I love my father, I love my mother, I love my sister, I love my brother; I love my friends, my relations too, But I'd leave them all for the love of you. 5 My father left me both house and land, And servants many at my command; At my commandment they ne'er shall be, I'll forsake them all for to follow thee. 6 An Ace of sorrow to the Queen of Hearts, O how my bosom bleeds and smarts; Young men are plenty, but sweet-hearts few, If my love leave me, what shall I do? No. 115 THE OWL C.J.S. [Music] 1 Of all the birds that ever I see, The owl is the fairest in her degree. For all the day long she sits in a tree, And when the night cometh, away flies she. To-whit! To-who! says she, To-who! Cinamon, ginger, nutmegs and cloves, And brandy gave me my jolly red nose. 2 The lark in the morn ascendeth on high And leaves the poor owl to sob and to sigh; And all the day long, the owl is asleep, While little birds blithely are singing, cheep! cheep! To-whit! To-who! says she, To-who! Cinamon, ginger, &c. 3 There's many a brave bird boasteth awhile, And proves himself great, let Providence smile, Be hills and be vallies all covered with snow, The poor owl will shiver and mock with Ho! Ho! To-whit! To-who! says she, To-who! Cinamon, ginger, &c. No. 116 MY MOTHER DID SO BEFORE ME C.J.S. [Music] 1 I am a brisk and bonny lass, A little over twenty. And by my comely air and dress, Of sweethearts I've got plenty. But I'll beware of wedlock's snare, Tho' dying swains adore me, The men I'll tease, myself to please, My mother did so before me. 2 With fine brocade and diamonds bright, Like merry Spring delighting, My heart, my humours all delight, For my sweet face's inviting. I take delight, both day and night, To be talked of in story. I'll have it said: Here shines a maid! My mother did so before me. 3 To parks and plays I often go, I'll waste each leasure hour; I'll walk and talk with every beau, And make them feel my power. If e'er a spark should fire my heart, From one who does adore me, I'll wed and kiss, in married bliss, My mother did so before me. 4 So well I'll manage when I'm wed, My husband to perfection, And as good wives have always said, Keep husbands in subjection. No snarling fool me e'er shall rule, Nor e'er eclipse my glory, I'll let him see, mistress I'll be, My mother did so before me. No. 117 A WEEK'S WORK WELL DONE C.J.S. [Music] 1 On Monday morn I married a wife, I thought to live a sober life. As it fell out I were better dead, Than mark the time when I was wed. Laddy-heigh-ho! Laddy-heigh-ho! Fal-de-ral-li-do! Laddy-heigh-ho! 2