Soldiers & sailors

   BONNIE SOLDIER LADDIE.-576

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                         John Bull

                                 AND THE

                         YANKEY.

I went to bed the other night fell fast asleep, & dreaming,
Whilst wrapt in "Morpheus' arms," strange thoughts came o'er
me beaming,
I thought I heard a codversation, 'twas enough to drive me cranky
Twixt old John Bull, the honest soul, & Jonathan, the Yankee ;

Aud what they said, & what lhey did, & what to each befel, sirs
Their qubbles & their curious facts, I'm now about to relate, sirs'
Says Jonathon—How goes old Bull? You're looking rather ser-
ious.
We've got a little row on hand—don't want you to interfere with us

We're licking them 'ere Southern chaps. those reg'ler nigger fe-
ders ;
And bringing them opon their kuees—reuegade seceders."
Says old John Bull — "You're going to try. I have no cause to
doubt it ;
But if call this licking them, you're precious long about it."

Says Jonathan—"Well, dont be riled, altho' you are a keen 'un'
We showed you up on your own ground when we sent you J. C.
Heenan.
Says old John Bull—"I can't see that, tho' you show your air;
He didn't match my Lion ; there was not a patch on Sayers.

Your man stood six feet two, with muscle, bone & figure tough,
Nearly twice the size of miue—& to lick him wasn't big onough,
Says Jonathon—you talk of ships ; you're a precious sailor—
That Great Eastern as you talk about, almost turned out a failure,

She breaks downs nearly every trip—to me it's quito a stggerer,
You should come across the sea, old John, and see our great
Niagara."
Says John—The big ship's qualities I do not wish to show it,
I've a Black Prince and a Worrior too—if your saucy, perhaps
you'll know it.

Says Jonathan—"Your temper' s our, I rather guess the reason
Because ws stopt your steamship Treut, whilst she was the high
season ;
And took four rebels to New York, apon another tack again,
Says old Jhon Bull—"And two to one, I make you bring 'em
back again!

You thought to be so clever with your uncivel capers—
You got the two commissioners, but forgot to take the papers.
Besides," says John, "you're very wrong, according to my
thinking;
I've written to your President, Mr. Abraham Lincoln,

To know if he'll apologise, and set those people free sir
And net be interfering with my Vessels on the sea sir;
And if he don't why rest assured, he'll hear of something more;
sir—
'll had the Lion he can bite as well as he em roar, sir.

      SEND BACK MY

             BARNEY

                TO ME.

He is gone, and I'm now sad and lonely,
He has left me to cross the wide sea,
But I know that he thinks of me only,
And will soon be returning to me;
His eyes they were filled with devotion,
As my husband he said he'd soon be,
Then blow gently, ye winds of the ocean,
And send back my Barney to me.

If at right as I rest on my pillow,
The wind heaves a moan snd sigh,
I think of each angry billow,
And watch every cloud e'er the sky;
My bosom it fills with emotion,
As I pray for one over the sea,
Then blow gently ye winds of the ocean,
And senn back my Barney to me.

He has left me his fortune, to better
I know that he went for my sake,
Soon I'll be receiving a letter,
If not, sure my poor heart would break;
To say that he'll soon be returning,
To his dear native Ireland and me,
Then blow gently ye winds of the ocean,
And send back my Barney to me.

            Bonnie Soldier Laddie.

My love he is a soldier in lands far away,
A light-hearted laddie, so cheerful and gay
And when he returns he's going to me wed.
So I love my soldier laddie with his jacket so red
He has fine rosy cheeks he's a braw handsome lad
The pride of his mother, the joy of his dad;
For his ways are so winning, and I'll wait a while,
For my soldier laddie of the rank atd file.

                         CHORUS.
Then with colours flying, and hanners so gay,
Along with my laddie I will march away.
For his ways are so winning, and I'll wait awhile
For my soldier laddie of the rank and file.

'T is a year since he left and bid me adieu,
He will not deceive he loves me so true ;
And I love the laddie, aud I'm longing to see.
My soldier returning, then he'll marry me,
But a day seems a monthand a month seems a year
When longing for your true lovers voices to hear
But his ways are so winning & he'll soon be back,
And have lot of treasures for me in his knapsack

He sent me a letter, each word breathing love,
Comparing ray eyes to the bright stars above.
He speaks of promotion, but he'll wait a while.
Ere he's made a general from the rank & file.
But whether he's a private or a K. C. B ,
I dont care a pin ii he still loves me ;
For his ways are so winning, & he'll soon he home
Then all o'er the world with my laddie I'll roam.