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THE

Jovial Songster.

What a beauty I did grow.

When I was a little boy, Some fifteen years age, I was the pride of my mammy,-- Lord she made me quite a show. Such a beauty I did grow.

I'd red straight hair and goggle eyes, And such a roguish leer,-- A large flat nose, and mouth, That reach'd from ear to ear. Such a beauty, &c.

My mammy doted on me, And when my mouth she'd fill, For fear she'd spoil it with a spoon, She fed me with a quill. Such a beauty, &c.