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SONGSTER. 183
On hearing which, his person no longer he conceal'd*
He flew into her arms, and his person did reveal.
Now these constant lovers did each other embrace;
He kiss'd her bright tears from her cheeks, and wip'd
her lovely face.
Saying, my dearest Nancy, with you Pll ever stay,
I'll never more depart till my mainmast's cut away.
Pusli along*—Keep moving^.
As sung by Mr. H. EBERLE, with unbounded applause.
I am a man of learning, and the ladies say I'm pretty;
A school I kept for many years, in London's famous
city;
The arts and sciences I taught, though somewhat
fond of roving,
For this my motto always was, to push along, keep
moving.
(Spoken in different voices.)—How d'ye do, old
one ] My dear boy, how do you do ] Want a little
instruction in bang up—that don't come within the
circle of the sciences. Explain ! Oh, I only want
to gammon ithe flats. Now 1 have it, music—this is
the science you want to learn—do me the honor to
bejbome my pupil—Pll learn you how to gammon the
flats, on the new principles of
Push along, keep moving.
A wife I had, and she was young, oh, think of wedlock's
joys;
She would not let me keep a school, because I whipp'd
the boys;
Says she, a doctor you shaU be, your talen Is thus im­
proving, irr.
And all your patients, by your drugs, Aall push
along, keep moving.