Go where with human notes the Parrot dealeth
In mono-polly-logue with tongue as free,
And like a woman, all she can revealeth,

And think of me!

Go to the land of muslin and nankeening,
And parasols of straw where hats should be,
Go to the land of slaves and palankeening,

And think of me!

Go to the land of Jungles and of vast hills, And tall bamboos — may none bamboozle thee! Go gaze upon their Elephants and Castles,

And think of me!

Go where a cook must always be a currier,
And parch the peppered palate like a pea,
Go where the fierce mosquito is a worrier,

And think of me!

Go where the maiden on a marriage plan goes,
Consigned for wedlock to Calcutta’s quay,
Where woman goes for mart, the same as mangoes,

And think of me!

Go where the sun is very hot and fervent,
Go to the land of pagod and rupee,
Where every black will be your slave and servant,

And think of me!



Two swains or clowns — but call them swains —
While keeping flocks on Salisbury Plains,
For all that tend on sheep as drovers,
Are turned to songsters, or to lovers,
Each of the lass he called his dear,
Began to carol loud and clear.
First Huggins sang, and Duggins then,
In the way of ancient shepherd men ;
Who thus alternate hitched in song,
“ All things by turns, and nothing long."


Of all the girls about our place,
There's one beats all in form and face ;
Search through all Great and Little Bumpstead,
You 'll only find one Peggy Plumstead.


To groves and streams I tell my flame,
I make the cliffs repeat her name :
When I'm inspired by gills and noggins,
The rocks reëcho Sally Hoggins !

When I am walking in the grove,
I think of Peggy as I rove.
I'd carve her name on every tree,
But I don't know my A, B, C.

DUGGINS. Whether I walk in hill or valley, I think of nothing else but Sally. I'd sing her praise, but I can sing No song, except “God save the King.”

HUGGINS. My Peggy does all nymphs excel, And all confess she bears the bell,— Where'er she goes swains flock together, Like sheep that follow the bellwether.

Sally is tall and not too straight,-
Those very poplar shapes I hate;
But something twisted like an S,
A crook becomes a shepherdess.

HUGGINS. When Peggy's dog her arms emprison, I often wish my lot was hisn ; How often I should stand and turn, To get a pat from hands like hern.

DUGGINS. I tell Sall's lambs how blest they be, To stand about and stare at she; But when I look, she turns and shies, And won't bear none but their sheep's-eyes

Love goes with Peggy where she goes —
Beneath her smile the garden grows ;
Potatoes spring, and cabbage starts,
'Tatoes have eyes, and cabbage hearts !

DUGGINS. Where Sally goes it's always Spring, Her presence brightens every thing ; The sun smiles bright, but where her grin is, It makes brass farthings look like guineas.

HÚGGINS. For Peggy I can have no joy, She's sometimes kind, and sometimes coy, And keeps me, by her wayward tricks, As comfortless as sheep with ticks.

Sally is ripe as June or May,
And yet as cold as Christmas day ;
For when she's asked to change her lot,
Lamb's wool,— but Sally, she wool not.

HUGGINS. Only with Peggy and with health, I'd never wish for state or wealth ; Talking of having health and more pence, I'd drink her health if I had fourpence.

Oh, how that day would seem to shine,
If Sally's banns were read with mine ;.
She cries, when such a wish I carry,
“ Marry come up!” but will not marry.




What's life but full of care and doubt,

With all its fine humanities,
With parasols we walk about,

Long pigtails and such vanities.

We plant pomegranate trees and things,

And go in gardens sporting,
With toys and fans of peacock's wings,

To painted ladies courting.

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