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Come all ye railroad section men,
 An' listen to my song;
It is of Larry O'Sullivan,
 Who now is dead and gone.
For twinty years a section boss,
 He niver hired a tar—
Oh, it's “j'int ahead and cinter back,
 An' Jerry, go an' ile that car-r-r!”

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For twinty years a section boss
 He worked upon the track,
And be it to his cred-i-it,
 He niver had a wrack,
For he kept every j'int right up to the p'int
 Wid the tap of the tampin'-bar-r;
And while the byes was a-shimmin' up the ties,

1. Come all ye maids of Simcoe, give ear to what I
write, In crossing Lake Ontario where
raftsmen take delight, In crossing Lake Ontario
as jolly raftsmen do, While your
lowland, loafing farmers can stay at home with you.

2 The lowland, loafing farmers they tell their girls fine tales
All of the dangers they go through in crossing over their fields,
In cutting of their grass so green — that's all what they can do,
Whilst us poor jolly raftsmen runs they [the] St. Lawrence through.

Come all ye lads who know no fear,
To wealth and honor with me steer
In the Hyder Ali privateer,
Commanded by brave Barney.

She's new and true, and tight and sound,
Well rigged aloft, and all well found —
Come away and be with laurel crowned,
Away — and leave your lasses.

Accept our terms without delay,
And make your fortunes while you may,
Such offers are not every day
In the power of the jolly sailor.

Success and fame attend the brave,
But death the coward and the slave,
Who fears to plough the Atlantic wave,

Come , all ye jolly sailors bold,
Whose hearts are cast in honour's mould,
While English glory I unfold,
Huzza for the Arethusa !
She is a frigate tight and brave,
As ever stemmed the dashing wave;
Her men are staunch
To their fav'rite launch.
And when the foe shall meet our fire,
Sooner than strike, we'll all expire

1.

Come all ye jolly lumbermen, and listen to my song,
But do not get discouraged, the length it is not long,
Concerning of some lumbermen, who did agree to go
To spend one pleasant winter up in Canada I O.

2.

It happened late one season in the fall of fifty-three,
A preacher of the gospel one morning came to me;
Said he, " My jolly fellow, how would you like to go
To spend one pleasant winter up in Canada I O? "

3.

To him I quickly made reply, and unto him did say:
" In going out to Canada depends upon the pay.

Come all you tender Christians, wherever you may be,
And likewise pay attention to these few lines from me.
For the murder of James A. Garfield I am condemned to die
On the thirtieth day of June upon the scaffold high.
My name is Charles Guiteau,
My name I'll ne'er deny.
I leave my aged parents
In sorrow for to die.
But little did they think,
While in my youthful bloom,
I'd be taken to the scaffold
To meet my earthly doom.

'Twas down at the station I tried to make my escape,

Come all ye British tars, lend an ear, lend an ear,
Come all ye British tars, lend an ear;
Come all ye British tars fro' aboard a man-o'-war,
And of bribery have a care on the seas.

I of late was admiral on the seas, on the seas,
I of late was admiral on the seas;
I of late was admiral of a squadron stout and tall,
But for gold I sold them all on the seas.

I received an express from London, from London,
I received an express from London;
I received an express to sail up to the west,
The French to disperse from New Home.

Come all you blooming country lads and listen unto me,
And if I do but tell the truth I know you will agree.
It's of the jolly farmers who servants want to have,
For to maintain them in their pride and to be to them a slave.

Servant men, stand up for your wages
When to the hirings you do go,
For you must work all sorts of weather,
Both cold and wet and snow.

While the farmer and his wife in bed so snug and warm can lie,
But you must face the weather both cold, wet or dry;
For the rates they are so heavy and the taxes they are high,

Come all gallant seamen that unite a meeting,
Attend to these lines that I'm going to relate
And, when that you hear, it will move you with pity
To hear how Lord Nelson, he met with his fate.
For he was a bold and undaunted commander
As ever did sail on the ocean wide
And he made both the French and the Spaniards surrender
By always pouring into them a broadside.
Chorus

Mourn, England, mourn; mourn and complain,
For the loss of Lord Nelson, who died on the main.

From aloft to aloft, where he was commanding,

" COME a little nearer, Doctor, — thank you, — let me take the cup: "
Draw your chair up, — draw it closer, — just another little sup!
May be you may think I'm better; but I'm pretty well used up: —
Doctor, you've done all you could do, but I'm just a going up!

" Feel my pulse, sir, if you want to, but it ain't much use to try: " —
" Never say that, " said the Surgeon as he smothered down a sigh;
" It will never do, old comrade, for a soldier to say die! "