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Shore, the Devil and the Baker! low d’ye like it Sir? like it, why its all a pack of

n 'd Stuff! there, there, the Gemman says he likes it, ha! ha! ha!

Then to Manchester Races we'll go.

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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,

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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.

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With

THE MAIL COACH.
Tune--The Country Club."
COME listen to my story,
Now seated is my glory.

We make no longer stay ;
A bottle of good sherry
Has made us all quite merry,

Let Momus rule the day-
We hearty all and well are,
Drive to the White Horse Cellar,

Get a snack before we go-
Bring me a leg of mutton-
I'm as hungry as a glutton-

Some gravy soup-hollo! (Spoken in different voices. J-Why waiter !--Coming sir.- Where's my gravy soup?-Just took off the gridiron.-make haste, I shall loose my place. I hope your honour will remember the poor ostler.--Are the beefstakes ready?..No! but your chops are.-.What a concourse of people are going in these coaches!--All fast behind.--Hip. (Imitates the sound of the guard's horn.

Then 'tis away we rattle,

Jolly dogs and stylish cattle,
Crack whip and dash away.
What a cavalcade of coaches
On every side approaches!

What work for man and beast!
We must have a little drop, sir,
Then we'll gallop till we stop, sir--

And afterwards make haste.
I mount -- the whip I crack now,
All bustle--what a pack now

On every side approach!
Now making sad grimaces,
All for the want of places,

They cry--I've lost the coach. Suchen in various voices.) -- How's this? I'm sure my name was booked...No such thing ma'am.--A

lady and a parrot in a cage-- That fare can't go inside, one parrot's enough at a time.--No room for two ladies? --None at all for females; this is a mail coach.--Set me down at the butcher's shop; I should not like to be seen getting out of a coach, ------- Tie a handkerchief round your neck, Billy; you'll catch cold.-- Yes; good bye grandpapa--give my love to grandmamma.--Hip! (Imitates the horn.d

Then 'tis away we rattle,

Jolly dogs and stylish cattle,
Crack whip, and dash away.
Four in hand from piccadilly,
Snugly seated in the diily,

Away we scamper all.
What merry wags and railers,
What jolly dogs and sailors

Begin to sing and bawl !
From every place we start, sir,
Some company depart, sir,

And others come no doubt ;
For plenty there's of room now,
And any one may come now,

Four insides and one out. (Spoken in different voices. )-- Are my boxes all site:-- You have put my trunk in a wrong coach. --Never fear, ma'am we shall overtake it.-- What a figure you cut in that Welch wig.--Hold your tongue, sirrah; you've woke me out of a comfortable nap... Keep the windows shut; I've got a cold and stiff neck--my little girl isn't well...Keep your feet in ; you've got your leg between mine... I don't mind it if the gentleman don't.-- Hip! (Imitates the horny

Then 'tis away we rattle,

Jolly dogs and stylish cattle,
Crack whip, and dash away.

* * * * * * * *

DISTRESS ON DISTRESS; OR, MISS WIGLEY AND DEPUTY DENT. MISS WIGLEY, her lover call'd first of the fair ;

The pride of her heart was call'd Deputy Dent; She admir'd his sound teeth, he her fine head of hair

He talk'd about marriage-she gave her consent. It happen'd unluckily, both in a breath,

Made a vow, sober, serious, without fun or rig; She never to marry a man with false teeth,

And he any woman that sported a wig. Now Miss Wigley a fever had had in her youth, That completely had left her dear head without

hair; And a fall from a horse had dislodg'd every tooth,

Of poor Deputy Dent, that is jaws were quite bare. One day at her toilette, he knock'd at the door, She, bare-headed, cried Betty, well here's a fine

rig, What to do, cry!d Miss Wigley, I don't know, I'm

sure; He must not, at all events, find out the wig. Bless my soul, is there nothing; lud what shall we

do; I have it-a good thought, I don't care a pin. So under her toilette, her caxon she threw,

And manfully cried out, Sir, you may come in. He started, drew back, gave a kind of a hoot!

Did fond lover e'er such an accident twig; She bridl'd and courtsey'd, as bald as a coote,

In her flutter, forgetting her head had no wig. With gravity he was no longer endued,

His risible muscles unmasterable grew.; And while a loud volley of laughter ensued,

His jaws he so stretch'd that out ev'ry tooth few. Distress on distress! what will these lovers do Tho' neither could laugh, they both relish'd the

rig, And somewhat consol'd, while each vow'd to be true, She pick'd up his teeth, and he search'd for her

wig:

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