In Bibberley town a maid did dwell, A buxom lass, as I've heard tell; As straight as a wand, just twenty two, And many a bachelor had her in view. Ri fal de ral diddle, ri fal de ral dee, What ups and downs in the world there be! 2 This maid so beautiful fair and free, Was sought by a squire of high degree; He courted her honestly for his wife, But she couldn't venture so high in life. Ri fal de ral &c. 3 A tinker there came to mend the kettle, She fell in love with the man of metal; His songs and his jokes won her heart and her hand, And she promised with him in the church to stand. Ri fal de ral &c. 4 They wed, and this jovial mender of pots Proved only a brute and the prince of sots; He beat her, he starved her, she gave him the slip, And back to Bibberley town did trip. Ri fal de ral &c. 5 She found that the Squire her former flame Had wooed and married a wealthy dame; But a vacant place in the house she took, And, instead of his wife, she became his cook. Ri fal de ral diddle, ri fal de ral dee; What ups and downs in the world there be! No. 111 THE MARIGOLD C.J.S. [Music] 1 'Twas East North East, so near the line So near as we could lie, We'd had scarcely left our loading port, 'Ere ten sail of Turks we spy. "Come strike your colours ye English dogs, Strike colours presently, Come strike your colours ye English dogs, Or they shall be struck by we." 2 Our captain being a valiant man, On quarterdeck did stand, "It ne'er shall be said that we did run While we have aboard a hand." O! then out spake our boatswain bold, To the gunner then spake he, "Come plant your guns while they are cold Both powder and shot are free." 3 Broadside to broadside we return'd From morn till day was done Till three we sank, and three we burn'd And three away did run, Till three we sank, and three we burn'd And three did sail away; And one we brought to merry England To show we'd won the day. 4 Now if you'd know our goodly ship And know our captain's name; Sir Thomas Merrifield captain was Of the Marigold, ship of fame. A gallant man Sir Thomas was Of famous Bristow town A gallant crew were we aboard We gained us great renown. No. 112 ARTHUR LE BRIDE C.J.S. [Music] 1 I once had a cousin called Arthur Le Bride, And he and I wandered adown the sea side, For our pleasure and pastime a watching the tide; O the weather was pleasant and charming. 2 So gaily and gallant we went on a tramp, We met Sergeant Napier and Corp'ral Demant, And the neat little drummer that tended the camp, To beat the row-dow in the morning. 3