No sooner on this message Mrs. Roney was sped, Mrs. Roney's best linning, gownds, petticoats, and close, Of Mary, ungrateful, who had served her this vay, She was leaning on the helbo of a worthy young man, They were going to be married, and were walkin hand in hand; When up comes Mrs. Roney, and faces Mary Brown, I charge this young woman, Mr. Pleaseman, says she. "Mrs. Roney, o, Mrs. Roney, o, do let me go, I acted most ungrateful I own, and I know, But the marriage bell is a ringin, and the ring you may see, "I don't care three fardens for the parson and clark, So, in spite of the tears which bejew'd Mary's cheek, On account of her conduck so base and so vile, Now you young gurls of Southwark for Mary who veep, THE THREE CHRISTMAS WAITS. My name is Pleaceman X; All underneath the moon. One puffed a hold French horn, And one a hold Banjo, A Hirish pipe did blow. Dexcribing of their fates; Those three pore Christmas Waits "When this black year began, This Eighteen-forty-eight, I was a great great man, And king both vise and great, And Munseer Guizot by me did show As Minister of State. "But Febuwerry came, And brought a rabble rout, And children did turn out, "I left my native ground, I left my kin and kith, I left my royal crownd, Vich I couldn't travel vith, And without a pound came to English ground, In the name of Mr. Smith. "Like any anchorite I've lived since I came here, I've kep myself quite quite, I've drank the small small beer, And the vater, you see, disagrees vith me And all my famly dear. "O Tweeleries so dear, O darling Pally Royl, Vas it to finish here That I did trouble and toyl? That all my plans should break in my ands, And should on me recoil? "My state I fenced about Vith baynicks and vith guns; Rich vives I got my sons; "And so, vith arp and woice, O glorious England's Queend! Because you out are cleaned. "O Prins, so brave and stout, I stand before your gate; Pray send a trifle hout To me, your pore old Vait; Louis-Phileep, For nothink could be vuss than it's been along vith us In this year Forty-eight." "Ven this bad year began," The nex man said, saysee, "I vas a Journeyman, A taylor black and free, And my wife went out and chaired about, And my name's the bold Cuffee. "The Queen and Halbert both I swore I would confound, I took a hawfle hoath To drag them to the ground; "Next day the Pleacemen came— Rewenge it was their plann And from my good old dame They took her tailor-mann: And the hard hard beak did me bespeak To Newgit in the Wann. "In that etrocious Cort The Jewry did agree;. The Judge did me transport, To go beyond the sea: And so for life, from his dear wife "O Halbert, Appy Prince! With children round your knees, Ingraving ansum Prints, And taking hoff your hease; O think of me, the old Cuffee, Beyond the solt solt seas! |