"O where be your spencers? Your mantles rich and fine?" "They all be a swallowed In tankards of good wine." "O where be your characters Ye maidens brisk and gay?" "O they be a swallowed! We've drunk them clean away." No. 95 TOBACCO IS AN INDIAN WEED C.J.S. [Music] 1 Tobacco is an Indian weed, Grows green at morn, is cut down at eve; It shows our decay; We fade as hay. Think on this,--when you smoke tobacco. 2 The pipe that is so lily-white, Wherein so many take delight, Gone with a touch; Man's life is such, Think on this,--when you smoke tobacco. 3 The pipe that is so foul within, Shews how the soul is stained with sin; It doth require The purging fire. Think on this,--when you smoke tobacco. 4 The ashes that are left behind, Do serve to put us all in mind, That unto dust, Return we must. Think on this,--when you smoke tobacco. 5 The smoke that doth so high ascend, Shows that our life must have an end; The vapours' gone, Man's life is done. Think on this,--when you smoke tobacco. No. 96 FAIR SUSAN C.J.S. [Music] 1 Fair Susan slumbered in shady bower, Safe hid, she thought, from every eye; Nor dreamed she in that tranquil hour Her own true love was passing by. 2 He gazed in rapture upon her beauty, Sleep did her charms but more reveal; He deemed it sure a lover's duty From those sweet lips a kiss to steal. 3 In shame and anger poor Susan started, With eyes aflame she bade him go; "Return no more!--for ever parted; Cruel and base to use me so!" 4 "By too much love I have offended, Forgive me if I cause you pain; But if indeed our love be ended, Pray give me back my kiss again." No. 97 THE FALSE BRIDE H.F.S. [Music] 1 I courted a maiden both buxom and gay, Unheeding what people against her did say, I thought her as constant and true as the day. But now she is going to be married. 2 O when to the church I my fair love saw go, I followed her up with a heart full of woe, And eyes that with tears of grief did o'erflow, To see how my suit had miscarried. 3 O when in the chancel I saw my love stan', With ring on her finger, and true love in han', I thought that for certain 'twas not the right man, Although 'twas the man she was taking. 4 O when I my fair love saw sit in her seat I sat myself by her, but nothing could eat; Her company, thought I, was better than meat, Although my heart sorely was aching. 5 O woe be the day that I courted the maid, That ever I trusted a word that she said, That with her I wander'd along the green glade, Accurs'd be the day that I met her. 6