Talk, all together, talk! both old and young,
Pour out the fulness of the negro heart;
Let loose the now emancipated tongue,
And all your new-born sentiments impart-
From this day forth your freedom is your own:
Spout, Sambo, spout,-and Obadiah groan!

Huzza! for equal rights and equal laws;
The British parliament has doff'd your chain-
Join, join in gratitude your jetty paws,

And swear you never will be slaves again-
From this day forth your freedom is your own:

Swear, Sambo, swear,-and Obadiah groan!

The blood's running faster! He's torn off the plaster-"

"Yes, yes," said the Doctor,

"I meant it for that!"

Anon, with an antic,
Quite strange and romantic,
A woman comes frantic-
"What could you be at !
My darling dear Aleck

You've sent him oxalic!"

"Yes, yes," said the Doctor,

"I meant it for that!"

Then in comes another,
Despatch'd by his mother,
A blubbering brother,

Who gives a rat-tat—
66 Oh, poor little sister
Has lick'd off a blister!"

"Yes, yes," said the Doctor,

"I meant it for that!

Now home comes the flunky,

His own powder-monkey,

But dull as a donkey

With basket and that

"The draught for the Squire, Sir, He chuck'd in the fire, Sir-" "Yes, yes," said the Doctor,

"I meant it for that!"

The next is the pompous
Head Beadle, old Bumpus-
"Lord! here is a rumpus:
That pauper, Old Nat,
In some drunken notion

Has drunk up his lotion-"
"Yes, yes," said the Doctor,
"I meant it for that!"

At last comes a servant,
In grief very fervent:

"Alas! Doctor Derwent,

Poor Master is flat!

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