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The Celebrated Story of the Arkansas Traveller, With Music for Violin or Piano

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A PARODY.                                         69
Now they all left the place in such a terrible mess, All covered with portions of bonnets and dress, Until, quite exhausted, they all fell asleep, And there next mornin' they all lay in a heap! (Spoken.) The dhrunken bastes, to sleep in their clothes, like pig's!
Now if ever I venture to go there again,
There's one thing I'll tell, and that's mighty plain-—
I'll not forget soon, faix! if ever at all,
The illigant fight we'd at Higgins's ball.
There was, etc.
An Original Conglomeration of Titles.
By E. T. Johnston.
Dear mother, I remember well
"That nice youug gal from New Jersey ;" She said, " Oh kiss, but never tell!"
"How are you, black-horse cavalry?" "Then let me like a soldier fall,"
"When the swallows homeward fly;" " Come, landlord, fill the flowing bowl"—
" Dear mother, I've come home to die."
" Call me pet names," " Annie Lisle," " A bully boy with a glass eye;"
"Oh, let her rip! she's all 0. K."— " Dear mother, I've come home to die."
" Oh, hark ! I hear an angel sing"
"I'll be free and easy still!" My love he is sailor-boy,"
With "The sword of Bunker Hill"
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