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They hint that she is happy now I sooth and so am I,                And as she can return no more 'Twere wrong in me to sigh.

When I prepared to bury her, And friends and neighbours met, The sort of sorrow I then felt I never can forget.

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Black Rappee.

AIR. - Home! Sweet Home!

In this life there is joy, in this life there is care, And the mortal that lives, must of both have a                      share: But our cares were too great, and our joys not enough, If wanting the zest we derive from good snuff. Snuff! snuff! good black snuff! There's no snuff like black snuff, And nothing like snuff.

How rich is the stream that we quff from the bowl, How soothing the charm it imparts to the soul; I've shared in these transports, and drunk deep enough, But I find there is nothing more cheering than snuff, Snuff! snuff! &c.