Bad news! bad news, for old England Bad news has come to the town, The king his vessel is wrecked and lost, An all his brave soldiers drown. 9 Bad news! bad news through the London street! Bad news has come to the King, The lives of his guard they be all a lost, O the tidings be sad that I bring. 10 O had I a twisted rope of hemp, A bowstring strong though thin; I'd soon hang him up to his middle yard arm, And have done with Henry Martyn. No. 54 PLYMOUTH SOUND H.F.S. [Music] 1 O the fair town of Plymouth is by the sea-side, The Sound is so blue, and so still and so wide, Encircled with hills and with forests all green, As a crown of fresh leaves on the head of a queen, O dear Plymouth town, and O blue Plymouth Sound! O where is your equal on Earth to be found. 2 O the maidens of Plymouth are comely and sweet, So mirthful of eye and so nimble of feet, I love all the lasses of Plymouth so well, That the which I love best not a prophet can tell. O dear Plymouth town, &c. 3 O the bells of old Plymouth float over the bay, My heart it does melt, as I'm sailing away. O be they a ringing when I do return, With thoughts matrimonial my bosom will burn. O dear Plymouth town, &c. 4 For the maidens of Plymouth my love is so hot, With a bushel of rings I would marry the lot. But as I can't marry them all, well-a-day! Perhaps it's as well that I'm sailing away. O dear Plymouth town, &c. No. 55 THE FOX C.J.S. [Music] 1 The fox went out one winter night, And prayed the moon to give him light, For he'd many a mile to go that night, Before he reached his den, O! Den, O! Den, O! For he'd many a mile to go that night, For he'd many a mile to go that night, Before he reached his den, O! 2 At last he came to a farmer's yard, Where ducks and geese were all afear'd, "The best of you all shall grease my beard, Before I leave the Town O! Town, O! Town, O! The best of you all &c." 3 He took the grey goose by the neck, He laid a duck across his back, And heeded not their quack! quack! quack! The legs of all dangling down, O! Down, O! Down, O! And heeded not &c. 4 Then old mother Slipper Slopper jump'd out of bed And out of the window she pop't her head, Crying "Oh! John, John! the grey goose is dead, And the fox is over the down, O!" Down, O! Down, O! Crying "O John, John &c." 5 Then John got up to the top o' the hill, And blew his horn both loud and shrill, "Blow on" said Reynard, "your music still, Whilst I trot home to my den, O!" Den, O! Den, O! "Blow on" said Reynard &c. 6