Gallant boys! be stiff and steady, Each man have his flint-lock ready! Each man have his flask and powder! And his fire stock o'er his shoulder! Sweet, farewell! &c. 4 Mary said, Do not bereave me! Do not break my heart and leave me! If you do, I will torment you, When I'm dead, my ghost will ha'nt you Sweet, farewell! &c. 5 Nay, said William, my dear Mary I with you nowise can tarry. Duty calls--that naught can alter At its summons none must falter. Sweet, farewell! &c. No. 120 OLD ADAM THE POACHER C.J.S. [Music] 1 Old Adam was a poacher, Went out one day at Fall, To catch a hare for roasting And eating bones and all, In the sun Expecting fun Old Adam smiling lay. O hare it is good eating, Thus did old Adam say. Old Adam was a poacher, Went out one day at Fall, To catch a hare for roasting, And eating, bones and all. 2 A keeper that was passing, Peer'd slyly through the brake Saw Adam with his springle; Proceeded both to take. Hare not his'n, So in prison Old Adam groaning lay. O hare it is good eating But not for him to-day, Old Adam was a poacher Went out one day at Fall Went out that morning looking big Returnèd, looking small. No. 121 THE EVENING PRAYER C.J.S. [Music] 1 Matthew, Mark and Luke and John Bless the bed that I lie on. Four angels to my bed Two to bottom, two to head, Two to hear me when I pray, Two to bear my soul away. 2 Monday morn the week begin, Christ deliver our souls from sin. Tuesday morn, nor curse nor swear, Christes Body that will tear. Wednesday, middle of the week, Woe to the soul Christ does not seek. 3 Thursday morn, Saint Peter wrote Joy to the soul that heaven hath bote, Friday Christ died on the tree To save other men as well as me. Saturday, sure, the evening dead, Sunday morn, the Book's outspread. 4 God is the branch and I the flower, Pray God send me a blessed hour. I go to bed, some sleep to take, The Lord, he knows if I shall wake. Sleep I ever, sleep I never, God receive my soul for ever. NOTES ON THE SONGS 1. BY CHANCE IT WAS. Music and words dictated by James Parsons, hedger, Lew Down; he had learned it from his father, "The Singing Machine." A second version of the melody was obtained from Bruce Tyndall, Esq., of Exmouth, who had learned it from a Devonshire nurse in 1839 or 1840. The melody was but a variant. It had lost the E[natural] that comes in so pleasantly. The tune was certainly originally in the Dorian mode, the E[flat] being an alteration of a modern singer. We did not, however, feel justified in restoring the air to its early form, as we had no authority for so doing.