Four excelent songs/Mutton chops, or dripping pan lovers

MUTTON CHOPS: OR DRIPPING PAN LOVERS.

A soldier and a sailor once,
⁠By cupid were betrayed;
Both fell in love—(illegible text) dire mischance,
⁠Wih tte same blac-eyed maid.

The sailor by a cannon shot,
⁠Was of a leg berest.
And from that time it was his lot,
⁠To have but one leg left.
Tol, lol de rol de rol, dol lol, tol de rol,
Dol dol de rol de rol dol lol.

'Twas Molly Cook their love possess'd,
⁠For she plump and round,
And then such nire roast beef she drest,
⁠With chickens ham and tongue.

Oh thou enchanting Molly cook,
⁠Too lonely enduring fair.
Who on thy bill of fare could look,
⁠And yet to love forbear.

One day the sailor he came there,
⁠Rigg'd out, in clofhes quite new,
His trowsers of strip'd (illegible text) on were,
⁠His jacket old true blue.

"Oh charming Molly cook." he cried,
"My love!" then made a stop
What would you have?" Molly replied,
Quoth he, "A mutton chop.

Poor Molly as you all will
⁠Expected something more,
And moping went, (how could she less?)
⁠The larder to explore.

Says she, "how will, yon have them drest
⁠My hero of the navy?"
Quoth he, dear: Moll I like'em best,
⁠Fried—and full of gravy."

Te cook em straight she did begin.
⁠And o'er the mutton sigh'd,
When lo! the soldier he marched in,
⁠Just as the chops were fried,

Enrag'd—quoth he, "I treason smell,
⁠Your precious limb I'll lop.."
"My eyes" says Jack, "what lies you tell,
⁠You only smell—a chop.

A smart engamgement did ensue
⁠Between these men-of-war.
But mutton did the rage subdue,
⁠Of soldier and of tar.

On Molly's chops these warlike men,
⁠Fell foul like heroes bold,
What happen'd else—before—or thee,
⁠Why—Molly never told.