As I was a-walking one morning in the spring
To hear the birds whistle and the nightingale sing,
I heard a fair damsel, so sweetly sung she,
Saying, " I will be married on Tuesday morning."

I stepped up to her and thus I did say,
" Pray tell me your age and where you belong?"
" I belong to the sign of the Bonny Blue Bell,
My age is sixteen and you know very well."

" Sixteen, pretty maid, you are young to be married.
I'll leave you another four years to be tarry."
" You speak like a man without any skill,

As I walked out one morning for pleasure,
I spied a cow-puncher all riding alone;
His hat was throwed back and his spurs was a jingling,
As he approached me a-singin' this song,

Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies,
It's your misfortune, and none of my own.
Whoopee ti yi yo, git along little dogies,
For you know Wyoming will be your new home.

Early in the spring we round up the dogies,
Mark and brand and bob off their tails;
Round up our horses, load up the chuck-wagon,
Then throw the dogies upon the trail.

1. As I was a-walking one morning down
by the Clarence Dock: Heave away, my Johnny, heave away-ay,
I overheard an emigrant conversing with Tapscott;
And away, my jolly boys, we're all bound to go!

2 " Good morning, Mr. Tapscott, good morning, sir, " says she.
" Oh, have you got a packet ship to carry me over the sea? "

3 " Oh, yes, my noble young Irish blade, I have a ship or two!
Oh, one is the Joshuay Walker and the other the Kangaroo .

4 " Now, one is the Joshuay Walker and on Friday next she will make sail,

As I was a-walking one midsummer's morning
Down by the gay banks of a clear pleasant stream,
There I met a fair maid making sad lamentation,
So I drew myself in ambush to hear her sad refrain.
Through the woods she marched along, caused the valleys to ring-o,
And the fine feathered songsters around her they flew,
Saying, " The war it is now over and peace it is returned again,
Yet my William's not returning from the plains of Waterloo."

I stepped up to this fair maiden and said, " My fond creature,

As I was a-walking on Westminster Bridge,
I met with a Westminster scholar;
He pulled off his cap, an' drew off his gloves,
Now what was the name of this scholar?

As I was walking down Paradise Street,
Way, ay, — blow the man down!
A saucy young clipper I happened to meet,
Give me some time to blow the man down!

Her flag was three colors, her masts they were low,
She was round in the counter and bluff in the bow.

I dipped her my ensign, a signal she knew,
For she backed round her mainyards and hove herself to.

I hailed her in English, she answered " Aye, aye! "
She was from the Blue Water and bound for Tiger Bay.

I passed her my hawser and took her in tow,

(A DAPTED FROM THE POET Y AKURA S ANJIN , 1769)

As I wandered through the eight hundred and eight streets of the city,
I saw nothing so beautiful
As the Women of the Green Houses,
With their girdles of spun gold,
And their long-sleeved dresses,
Coloured like the graining of wood.
As they walk,
The hems of their outer garments flutter open,
And the blood-red linings glow like sharp-toothed maple leaves
In Autumn.

1. As I walked out upon the road one day, For they
2. Says I, " Old man, your horse is lame, " And they
say so, and they know so, I saw 'n old man with a
say so, and they know so, Says I, " Old man that
load of hay, Oh, poor old man!
horse will die, " Oh, poor old man!

3 " Now, if he dies he'll be my loss, "
And they say so, and they know so,
" And if he lives he'll be my horse. "
Oh, poor old man!

4 " And if he dies I'll tan his skin,
If he lives I'll ride him again! "

5 Round Cape Horn through frost and snow,

As I walked out one night, it being dark all over,
The moon did show no light I could discover,
Down by a river-side where ships were sailing,
A lonely maid I spied, weeping and bewailing.

I boldly stept up to her, and asked what grieved her,
She made this reply, None could relieve her,
"For my love is pressed,' she cried, "to cross the ocean,
My mind is like the Sea; always in motion.'

He said, "My pretty fair maid, mark well my story,
For your true love and I fought for England's glory,
By one unlucky shot we both got parted,

As I walked out one morning on the fourteenth of July,
I met a maid, she asked my trade, I made her this reply:
"Oh, for my occupation I ramble up and down
With my taring scythe in order to mow the meadows down.'

She says, "My handsome young man, if a mower that you be,
Come put your scythe in order and come along with me,
For I have a little meadow long time been kept in store,
And on the dew I can tell you true it never was cut before.'

He says, "My canty dairymaid, what wages will you give?