Lord Pam Out

                Off Office

Oh dear what can the matter be,-
Kick me and lick roe. shoot, frighten andbatter me
Oh dear what can the matter be
For we are conquered and ruined and beat
They all went against ma and struggled so hearty
There was Cobden and Gibson Bob Peel and Macarthy
Cause we wanted to favor and please Bonaparty,
We got beat like the tail of a sprat

I am done says Lord Palmerston noble and clever,.
Do you think I'll be conquered oh no my lads never
I will sing while I live heres Napoleon for ever
I always was fond of the Freneh
If I get out of office I will make them look clumsey
A donkey and barrow I'll barrow next Monday
And I'll hollo salt fish through the sweet town of Rumsy
Until we get stuck in the mud

For the Bill of the Frenchmen we nobly did tostle
We thought he was able Britannia to hustle
We was beat by a Roebuck, Bright. Gibson and Russel
For we was beat by a nasty nineteen
What care I for lord Derby and all his long speeches.
Or his aberdeen lot who so awfully, preaehes
Or the Jew with his shift hanging out of his breeches
For they never can do without Pam

l can conquer the Spaniards on land and the ocean,
I can lick the Sepoys Dutchmen Germans & Prussians
I can frighten the Austrians and wallop the Russians
Such a out and out fellow is Fam
If Derby in place with his gang was tomorrow
The Frenchmen would meat him too soon to his sorrow
The Emperor Napoleon would come on a barrow.
And pull down all Petticoat lane

King Louis Napoleon will get you be wildering.
His pop gues and pistols around would be thundering
He would hang all the women and eat all the children
Would Louis Napoleon of Faance.
Though my foes they were strong not a fig do I heed em
I wish from my heart I shall never more neea em
I'm for England and Francs friend Napoleon&freedotn
Queen Victoria will not turn me out.,

Over the hills and valleys I'll wander
Through bail storms and tempest rain snow and through
thunder
The Emperor Napoleon strata up like a gander
And threatens to wollop John Bull
The rogues went to Paris old niek could'nt stop 'em,
I wish in his clutches the traitors he'd got 'em
Off the hooks poor Napoleon they tried for to pop hint,
Don't youo think 'twas a horrible shame

Num jam ſea ſum soap and hot buns
Fire away shoot away heat on whats done
The tatore went over to France with their pop guns
And the villains Las conquered lord Pam.

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          PRETTY SUSAM

        the Pride of Kildare.

When first from sea I landed I had a roving maid
Undaunted I rambled my true love to find.
When I met pretty susan with her cheeks like a
rose
And her bosom more fairer than Tillies that grows

Her keen eyes did glitter as the bright star of
night
And the robes she was wearing was costly and
white,
Her bare neck was shaded with her long reven
hair
They call'd her pretty Susan the Pride of Kildare

Long time her I courted till I'd wasted my,store,
Her love turned to hatered because I was poor,
She said I love another whose fortune I'll share,
So begone from pretty susan the pride of Kildare

O my heart asked next morning as I lonely did
stray
I espied pretty sntan with a young lord so gay,
" And as I passed by them with my mind full of care
I sighed for pretty susan the Pride of Kildare.

Once more on the ocean Iresolved for to go
And was bound to the east with my heart fall,
of woe.
There I be held ladies, in jewels so rare,
But none like pretty susan the pride of Kildare,

Sometimes I am joval and sometimes I am sad,
Since my lore is courted by some other lad,
And since we are at a distance no-more I'll despair
So my blessing on my susan the pride of Kildare.

My Heart with Love is Beating.

My heart with love is beassing,
Transported by your eyes,
Alas ; there's no retreating,
In vain a captive flies.

Then why such anger cherish!
Way turn thy eyes away !
For if you bid me perish
Alas ! I must obey.

Could deeds my heart discover,
Could valour gain your charins,
I'd prove myself a lover.
Against a world in arms,

Proud fair! thus low befare you,
A prostrate warrior view,
Whose sole delight and glory,
Are centered all in you.