I'll fry some bread cut rather fine, To place betwixt each chop of mine; Some spinach, or some cauliflowers, May ornament this dish of ours. I will not let thee once repine At having come with me to dine: 'T will be my pride to hear thee say, "I have enjoy'd my Chop, to-day." Come, dine with me; yes, dine with me; Dine, dine, dine, with me, etc. BARLEY WATER. AIR--"On the Banks of Allan Water." For a jug of Barley Water Take a saucepan not too small; Give it to your wife or daughter, If within your call. If her duty you have taught her, Very willing each will be To prepare some Barley Water Cheerfully for thee. For a jug of Barley Water, Half a gallon, less or more, From the filter that you bought her, Ask your wife to pour. When a saucepan you have brought her Polish'd bright as bright can be, In it empty all the water, Either you or she. For your jug of Barley Water ('Tis a drink by no means bad), Some two ounces and a quarter Of pearl barley add. When 'tis boiling, let your daughter Skim from blacks to keep it free; Added to your Barley Water Lemon rind should be. For your jug of Barley Water (I have made it very oft), It must boil, so tell your daughter, Till the barley's soft. Juice of a small lemon's quarter Add; then sweeten all like tea; Strain through sieve your Barley Water-- 'Twill delicious be. BOILED CHICKEN. AIR--"Norah Creina." Lesbia hath a fowl to cook; But, being anxious not to spoil it, Searches anxiously our book, For how to roast, and how to boil it. Sweet it is to dine upon-- Quite alone, when small its size is;-- And, when cleverly 'tis done, Its delicacy quite surprises. Oh! my tender pullet dear! My boiled--not roasted--tender Chicken; I can wish No other dish, With thee supplied, my tender Chicken! Lesbia, take some water cold, And having on the fire placed it, And some butter, and be bold-- When 'tis hot enough--taste it. Oh! the Chicken meant for me Boil before the fire grows dimmer, Twenty minutes let it be In the saucepan left to simmer. Oh, my tender Chicken dear! My boil'd, delicious, tender Chicken! Rub the breast (To give a zest) With lemon-juice, my tender Chicken. Lesbia hath with sauce combined Broccoli white, without a tarnish; 'Tis hard to tell if 'tis design'd For vegetable or for garnish. Pillow'd on a butter'd dish, My Chicken temptingly reposes, Making gourmands for it wish, Should the savor reach their noses. Oh, my tender pullet dear! My boiled--not roasted--tender Chicken Day or night, Thy meal is light, For supper, e'en, my tender Chicken. STEWED DUCK AND PEAS. AIR--"My Heart and Lute." I give thee all, I can no more, Though poor the dinner be; Stew'd Duck and Peas are all the store That I can offer thee. A Duck, whose tender breast reveals Its early youth full well; And better still, a Pea that peels From fresh transparent shell.