For they had another game in hand which was to pawn those pretty creatures; Though if out of the door they entered first But when they found they were catch'd in the pound Now finding the men returned no more it chanc'd to be fifteen shillings just: poor soul she paid it e'ry penny; Said she for this I had not a Kiss NOTTINGHAM GOOSE FAIR. The following ballad was written about the year 1820, by Mr. James Robertson, a favourite comedian on the Nottingham boards of the old theatre in St. Mary's Gate, under the management of Mr. Manley. His "benefit" always took place in Goose Fair week, when he sang this song. He also painted a "drop curtain" of the Market Place at Goose Fair : Dicky Jones to Goose Fair went, The Wilford Ferryman he was sent With Grace from Bobber' Mill. Grace's cheeks were red, her eyes were black, And tight was ever rag; Sam's shoes were near two inches thick, With here and there a brag. But I'll put up at "The Crown." Past Peter's Church and up Peck Lane They halted a bit, then on again, The steerings had began. (sic.) The crowd was thick, but they burst through, At Chapel Bar the game began, They drank hot ale and gin; Grace's face was like the rising sun And Sam felt warm within. Yet Hague's tongue hopt jogging on; Says she, "That's buck's no waistcoat on, Lions and Tigers, four and five, Were painted outside shows; Mr, Punch too was all alive, Cries "show 'em in. Off she goes. For twopence friends walk in you ought:" They all then walked away. Says Grace, "You've shown us so much for nought, Ecod we will not pay." At Playhouse then they perch'd aloft, With shouts the place did ring: "Hats off! hats off!" they cried so soft, Then sang "God save the King.” Young Grace kept laughing all along, Nor ceased till all was o'er, When Jemmy sung his comic song, They all cried out "nancore." The playhouse o'er they went in pairs; "Let's peaceably depart." Tom Forth he led them down "Long Stairs," For Sneinton ball-room start. Here they paid and took their places, But awkwardly did stand; Sammy tried to shuffle wi' Grace, But turned out a two needle hand. The Ferryman then backed two couple, He singled again with Sally Hornbuckle, Then set again to Nell. He then flew up the middle, And hopp'd about with Kit, His pumps just touched Greg Morley's fiddle, Sam stared, his hair stood quite erect, Jem Thompson says, "We must collect," Then left Greg Morley's room. Sammy whisper'd to his cousin John, He'd "mind better for't time to come." "Good night," says Cis; "Good night," says Ris; "Good night," says Nan, "Good night," says John, They cuddl'd, and kiss'd their faces, And were they much to blame? A SONG OF THE NOTTINGHAM LACE TRADE. In the year 1825, when Heathcoat's patent expired, there was a rage for building lace frames, and for a time the workmen earned from £4 to £7 a week. When the panic came, which resulted in the ruin of many persons, the workmen thus sang of the times and circumstances they had recently passed through : With rum and gin, and brandy, O, we made the people stare, To And servants left the mop and broom, and wouldn't go to place, SWEET KATE OF ARNO VALE. The following song appeared in the Old Sailor's Jolly Boat, and was initialed "S. M." (Samuel Mullens) : : Let courtiers sigh for beauties high, No borrowed charms my bosom warms, I love a country maid. The bloom that glows upon her cheeks But richer charms adorn the mind Her modest smiles and gentle mein, Serenest joys impart ; And every look and word display Her pure and loving heart. Her mother's eyes with rapture beam Because she knows that truth adorns The cot in which my fathers dwelt, When Kate adorns my board. And oh what bliss, her lips to kiss, Sweet Kate of Arno Vale. THE MAID OF ARNO'S DEAD. BY SAMUEL MULLENS. The rosebud droops in Arno Vale, A mournful tale swells on the gale, Twelve maidens bright, in virgin white, Her early death bewail, As slowly to her grave they bear The Maid of Arno Vale. The light that trembled in her eye, |