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 Some of our patriots, in the dark, May try to aid you in your "wark;" But, muzzl’d, they can only bark, And loungers prove in the morning. Then Bonaparte, &c. Your piteous measures to fulfil, Against our trade you try your skill; But that won’t bring us to your will While we can rise in the morning. Then Bonaparte, &c.

My Brethren, then, just to display Our sentiments on such a day, Permit, me, in your name, to say We’ll meet the French in the morning. Then Bonaparte, &c.

night the dogs did bark, I went to the gates to see When every lass had her spark, but nobody comes to me.

And its O dear what shall become of me! O dear what shall I do! Nobody coming to marry me, nobody coming to woo.

Last time that I went to my prayers, I pray’d for half a day,