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Who made a mistake, and said No,
When he shoud have bawl'd out to 'em, Ayes
sir,

Rumpsy iddeldy, &c. • Now measter and I out of place,

I had a new zarvice to find, sir,
But to save kicking out with disgrace,

We make the folk think we resign'd, sir,
Then hir'd I was and my lot,

To a travelling captain and'squire, sir,
But soon to my cost, found I'd got
From the frying-pan into the fire, sir.

Rumpsy iddledy, &c.
Then when I was lucky again,

My measter I found was no ninny, sir, Whose money was lent to come in

For every skilling a guinea, sir.
Now, dang it,' says I, • sir one day,

Do pray have a little of conscience,'
For which, gad, he turns I away,
And swore he'd here none of my nonsence.

Rumpsy iddledy, &c.
Now turn'd quite a-drift on the world,
· And left to reflect on my folly, sir,
My thoughts, which at random were whirl'd, .

Return'd to poor Devonshire Dolly, sir; So dang it to lead a new life,

Tho' marriage is oftentimes mawky, Addzooks! why I made her the wife Of I, Mister Jeremy Gawkey.

Rumpsy iddledy, &c;

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MY EYE AND BETTY MARTIN. IN Yorkshire I wur. born and bred,

And knows a thing or two, sir; Nay what be more, my father said, My wit would bring me thro', sir.

At single-stick, or kiss the maids,

I wur the boy vor sartin; Zays I push on to be arraid's My eye and Betty Martin.

Ri, tol de rol, & . At whoam I'd often heard folks talk

Of Lunnun's famous city,
And that the stones on which they walk,

Wur pav'd with gold so pretty;
To mam and dad I gave a buss,

Says I, I'm off vor sartin,
So 'bout my trip to make a fuss

Is--my eye and Betty Martin,
At inn arriv'd, I met a man

Who offer'd me his sarvice,
To take my luggage wur his plan,

And help me to a Jarvis :
But stop, says I, this wunna do,

Your rigs Ise know vor sartin;
Your kindness, friend, 'tween me and you's

My eye and Betty Martin.
A lady next, a flashy dame,

I in the Strand did meet, sir,
Who said as how it wur a shame,

That I should walk the street, sir; She talk'd of love, of sarvants too,

And thought her prey right sartin,
But noa, says I, to go with you's

My eye and Betty Martin.
Ise seen the Lions and the Tower,

The Circus, Astley's too, sir,
The play, and giants strike the hour,

And all that's strange to view, sir;
So back to whoam I'll turn again,

And marry Doll vor sartin;
Ise please her so that to complain's

My eye and Betty Martin,

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SHAKESPEARE'S SEVEN AGES.
OUR immortal Poet's page,
Says that all the world's a stage;
And that men with all their airs,
Are nothing more than players;
Each using skill and art,

In his turn to top his part,
All to fill up this farsical scene 01

Enter here,
Exit there,
Stand in view,

Mind your cue,
High down, ho down, derry derry down,
All to fill up this farsical scene O!

First the Infant in the lap,
Mewling, pewling, with its pap,
Like a chicken that we truss,
Is swaddled by its nurse;
Who to please the puppet tries,
As it giggles and it cries.

. All to fill, &c.
Husha bye,
Wipe an eye,
Kisse pretty,
Suck a titty,

Oh! its mamma's nown darling..-see here's daddy's nown nose pose--and granny's mouthe mouthe-(cries like a child )---hushe-you little squalling brat or I'll Aing you....

High down, &c.
The pretty babe of grace,
With its shining morning face;
And satchel on Iris back,
To school alas! must pack;
But like a snail he creeps,
And for bloody Monday weeps ;

All to fill, &c.
Book mislaid,
Truant play'd,
Rod in pickle,
Bum to tickle.

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You great loggerhead of a dunce--says Master Lingo-spell the word again--B-i-r-Bur m-i-n-g--ming-Birming-h-a-m-ham, Birmingham-Oh, you stupid dunce, I shall never beat any thing into that thick skull of yours! 'tis Brumidgum-I tell you once more-take that (cries) with your

High down, &c.
Then the lover next appears,
Soused over head and ears ;
Like a Lobster on the fire,
Sighing ready to expire;
With a large hole in his heart,
Thro’ it you may drive a cart.

- All to fill, &c.
Beauty spurns him,
Passion burns him;
Like a wizard,

Guts and gizard. Oh! my dear-my adorable--my lovely, my angelic-Eliza-suffer me thou paragon of beauty thou terrestrial charmer, to approach thee

High down, &c.
Then the soldier ripe for plunder,
- Breathing slaughter---blood and thunder.

Like a cat among the mice,
Kicks a dust up in a trice.
And talks of shatter'd brains,
Scatter'd limbs, and streaming veins.'

All to fill, &c.
Fight and fly,
Run or die,
Pop and pelter,

Helter shelter. Oh! such a bloody day; there was I marching along up to the knees in blood...Cannon balls flying about like---Cock-chaffers in a summer's eyening---whiz! comes one in a direct line to me--but I being aware of him---I up with my broad

sword, and cut it in two---one half flew into the air, and the t'other--

High down, &c.
Then the justice in his chair,
With broad and vacant stare;
His wig of formal cut,
And belly like a but,
Well lind with turtle hash,
Calipe and calipash.

All to fill, &c.
Bawd and trull,
Pimp or cull;
At his nod,

Go to quod.
Sirrah an't your name John Day,
Yes an't please your worship so they say;
Pray did you not get the girl with child in the

barn? Yes, an't please your worship, I tho't no harm. Why, you rascal do'e come here to make

rhymes ?
Yes, an't please your worship sometimes.
Take this fellow away-take him out of my sight:
That's what I wanted-so I wish you

High down, &c.
Then the slipper'd pantaloon,
In life's dull afternoon;
With spectacles on nose,
Shrunk Shanks in youthful hose. .
His voice once big and round,
Now whistling in the sound.

. All to fill, &c.
Body bent,
Vigour spent,
Shaking noddle,

Widdle waddle. Ah! Lord bless you all my dear children, many a long day I have travelled in the rough and smooth read of life-and so remember when .honesty and

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