Courtship & marriage

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        SWEET

        BELLE

      MAHONE.

Printed by John White, Rose Place,
      Scotland Road, Liverpool.

Soon beyond the harbour bar
Shall my bark be sailing far,
O'er the world I wander lone,
Sweet Belle Mahone ;
O'er thy grave I weep ''good bye,"
Hear, ah hear, my lonely cry,
Oh ! without thee what am I,
Sweet Belle Mahone.
Sweet Belle Mahone,
Sweet Belle Mahone,
Wait for me at heaven's gate,
Sweet Belle Mahone.

Lonely like a withered tree,
What is all the world to me,
Life and light were all in thee.
Sweet Belle Mahone;
Daisies pale are growing o'er,
All my heart can e'er adore,
Shall I never meet thee more,
Sweet Belle Mahone ?

Calmly, sweetly slumber on,
Only one I call my own
While in tears I wander lone,
Sweet Belle Mahone ;
Faded now seems everything,
But when comes eternal spring,
With thee I'll be wandering,
Sweet Belle Mahone.

                      THE

              POACHERS

WHEN I was bound apprentice in famed North.
amptonshire.
I served my master truly for seven long year,
fill I took up poaching as you shall quickly hear'
Oh. it's my delight on a shiny night in the season of
the year.

As me and my comrades were setting of a snare,
The gamekeeper was a watching us, for hi n we did
not care,
For we can wrestle and fight, my boys, n jump over
anywhere,
For it's my delight in a shimy night, in the season of
the year.

As me and my companions were setting four or five.
And talking of them up again we took the hare alive,
We popt him into the bag, my boys, and thro' the
wood did steer,
For it's my delight in a shiny night, in the season of
the year.

We threw him over our shoulderes and wanderd thro'
the town,
We called into a neighbour's house and sold him for a
crown;
We sold him for a crown, my boys, but did not tell
you where,
For it's my delight on a shiny night, in the season of
the year,

Well here's success to poaching for I do think itfair
B d luck to every gamekeeper that would not sell his
deer ;
Good luck to every gamekeeper that wants to buy a
a hare,
For it's my delight on a shiny night, in the season of
the year.

          BLUE EYED NELLY.

When the bird is on the bough, retiring love to rest ;
When the sun is gently sinking down in the beauteous
west.

I roam there with my Nelly, my own my lovely bride,
And I bless the hour of gladness, when both our hearts
were tied.

Oh, darling Nelly, I'll e'er be true to thee,
My sweet, my blue-eyed Felly, thou rrt all the world
to me.

That blessed litile church, dowh yonder shady lane,
Its form is in my sight, where Nelly phanged her
name,
We cannot boas of riches, whi h others may posse ,
But peace and happiness is all we wish with to be bles