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Lily of the Vale. PRICE ONE PENNY. Copies of this favourite song can only he had in the POET'S BOX Tune-Original, Come, flow'ret, come hither, thy sweets shall not wither, Unsheltered here beneath the chilling gale; Fond mem'ries they waken of scenes now forsaken, And her we called our lily of the vale. Come, come, come, then come, Come where no harm can assail, I'll cherish a duty in shielding thy beauty. Fair lily, fair lily of the vale. Of one stricken-hearted, from earth now departed, Of whom so oft we told the fleeting tale; What thoughts newly burning, what days seem returning, At night of thee, young lily of the vale. Then come, &c. Thy light pearly cluster, thy soft modest lustre, Shall grace my humble cot in yonder dale; And there in fond measure of her our lost treasure, I'll sing to thee, fair lily of the vale. Then come, &c. Letterpress Printing. THE POET is admitted to be the Cheapest Letterpress Printer in the city. Soiree, Concert, Subscription Sale, and Business Cards, at Prices defying competition. Circulars, Invoice Tops, Programmes, Society Articles, Posters, Labels, Handbills, and every description of Letter- press Printing, executed with taste, accuracy, and despatch. Orders from the country receive prompt attention. CATALOGUE OF NEWEST SONGS. The bonny fishwife Sarah Bell Jemima Jane The Merchant of Venice Oh, my, my story it is true Duncan Gray Fisherman and the monkey Star-spangled banner Woman the Joy and Pride of the Land Sweet spirit hear my prayer Battle of the kitchen furniture The railway guard Darby Magaire Land of green ginger Auld Quarry Knowe Paddle your own canoe Riding in a donkey car Slap bang On board the Kangaroo Style in which it's done Shelling green peas The stirrup-cup Penal servitude Come into the garden, Maud Tramp, tramp, tramp The mangle Try a little dancing The Sugar Shop The three fishers O'Ruare's lament Dandy Pat Gallant female sailor The True Orange Boy Ane an' be dune Wi't Dantel versus Dishclout Knight Templar's dream Mouse-trap man Health to the outward bound Done on the spree Jolly old son of a gun It's wonderful how we do it but we do God bless the Prince of Wales I vow'd I never would leave her Girls of the Cooking Depot Mauve kid glove Rocky road to Dublin Saturday Morning, March 2, 1867.
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1867 shelfmark: L.C.1269(166b)
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