The ladies of England have sent a big address About slavery, and all its horrors, accordin’, They had better look at home, to their own white slaves, That are starving on the English side of Jordan. They have got a bearded lady down at Barnum’s show, And lots of pictures outside, accordin’ She’s going to take her eye-lashes for a pair of mustaches, For to trabble on the other side of Jordan. The Duchess of Sutherland, she keeps the Stafford House, The place where the “Black Swan” is boardin’; At a musical party, they ask’d for a song, And she gave them--On the other side of Jordan. Our great father, Washington, he was a mighty man, And all the Yankees do their fighting accordin’, They will raise the flag of freedom wherever they can, Till they plant it on the other side of Jordan. I take off my coat, &c. Pretty Jane. 44 My pretty Jane, my pretty Jane Ah, never look so shy, But meet me in the evening, While the bloom, the bloom is on the rye. The spring is waning fast, my love, The corn is in the ear, The summer nights are coming, love, The moon shines bright and clear. Then pretty Jane, my dearest Jane, Oh, never look so shy, But meet me, meet me in the evening, When the bloom, the bloom is on the rye. But name the day, the wedding-day, And I will buy the ring, The lads and maids in favors white, And village bells, the village bells shall ring. The spring is waning fast, my love, The corn is in the ear, The summer nights are coming, love, The moon shines bright and clear. Then pretty Jane, my dearest Jane, Ah, never look so shy, But meet me, meet me in the evening, While the bloom, the bloom is on the rye. My Girl with the Calico Dress. 45 A fig for your upper-ten girls, With their velvets, and satins, and laces, Their diamonds, and rubies, and pearls, And their milliner figures and faces! They may shine at a party or ball, Emblazon’d with half they possess, But give me in place of them all, My girl with the calico dress. She is plump as a partridge, and fair As the rose in its earliest bloom; Her teeth will with ivory compare, And her breath with the clover perfume. Her step is as free and as light, As the fawns whom the hunters hard press, And her eyes are as soft and as bright, My girl with the calico dress.