Cou'd I trace back the time, a much earlier date,
Since my forefathers toil'd in yon field;
For the farm I now hold, on your lordship's estate,
Is the same that my grandfather till'd.

He dying, bequeath'd to his son a good name,
Which unsullied descended to me;

For my child I've preserv'd it, uncrimson'd with shame,
And it still from a spot shall be free.

VERSE for RALPH, in the Vaudville, after PATTY.

Captain Ralph, my lord will dub me,
Soon I'll mount a huge cockade;
Mounseer shall powder, queue, and club me,
'Gad, I'll be a roaring blade.

If Fan shall offer once to snub me,
When in scarlet all array'd,
Or my feyther dare to drub me,
Frown your worst—but who's afraid?

THE END.