Poor Peg-tops nothing now can see
Without an eyeglass! Ten to three
Peg purchased with a borrowed V

That mark of Upper-tendom!
Sing hey, &c.

Sir Snipp may well plain people slight-
His sire was of The Goose a knight;
He now has got a double right

To top our Upper-tendom!
Sing hey, &c.

Who doubts the Dowds from kings have sprung
Had better, near them, guard his tongue;
Folk just as lately from the dung

Are of our Upper-tendom!
Sing hey, &c.

The Smiths, as through our streets they go,
Now never own their father Joe;
What right has he, poor man, to know
The SMYTHES of Upper-tendom!
Sing hey, &c.

Commend me always to the Coys
For grubs transformed to butterflies,
And making food for mirth likewise
To all save Upper-tendom.
Sing hey, &c.

Well may plain people laugh to see
Such barber-block gentility,

And

pray for grace to aye keep free
Of aping Upper-tendom!
Sing hey, &c.

EIGHT IN ONE ARE WE.

(Words for a Canadian March.

Written to the tune of an old

Highland lilt beginning " Dhannsadh-mid, ruidhle-mid, " etc.)

CHORUS:-Comrades true, ready to

Do or die united,

Here we go, proud to show
"Eight in one are we!"

Though content to stay, boys,
'Neath the old Flag aye, boys,
Yet, should come a day, boys,
This no more may be,

On we'd march, nought caring,

A new banner airing,

Its device declaring

Eight in one are we!"
Comrades true, etc.

By our praries flowering,
By our mountains towering,
By the woods embowering
Our loved homesteads free,
Swear we nothing ever
Must our union sever:

None could try, and live here! "Eight in one are we!"

Comrades true, etc.

Let Ambition's story
Tell of conquests gory,-
Peaceful triumphs more we
In our path would see:
Still 'gainst wrong contending,
Still the right defending,-

Might with meekness blending,

Reach we empire free.

Comrades true, etc.

THE BONNET, KILT AND FEATHER.

AIR.-"The Black Watch," or "Over the Water wi' Charlie.
WHEN time was young, and Adam strung
His leafy garb together,

Then first were planned the outlines grand
Of Bonnet, Kilt and Feather.

CHORUS-O! dear to me as life can be

The land where blooms the heather, And doubly dear the lads who wear The bonnet, kilt and feather.

Your dandy vaunts his skin-tight pants,
Just fit such things to tether,
But give to me, all flowing free,
The bonnet, kilt and feather.
O! dear to me, &c.

For lordly hall, or courtly ball,
Where all that's grand foregather,

There's nothing seen to match the sheen
Of bonnet, kilt and feather.

The gorgeousness of Solomon's dress
Put Sheba's queen thro'-ither,-

A proof to me his Majesty.

Dress'd in the kilt and feather!

O! dear to me, &c.

Let despots all, both great and small,
Who wish to "save their leather,"
Beware how they come in the way
Of bonnet, kilt and feather!

O dear to me, &c.

Let Rome's proud ranks, on Carthon's banks
Quick-scatter'd hither-thither,

Tell how, of old, their own could hold
The bonnet, kilt and feather.

O! dear to me, &c.

Of Edward's turn at Bannockburn,
Just think, and answer whether
There's aught to fear for Freedom near
The bonnet, kilt and feather?
O! dear to me, &c.

If e'er in mood awe-stricken stood

The Corsican blood-shedder,

It was to scan in battle's van

The bonnet, kilt and feather.
O! dear to me, &c.

On Egypt's sands they taught his bands
To rue they e'er came thither;
At Waterloo, immortal grew

The bonnet, kilt and feather.

O! dear to me, &c.