The morning meal is past--the next is coming fast-- ’Twill bring me a bill that I know I can not pay, For meats, both fat and lean, that I was jolly green To trust beside that old dog Tray. CHORUS. Old dog Tray! always hungry-- Meat can not drive him away; With his tail “druv” in behind, neither gentle nor yet kind Is that hungry dog, that old dog Tray. I hurried home one night, with a rousing appetite, For nothing had I tasted the whole of that long day. But Oh! how I was done--not a thing was left but bone-- All eaten by that old dog Tray. Old dog Tray, &c. The steaks I thought my own, had vanish’d one by one-- Those cutlets, those chops too, had all pass’d away; Those tenderloins were gone--they each and all had flown-- Stolen by that old dog Tray. Old dog Tray, &c. With naught to break my fast, my eyes on Tray I cast, Who look’d as though he felt what my breaking heart would say; But oh! ’twas all deceit--’twas _he_ who stole my meat, That hungry dog, that old dog Tray. Old dog Tray, &c. Rosa Lee. 17 When I lib’d in Tennessee, U li a li o la e, I went courtin’ Rosa Lee, U li a li o la e. Eyes as dark as winter night Lips as red as berry bright, When first I did her wooing go, She said, now don’t be foolish, Joe! U li a li o la e. Courting down in Tennessee, U li a li o la e, ’Neath the wild Banana tree. I said you lubly gal, dat’s plain, U li a li o la e, Breff as sweet as sugar cane, U li a li o la e, Feet as large and comely too, Might make a cradle of each shoe, Rosa take me for your beau, She said, now don’t be foolish, Joe! U li a li o la e. Courtin down in Tennessee, &c. My story yet is to be told, U li a li o la e, Rosa catch’d a shocking cold, U li a li o la e. Send de doctor, fetch de nurse, Doctor came but make her worse, I tried to make her laugh, but no, She said, Now don’t be foolish, Joe, U li a li o la e. Courtin down in Tennessee, &c. Dey gib her up, no power could save, U li a li o la e, She ax me follow to her grave, U li a li o la e. I take her hand, ’twas cold as death, So cold I hardly draw my breff, She saw my tear in sorrow flow, And said, Farewell, my dearest, Joe, U li a li o la e. Rosa sleeps in Tennessee, &c. The Fine Old English Gentleman. 18