Caulfield with great applause:--

Fare you well, my own Mary Anne,
Fare you well for a while:
For the ship it is ready, and the wind it is fair,
And I am bound for the sea, Mary Anne.
Fare you well, &c.

Don't you see that turtle dove,
A sitting on yonder pile,
Lamenting the loss of its own true love?--
And so am I for mine, Mary Anne.
Fare you well, &c.

A lobster in a lobster-pot,
A blue-fish wriggling on a hook,
May suffer some, but, oh! no not
What I do feel for my Mary Anne.
Fare you well, &c.

The pride of all the produce rare,
That in our kitchen-garden grow'd,
Was pumpkins, but none could compare
In angel-form to my Mary Anne.
Fare you well, &c.

or of the following, sung by Mrs Caulfield with still greater applause:--

Down in Skytown lived a maid,
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?
Churning butter was her trade,
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?
She loved a feller whose name was Will,
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?
His dad he used to own the mill,
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?

CHORUS.

Kemo, kimo, where? oh there! my high, my low,
Then in came Sally singing,
Sometimes, Medley winkum lingtum nip cat.
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?

She wanted Will for worse or better,
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?
She'd have married, but dad wouldn't let her.
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?
And so she went and got a knife,
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?
She broke her heart and lost her life,
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?
Kemo, kimo, &c.

Then Josh he felt his dander risin',
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?
So he went and swallow'd pisin,
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?
The village folks laugh'd in their sleeve,
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?
For Jordan's a hard road to travel, I believe,
Sing song Polly won't you try me, oh?
Kemo, kimo, &c.

But, compared with many of the places frequented by both sexes,
Canterbury Hall is a respectable place. I may think that more rational
amusement might be found than by sitting s