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Choose you this day whom you will serve,
Choose on whose side you will stand;
Will you stand with the throng,
Who uphold the wrong,
Or be led by the nail-pierced hands?

Consider the wages, tally the cost,
If to Satan's dark paths you should stray;
How tragic if all of God's blessings be lost,
And eternal damnation your pay!

So hasten to join in the battle for truth,
Take a stand for the Saviour today;
Surrender to Jesus your talents, your youth,
Much is lost each hour you delay!

Chook, chook, chook, chook, chook,
Good morning, Mrs. Hen.
How many chickens have you got?
Madam, I've got ten.
Four of them are yellow,
And four of them are brown,
And two of them are speckled red,
The nicest in the town.

(Sung by the savages as they danced round the Latin grammar master, in a hamper with his head shaved, while two savages floured him, before putting him to the fire to be cooked)
Choo a choo a choo tooth.
Muntch, muntch. Nycey!
Choo a choo a choo tooth.
Muntch, muntch. Nycey!

Chimney-sweeper's boy am I, A
Pity my wretched fate!
Ah, turn your eyes; 'twould draw a tear,
Knew you my helpless state.

Far from my home, no parents I
Am ever doomed to see;
My master, should I sue to him,
He'd flog the skin from me.

Ah, dearest madam, dearest sir,
Have pity on my youth;
Though black, and covered o'er with rags,
I tell you naught but truth.

A child's a plaything for an hour;
Its pretty tricks we try
For that or for a longer space;
Then tire, and lay it by.

But I knew one that to itself
All seasons could control;
That would have mocked the sense of pain
Out of a grieved soul.

Thou straggler into loving arms,
Young climber up on knees,
When I forget thy thousand ways,
Then life and all shall cease.

The children wandered up and down,
 Seeking for driftwood o'er the sand;
The elder tugged at granny's gown,
 And pointed with his little hand.

“Look! look!” he cried, “at yonder ship
 That sails so fast and looms so tall!”
She turned, and let her basket slip,
 And all her gathered treasure fall.

“Nay, granny, why are you so pale?
 Where is the ship we saw but now?”
“Oh, child, it was no mortal sail!
 It came and went, I know not how.

“But ill winds fill that canvas white

The [visions] Caverns of the Grave Ive seen
And these I shewd to Englands Queen
[And] But now the Caves of Hell I view
Who shall I dare to shew them to
What mighty Soul in Beautys form
Shall [dare to] dauntless View the Infernal Storm
Egremonts Countess [dare] can controll
The [waves] flames of Hell that round me roll
If she refuse I still go on
Till the Heavens & Earth are gone
Still admird by [worthy] Noble minds
Followd by Envy on the winds
Reengravd Time after Time
Ever in their youthful prime

Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come

By Cavite on the bay
'T was the Spanish squadron lay;
And the red dawn was creeping
O'er the city that lay sleeping
To the east, like a bride, in the May.
There was peace at Manila,
In the May morn at Manila, —
When ho, the Spanish admiral
Awoke to find our line
Had passed by gray Corregidor,
Had laughed at shoal and mine,
And flung to the sky its banners
With " Remember " for the sign!

With the ships of Spain before
In the shelter of the shore,
And the forts on the right,

Chief of organic numbers!
Old scholar of the spheres!
Thy spirit never slumbers,
But rolls about our ears,
For ever, and for ever!
O what a mad endeavour
Worketh he,
Who to thy sacred and ennobled hearse
Would offer a burnt sacrifice of verse
And melody.

How heavenward thou soundest,
Live temple of sweet noise,
And discord unconfoundest,
Give delight new joys,
And pleasure nobler pinions!
O, where are thy dominions?
Lend thine ear