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48 THE GROCERY-MERCHANT.
MICK-A-VICK. Sung by J. T. BoyCE.
Youth and folly make young men marry— Then good-by, Biddy darling, I'm going away;
What can't be cured must be endured; Then fare you well, love—I'm going away!
"What can't be cured, must be endured; So fare you well, I'm going away.
She cried and sighed so when we parted, ^ I said, "Biddy darling, dry up your tears away."
" 0 Mick-a-Vick, I am broken-hearted To think you're going far across the deep-blue sea I" r What can't be cured, etc.
She was a darling neat young creature—
And, turning round, these, words she said to me: " Oh, your purty red hair, Mick-a-Yick, did my heart en-snare, Mick, And your gimlet-eyes bored a hole through me!"
What can't be cured, etc.
THE GROCERY-MERCHANT. Sung by S. S. Pjjkdy.
0 white folks, attend unto me,
And listen to my ditty; It's all about a grocery-man,
So handsome, gay, and witty. He was different from all mer-chi-ants
That live*! in days of yore— Provisions they were plenty tho_i
In his little grocery-store.