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Ballad： THE SPANISH LADIES。
＇THIS song is ancient； but we have no means of ascertaining at what period it was written。 Captain Marryat； in his novel of POOR JACK； introduces it； and says it is OLD。 It is a general favourite。 The air is plaintive； and in the minor key。 See POPULAR MUSIC。＇
FAREWELL； and adieu to you Spanish ladies； Farewell； and adieu to you ladies of Spain！ For we've received orders for to sail for old England； But we hope in a short time to see you again。
We'll rant and we'll roar （66） like true British heroes； We'll rant and we'll roar across the salt seas； Until we strike soundings in the channel of old England； From Ushant to Scilly is thirty…five leagues。
Then we hove our ship to； with the wind at sou'…west； boys； We hove our ship to； for to strike soundings clear； We got soundings in ninety…five fathom； and boldly Up the channel of old England our course we did steer。
The first land we made it was called the Deadman； Next； Ram'shead off Plymouth； Start； Portland； and Wight； We passed by Beachy； by Fairleigh； and Dungeness； And hove our ship to； off the South Foreland light。
Then a signal was made for the grand fleet to anchor All in the Downs； that night for to sleep； Then stand by your stoppers； let go your shank…painters； Haul all your clew…garnets； stick out tacks and sheets。
So let every man toss off a full bumper； Let every man toss off his full bowls； We'll drink and be jolly； and drown melancholy； So here's a good health to all true…hearted souls！
Ballad： HARRY THE TAILOR。 （TRADITIONAL。）
＇THE following song was taken down some years ago from the recitation of a country curate； who said he had learned it from a very old inhabitant of Methley； near Pontefract； Yorkshire。 We have never seen it in print。＇
WHEN Harry the tailor was twenty years old； He began for to look with courage so bold； He told his old mother he was not in jest； But he would have a wife as well as the rest。
Then Harry next morning； before it was day； To the house of his fair maid took his way。 He found his dear Dolly a making of cheese； Says he； 'You must give me a buss； if you please！'
She up with the bowl； the butter…milk flew； And Harry the tailor looked wonderful blue。 'O； Dolly； my dear； what hast thou done？ From my back to my breeks has thy butter…milk run。'
She gave him a push； he stumbled and fell Down from the dairy into the drawwell。 Then Harry； the ploughboy； ran amain； And soon brought him up in the bucket again。
Then Harry went home like a drowned rat； And told his old mother what he had been at。 With butter…milk； bowl； and a terrible fall； O； if this be called love； may the devil take all！
Ballad： SIR ARTHUR AND CHARMING MOLLEE。 （TRADITIONAL。）
＇FOR this old Northumbrian song we are indebted to Mr。 Robert Chambers。 It was taken down from the recitation of a lady。 The 'Sir Arthur' is no less a personage than Sir Arthur Haslerigg； the Governor of Tynemouth Castle during the Protectorate of Cromwell。＇
AS noble Sir Arthur one morning did ride； With his hounds at his feet； and his sword by his side； He saw a fair maid sitting under a tree； He asked her name； and she said 'twas Mollee。
'Oh； charming Mollee； you my butler shall be； To draw the red wine for yourself and for me！ I'll make you a lady so high in degree； If you will but love me； my charming Mollee！
'I'll give you fine ribbons； I'll give you fine rings； I'll give you fine jewels； and many fine things； I'll give you a petticoat flounced to the knee； If you will but love me； my charming Mollee！'
'I'll have none of your ribbons； and none of your rings； None of your jewels； and other fine things； And I've got a petticoat suits my degree； And I'll ne'er love a married man till his wife dee。'
'Oh； charming Mollee； lend me then your penknife； And I will go home； and I'll kill my own wife； I'll kill my own wife； and my bairnies three； If you will but love me； my charming Mollee！'
'Oh； noble Sir Arthur； it must not be so； Go home to your wife； and let nobody know； For seven long years I will wait upon thee； But I'll ne'er love a married man till his wife dee。'
Now seven long years are gone and are past； The old woman went to her long home at last； The old woman died； and Sir Arthur was free； And he soon came a…courting to charming Mollee。
Now charming Mollee in her carriage doth ride； With her hounds at her feet； and her lord by her side： Now all ye fair maids take a warning by me； And ne'er love a married man till his wife dee。
Ballad： THERE WAS AN OLD MAN CAME OVER THE LEA。
