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No sooner on this message Mrs. Roney was sped,
Than hup gits vicked Mary, and jumps out a bed;
She hopens all the trunks without never a key—
She bustes all the boxes, and vith them makes free.

Mrs. Roney's best linning, gownds, petticoats, and close,
Her children's little coats and things, her boots, and her hose,
She packed them, and she stole 'em, and avay vith them did flee.
Mrs. Roney's situation-you may think vat it vould be!

Of Mary, ungrateful, who had served her this vay,
Mrs. Roney heard nothink for a long year and a day.
Till last Thursday, in Lambeth, ven whom should she see
But this Mary, as had acted so ungrateful to she?

She was leaning on the helbo of a worthy young man,

They were going to be married, and were walkin hand in hand;
And the Church bells was a ringing for Mary and he,
And the parson was ready, and a waitin for his fee.

When up comes Mrs. Roney, and faces Mary Brown,
Who trembles, and castes her eyes upon the ground.
She calls a jolly pleaseman, it happens to be me;

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,
And this young man is a waitin," says Mary says she.

"I don't care three fardens for the parson and clark,
And the bell may keep ringin from noon day to dark.
Mary Brown, Mary Brown, you must come along with me;
And I think this young man is lucky to be free."

So, in spite of the tears which bejew'd Mary's cheek,
I took that young gurl to A'Beckett the Beak;
That exlent Justice demanded her plea-
But never a sullable said Mary said she.

On account of her conduck so base and so vile,
That wicked young gurl is committed for trile,
And if she's transpawted beyond the salt sea,
It's a proper reward for such willians as she.

Now you young gurls of Southwark for Mary who veep,
From pickin and stealin your ands you must keep,
Or it may be my dooty, as it was Thursday veek,
To pull you all hup to A'Beckett the Beak.


My name is Pleaceman X;
Last night I was in bed,
A dream did me perplex,
Which came into my Edd.
I dreamed I sor three Waits
A playing of their tune,
At Pimlico Palace gates,

All underneath the moon.

One puffed a hold French horn,

And one a hold Banjo,
And one chap seedy and torn

A Hirish pipe did blow.
They sadly piped and played,

Dexcribing of their fates;
And this was what they said,

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 me and my good dame

And children did turn out,
And us, in spite of all our right,
Sent to the right about.

"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;
My gals I portioned hout,

Rich vives I got my sons;
O varn't it crule to lose my rule,
My money and lands at once?

"And so, vith arp and woice,
Both troubled and shagreened,
I bid you to rejoice,

O glorious England's Queend!
And never have to veep, like pore

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;


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;
And sevral more with me they swore
Aginst the British Crownd.

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"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
They took poor old Cuffee.

"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!

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