Spinsters

Here's to the Bachelor, so lonely and gay,
For it's not his fault, he was born that way;
And here's to the Spinster, so lonely and good;
For it's not her fault, she hath done what she could.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXXXV. Songs.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXII. Paradoxes.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLX. Games.

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All's Well That Ends Well

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There once was a lonesome, lorn spinster,
And luck had for years been ag'inst her;
    When a man came to burgle
    She shrieked, with a gurgle,
"Stop thief, while I call in a min'ster!"

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The Bachelor's Song

While I keep my lonely hall,
You are welcome one and all,
As I sing my little song;
Stay, I'll cheer you all day long -
And sow my bachelor-buttons,
And sow my bachelor-buttons.

While this world is wild with glee,
Chime I now my song to thee;
In my bosom lurks no care,
I can loiter everywhere -
And sow my bachelor-buttons,
And sow my bachelor-buttons.

Oh dear, what a happy life
For the man who has no wife,
To bind with sore distresses,
And silk and satin dresses -
While he sows his bachelor-buttons,
While he sows his bachelor-buttons.

His heart is ever merry,
His way is bright and cheery;
No peevish baby crying,
No jealous wife a-sighing -
While he sows his bachelor-buttons,
While he sows his bachelor-button...

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Drunkards

Sing a song of sick gents,
Pockets full of rye,
Four and twenty highballs,
We wish that we might die.

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Woman

Here's to the ladies, the good, young ladies;
But not too good, for the good die young,
And we want no dead ones.
And here's to the good old ladies,
But not too old, for we want no dyed ones.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXCI. Love And Matrimony.

    Here comes a lusty wooer,
        My a dildin, my a daldin;
    Here comes a lusty wooer,
        Lily bright and shine a'.

    Pray, who do you woo,
        My a dildin, my a daldin?
    Pray, who do you woo,
        Lily bright and shine a'?

    For your fairest daughter,
        My a dildin, my a daldin;
    For your fairest daughter,
        Lily bright and shine a'.

    Then there she is for you,
        My a dildin, my a daldin;
    Then there she is for you,
        Lily bright and shine a'.

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The Ballad Of A Bachelor

Listen, ladies, while I sing
The ballad of John Henry King.

John Henry was a bachelor,
His age was thirty-three or four.

Two maids for his affection vied,
And each desired to be his bride,

And bravely did they strive to bring
Unto their feet John Henry King.

John Henry liked them both so well,
To save his life he could not tell

Which he most wished to be his bride,
Nor was he able to decide.

Fair Kate was jolly, bright, and gay,
And sunny as a summer day;

Marie was kind, sedate, and sweet,
With gentle ways and manners neat.

Each was so dear that John confessed
He could not tell which he liked best.

He studied them for quite a year,
And still found no solution near,

And might have s...

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