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 SALLY MUGGlNS-A meso Song. Tll he sixteen exactly the first day oC May, And I'm sure now that's old enough plenty; But father aud mother look sober, and say Twill be time enough cen when I'm twenty. There's four years wed yel!-(our ddIeslicks ends! l would nol for trifle ensure it. Besides, if Tom thinks what he says and i"te"ds, believe he would never endure it. Dick would not, a, any rate, no, nor Bob Grey; For hardly know which pleads the ssrOnger- And, in short, l dOM't know but I must run away, 1.-the fellows keep coaxing much longer. But which shall have2 lfI go off with Dick, Bob will swear was bound to have blessd hitu; And I'll lay you my life Tom would caper aud kick Asii the Old Boy had poesess'd hiM. And surroEe take Tom, or take Boh, what tho good! For the others will still cry out ireas"M; Poor sOUls would marry them all if could; But they know that's a thing Mo. in reason. Well, ,as as Im born how charming good lack They shall have fair chance, nor need slur it. The frst one that asks me, Im off tn crack, And the rest may all blame themselves for it.