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THE DISSATISFIED MAN ;

OR, ANYTHING TO MAKE A CHANGE.

A popular Comic Song, written by J. Bruton.

Existence is monotonous,
To me, at least, I must confess ;
To dress and sleep, to eat and drink,
To drink and eat—to sleep and dress—
The same dull labour o'er again,
Day after day the self same range ;
I'm really tired, and fairly sigh
For any thing to make a change.
I've got a wife who's amiable—
Does every thing my mind to soothe ;
No earthly thing can ruffle her,
Her temper is so very smooth.
Now, other men can meet with scolds,
Who'll fight, and drink, and from them range ;
I wish my wife would thrash me well—
Oh anything to make a change.
The joys of having constant health,
I've heard the ailing often praise ;
I'm thirty turn'd yet ne'er have had
A whole hour's illness all my days.
All suffer something but poor I,
Which is most vexing sad and strange ;
I can't e'en get a broken leg—
Or any thing to make a change.
An accident by flood or fire,
Every one but I can meet ;
Can fall into the river, or,
Can get burnt out, or some such treat.
I leave a candle carlessly,
At home, when out at night I range ;
But I ne'er find my house burnt down,
Or any thing to make a change.
For years have I belonged to clubs,
And money paid, and pay it still,
But ne'er have had a farthing out,
For luck I ne'er had to be ill ;
'Tis not that I the money want,
But I'd this sameness disarrange—
Oh, for a little wholesome pain,
Or any thing to make a change.
Munching ravenously, I've seen,
A baked potato, some poor wight,
And I have looked with envy at
The ragged rascal's appetite.
On luxuries I feast each day,
Just like the dainty bee can range—
But oh ; for bread and water fare,
Or anything to make a change.
This tedium is intolerable—
I'll on some alteration hit ;
Like Megrim, I must kill myself,
Just to enliven me a bit.
But there's a sameness here, good folks,
From which I hope I ne'er may change
Your happy smiling faces round,
I never can wish them to change.

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I AIN'T SUCH A FOOL AS I LOOK.

A very popular Song, written by Mr. Wilcox.

            TUNE.—Major Longbow.

I was born in a country town,
Of schooling but little I had,
The pride of her sex was my mam,
Though I can't say as much for my dad.
He found a thing what was'nt lost,
For which he was soon brought to book —
Be honest, now, take my advice,
For I ain't such a fool as I look !
Ri tol, &c.

Some say that a GENUS I've got
For writing blank verses or rhyme,
Or for MELLER DRAM, op'ra, or farce,
I've ideas will suit'em all prime.
My writings to this very day,
Have fill'd a large ciphering book—
'Tis true my dear friends, what I say,
For I ain't such a fool as I look !
Ri tol, &c.

I never drink table-beer, when
There's wine to be had in its stead ;
I never will sleep among straw,
Whenever I can get a bed.
Of all the friends in the world,
O  give me a good natur'd cook—
You may laugh—there's no GREEN about me,
For I ain't such a fool as I look !
Ri tol, &c.

I came up to Lunnon's great town,
To see all the sights that are rare,
A damsel soon overtook me,
Sich a CREETUR with whitey brown hair ;
She ax'd me if I would her treat,
My arm then she gently took ;
I wish you may get it, said I,
I ain't such a fool as I look.
Ri fol, &c.

I courted an elderly dame,
Whose purse was as long as my arm,
To gain which I night after night
Did spin the old woman a yarn.
I married her in a short time,
In hopes she'd soon pop off the book,
She did—so I nibbled her cash—
For I ain't such a fool as I look.
Ri tol, &c.

So now I am single again,
And what's more, have plenty of cash,
And since my old wife has cut me,
I mean now to cut a great dash.
Say, is there a young woman here
In want of a husband ? odzook ;
Don't laugh when I offers myself,
For I ain't such a fool as I look.
Ri tol, &c.

Printed by GEORGE WALKER, JUN., Sadler-Street, Durham.