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Dolly Varden hats

                        THE

       DOLLY VARDEN

                  HATS.

COME, dear, don't fear try and cut a shine,
And wear a hat and feathers in the fash-
ionable line,
Lovers you'll have plenty, of that you may
depend,
If you wear the Dolly Varden hat, and do the
Grecian Bend.

                          Chorus.

Come, dear, don't fear, have your ringlets curled,
If you're out of fashion, you had better leave the
world,
Your sweet and pretty faces will wear a winning
smile,
If you get a hat and feather in the Dolly Varden
style.

There's little Polly Puddidg chops, don't she do
the grand,
With a tiny hat upon her heed, no biggar than
your hand,
And this Grecian Send toddling on her toes,
With a hat like a cockle shell stuck upon her
nose.

Our grandmother years ago were comfortable
souls,
They used to wear a bonnet like se ttle for the
coals,
But bonnes are so altered now by woman one
and all,
They made them smaller every day till now
there's none at all.

I know a jolly carpenter is name is Peter Platt
He courted a girl with a Dolly Varden Hat,
And while they were a courting he proved so very
kind,
He rumpled all the muslin in her panniers be-
hind.

Some of them are rather large, some are rather
small,
Some with very wlde brims and some with none
at all,
I know a girl that wears one, oh ! aint she nice
and fat,
You could drive'a dozen donkeys round her Dolly
Varden hat.

Miss Jemima Jenkins—what a precious flat,
Pawned her mother's breeches for a Dolly Varden
hat,
She could'nt get a chignon, 'tis true I do de-
clare,
So she stole a lot shavings and rolled then
her hair.

                  DON'T PUT

          YOUR FOOT

                        ON A

                  MAN

                  WHEN HE'S

                DOWN.

SOCIETY'S ways, in these carious days,
Need much alteration, I am sure,
For seldom you'll see, that rich folk agree,
With those whom misfortune's made poor.
Now this must be wrong if there's truth in my
For a man may be worthy tho' poor, [song,
So give him, that he may make a shift,
To keep off the wolf from his door.

Chorus.

So I give this advice, entreating you won t,
Turn away on your heel with a frown,
When a poor fellow needs it essist him, [down.
But don't put your foot on a man when he's

The poor labouring man, who tries all he can,
To battles his way thro' lifes throng,
Oft finds to his cost, that cold wiuter's frost,
Impedes much in getting along,             [hive,
The workmen may, strive in the Industrial
Something to put from trade,                   [ion,
Commercial depression brings strong retregress-
And swallows the little he's made.

How many good men have again and again,
Given way to the worlds heavy cares,
For went of a start from some generous heart,
Whose fortune was brigher than theirs,
Time after time we hear of some crime,
Induced by sad poverty keen, [been made,
Which might have been stayed, had an effort
Before he'd such misery seen.

Misfortune's cold shade visits every grade,
The rich man as well as the poor,
Then hesitate not, while wealth you've got,
To help all you can from your store.
Ere long it be fate's cruel decree,
You hope's fairest prospects to smotner,
You'll surely find then, kind good-hearted men,
To helf you as you've helped others.

Sally now, indeed it's true is crying in distress,
She was going to a ball but she found an awful
mess,
She has just been and found out a nasty tubby
cat,
With five-and-forty kittens on her Dolly Varden
hat.

If the men want to wear them, the woman won't
complain,
They'll do for umbrellas to save them from the
rain,
While the soldiers are drilling upon Salisbury
flats,
They are dressing all the Volunteers in Dolly
Vardan hats.

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