'Twas now by the clock, about five in the morn, When we all gallop off to the sound of the hornJack Gater, Bill Babbler, and Dick at the Goose, When all of a sudden out starts Mistress Puss: Men, horses, and dogs, not a moment would stay, And echo was heard to cry- Hark! hark, away!' The course was a fine one, she took o'er the plain, Which she doubled, and doubled, and doubled again, Till at last she to cover return'd out of breath, And I and Will Whistle were in at the death: Then, in triumph for you, I the hare did display, And cry'd to the horns,- My boys, hark! hark, away!' " The Orphan Boy. ONE moment stay for mercy's sake, And my brave father's hope and joy; Poor foolish child! how pleas'd was I, To see the lighted windows flame. To force me home my mother sought The people's shouts were long and loud, My mother shudd'ring clos'd her ears: "Rejoice! rejoice!" still cry'd the crowdMy mother answer'd with her tears. "Oh! why do tears steal down your cheek," (Cry'd I,) "while others shout for joy?" She kiss'd me, and in accents weak She call'd me her poor orphan boy! "What is an orphan boy?" I said; But now, no more a parent's joy; Oh, were I by your bounty fed; 3 то An Exciseman outwitted. a village that skirted the sea, An exciseman, one midsummer came; And, pray, where's the head will bear more? Says the excisemen, Pray where's your permit? Cries Mich. It an't convenient to shew it.Then says to'ther, I'm not to be bit; For you've smuggl'd that stuff, & you know it, As the customs have settl'd you ought, Says Michael, Pray do'nt be so hard ;- For I've born it till ready to faint.- To the custom-house in the next town, Says the exciseman, I thank you, friend, no ; Your permit! why not shew it before ?-- For that load made my bones fit to crack, And I wish you a pleasant walk back. "A Match for all. BUY my matches ye maids, I have matches for all, I've a match for the little, the lusty, and tall, All my matches are pointed, my brimstone is good, And I know very well, how to splinter my wood; Buy my matches ye maids, I have matches for all, I've a match for the little, the lusty, and tall, Dame fortune who matches the young and the old, Gives you brimstone enough, when you're match'd to a scold; If your matches are made, as I fancy they be, You have met with your match before you met me, There's the doctor so nice, and the lawyer so wise, They're a match for you all, none can match them for lies, Beware of them both, be they ever so civil, For a lawyer you know, is a match for the devil. There's Duncan the brave, was a match for the Dutch, Heaven send that again, he could give them a touch, And teach them in future, that Englishmen will, Prove a match for them all, and defy all their skill. Heaven bless our good king, and bold Clarence his son, And each true British tar, that's a match for the Don; May they conquer and live is the prayer from my birth, That Old England may match all the nations on earth. The King's Picture. MR. ARAHAM NEWLAND's a monstrous good man, But when you have said of him what ever you can, Why all his soft paper would look very blue, you? Tol lol de rol lol, &c. |