1 The Royal Visitors. FOUR and twenty visitors all on a row, There was the emperor of Russia, the king of Prussia, the princes, field marshals, cossacks, dukes, generals, aide-de-camps, horse guards, claronets, postboys, prime ministers, pretty maids, and large whiskers, long poles, jostling and squeazing, drums playing, all huzzaing, while the sweethearts and duches, and all the non-suches, condescend to nod, at the Piccadilly mob; Down below; 'Twas for the royal visitors, and therefore all were merry. Four and twenty Yorkshiremen all on a row, There was David Dumpling, of Doncaster, Lubin Lopchops, of Leeds, Harry Log, of Goose-greenalley, and all the tag-a-rag and bob-tail. I say John did ever thou see sike an a like an a thing as this in all thy born day? Nay, lad, I'm sure I ne'er did; it beats horse racing, cock fighting, York 'ssizes, and judges coming down to hang folk. I say, Johnny, what will thou tell thy dame thy see'd when thou gangs whoam? Wah, lad, I'll tell her what I see'd, but I can't tell her hafe what I see'd, for I can't remember it. I saw the greenpark, all in the dark, folks empty'd my pockets, while I weer looking at th' rockets, a great airballoon went up to the moon, a and by the lord Harry, do ye knaw it took up the emperor of Rus sia, the king of Prussia, &c. Four and twenty Germans all ou a row, Dere vas Baron Dondonderdronk, and Baron Monslocken, and Monslocken, and all de Slockens, and great men of great families: Dere vas de emperor of Germany, dat great big man, dat mounted de great big horse, and scamper'd through de crowd, and vho shall pretend to say vich was the greatest hero of de day? Vhy it vas David Dumpiing, of Doncaster, Lubin Lopchops, of Leeds, &c. Four and twenty Irishmen all on a row, Four and twenty red hot paddies all on a row. A drop of whisky to every mother's soul of them; long life to their outlandish majesties, and long may they reign. Arrah Jude, get yourself upon the shoulders of the crowd, and look at the dear crown'd heads, thro' yonder thick skulls, sure that's the emperor of Russia, in company with Baron Dondonderdronk, and Baron Monslocken, &c. Four and twenty play actors all on a row, Four and twenty play actors all on a row, Then Kemble and Young, in the midst of the throng, and Mr. Kean, thrusting his nose between, and Miss O'Neal, with a heart made of steel, there's old daddy Foster, which you all know well, and that he is no imposter, and there's Johnny Bailey, who is singing to you daily, and a drop of whisky to every mother's soul of them, &c. Winter; or, the Time to remember the Poor. NOW winter is come, with his cold chilling breath, All nature seems touch'd with the finger of death, When abundance awaits on your bright fire-side, When cold feather'd fleeces of snow do descend, And make dreary the prospect around, When keen cutting winds from the north do attend, Hard incrustrating over the ground: When the hill and the dales are vested with white, When the rivers congeal to the shore; When bright twinkling stars shall proclaim a cold night, Then remember the state of the poor. When each timid hare may be trac'd to the wood, By her footsteps indented in snow; When discolour'd fingers are starting with blood, Kindly learn some compassion to show. When chill'd Robin-red-breast approaches the cot, And the icicles hang-at the door; When your board teems with food, reviving and hot, Then's the time to remember the poor, Love among the Roses. YOUNG Love flew to the Paphian bower, And gather'd sweets from every flower, From roses and sweet jessamine, The lily and the eglantine; The graces there were curling poses, Young Love among the roses, &c. Oh, happy day, Oh, joyous hour, Compose a wreath of ev'ry flower, Let's bind him to us, ne'er to sever, Young Love shall dwell with us for ever, Eternal spring the wreath composes, Content is love among the roses, Young Love among the roses. The New Dull Care. WHY should I at my lot complain, Or think that when I've riches gain'd, So whilst we're here, my friends so dear, Let us make the most of life we can, But take it as you take a wife, So whilst we're here, my friends so dear, Why should the rich distress the poor? A little time will make us all In equal friendship join: We are the same, too much to blame, So whilst we're here, my friends so dear, The only circumstance on earth, To soften Care and temper Mirth, With this in store, you want no more, So whilst we 're here, my friends so dear, Let's drive dull Care away. When creeping age comes on apace, So whilst we 're here, my friends so dear, |