Good morning young fellows, the sergeant did cry, And the same to you sergeant we made a reply, There was nothing more spoken, we made to pass by. 'Twas all on a Christmas day morning. 4 Come! come my fine fellows, I pray you enlist, Ten guineas in gold I will slap in your fist, And a crown in the bargain to kick up a dust, For to drink the king's health in the morning. 5[30] O, no! Mr. Sergeant, we are not for sale We make no such bargain--your bribe won't avail, Not tired of our country we care not to sail, Tho' your offers look pleasant and charming. 6[31] Hah! if you insult me, without other words I swear by the king we will draw out our swords, And thrust thro' your bodies, as strength us affords, And leave you without further warning. 7 We beat the bold drummer as flat as his shoe, We made a football of his row-de-dow-do, And the sergeant and corporal, knocked down the two, O we were the boys in the morning. 8 The two little weapons that hung at their side, As we trotted away we threw into the tide, May old Harry be with you, said Arthur Le Bride For staying our walk in the morning. [Footnote 30: May be omitted in singing.] [Footnote 31: May be omitted in singing.] No. 113 THE KEEPER C.J.S. [Music] 1 O there was a keeper, a shooting did go, And under his arm he did carry a bow, And that for to bring down the buck and the doe; All in the green forest, the forest so green, Where the red roses blossom to crown my queen. 2 The very first doe that he shot at he miss'd, The second escaped by the breadth of his fist. The third doe was young, so he caught her and kiss'd; All in the green forest, the forest so green, Where the red roses blossom to crown my queen. 3 "My fair pretty doe, you no longer shall roam, For certainly henceforth with me you shall come, To tarry securely in my little home; All in the green forest, the forest so green, Where the red roses blossom to crown my queen. 4 "Aside I will cast now my billets and bow, I'll tarry at home with my own pretty doe, As proud as a king of his sceptre, I trow; All in the green forest, the forest so green, Where the red roses blossom to crown my queen." No. 114 THE QUEEN OF HEARTS C.J.S. [Music] 1 To the Queen of Hearts he's the Ace of sorrow, He is here to-day, he is gone to-morrow; Young men are plenty, but sweet-hearts few, If my love leave me, what shall I do? 2 When my love comes in I gaze not around, When my love goes out, I fall in a swound; To meet is pleasure, to part is sorrow, He is here to-day, he is gone to-morrow. 3 Had I the store in yonder mountain, Where gold and silver is had for counting, I could not count, for the thought of thee, My eyes so full that I could not see. 4