All the people were astonish'd at the ginger-pop, For when the beer began to run all the folks began to stop,

The lady look'd at her silks--Bumps look'd for a cloth;

He was covered with confusion-she was covered with froth.

Bumps found that the crowd for a row was seeking, While the lady he was wiping he was threaten'd with a licking;

So he hurried her away into the nearest shop,

To clear her from the mob and the ginger-pop.

Bumps saw that he had ruined quite a bran-new dress,

So he made some long apologies-he couldn't do less; He kept smoothing her down till she was almost dry, When the other cursed bottle in his pocket let fly. Poor Bumps stoed aghast with dismay and fear,

At the mischief he was making by the working of the beer;

For he found he now had got into a cutler's shop, Where he play'd the very devil with the ginger-pop!

While the beer with a spurt kept fiz-fizzing out, Bumps to make the matters worse kept wiggle-waggling about;

He kept firing away on all the blades in the shopE'en the daggers and the swords were subdued by his

рор.

The scissors felt keenly the spluttering they bore, The knives had never met with such a w(h)etting before:

The tweezers and the snuffers-every razor in the shop

Got treated with a taste of the ginger-pop!

The cutler, although he was a close-cutting blade,
Was very easily satisfied, the money being paid;

Bumps got the lady home in a cab, and then
Got leave to have the happiness of seeing her again.
He gave her all his heart-and a new silk dress,

For his love, like ginger-pop, soon began to effer

vesce;

He at length "popp'd the question," she his hopes didn't stop,

So he popp'd upon a wife with his ginger-pop.

LECTURED BY PA AND MA.

CHARLES DIBDIN.]

[Music by DIBDIN.

LECTURED by pa and ma o'er night,
Monday at ten quite vex'd and jealous ;
Resolved in future to be right,

And never listen to the fellows:
Stitch'd half a wristband, read the text,
Received a note from Mrs. Racket,
I hate that woman, she sat next,

All church-time, to sweet Captain Clackit.

Tuesday got scolded, did not care,
The toast was cold, 'twas past eleven;
I dreamt the Captain thro' the air

On Cupid's wings bore me to heaven:
Pouted and dined, dress'd, look'd divine,
Made an excuse, got ma to back it;
Went to the play, what joy was mine!

Talk'd loud, and laugh'd with Captain Clackit.

Wednesday came down, no lark so gay :

"The girl's quite altered," said my mother. Cried Dad, "I recollect the day

When, dearee, thou wert such another."
Danced, drew a landscape, skimm'd a play,
In the paper read that Widow Flackit
To Gretna Green had run away,

The forward minx, with Captain Clackit.

Thursday fell sick, "Pour soul, she'll dis!'
Five doctors came with lengthened faces:
Each felt my pulse; "Ah me!" cried I,

"Are these the promised Loves and Graces Friday grew worse ; cried ma, in pain,

"

"Our day was fair; heaven do not black it! Where's your complaint, love?"—"In my brain.""What shall I give you ?"-"Captain Clackit."

Early next morn a nostrum came

Worth all their cordials, balms, and spices; A letter, I had been to blame,

The Captain's truth brought on a crisis. Sunday, for fear of more delays,

Of a few clothes I made a packet, And Monday morn stept in a chaise, And ran away with Captain Clackit.

A SUP OF GOOD WHISKY. ANONYMOUS.] [Irish Air-" All Kings in our turn."

A SUP of good whisky will make you glad;
Too much of the creatur' will make you mad;
If you take it in reason, 'twill make you wise;
If you drink to excess, it will close up your eyes.
Yet father and mother,

And sister and brother,

They all take a sup in their turn.

Some preachers will tell you that whisky is bad;
I think so too-if there's none to be had;
Teetotallers bid you drink none at all;
But while I can get it, a fig for them all!
Both layman and brother,

In spite of this pother,
Will all take a sup in their turn.

Some doctors will tell you 'twill hurt your health; The justice will say, 'twill reduce your wealth; Physicians and lawyers both do agree,

When your money's all gone, they can get no fee. Yet surgeon and doctor,

And lawyer and proctor,

Will all take a sup in their turn.

If a soldier is drunk on his duty found,
He to the three-legged horse is bound,
In the face of his regiment obliged to strip;
But a noggin w.ll soften the nine-tailed whip.
For sergeant and drummer,

And likewise his honour,

Will all take a sup in their turn.

The Turks who arrived from the Porte sublime,
All told us that drinking was held a great crime !
Yet, after their dinner, away they slunk,
And tippled, so sly, till they got quite drunk.
For Sultan and Crommet,

And even Mahomet,

They all take a sup in their turn.

The Quakers will bid you from drink abstain,
By yea and by nay they will make it plain ;
But some of the broad-brims will get the stuff,
And tipple away till they've tippled enough.
For Stiff-back and Steady,
And Solomon's lady,

Will all take a sup in their turn.

The Germans do say they can drink the most,
The French and Italians also do boast ;

Ould Ireland's the country (for all their noise)
For generous drinking and hearty boys.

There each jovial fellow
Will drink till he's mellow,
And take off his glass in his turn.

KING RICHARD THE FIRST.

[EDWARD DRAPER]

[Air-" Cork Leg."]

KING RICHARD has gone to the Holy Land,
But in returning has been trepann'd,
And prisoner made by a ruffian band,
And nobody knows where his gaol doth stand.
Ri tooral, looral, &c.

A minstrel whose name begins with B,
(Bloundell, or Blundell, or Blondell)-he
Cries, I'll my monarch soon set free
For a minstrel can always pitch in a key,
Ri tooral, looral, &c.

No mild cigars-no Bass's Ale,

No newspapers, no letters

Sometimes to soothe his mind, he'd dance

A hornpipe in his fetters.

Sometimes he'd whistle lively airs,

Till one day down below

He heard his notes re-echoed

From a very old banjo.

[Air-"Ole Joe."]

King Richard stood at his dungeon grate,
He couldn't get out, so he had to wait,
But at sound of the tones he knew so well
He jumped for joy all round his cell!

SPOKEN (Dubioso). What! King Richard the First-Yes, the real original King Richard-I can sure you you'll find it historically correct!