For the sail then beginning to pull and to haul, Says the boatman-"You'll into the Thames both fall, With other odd fish to mingle." And into the river they sure enough roll'd As soon as the waterman said it; So out of hot water they got into cold, For extremes then you'll give them some credit. Wet souls. Then the drags were procured in an instant, to find Mrs. P. was brought up, but her spouse left behind; Dispelling her fears as she said it: So with nursing and kissing they speedily found That perversity gain'd'em no credit. Loving souls! MR. FROST AND MISS SNOW. THOMAS HUDSON.] [Tune-"Russian Dance." ONE Mr. Frost was quite lost-led a miserable life, Like to die—and for why? 'Cause he couldn't get a wife; He was cold-but so bold-took ladies by the nose, Did offend-foe and friend-as you easy may suppose; At last the pure Miss Snow, she came down here below, And in paying his addresses to her warn't a moment lost, For morning, noon, and night, he stuck to her so tight, She consented that she would become the wife of Mr. Frost. I can speak, that a week, had scarcely pass'd away, When the sun, had begun, to shine forth every day; Mr. Frost, ardour lost, and she call'd herself a fool, For as the sun got warm-the love of Frost got cool. But Frost he did deny-and said, ""Twas all my eye, His love was as strong as ever, and her senses must be lost, To hurt her feelings loath, he'd freely take an oath, He'd be true to her as long as she was true to Mr. Frost." Words are vain, and 'tis plain his love had little strength, And, oh, oh, 'gan to go, when the days had got more length; For oh! law, Tommy Thaw came from the south one day, And, 'tis said, did persuade Mrs. Frost to run away. Her heart had such a twist, that she could not resist Such melting moments, and by such a pressing lover cross'd; He had so many charms, that she melted in his arms, So Tommy Thaw he ran off with the wife of Mr. Frost. MISTRESS JUDY MINNIGIN. ANONYMOUS.] [Tune-" Barney Brallaghan." 'Twas late one night, I'm told, When Pat, with whisky burning, Along the road he roll'd, And homeward was returning; The rain quite fast was falling, Charming Mistress Minnigin; So pray let me in again.” Says Judy, from within : "Come sooner home you might, sir; I'll not let you in, So late as this at night, sir." See what I've got for you, "For you I've got a treat, Ope the door, &c. I've got some whisky, too, now; A pig that you may eat, All this I've got for you now. So haste and let me in, Just like a drowned rat, too, I'm wet quite through my skin, And I've spoilt my Sunday hat, too." Says Judy, "That I wont, Ope the door, &c. In here you'll not be poking; Pray, my love, now don't Think that I am joking. For when you went away, To come back you'd be scorning; So now, my boy, you may Keep outside till the morning." "A jackass, too, I've got, On it you may ride, too; When to church you trot, Ope the door, &c. I'll walk by your side, too. Ope the door, &c. "To Dublin, faith, I've been, He's at the Cat and Snuffers." Says Judy, "What you're at, Ope the door, &c. Says Pat, "You may as well Let me in, I pray, now; News I've got to tell, Ope the door, I say, now. I've lips with kisses to smack ye; But I've got a big stick to whack ye.” Ope the door, &c. SIC A WIFE AS WILLIE HAD. [ROBERT BURNS.] WILLIE WASTLE dwalt on Tweed, The spot they ca'd it Link umdoddie; Cou'd stown a clue wi' ony boddy; I wadna gie a button for her. She has an ee, she has but ane, She's bow-hough'd, she's hein-shinned, Auld baudrans by the ingle sits, She dights her grunzie wi' a hushion; I wadna gie a button for her. LORD CHARLES CLEVERLEY. ROBERT B. BROUGH.] [Tune-"The Charming Man.' With men like Lord Charles at the helm. Much noticed, and some of them read. He's travell'd o'er Europe and Asia. And acts of a tragedy four, Which fortunate people, who know him, |