But now Mr. Jew-man has made me a new man,

And whisky and Mammora make my heart glad, To sweet flowing Liffey, I'm off in a jiffey,

With a whack for Old Ireland and Ballinafad. From this cursed station, to that blessed nation,

Again Master Rooney shall visit your shore, Where, O flourish so gaily, my sprig of shillelagh-

Long life to old Nadab of great Mogadore. O then all my cousins will run out by dozens,

And out too will hobble old mammy and dad, At dinner they'll treat us with mealy potatoes,

And whisky distill'd at sweet Ballinafad.

THE JEW OF MOGADORE, OR THE RIGHT

USE OF MONEY.
THAT Money will multiply care,
Philosophers foolishly teach;
'Tis a proof that their pockets are bare
When such silly maxims they preach.
It gives the sweet power to impart
What fortune denies to the brave,
It lightens the care-loaded heart,
And redeems the disconsolate slave.
My money-bags safe and secure
I hoard that the poor may partake ;
Reproach and contempt I endure,
And starve for humanity's sake.
Let them freely enjoy their abuse,
And call me a miserly eif;
I confess it, but 'tis for their use
I'm a miser--and not for myself.

THE HUMOURS OF MANCHESTER RACES,

Since last I trod upon this ground, I've travers’d

Sea and Lands, But now I am, bad money like, return'd upon your

Hands; I've beat my brains, for little gains, thro' North,

South, East and West, And found at last, Home all surpass’d, believe me

'tis no jest.-(Spoken.) Jest, no! 'tis a very serious matter to be

running up and down the world like a Will o' the Wisp, here a little and there a little, always in the wrong place, and for my part I've grown as small as pin wire, dang it, thinks I, there's better doings than this at Manchester Races, pretty Pickings, ordinary

dinners... They'll eat and they'll drink at a pretty pace, Bridgwater, Bull's Head, i'th' Market-place, White Horse and Spread Eagle, Hanging-ditch, Landlords are all growing very rich;

Then to Manchester Races we'll go What fiddling, fighting, bull-baiting, i've seen at

Eccles Wakes, But no such pretty sport you'll find through all

the land of Cakes; The' Bagpipes play, they dance away, the Lads

and 'Lasses rosy, And when all's done, there's better fun, at

Pendleton Pow Posey. Spoken. ) Ah! Man do ye ken the New Toon at

Edinbro' and the College of Physicians? aye mun, says I, but look at the Town of Man. chester, and the College in the Old Church Yard! then for Physicians, havn't we the

Whitworth Doctors ! then for your fine Streets There's Church Street, High Street, Rook Street, Pall Mall, Piccadilly and Duke Street,

none

can

Hanging-ditch, Hyde's Cross and Burner Street,
Garret Lane, Toad Lane, and Turner Street,

Then to Manchester Races we'll go. 'Tis said that Learning may be had by whole

sale in the North, And Wisdom there is cheaper far than England

can bring forth ; For there's preaching cheap, and teaching cheap,

and Poets of great fame, They'll: threap me down, in our town, there's

can do the same. (Spoken.). Yes but we can tho', we can work all

this by Steam ; and more than that, we
rock the Cradle, roast Beef, and scrape Po-

tatoes by Steam, and by and by, I dare say--
Parsons will preach by a Steam Engine,
Doctors will bleed by a Stean Engine,
Soldiers will shoot by a Steam Engine,
Kill Bonaparte by a Steam Engine,

Then to Manchester Races we'll go. Such crowds of Folks together met, sure ne'er

were seen before, From all the Country round about, to the Races

on Kersey Moor; From Oldham, Rochdale, Bolton too, as throng

as Snithy-door, From Chorley, and Chewbent a few, likewise

from Cockey-moor. (schen.) Barrel Cyder, barrei Cyder, fourpénce

a quart, twopence à pint, and a penny the ha'f pint!-Boul up, bowl up, civil Will, all's in the Well, hit your Legs and miss my Pegs!--- Whirl about, round about Kitty Fisher, liackney Coaches, a halfpenny á Ride! - Valk in, Valk in, Ladies and Gentlemen, see the Old Lion from Bengal; the African Tiger, and the Vild Man of the Vood !-Shew him up, shew him up, mine's the best Shew, none of your vild Beasiesses! for here's Ir. Punch and his merry Companions, Jane

Shore, the Devil and the Baker! low d’ye like it Sir? like it, why its all a pack of dn'd Stuff! there, there, the Gemman says he likes it, ha! ha! ha!

Then to Manchester Races we'll go.

THE FROG IN THE COCK'D HAT, OR, THE RAT THE MOUSE, THE DUCK,

AND THE CAT, AND HER KITTENS. Sung by Mr. Liston, at the Theatre Royal, Covent Garden; and by Mr. Johannot, at Astley's Amphitheatre,

with universal Applause.
A FROG he would a wooing go,

Heigho, said Rowly,
Whether his mother would let him or no,

With a rowly powly,

Gammon and spinnage,

O heigh, said Anthony Rowly.
Off he set, with his opera

hat,
Heigho, said Rowly,
On the road he met with a rat,

With a rowly powly, &c.
They soon arriv'd at the mouse's hall,

Heigho, said Rowly,
They gave a loud tap, and they gave a loud

call,
With a rowly powly, &c.
Pray Mrs. Mouse are you within ?

Heigho said Rowly,
Yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin,

With a rowly powley, &c.
Come, Mrs. Mouse, now give us some beer,

Heigho, said Rowly,

That Froggy and I may have some cheer,

With a Rowly powly, &c. Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song?

Heigho, said Rowly, Let the subject be something that's not very

long,

With a rowly powly, &c.
Indeed Mrs. Mouse, replied the frog,

Heigho, said Rowly,
A cold as made me as horse as a hog,

With a rowly powly, &c.
Since you have caught cold, Mr. Frog;

Mousy said,

Heigho, said Rowly, I'll sing you a song that I have just made,

With a rowly powly, &c.
As they were in glee and a merry making,

Heigho, said Rowly,
A cat and her kittens came tumbling in,

With a rowly powley, &c.
The cat she seiz'd the rat by the crown,

Heigho, said Rowly, The kittens they pulled the little mouse

down,

With a rowly powly, &c. This put Mr. frog in a terrible fright,

Heigho, said Rowly, He took up his hat, and he wish'd 'em good

night,

With a rowly powly, &c.
As Froggy was crossing it over a brook,

Heigho, said Rowly,
A lilly white duck came and gobbled him up,

With a rowly powly, &c.
So here is an end to one, two and three,

Heigho, said Rowly,
The rat, the mouse, and little Frogg

With a rowly powly, &c.