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               I'm always

            Gay and Free

                    Boys.

I'm always gay and free my boys, wherever I
may go,
A fig for every grief I say, and every petty woe,
I laugh at what the world calls care, am always
gay and free,
Look always on the brighter side, that is the
style for me.
I'm always gay and free boys,
Happy as can be boys,
"That's the style for me boys,"
Always gay and free, I'm free.
The fleeting years go swiftly by, and life is but a
span,
To treat it's troubles lightly is by far the better
plan,
Brave hope will cheer us on our way on land or
stormy sea,
Look always on the brighter side, that is the
style for me.
Tho' troubles often bore us, and the world seems
dark and drear,
We've better days before us if we only persevere,
Behind life's darkest clouds, a silver lining we
may see,
Look always on the brighter side, that is the
style for me.
Tho' gay and free as I have said, you always
may depend,
That I will do my best to soothe the troubles of
a friend,
A kindly word works wonders, I assure you will
agree,
book always on the brighter side that is the style
for me.

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        PRETTY POLLY,

        IF YOU LOVE ME,

            DO SAY "YES."

London ; Printed at the "Catnach Press." by
W. S. FORTEY, 2 & 3, Monmouth Court.

They say 'tis only love that makes the world go
round,
Where love is found those joys abound.
And lover always dance upon enehanted ground
At least it was with me.
I know a charming girl, quite a pearl, hair in
curl,
Fit for a Duke or Earl, and she is going to marry
me.
Spoken.—The first time I saw her I remark'd
Pretty Polly if you love me, do say " yes,"
do say " yes," do say "yes,"
Pretty Polly, if you love me do say "yes,"
do say " yes.'

I met her at a West-end ball, oh ! happy night !
Her eye was bright, her step was light,
Her conversation charming, and her figure slight
In fact my style to a "T."
By jove, you should have seen, this fairy Queen's
enchanting mien,
Like me it would have been with you, quite
" Up a Tree."
Spoken.—Yes, It was a case of love at first
sight, and I was always saying—

I told her I'd enlist, if she'd not list to me,
Or to go to sea a tar to be
Said she you silly fellow, better marry me,
And stop at home for love,
Next day to her Ma I went, gained consent,
quite content,
The invitations all are sent, and I'm going to
marry my dove.
Spoken.—And I'm going to occupy my mind
cheerfully in remarking—