Four excelent songs/Mutton chops, or dripping pan lovers

MUTTON CHOPS: OR DRIPPING PAN LOVERS.

A soldier and a sailor once,
By cupid were betrayed;
Both fell in love—(illegible text) dire mischance,
Wih tte same blac-eyed maid.

The sailor by a cannon shot,
Was of a leg berest.
And from that time it was his lot,
To have but one leg left.
Tol, lol de rol de rol, dol lol, tol de rol,
Dol dol de rol de rol dol lol.

'Twas Molly Cook their love possess'd,
For she plump and round,
And then such nire roast beef she drest,
With chickens ham and tongue.

Oh thou enchanting Molly cook,
Too lonely enduring fair.
Who on thy bill of fare could look,
And yet to love forbear.

One day the sailor he came there,
Rigg'd out, in clofhes quite new,
His trowsers of strip'd (illegible text) on were,
His jacket old true blue.

"Oh charming Molly cook." he cried,
"My love!" then made a stop
What would you have?" Molly replied,
Quoth he, "A mutton chop.

Poor Molly as you all will
Expected something more,
And moping went, (how could she less?)
The larder to explore.

Says she, "how will, yon have them drest
My hero of the navy?"
Quoth he, dear: Moll I like'em best,
Fried—and full of gravy."

Te cook em straight she did begin.
And o'er the mutton sigh'd,
When lo! the soldier he marched in,
Just as the chops were fried,

Enrag'd—quoth he, "I treason smell,
Your precious limb I'll lop.."
"My eyes" says Jack, "what lies you tell,
You only smell—a chop.

A smart engamgement did ensue
Between these men-of-war.
But mutton did the rage subdue,
Of soldier and of tar.

On Molly's chops these warlike men,
Fell foul like heroes bold,
What happen'd else—before—or thee,
Why—Molly never told.