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THE
CHARMS OF MELODY,
O R
SIREN MEDLEY.
V,
The Plan of the Pubhilier is to (mborly in one Grand Folio Volume, all the Songs, ancient and modern, In the Englifti Language,
forming a Univerfal Magazine of Love, Sentimental, War, Hunting, Bacchanalian, Sea, and Political Songs ; as well as Old Englifti,
Itilh and Scotch Ballads, Legendaiies,, Sec. &c. To which will be added, a complete Index.
The Irilh Wedding.
Sung by Mr. Callan, in '77r hijhmanin Lundm," with great
applaufe.
SURE v/ont you hear, what roaring cheer,
\V as fpread at Paddy's wedding, oh !
And how fo gay, they Ipent the day
From churching to the bedding, oh !
Firft book in hand, came father C^iiipes,
M'iih the Bride's dadda, the Baily O,
While the chaunter, with tlie merry pipes,
Struck up a lilt fo gaily O,
Tiddery, tiddery, &c.
Now there was Mat, and fturdy Pat,
And merry Morgan Alurphy O
And Murdock Mags, and Tirloch Skags,
M'Laughlin and Dick Durfey O ;
And then the girls, rigg'd out in wipes,
Led on by dad O'Reilly O, While, &c.
When Pat was aflc'd, if his love would laft,
The chanfcel echo'd wid laughter O,
By ray foul, fays Pat, you may iay that
To the end of the world and after O ;
When tenderly her hand he gripes.
And kiffes her genteely O, While, Ac-
Then a roaring fet, at dinner was met.
So frolickfome and lb frifky O,
Potatoes galore, a (kirrag or more.
With a flowing madder of whifky O;
Then round, to be fure, didn't go the fwipes.
At the Bride'sexpence fo gaily O, While, &c.
And then at night, O what delight,
To fee them cap'ririg and prancing O,
An opera's ball were nothing at all,
Compar'd to the ttile of their dancing Oj
And, then to fee old father Quipes,
Beating time with his ftiillela O, While, &c.
And now the knot fo fucky are got,
They'll go to fleep without rocking O,
While the Bride maids fair, fo gravely prepare
For throwing of the flocking O ;
' Decadorus we'll have, i ys fajier Otiipes,
Then the bride was kifs'd round genteely O,
While to wifti them good fun the merry pipes
Struck up a lilt io gaily O.
Tiddery, tiddery, &c.
Johannot's Grinder.
Sung by him at the Theatre-Riyal, Crs-w-flreet, with great
applaufe,
SEARCH all the world high and low.
Many a freak you'll be finding,
What do you think's all the go ?
^j de hoky it's nothing but grindijig;
Terry Io ! Io !
Scandal the devil can't bind her.
The world is all " how came ye lb ?"
And every profeffion's turn'd grinder.
Law's a ftate mill, and thofe elves
The lawyers, like terrible giants,
Grind all the grift for themfelves.
And leave all the chaff for their clients,
Terry Io 1 Io ! &c.
Doftors grind you for fees fo pelf mell
That they kill you for mere prefervation ;
For they know if they let you grow well
You'd die foon enough of ftarvation,
Terry Io ! Io ! &c.
The gamefter he grinds by the card,
O, fure he's the devil's own coufin,
The taylor he grinds by the yard,
And the baker he grinds by the dozen.
Terry Io ! Io ! &c.
The miller grinds norfh, eaft, weft, fouth,
The barber at grinding's a crammer;
The church-warden's got a wide mouth,
And his grinders are like a fledge hammer^
Terry Io! Io! &c.
Like cobiers to make both ends meet.
Thus at grinding all ftick to their tether;
But old nick, who all grinders can beat.
Will grind the whole boiling together.
Terry Io! Io! &c.
Britain's grinders are found wooden walls,
The Cambrian and Scot a'n't behind her,
And, tor aid, when Ilibernia calls.
Sure Paddy's the devil's ov/n grinder.
Terry Io ! Io I &e.
If ever eras'd from this Lreaft,
Are your generous favo:;rs fo binding,
May the devil grind me wiili the reft,
Juft to properly finifh his grinding.
Terry Io ! Io!
&c.
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