, the abode of despair;
As Britannia sat weeping her loss —
She mourn'd for her Wolfe, and exclaim'd in despair —
'Twas in the good ship Rover,
I sail'd the world around,
And for ten years, and over,
I never touch'd —
Roy's wife of Aldivalloch,
Roy's wife of Aldivalloch!
Wot ye how she cheated me —
In the Bay of Biscay, O!

Cease, rude Boreas, blustering railer,
List, ye landsmen, all to me:
Messmates, hear a brother sailor,
Sing —
Oh, hush thee, my darling, the hour will soon come,
When thy sleep shall be broken, by —
The wood-pecker tapping the hollow beech tree,
The wood-pecker tapping —
Poor Sally's wooden-ware,
Who all for money barters:
Her cottons, tapes, her top-knots rare,
Her bodkins, lace, and —
Paddy Shannon, high mounted, on his trotting little pony,
Who set off on a journey, from Leather lane to Bow,
To ogle Widow Wilkins, whom he courted for—her money,
And, tugging at his bridle, cried —
Don't I look spruce on my Neddy,
In spite of his kicking and prancing?
Gee up, and come hither, boy, steady;
Mr. Neddy, I'm not fond of dancing —
When absent from her, whom my soul holds most dear —
What a medley—what a medley of —
Old chairs to mend! old chairs to mend! —
A very good song, and very well sung,
And we're jolly companions every one —
Thus the Nightingale Club, daily kept up their clamour,
And we're nightly knock'd down, by the president's hammer.
We're nightly, we're nightly knock'd down, knock'd down by the president's hammer!

PART THIRD.

Your pardon, kind gentlefolks, pray,
I'm call'd, once more, to roar out a song, sir,
And when a lad's call'd on—they say —
Come bustle, neighbour Prig,
Buckle on your hat and wig,
In your Sunday's clothes so gaily —
Together we will range the fields —
When the wolf in nightly prowl,
Bays the moon with —
Will you come to the bower I have shaded for you?
Your bed shall be —

On that spot, in ancient lore oft named,
Where —
Giles Scroggins courted Molly Brown,
Ri tol de riddle lol de ray!
The fairest wench in all our town,
Tiddle lol de riddle lol de ray!
If you love me, as I love you, —
On this cold flinty rock, I will lay down my head,
And sweetly I'll sing —
Bound 'prentice to a waterman, I learnt a bit to row,
But, bless your heart, I always was so gay,
That to treat —
An old woman in Yorkshire, in Yorkshire she did dwell —
She lov'd —
Billy Taylor, a brisk young fellow,
Full of mirth, and full of glee.
And his mind he did diskiver —
To a frog, who would a woing go,
Heigho! says Rowley.
Whether his mother would let him or no, with his —
Here's a health to all good lasses!
Here's a health to all good lasses!
Here's a health to —
Our Gracious Queen!
Long live our noble Queen!
God save the Quee
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save the Queen!