The traps of wire and traps of steel, At length, so sadly were they scared, Contrived to hang himself, as dead, Beside the wall, with downward head, Resisting gravitation's laws By clinging with his hinder claws To some small bit of string. The rats esteemed the thing A judgment for some naughty deed, Or ugly scratch ; And thought their foe had got his meed By being hung indeed. With hope elated all Of laughing at his funeral, They thrust their noses out in air; And then to show their heads they dare, Now dodging back, now venturing more. At last, upon the larder's store They fall to filching, as of yore. A scanty feast enjoyed these shallows; "Some other tricks to me are known," Said he, while tearing bone from bone, "By long experience taught; The point is settled, free from doubt, That from your holes you shall come out." His threat as good as prophecy Was proved by Mr. Mild-and-sly; He squatted in an open tub, And held his purring and his breath ;Out came the vermin to their death. On this occasion, one old stager, Well said, I think, and prudently, "COME TO THE MAY-POLE!" [FROM WESTMINSTER DROLLERY.'] OME, Lasses and Lads, get leave of your Dads, For Willy shall dance with Jane, And Johnny has got his Joan, To trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it, Strike up, says Wat: agreed, says Matt, And I prithee, fiddler, play; Content, says Hodge, and so says Madge, For this is a holiday. Then every lad did doff His hat unto his lass, And every girl did curtsey, curtsey, Curtsey on the grass. Begin, says Hal: aye, aye, says Mall, We'll first have Sellinger's Round. Mr. W. Chappell, in his admirable work on Popular Music of the Olden Time, states that the words of this song are still in print in Seven Dials. You're out, says Dick,-not I, says Nick, And so says every one. The fiddler then began To play the tune again, And every girl did trip it, trip it, Trip it to the men. Let's kiss, says Jane,-content, says Nan, And so says every she; How many? says Batt,-why three, says Matt, For that's a maiden's fee. The men, instead of three, Did give them half a score; The maids in kindness, kindness, kindness, Gave 'em as many more. Then, after an hour, they went to a bow'r, The lasses held the stakes. The girls did then begin To quarrel with the men, And bade them take their kisses back, Now there they did stay the whole of the day, With dancing and play, without any pay, From morning until night. They told the fiddler then They'd pay him for his play, Then each a twopence, twopence, twopence, Gave him, and went away. Good night, says Harry,-good night, says Mary; Good night, says Dolly to John; |