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They say while we have any sun
v. My cousin writes from Hyderapot My only chance to snatch, And says the climate is so hot, It's sure to light a match,— She's married to a son of Mars, With very handsome pay, And swears I ought to thank my stars I'm going to Bombay!
She says that I shall much delight
She says that I shall much enjoy,
In my own palankeens, —
Farewell, farewell, my parents dear,
IX. That fine new teak-built ship, the Fox, A.I. — Commander Bird, Now lying in the London Docks, Will sail on May the Third ; Apply for passage or for freight, To Nichol, Scott, and Gray — Pa has applied and sealed my fate – I'm going to Bombay!
My heart is full — my trunks as well; My mind and caps made up,
My corsets shaped by Mrs. Bell,
TO THE ADVOCATES FOR THE REMOVAL OF
“Sweeping our flocks and herds." — DOUGLAS.
O PHILANTHROPIC men!
Permit me thus to tell,
I like your efforts well,
Be not dismayed, although repulsed at first,
parts, Charge on !- you shall upon their hornworks
burst, And carry all their Bull-warks and their Ram
Go on, ye wholesale drovers! And drive away the Smithfield flocks and herds !
As wild as Tartar-Curds,
And save the female sex
Fancy, — when droves appear on The hill of Holborn, roaring from its top,Your ladies – ready, as they own, to drop, Taking themselves to Thomson's with a Fear-on!
Or, in St. Martin's Lane,
While rushing souse
Into a coffee-house,
Or fancy this: Walking along the street, some stranger Miss, Her head with no such thought of danger laden, When suddenly 'tis “ Aries Taurus Virgo !” — You don't know Latin, I translate it ergo, Into your Areas a Bull throws the Maiden !
Think of some poor old crone Treated, just like a penny, with a toss !
At that vile spot now grown
So generally known For making a Cow Cross !
Nay, fancy your own selves far off from stall,
Just pins you to the wall,
Methinks I hear the neighbours that live round
The Market-ground Thus make appeal unto their civic fellows — “ 'Tis well for you that live apart — unable
To hear this brutal Babel, But our firesides are troubled with their bellows."
“Folks that too freely sup
Must e'en put up
But we must needs regard
The case as hard That others' victuals should disturb our rest, That from our sleep your food should start and jump us !
We like, ourselves, a steak,
But, Sirs, for pity's sake!