WHEN I was young and in my prime, I'd neither thought, nor care, I took delight in mirth and wine, And rov'd from fair to fair: I took delight in jovial life, 'Till fate on me did frown: Until alas! I got a wife, And the world turn'd upside down.

What happy golden days were these, When I was in my prime? The lasses took delight in me, I was so neat and fine; I rov'd about from fair to fair, Likewise from town to town: Until I married me a wife, And the world turn'd upside down.

My master sent me out one day, To get a load of hay, I met a friend upon the road, Who caused me to stay; Before we'd drunk one flaggon out, My wife came up to town; And there she made a doleful rout, And the world turn'd upside down.

Like thunder was the dismal song, She rattled in my ear; I begg'd of her to hold her tongue, But that she would not bear: For then she took the flaggon up, And with it crack'd my crown; Then I durst neither speak nor look; Oh the world turn'd upside down.

As I went to the mill one day, I met with honest Joan, And as we rode along the way, To her I made my moan; My wife came with a doleful curse, And call'd me silly clown, Which made the matter worse and worse, Oh the world turn'd upside down.

So then I lugg'd her by the ears, And both her sides did baste; I thresh'd her sore, wth cudgel till Her strength began to waste; She since doth yield to my consent, And ne'er does on me frown: So now she lives in sweet content; And the world is right side down.

CONSTANT CHARLEY.

OVER the hills and lofty mountains, Where the vales are cover'd with snow, Near the murmurs of a fountain, Where the chrystal waters flow; There fair Flora sat complaining, For the loss of her dear swain, Crying Charley, constant Charley, Wilt thou ne'er return again?

Flora's beauties were surprising, Bright as Phoebus were her eyes, And her clothing, highland L'laddie, Like the Rainbow in the skies; She each minute, on her spinnet, Would repeat this noble strain, Saying Charley, constant Charley, Wilt thou ne'er return again?

Kings and Princes wait now for thee, To conduct thee o'er the deep, Thousands shall fall down before thee, Asking favors at thy feet; Applause and honour shall attend thee, Worth and fame thy head shall wear, Joys ten thousand shall surround thee, Kind and constant Chevalier.

When the winter frosts are over, Charley shall return again, On the banks of pink and clover, There I'll meet my constant swain, Lambs shall caper to the Tabor, Larks and Linnets too shall sing, Crying Charley, constant Charley Welcome home my royal King.