Don’t forget your umbrella.
They married were, had children dear,
Eight round-faced little fellows;
And strange to state the whole of the eight,
Were marked with umbrellas.—Tol ol ol.
The Lily of the West.
I just came down from Louisville, some pleasure for to find,
A handsome girl from Michigan, so pleasing to my mind;
Her rosy cheeks and rolling eyes like arrows pierced my breast,