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“Stand aside! stand aside!

Leave a space far and wide Till the regiment forms on the track.”

Two soldiers in blue,

Two men-only two
Stepped off, and the Legion was back.

The hurrah softly died,

In the space far and wide, As they welcomed the worn weary men;

The drun on the hill

Grew suddenly still, And the bugle was silent again.

I asked Farmer Shore

A question no more,
For a sick soldier lay on his breast !

While his hand, hard and brown,

Stroked tenderly down, The locks of the yeary at rest.


Would you laugh, or would you cry?
Would you break your heart and die,
If you had a dashing lover
Like my handsome Archie Dean,
And he should forget his wooing
By the moon, the stars, the sun,
To love me evermore,
And should go to Kittie Carrol,
Who has money, so they say,
And with eyes love-filled as ever,
Win her heart, that's like a feather,
Vowing all he had before?
Prithee, tell me, would you cry,
And grow very sad and die?
Always, in the old romances
That dear Archie read to me,
Those that pleased my girlish fancy,
There was always sure to be
Une sweet maiden with a lover
Who was never, never true;
And when they were widely parted,
Then she died, poor broken-hearted,
And did break with grief at last,
Like a lily in the blast-
Say, would you; if you were me?

True, I do love Archie Dean,
Love him, love him, oh! how true;
But see, my eyes are bright,
And my lips and cheeks are red,
(Archie Dean put that in my head!)
And I don't know what to do,
Whether to lie down and weep
Till the red is faded out,
And my eyes are dull and dim,
Maybe blind, and all for him;
(I could do it, I've no doubt.)
Or loop up my pretty hair
With the brightest knots of ribbon,
And the very sweetest roses,
And go to the village fair,
Where he'll be with Kittie Carrol,
And will see me dance the wildest
With some bonny lad that's there,
Just to show how inuch I care.

Archie Dean! Archie Dean!
'Tis the sweetest name I know,
It is writ on my heart, but o'er it now
Is drifting the cold snow.
Archie Dean! Archie Dean!
There's a pain in my heart while I speak;
I wonder if always the thought of your name
Will make me so saddened and weak.
Archie Dean! Archie Dean!
I remember that you said
Your name should be mine and I should be
The happiest bride e'er wed.
I little thought of a day like this
When I could wish I were dead.
But there goes the clock, the hour is near
When I must be off to the fair;
I'll go and dance and dance and dance
With the bonny lads who are there,
In my dress of blue with crimson sash
Which he always liked to see.
I'll whirl before him as fast as I can,
I'll laugh and chatter, yes, that is my plan,
And I know that before the mor!
He'll wish that Kittie Carrol had never been born,
And that he could be sitting again
Close by my side in the green meadow lane,
Vowing his love in a tender strain.
But when I see him coming,
I'll turn my eyes with softest glance

On somebody else-then off in the dance-

And if he should happen to get the chance,
For saying how heartily sorry he is
For having been false to me he loves true,
I won't hear a word that he says, would you?
What you'd better do, Jennie Mark...
Break your heart for Archie Dean?
Jennie Marsh! Jennie Marsh!

Not a bit.
'Tis the very thing he 's after.
He would say to Kittie Carrol,
With careless, mocking laughter,
Here's a pretty little chick,
Who has died for love of me,

'Tis a pity.
But what is a man to do
When the girls beset him so?
If he gives a nosegay here,
If he calls another dear,
If he warbles to a third

A love ditty,
Why, the darling little innocents
Take it all to heart.

Ah! she was a pretty maiden,
A little too fond-hearted,
Eyes a little too love-laden,
But really, when we parted-
Well, she died for love of me,
Kittie Carrol. Don't you see
You are giving him to Kittie
Just as sure as sure can be.
'Tis the way he takes to woo her,
By slyly showing to her,
What a dashing, slashing beau is at ber feet
And of all the pretty pratings
About a woman's deathless loving
And her ever faithful proving,
And her womanly devotion,
I've a very wicked notion
That to carry off the one
That Mary here is sighing for,
And Fanny there is dying for,
Is more than half the happiness,
And nearly all the fun.

Now ii I were a man,
Jennie Marsh! Jennie Marsb'
If I only were a man

For a day-
I'm a maiden, so I can't

Always do just what I want,
But if I were a man, I'd say,
Archie Dean, Go to Thunder!
What's the use of sighs, I wonder,
Your oaths and vows and mutterings
Are awfully profane.
Hie away to Kittie Carrol,
Your loss is but a gain.
Aren't there fishes still a-swimming,

Just as luscious every way
As those that hissed and sputtered

In the sauce-pan yesterday ?
But Jennie, charming Jennie,

You're a tender little woman,
And I expect you'll say that is

So shockingly in human;
And beside you'll never dare,
You little witch, to swear!
But, when you're at the fair,
Don't firt too far with bonny lads,

Because, perhaps, you'll rue it;
And do not dance too merrily,

Because he may see through it; And don't put on an air as if

You're mortally offended; You'll be a feather in his cap,

And then your game is ended. And if, with Kittie on his arm,

You meet him on the green,
Don't agonize your pretty mouth

With Mr. Arthur Dean ;
But every throb of pride or love

Be sure to stifle,
As if your intercourse with him

Were but the merest trifle ;
And make believe, with all your inight,

You'd not care a feather
For all the Carrols in the world,

And Archie Dean together.
Take this advice, and get him back,

My darling, if you can ;
But if you can't, why, right-about,

And take another man.

What I did.
I went to the fair with Charlie

With handsome Charlie Green,
Who has loved me many a year,
And vowed his loving with a tear-
A tear of the heart, I mean.

But I never gave a smile to him

Until to-night,

When full in sight
Of Kittie Carrol and Archie Dean.
Now, Archie knows that Charlie has
A deal of money, and has lands,
And his wealth is little to him
Without my heart and hand.
So I smiled on Charlie,
And I danced with Charlie,
When I knew that Archie's eyes
Were fixed on me as in a trance.
I once caught them in the dance,
And I could have fallen at his feet,

Dear Archie Dean!
But there were Kittie Carrol and Charlie Green,
And when Archie came to me,
As I was sure he would,-
And with softest tone and glance,-
Do you think I dropped my eyes,
With a glad surprise ?

No, no, indeed!

That would not do.
Straight I looked into his face,
With no broken-hearted grace.
Oh! he could not see my pain-
And I told him he must wait

A little while
Till I had danced with Charlie Green;

Then I cast a smile
On Harry Hill and Walter Brown.
Oh, the look he cast on me
As his eyes fell sadly down!
He said he something had to say,
But I laughed and turned away,

For my sight was growing dim,
Saying, I would not forget

That I was to dance with him.
He did not go to Kittie Carrol,
Who was sitting all alone,
Watching us with flashing eyes,
But he slowly turned away
To a corner in the dark.
There he waited patiently,
And, he said, most wearily,
For the dancing to be done;
And although my heart was aching,
And very nigh to breaking,
It was quite a bit of fun
Just to see him standing there

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