In this street there lived a housemaid,
If you particklarly ask me where—
Vy, it vas at four-and-tventy

Guilford Street, by Brunsvick Square.

Vich her name was Eliza Davis,

And she went to fetch the beer:

In the street she met a party

As was quite surprized to see her.

Vich he vas a British Sailor,
For to judge him by his look:
Tarry jacket, canvass trowsies,
Ha-la Mr. T. P. Cooke.

Presently this Mann accostes
Of this hinnocent young gal-
"Pray," saysee, "excuse my freedom,
You're so like my Sister Sal!

"You're so like my Sister Sally,

Both in valk and face and size,
Miss, that--dang my old lee scuppers,
It brings tears into my heyes!

"I'm a mate on board a wessel,
I'm a sailor bold and true;
Shiver up my poor old timbers,
Let me be a mate for you!

"What's your name, my beauty, tell me;" And she faintly hansers, "Lore, Sir, my name's Eliza Davis,

And I live at tventy-four."

Hofttimes came this British seaman,
This deluded gal to meet;
And at tventy-four was welcome,
Tventy-four in Guilford Street.

And Eliza told her Master

(Kinder they than Missuses are), How in marridge he had ast her, Like a galliant Brittish Tar.

And he brought his landlady vith him
(Vich vas all his hartful plan),
And she told how Charley Thompson
Reely vas a good young man ;

And how she herself had lived in
Many years of union sweet
Vith a gent she met promiskous,
Valkin in the public street.

And Eliza listened to them,

And she thought that soon their bands

Vould be published at the Fondlin,

Hand the clergyman jine their ands.

And he ast about the lodgers

(Vich her master let some rooms), Likevise vere they kep their things, and Vere her master kep his spoons.

Hand this vicked Charley Thompson
Came on Sundy veek to see her;
And he sent Eliza Davis

Hout to fetch a pint of beer.

Hand while pore Eliza vent to
Fetch the beer, dewoid of sin,
This etrocious Charley Thompson
Let his wile accomplish hin.

To the lodgers, their apartments,
This abandingd female goes,
Prigs their shirts and umberellas;

Prigs their boots, and hats, and clothes.

Vile the scoundrle Charley Thompson,

Lest his wictim should escape, Hocust her vith rum and vater, Like a fiend in huming shape.

But a hi was fixt upon 'em

Vich these raskles little sore; Namely, Mr. Hide, the landlord Of the house at tventy-four.

He vas valkin in his garden,
Just afore he vent to sup;
And on looking up he sor the
Lodgers' vinders lighted hup.

Hup the stairs the landlord tumbled;

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Something's going wrong," he said; And he caught the vicked voman

Underneath the lodgers' bed.

And he called a brother Pleaseman,
Vich vas passing on his beat,
Like a true and galliant feller,

Hup and down in Guilford Street.

And that Pleaseman able-bodied
Took this voman to the cell;
To the cell vere she was quodded,
In the Close of Clerkenwell.

And though vicked Charley Thompson Boulted like a miscrant base,

Presently another Pleaseman

Took him to the self-same place.

And this precious pair of raskles
Tuesday last came up for doom;
By the beak they was committed,
Vich his name was Mr. Combe.

Has for poor Eliza Davis,

Simple gurl of tventy-four, She, I ope, vill never listen

In the streets to sailors moar.

But if she must ave a sweet-art (Vich most every gurl expex), Let her take a jolly pleaseman ; Vich his name peraps is-X.

SP

DAMAGES, TWO HUNDRED POUNDS.

PECIAL Jurymen of England! who admire your country's laws,

And proclaim a British Jury worthy of the realm's applause; Gaily compliment each other at the issue of a cause

Which was tried at Guildford 'sizes this day week as ever was.

Unto that august tribunal comes a gentleman in grief (Special was the British Jury, and the Judge, the Baron Chief), Comes a British man and husband-asking of the law relief, For his wife was stolen from him-he'd have vengeance on the thief.

Yes, his wife, the blessed treasure with the which his life was crowned,

Wickedly was ravished from him by a hypocrite profound. And he comes before twelve Britons, men for sense and truth renowned,

To award him for his damage twenty hundred sterling pound.

He by counsel and attorney there at Guildford does appear,
Asking damage of the villain who seduced his lady dear:
But I can't help asking, though the lady's guilt was all too
clear,

And though guilty the defendant, wasn't the plaintiff rather

queer?