Good people all pray give at'ention,
Some simple facts I'm going to mention,
Concernin ; the Emperor's Sunday Sailing
Some humbugs are about it railing.
The working-classes, of each station,
They're trying to stop from relaxation;
The poor man now upon a Sunday,
Must get a muzzle put on till Monday.
Oh, dear, Oh. dear, what a fuss they're making
About the Emperor's Sunday breaking.
Some swells to church in carriage riding,
While cooks at home they're grub s providing,
Such roasting, boiling, and pies a-baking,
Yet say they are not Sabbath breaking.
The coachman drives the horses home, Sir,
The animal covered wi' white foam, sir,
And the groom is sent into the stable,
To work like Turk, while he is able.
Oh, dear, &c.
But the working man must have his pleasure,
And wink at bigots such as these are,
We'l have our Sunday s recreation,
In spite of either wealth or station,
The poor no other day can find, sir,
To take the air, and please the mind, sir,
But the recreation got on Sunday,
Makes them like hulls for their work on Monday.
Oh, dear, &c.
For the better observance of the Sunday,
You must not milk your cows till Monday,
Let ducks and geese be kept from squeaking,
Or they will call it Sabbatn breaking.
The hens must have their bills all tied up.
The horses and pigs must all be styed up,
The cock on the roost must be gagge to Monday.
For fear he dares to crow on Sunday.
Oh, dear, &c.
On Sunday the mice may roam with plasure,
But must not taste the cupboards treasure,
The cats their claws must keep from scratching,
The hens their chikcens cease from hatching.
On Sunday your doors need not be locked,
There'll be no occasion to mind your pocket,
For even the prigs themselves on Sunday,
Must stop from stealing until Monday.
Oh, dear, &c.
Now every one of moral thinking,
Will say it's better than whiskey drinking,
To take a trip just down the river,
And view the plesant works of nature.
In the police office you d not be seen, sir,
With a broken nose, nor yet black e'en, sir ,
The DAWNING of the DAY.
As I walked out one morning fair, all in the summer time.
Each bush and tree was dressed in green & valleys in their prime.
Returning home from a wake, through the fields I took my way
And there I met a comely maid at the dawning of the day.
No shoes nor stockings cap nor cloak. this comely maid did wear
Her hair like shining silver twist, hung o'er her shoulders bare.
With milking pail within her hand. so noble and so gay.
As she appeared like Venus bright at the dawning of the day.
Her checks were like a rose in bloom, her skin Ike lillies fair
Her breath live lavender perfumes that cent the balmy air,
She did appear like Helen fair, or Flora queen of May.
This girl bright did me delight by the downing of the day.
Said I. sweet lovely female, where are you for so soon.
I m going a milking sir, she said, all in the month of June.
The pasture where that I must go it is so far away,
I must he there each morning clear, by the dawning of the day.
You've time enough my dear, said he suppose it was a mile.
So on this velvet primrose let s sit and chat a while,
O sir, said she, my hurry will admit of no delay,
Look round, the morning breaks, tis the dawning of the day.
As thus she spoke my arms I twined about her lovely waist,
I set her on a primrose bank and there did her embrace,
Leave off your freedom, sir. she said, and let me go my way.
The time is come I can't delay, it's the dawning of the day
But when the lovely damsel came to herself again.
With heavy sighs and downcast eyes, she sorely did complais.
Young man, she said. I'm sore afraid that you did me betray,
My virgin bloom you've got too soon by the dawning of the day.
I kissed my love at parting then crossed o'er the plain.
And in the course of seven months I met my love there again.
She seemed to be dropsical as she tripped o er the lea,
And carelessly I passed her by at the noontime of the day.
The tears ran down her rosy cheeks, and bitterly she cried.
She said, young man, I think it is time that I was made your
I pray make good the damage done, as yon before did say.
And don t forget the time we met by the dawning of the day.
I said fair lovely damsel. I hope you'll me excuse, -
To join with you in wedlock's bands indeed I must refuse,
For I lately have been married to a maid near Pantry Bay.
With whom I got three hundred pounds by the dawning of the
This sadden blunt refusal did not with her agree.
She said you'll gain no credit in thus deluding me,
Now I may be a warning piece to other maidens gay.
Never to leave their parent's home by the dawning of the day.
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