Courtship & marriage

            WILLIAM

                        AND

             HARRIET

White, Printer, 33, Rose Place, Liverpool.

It's of a rich gentleman in London did d well,
He had a young daughter a farmer lov'd
well,                                                  (true,
Because she was handsome and lov'd him so
But her father he ordered her to bid him adieu.

O Father dear Father, I'm not so inclined,
To drive my young farmer quite out of my mind
Oh, unruly daughter, confined you shall be,
And I'll send your young farmer far over the
sea.

As she was sitting in her bower one day,
And William was waiting he heard her to say,
She sung like a linnet and appeared like a dove
And the song that she sung was concerning her
love.

She had not been there long when William he
pass d by,
And on his dear Harriet he cast a longing eye,
He said your cruel father with mine did agree,
To send me a sailing far over the sea.

She said my dear William with you will I go,
Since my cruel father has served me so,
I'll pass for your shipmate and do all I can,
With William I'll venture like a jolly young
man.

So, drest like a sailor as near as could be,
Saying we'll both go together across the salt sea
So they both went together to a foreign shore,
And never to England return any more.

As they was sailing by some foreign shore,
The wind from the ocean began for to roar,
The ship she went down to the bottom of the
sea,
And cast on an island was William and she

They rambled together some place for to spy,
They had nothing to eat and no where to lie,
So they sat down together upon the cold ground
While the waves and the tempest made a terri-
ble sound.

As hunger came on them and death drawing
nigh,
They folded together intending to die,
What pair could be bolder to bid this world
adieu,
And there they must moulder like lovers so true.

So all you true lovers who that way pass by,
Pray drop a tear from your glittering ye,
One tear drop with pity and point to the way,
Where William and Harriet a slumbering do
lay.

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               Polly Perkins.

I'm broken-hearted milkman, is grief I'm arrayed,
Thro' keeping the company of a young servant maid,
Who lived on board wages to keep the house clean,
In a gentleman's family in Paddington Green.

         She was as beautiful as a butterfly,
               And as proud as a queen,
         Was pretty little Polly Perkins,
               Of Paddington Green.

Her eyes was as black as the pips of a pear,
No rose in the garden with her cheeks could compare
Her hair hung in ringlets so beautiful and long,
I thought that she loved me, but I found I was wrong

When I'd rattle in the morning and cry milk below,
At the sound of my milk cans her face would show,
With a smile on her countenance and a laugh in her
eye,
If I thought she'd not love me, I'd lay down to die

When I asked her to marry me, she said "Oh ! what
stuff!"
And told me to drop it, for she'd had quite enough,
Of my nonsense—at the same time I'd been very kind,
But to marry a milkman she did not feel inclined.

The words that she uttered went right through my heart,
I sobbed and sighed, and from her did depart
With a tear on my eyelids as big as a bean,
Bidding good-bye to Polly and Paddington Green.

In six months she married, this hard-heared girl,
But it was not a wicount, and it was not a nearl,
It was not a barrow knight, but a shade or two
'T was the bow-legged conductor of a two-penny bus

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