When you hear a fine voice—Oh! remember my fate!
I’m a wretched—unfortunate man!
Oh! beware, young men, of a musical wife,
For Eliza’s fine voice is the plague of my life!
Sambo, I have Missed You.
Oh, Sambo, is it you, dear, come down to see me now?
I heard you in the barn-yard hollering at the cow;
The pigs were squealing loudly, and the rusters they did crow,
For they knew that welcome footstep of Dinah’s lovely beau;
But the rusters stopp’d their crowing, and the pigs couldn’t squeal,