This point being settled, I come to the next, Should my song treat of physic, you'll call it a pill, For politic matters I care not two pins, AMO AMAS. AMO Amas, I love a lass, Sweet cowslips grace her nominative case, Rorum Corum, sunt di-vorum, Harum scarum Divo; Tag rag merry derry, periwig and hat band, Can I decline a nymph so divine, Her oculus bright, her manus white, Rorum Corum, &c. O how Bella, my puella, I'll kiss in secula seculorum! BARTHOLOMEW FAIR. COME, bustle, neighbour Prig, To take Mrs. Snip; That's the little boy from Flanders, High down, O down, derry, derry, down, Spoken.-Valk up, ladies and gentlemen, here's the vonerful birds and beastesses from Bengal in the Vest Indies. Here, ma'am, only look at this beautiful hanimal; no two spots on his body alike; it's out of the power of any limmer to describe him; measures fifteen feet from the snout to the tail, and fifteen feet from the tail to the snout; grows an inch and a half every year, and never comes to its proper growth. Turn him up there with a long pole. High down, &c. When the fair is at the full, Puts the rabble to the rout, Lets all the lions out; Down falls Mrs. Snip, With a monkey on her hip We shall all be swallowed up I declare, O. Cups and balls, wooden walls, High down, &c. Now the beasts, with hungry tooth, Away affrighted run Birds and eagles of the sun; Down tumbles trot-legg'd Rolla, Who tips 'em the view holla; Poor Cora's in the mud-O rare, O! Here's (Spoken.)-Here, Valk up, ladies and gentlemen. Here's the vonderful kangaroo from Bottomhouse Bay. Here's the vonderful large baboon, that danc'd a Paddy-dow, and played at leap frog with the celebrated Muster Barrington. the vonderful cow that can't live on the land, and dies in the vater; the vonderful sun eagle, the hotter the sun, the higher he flies. Billy, run and stuff a blanket in that hole, or the little boys will peep for nothing. Here! here! valk! valk! -Suppose you think this man's alive, he's no more alive than you are. Now's your time to see that vonderful vooden Roscius, Mr. Punch, for the small charge of one penny.-(Mi micking Punch.) High down, O down, derry, derry, down, THE PRIEST OF KAJAAGA. A PRIEST of Kajaaga, as blind as a stone, Cried, "Deary, I never shall see you, I own, Says the Priest," Then we cannot cohabit, d'ye see, indeed! "For I've taken an oath that my children shan't be So he married another he fancied would fit;- She stopp❜d the blind Priest, saying, "Sit down a bit, "Bandy legs," said the Priest, "can't be counted for sins, << So sit there as still as a mouse, "For Mohammed curse me if ever your shins "Shall waddle you into my house." Then he turn'd up his eyes, like the white of boil'd eggs, And pray'd thus, to Mohammed, smack; "Great Prophet, afford me a wife with good legs, Then the voice of the Prophet in thunder was heard, A handsome young woman that can't speak a word, The Priest he bow'd low, crying, " Mohammed's kind; "Of happiness this is the sum, "For a handsome young wife likes her old husband blind, "And most men like a wife that is dumb!" U SEVEN AGES. OUR immortal poet's page In his turn to top his part, Stand in view, mind your cue; Heigh down, ho down, derry derry down, First, the Infant on the lap, Hush-a-bye, wipe an eye, Then the pretty Babe of grace, Book mislaid, truant play'd, Then the lover next appears, |