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Some of our patriots, in the dark,
May try to aid you in your "wark;"
But, muzzl’d, they can only bark,
And loungers prove in the morning.
Then Bonaparte, &c.
Your piteous measures to fulfil,
Against our trade you try your skill;
But that won’t bring us to your will
While we can rise in the morning.
Then Bonaparte, &c.
My Brethren, then, just to display
Our sentiments on such a day,
Permit, me, in your name, to say
We’ll meet the French in the morning.
Then Bonaparte, &c.
NOBODY COMING TO MARRY ME.
Last night the dogs did bark,
I went to the gates to see
When every lass had her spark,
but nobody comes to me.
And its O dear what shall become of me!
O dear what shall I do!
Nobody coming to marry me,
nobody coming to woo.
Last time that I went to my prayers,
I pray’d for half a day,
