“Where’s de Bronson and de Eugene,
And de Margaret Alice too?
Da’s way behine and can’t be seen.
And de Axford all do she’s new.
“What’s dat you say, she is groanin,
Fire dat cannon, give em a greet,
When she’s groanin den she’s goin,
De ole Fair Trader leads de fleet,
“Vansaw, bring out your ole fiddle,
Play—de girl I lef so handy,
Den Sallie go down de middle,
And sweet Yankee doodle dandy.
“Haul in dat main sheet, come in stays,
Drop anchor, make dat cannon boom,
Cap’in Poquet will git de praise,
De ole Fair Trader’s won de broom.”
A HAPPY CHOICE.
We met at a party,
The greeting was hearty,
And her conduct was lady-like and kind,
I noticed her reserve,
And quickly did observe,
That she was educated and refined.
She was dressed so neatly.
And she smiled so sweetly,
And her manners were so pleasing to me,
That I felt enraptured,
And was fairly captured,
And I wondered what the result would be.
My plans were helped along,
By some who did belong,
By friendship and relation to her side;
They called me a good catch,
And sought to make a match,
And see their friend become a happy bride.
Then I aimed to acquire,
The one I did admire,
And to make her my partner for life;
I did not have a doubt,
That she would carry out,
Ev’ry duty that belongs to a wife.