In vain they both struggled and grinn’d—
"Twas useless to labour and pull;
Their nappers as tightly were pinn'd
As the dog at the nose of a bull.
At length both the fabrics so crazy
By a resolute effort and big,
Down fell Mr. Doddington's jasey,
And poor Mrs. Runnington's wig.
Now, as bald as my hand, or two coots,
They stood petrified at the disaster,
But it soon finish'd all their disputes,
And tied their affection the faster.
Each admiring the other's good sense,
Made the best of their dismal miscarriage,
And alleg'd, in their mutual defence,

Secrets e'er should be kept before marriage.
Though they look'd like two monkeys run crazy,
While they laugh'd at the frolicsome rig,
She restor❜d Mr. Doddington's jasey,
And he Mrs. Runnington's wig.

THE GOOD OLD DAYS OF ADAM AND

THOMAS HUDSON.]

EVE.

[Tune-" Jingling Johnny."

I SING, I sing, in jingling rhymes, sirs,

In praise of long-past good old times, sirs;
When female servants house-work would do,
And dress'd themselves as servants should do ;
But now the servants, people tell us,

Think of nought but running after the fellows:
And all the wages that they gathers
Goes for finery, hats, and feathers.

Sing hey, sing ho, people grieve,

For the good old days of Adam and Eve.
When near our houses might be seen fields,
And a short walk took you to the green fields,
Where you might sing Nature's praises,
Or pick a bowpot of blooming daisies.

But now if a man cannot endure all

The noise of town, and wants to be rural,
He'll find the charms of Nature undone,

And a good day's journey to get out of London.
Sing hey, sing ho, &c.

When every man, whether wise or ninny,
Was pleased at the sight of a good old guinea;
The front of it had the old king's face on-
The back, the royal arms and old spade ace on:
But now there's a sovereign, and people tell you
It is not worth so much in value;

For there's King George, without a rag on,
Galloping over an ugly dragon.

Sing hey, sing ho, &c.

When roast beef was eaten off platters wooden,
And nobody never dined without puddin';
When songs were longer, and sung much louder,
And beaux wore pig-tails, pomatum, and powder;
But now our beaux of pride are slighters,

Keep company with gamblers and fancy fighters;
And instead of hair-powder, great and small, now,
Never comb their heads at all now.

Sing hey, sing ho, &c.

When rogues had a bold as well as a sly way,
And went with pistols on the highway,
Stopp'd the travellers, and without detail,
Robb'd him of his cash by retail;

But now despising petty stealers,
Some are in robbery wholesale dealers,
Get into credit-live quite dashing,

And pay their debts with a clean whitewashing.

Sing hey, sing ho, &c.

When drinking ale made strong men stronger,
And doctors made folk live the longer;
Our grandfathers brew'd stout October,
And thought it sinful to go to bed sober;

Then was the time for games and gambols,
When Oxford-street was covered with brambles,
Hedges and ditches and ponds of water;

But now there's nothing but bricks and mortar !
Sing hey, sing ho, &c.

When this very place, now cover'd over,
Was a field of wheat, or perhaps of clover;
Two or three trees for the cattle to get under,
Out of the way of the light'ning and thunder!
No sounds were heard but the sweet birds singing,
Except sometimes the Bow-bells ringing!

But now far off the birds are fled, sirs,

And we're the birds that sing instead, sirs.

Sing hey, sing ho, &c.

LIMERICK RACES.

[J. W. HALL.]

I'm a simple Irish lad, I'm resolved to see some fun, sirs,

So to satisfy my mind, to Limerick town I come, sirs; Oh, murther! what a precious place, and what a charming city,

Where the boys are all so free, and the girls are all so pretty.

It was on the first of May, when I began my rambles, When everything was there, both jaunting cars and gambols;

I look'd along the road, which was lined with smiling faces,

All driving off ding-dong, to go and see the races.

So thin I was resolved to go and see the race, sirs, And on a coach and four I neatly took my place, eirs, When a chap bawls out "Behind!" and the coachman dealt a blow, sirs,

Faith, he hit me just as fair as if his eyes were in his poll, sirs.

So thin I had to walk, and make no great delay, sirs, Until I reached the course, where everything was gay, sirs;

It's thin I spied a wooden house, and in the upper story

The band struck up a tune, called "Garry Owen and Glory."

There was fiddlers playing jigs, there was lads and lasses dancing,

And chaps upon their nags, round the course sure they were prancing,

Some was drinking whisky-punch, while others bawled out gaily,

"Hurrah, then, for the shamrock green, and the splinter of shillelagh !"

There was betters to and fro, to see who would win the race, sirs,

And one of the sporting chaps of course came up to me face, sirs;

Says he, "I'll bet you fifty pounds, and I'll put it down this minute."

"Ah, thin ten to one," says I, "the foremost horse will win it."

When the players came to town, and a funny set was they,

I paid my two thirteens to go and see the play ; They acted kings and cobblers, queens, and everything so gaily,

But I found myself at home when they struck up "Paddy Cary."

I'M VERY FOND OF WATER.

From "Blackwood's Magazine."]

I'm very fond of water,

[Music by J. L. HATTON.

I drink it noon and night,
Not Rechab's son or daughter
Had therein more delight.

3

I breakfast on it daily,
And nectar it doth seem,
When once I've mixed it gaily
With sugar and with cream;
But I forgot to mention
That in it first I see
Infused with some attention
Good Mocha or Bohea.
I'm very fond of water,
I drink it noon and night,
No mother's son or daughter
Hath therein more delight.
At luncheon, too, I drink it,
And strength it seems to bring;
When really good, I think it
A liquor for a king-
But I forgot to mention,
('Tis best to be sincere)
I use an old invention
That makes it into beer.

I'm very fond of water, &c.

I drink it, too, at dinner,
I quaff it full and free,
And find, as I'm a sinner,
It does not disagree—
But I forgot to mention,

As thus I drink and dine,
To save all apprehension,
I join some sherry wine.

I'm very fond of water, &c.
And then, when dinner's over,
And business far away,
I feel myself in clover,
And sip my eau sucré-
But I forgot to mention
I love to add a smack
(To obviate distension)
Of whisky or cognac.

I'm very fond of water, &c.