The Arkansas advocate., 1836-08-12
LITTLE ROCK, (AREx.) AUGUST I2, 1886.

 pledged each other. At several tables were assemba ges ot Dutch seamen, who smoked with all the phegu of their nation, they grayey looked upon the dan cers At another were to be seen some American seamen, scrupulousy neat in their attre and with an air distHsuee, from the superiority of their education and all of them quiet and sober. The basket women fitted about displaying their stores and invited every one to purchase fruit, and particularly hard boiled eggs, which they had brought in at this hour when those who dmed at might be expected to be hun 1 gry. Sailors wives also there, and perhaps some who could not produce the marriage certificates; but as these were not asked for at the door, was of no consequence About the centre of the room, at two small tables joined together, were be seen the party from the Yungfrau; some were drinking beer, some grog, and Jemmy Ducks was perched on the table; with his fiddle usual held like bass viol He was known by those who requented the house by the name of the Manlken, and was universal object of admi- ration and good will The quadrile was ended and the music stopped playing "Come now" said Gobe, tossing off his glass, "spel oh!-let's have song while they take their breath Jemmy strike up.' "Hurrah for song!" cries Jemmy sHere goes." Jemmy then tuned string of his fiddle, which was little out, and accompanying his voice, sung as follows All those who present immediately keeping silence, for they used to Jemmy's melo- dy.
 
 turned my pockets in the lap of Susan on my knee Says l, my dear, ts all have, wish that it was more It can't be helped, says Susan then you know we've
 spent galore.
 You know we've spent galore, my Bill,
 And merry have been we, Again you must your pockets fill,
 For Susan your knee "Chords, my boys
 For Susan on my knee, my boys,
 With Susan on my knee. The gale thunder lads, in lightning, and in
 foam, Before that had sailed away three hundred miles
 from home, And the Sunday morning, lads the was on our
 lee, Oh then thought of Portsmouth and of Susan OH my
 knee.
 For bowling winds, and waves to boot, With black rocks on our lee
 Did not well my fancy suit, As Susan my knee. Ckorus.-With Susan on my knee my boys
 With Susan on my knee. Next morning cast away upon the Frenchman $ shore, We saved lives but all for could They lnarcfed to prison, so we lost oir liberty, peeped between the bars and sighed for Susan my knee.
 For bread so black, and wine so sour,
 And day, to me,
 Made me long ten times an hour,
 For Susan my knee. Chorus.-For Susan on my knee, my boys, For Susan on my knee. One night we smashed aers scull and off boat
 did steer, And in the ofing were picked up by jolly privateer We sailed her the cruise my boys and prizes did take
 we, I'll be ut Portsmouth soon thinks l. with Susan on my
 knee.
 We shared three hundred pounds man,
 made all sail with glee, Again danced and tossed my can; With Susan my knee. ChorHs.-With Susan my knee my boys,
 With Susan on my knee. sThat's prime, Jemmy. Now, my boys, ali toge- ther,'' cried Obadiah Cobe. Chorus.-Very good song, and very we'll sung,
 Jolly companions every one; We all here for mrth and gee, We all here for joty. Very good song, and very well sung,
 Jolly companions every one;
 Put your hats to keep your heads warm,
 little more grog will do no harm. staye. But say, Babette, you Dutch-but gaiot, tell old Frank Slush to send us another dose of the stu and, dye hear, short pipe for me, and paper l, O baccy."
 The short fat Babette whose proportions all the ex- ercse of waiting upon the customers could not reduce, knew quite enough of English to reaure further l nlauators