fsDEY,R Y.

STATE PRISON MELODIES.
1'Ae Tread-slE9t Song. The stars are rolling in inc sky, The earth rolls oa bclow, And we can feeisthe rattiing wheel

 Revolving as VIC go. ,s.s..s.--. Then tread away my gallant boys, And :...s.ss! n. ..ts... axle ll:y Why shouldn't wheels go round about, Like planets in the sky! Wake up, wake up, my diucik-ieggcti man, Aud stir your solid pegs; Arouse, arouse, my gawky friend,

 And shake your spider legs: What though you're awkward at the trade, There's time enough to learn so iean5Ipon the rail, my lad

 i isd It tnse tier tt;if-ii. They've built us up a noble wall, To keep the vulgar out; We've nothing in the world to do, But just to walk about So go it now, you middle men, And try to beat the ends It's pleasant work to rambie round Among ones honest friends. Here, tread upon the long mans toes, He sha 'nt be lazy here-- And punch the little fellow s ribs, And tweaL1 that lubber's ear-- He's lost them beth-aen't pull his hair, Because he wears a scratch, But poke him in the farther eye,

 That IS Tt in the patch. Hark, fellows, there's the supper bell, And so our work is done; It's pretty sport-suppose we take 4 round or two for fun Never they should turn me out, When have better grown, Now hang me, but mean to have Atread-mill of my own. II.