Agreed little Kitty and I should be one.
In silence we young folks, soon nodded consent,
Hand in hand to the church to be married we
went;
Where we answered the parson in voices so small,
Love, honor, obey, and a——nothing at all,
But fol de rol.
But mark what a change in the course of a week,
Our Kate left off blushing I boldly could speak,
Could play with my dearie, laugh loud at a jest,
⟨She⟩ cou’d coax too and fondly, as well as the
best;
Asham’d of past follies, we often declar’d
To incourage young folks who at wedlock are
scar’d,
For if once to their aid some assurance they call
You may kiss and be married, and a—nothing
at all,
But fol de rol.
TOM BOWLING.
Here, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling,
The darling of our crew;
No more he’ll hear the tempest howling,
For death has brought him to:
His form was of the manliest beauty,
