_She_: "Now I see the shining silver, See the gold; Down I kneel, and very humbly Hands will fold; Saying O forgive the folly From me fell, Tarry, dirty, ragged sailors, I love more than words can tell." 4 _He_: "Do not think, you changeful maiden, I am mad. That I'll take you, when there's others To be had. Not the outside coat and waistcoat Make the man. You have lost the chance that offered. Maidens snap--when e'er you can." No. 22 BLUE MUSLIN (For two Voices) H.F.S. [Music] 1 "O will you accept of the mus-e-lin so blue, To wear all in the morning, and to dabble in the dew?" "No, I will not accept of the mus-e-lin so blue, To wear all in the morning, and to dabble in the dew, Nor I'll walk, nor I'll talk with you." 2 "O will you accept of the pretty silver pin, To pin your golden hair with the fine mus-e-lin?" "No, I will not accept of the pretty silver pin, To pin my golden hair with the fine mus-e-lin. Nor I'll walk, nor I'll talk with you." 3 "O will you accept of a pair of shoes of cork, The one is made in London, the other's made in York?" "No, I will not accept of a pair of shoes of cork, The one that's made in London, the other's made in York, Nor I'll walk, nor I'll talk with you." 4 "O will you accept of the keys of Canterbury, That all the bells of England may ring, and make us merry?" "No, I will not accept of the keys of Canterbury, That all the bells of England may ring, and make us merry, Nor I'll walk, nor I'll talk with you." 5 "O will you accept of a kiss from loving heart; That we may join together and never more may part?" "Yes, I will accept of a kiss from loving heart, That we may join together and never more may part, And I'll walk, and I'll talk with you." "When you might you would not; Now you will you shall not, So fare you well, my dark eyed Sue." The song then turns back in reverse order, with the "shoes of cork" the "Silver pin" and the "blue muslin," always with to each "When you could you would not," &c. No. 23 THE DEATH OF PARKER C.J.S. [Music] 1 Ye Powers above protect the Widow, And with pity look on me! O help me, help me out of trouble And out of my calamity. For by the death of my brave Parker Fortune to me has prov'd unkind. Tho' doomed by law his death to suffer, I can not cast him from my mind. 2