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Besides times are hard and provisions are dear, Which makes me so loth to be married this year.
If times they be hard, and our money be scant,
Should our numbers increase, 'twill increase
our expense, I fear a sad lack of pounds, shillings and pence, Here's this thing and that thing will come very
dear, Which makes me so loth, to be married this
Farewell, and Farewell, since it e’en must be so
Stay Johnny, my Johnny, 0! why in such haste, I will be your true Love, e'en as long as life last, The bells they shall ringand the music play clear, For joy, John and Susan are married this year.
JOIIN AND SUSAN.
Come hither, sweet Susan, and sit by my side, Ten years have rollid o'er us since thou wert a
bride, Is your heart still unchang’d, your affection
to me As
great as when first I was married to thee :
In truth, honest John, my whole heart is thine
own, I love thee most dearly, and thee love alone, And I hope, as a partner, you ever in me, Have found one both loving and faithful to thee.
yes—but when crosses and troubles perplex, I fcar that sometimes my sweet Susan I vex, Yet look in my bosom, and there you will see, That all my fund wishes still center in thee.
Indeed, my dear husband, you never will find, That man or that woman can always be kind, No sky without clouds can you long hope to see, Such trifles are little regarded by me.
JOHN. When with rapture I gaze on our dear little Sue, I rejoice to possess such a pattern of you, She lisps and she prattles and climbs up my
knee, I kiss her, and then I bless Heaven and thee,
SUSAN. When I see our dear Johnny at foot ball and
play, So sturdy, so blithsome, so manly and gay, His father's dear form in his image I see,
he prove honest, and faithful like thee.
In affection united, then long may we prove,
WIFE CHILDREN, AND FRIENDS.
BY THE HON, WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER.
If the stock of our bliss is in stranger hands
yested, The fund, ill secur'd, oft in bankruptcy ends, But the heart issues bills that are never protested When drawn on the firm of Wife, Children
and Friends. Tho' valour still glows in his life's waning
embers, The death-wounded tar (who his colours
defends) Drops a tear of regret as he dying remembers How blest was his home, with Wife, Chil
dren and Friends.
* The first verse of this Song, being inadmissible upon the Editor's principles, is omitted. The Song was too beautiful and valuable in its sentiments to be entirely rejected on account of that.
The Soldier, whose deeds live immortal in
story, Whom duty to far distant latitude sends, With transport would barter whole
of glory For one happy day with Wife, Children and
Friends. Tho' spice-breathing gales o'er his caravan
hover, Tho'round him Arabia's whole fragrance
ascends, The Merchant still thinks of the woodbines
The bow'r where he sat with Wife, Children
Alone on itself for enjoyment depends, But drear is the twilight of Age, if it borrow No warmth from the smiles of Wife, Children
and Friends. Let the breath of Renown ever freshen and
flourish The laurel which o'er her dead favorite bends,