＇THIS is a version of the BAILLIE OF BERWICK； which will be found in the LOCAL HISTORIAN'S TABLE…BOOK。 It was originally obtained from Morpeth； and communicated by W。 H。 Longstaffe； Esq。； of Darlington； who says； 'in many respects the BAILLIE OF BERWICK is the better edition … still mine may furnish an extra stanza or two； and the ha！ ha！ ha！ is better than heigho； though the notes suit either version。'＇
THERE was an old man came over the Lea； Ha…ha…ha…ha！ but I won't have him。 （67） He came over the Lea； A…courting to me； With his grey beard newly…shaven。
My mother she bid me open the door： I opened the door； And he fell on the floor。
My mother she bid me set him a stool： I set him a stool； And he looked like a fool。
My mother she bid me give him some beer： I gave him some beer； And he thought it good cheer。
My mother she bid me cut him some bread： I cut him some bread； And I threw't at his head。
My mother she bid me light him to bed。 I lit him to bed； And wished he were dead。
My mother she bid me tell him to rise： I told him to rise； And he opened his eyes。
My mother she bid me take him to church： I took him to church； And left him in the lurch； With his grey beard newly…shaven。
Ballad： WHY SHOULD WE QUARREL FOR RICHES。
＇A VERSION of this very favourite song may be found in Ramsay's TEA…TABLE MISCELLANY。 Though a sailor's song； we question whether it is not a greater favourite with landsmen。 The chorus is become proverbial； and its philosophy has often been invoked to mitigate the evils and misfortunes of life。＇
HOW pleasant a sailor's life passes； Who roams o'er the watery main！ No treasure he ever amasses； But cheerfully spends all his gain。 We're strangers to party and faction； To honour and honesty true； And would not commit a bad action For power or profit in view。 Then why should we quarrel for riches； Or any such glittering toys； A light heart； and a thin pair of breeches； Will go through the world； my brave boys！
The world is a beautiful garden； Enriched with the blessings of life； The toiler with plenty rewarding； Which plenty too often breeds strife。 When terrible tempests assail us； And mountainous billows affright； No grandeur or wealth can avail us； But skilful industry steers right。 Then why； &c。
The courtier's more subject to dangers； Who rules at the helm of the state； Than we that； to politics strangers； Escape the snares laid for the great。 The various blessings of nature； In various nations we try； No mortals than us can be greater； Who merrily live till we die。 Then why should； &c。
Ballad： THE MERRY FELLOWS； OR； HE THAT WILL NOT MERRY； MERRY BE。
＇THE popularity of this old lyric； of which ours is the ballad… printer's version； has been increased by the lively and appropriate music recently adapted to it by Mr。 Holderness。 The date of this song is about the era of Charles II。＇
NOW； since we're met； let's merry； merry be； In spite of all our foes； And he that will not merry be； We'll pull him by the nose。 CHO。 Let him be merry； merry there； While we're all merry； merry here； For who can know where he shall go； To be merry another year。
He that will not merry； merry be； With a generous bowl and a toast； May he in Bridewell be shut up； And fast bound to a post。 Let him； &c。
He that will not merry； merry be； And take his glass in course； May he be obliged to drink small beer； Ne'er a penny in his purse。 Let him； &c。
He that will not merry； merry be； With a company of jolly boys； May he be plagued with a scolding wife； To confound him with her noise。 Let him； &c。
＇He that will not merry； merry be； With his sweetheart by his side； Let him be laid in the cold churchyard； With a head…stone for his bride。 Let him； &c。＇
Ballad： THE OLD MAN'S SONG。
＇THIS ditty； still occasionally heard in the country districts； seems to be the original of the very beautiful song； THE DOWNHILL OF LIFE。 THE OLD MAN'S SONG may be found in Playford's THEATRE OF MUSIC； 1685； but we are inclined to refer it to an earlier period。 The song is also published by D'Urfey； accompanied by two objectionable parodies。＇
IF I live to grow old； for I find I go down； Let this be my fate in a country town：… May I have a warm house； with a stone at the gate； And a cleanly young girl to rub my bald pate； May I govern my passions with absolute sway； And grow wiser and better as strength wears away； Without gout or stone； by a gentle decay。
In a country town； by a murmuring brook； With the ocean at distance on which I may look； With a spacious plain； without hedge or stile； And an easy