36 OLD DORSET SONGS. 



Kind friends, now from me take a warning 



From what I have just said to you, 

 And I hope in my dress you won't scorn me, 



For you don't know what you may come to ; 

 And I try to be honest and upright, 



And do all the good that I can ; 

 And I try all I know to get on in this world, 



And prove to my friends I'm a man. 

 Chorus. 



This song, which is credited with a Dorset origin, is not 

 infrequently sung by tramps. It was heard recently in the 

 streets of Weymouth. 



THE PUNCH-BOWL. 



O come listen awhile and I'll sing you a song 

 In the praise of good brandy and Jamaica get rum ; 

 Strong beer and good cider through England doth run ; 

 Sweet orange and lemons from Portugal come. 



Chorus. 



Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl ; 

 Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl, 

 I'll fathom the bowl, I'll fathom the bowl ; 

 Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl. 



My wife she'll come in, and will sit at her ease ; 



She'll pay what she'll call for, and drink what she please ; 



She'll drink till she's black in the face as a coal. 



Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl ; 



Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl, &c. 



My father is dead, and he lies in the seas ; 

 What matter of that if he lies at his ease ? 

 A clear crystal fountain through England doth roll. 

 Give me the punch ladle, I'll fathom the bowl, &c. 



