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And phansy with what joy

The master did regard

His dearly bluvd lost oss again
Trot in the stable yard!

Who was this master good

Of whomb I makes these rhymes?
His name is Jacob Homnium, Exquire;
And if I'd committed crimes,

Good Lord! I wouldn't ave that mann
Attack me in the Times!

Now shortly after the groomb
His master's oss did take up,
There came a livery-man

This gentleman to wake up:
And he handed in a little bill,
Which hangered Mr. Jacob.

For two pound seventeen
This livery-man eplied,

For the keep of Mr. Jacob's oss,

Which the thief had took to ride.

"Do you see anythink green in me?" Mr. Jacob Homnium cried.

"Because a raskle chews

My oss away to robb,

And goes tick at your Mews

For seven-and-fifty bobb,

Shall I be call'd to pay?—It is

A iniquitious Jobb."

Thus Mr. Jacob cut

The conwasation short ;

The livery-man went ome,

Detummingd to ave sport,

And summingsd Jacob Homnium, Exquire, Into the Pallis Court.

Pore Jacob went to Court,

A Counsel for to fix,

And choose a barrister out of the four,

An attorney of the six :

And there he sor these men of Lor,

And watch'd 'em at their tricks.

The dreadful day of trile

In the Pallis Court did come;

The lawyers said their say,

The Judge look'd wery glum, And then the British Jury cast Pore Jacob Hom-ni-um.

O a weary day was that

For Jacob to go through;

The debt was two seventeen

(Which he no mor owed than you), And then there was the plaintives costs, Eleven pound six and two.

And then there was his own,

Which the lawyers they did fix

At the wery moderit figgar

Of ten pound one and six.

Now Evins bless the Pallis Court,

And all its bold ver-dicks!

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The night was stormy and dark, The town was shut up in sleep Only those were abroad who were out on a lark, Or those who'd no beds to keep.

I pass'd through the lonely street, The wind did sing and blow; I could hear the policeman's feet Clapping to and fro.

There stood a potato-man In the midst of all the wet; He stood with his 'tato-can In the lonely Haymarket.

Two gents of dismal mien, And dank and greasy rags, Came out of a shop for gin, Swaggering over the flags:

Swaggering over the stones, These shabby bucks did walk; And I went and followed those seedy ones, And listened to their talk.

Was I sober or awake? Could I believe my ears? Those dismal beggars spake Of nothing but railroad shares.

I wondered more and more: Says one-" Good friend of mine, How many shares have you wrote for, In the Diddlesex Junction line?"

"I wrote for twenty," says Jim, "But they wouldn't give me one;" His comrade straight rebuked him For the folly he had

done :


"O Jim, you are unawares Of the ways of this bad town; I always write for five hundred shares, And then they put me down."

"And yet you got no shares," Says Jim, "for all your boast;" "I would have wrote," says Jack, "but where Was the penny to pay the post?"

"I lost, for I couldn't pay here's 'taters smoking hot-I say,

That first instalment up; But
Let's stop, my boy, and sup.”

And at this simple feast each ragged capitalist Down on my left thumb-nail.

The while they did regale, I drew

All night I tumbled and tost, And And how money was won and lost.

Their talk did me perplex, thought of railroad specs,

"Bless railroads everywhere," I said, "and the world's advance; Bless every railroad share In Italy, Ireland, France; For never a beggar need now despair, And every rogue has a chance."





COME all ye Christian people, unto my tale give ear,

'Tis about a base consperracy, as quickly shall appear;

"Twill make your hair to bristle up, and your eyes to start and glow, When of this dread consperracy you honest folks shall know.

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