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Pouted, and din'd; 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 alter'd! said my mother. Cry'd dad, I recollect the day
When, dearee, thou wert such another. Danc'd, 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.—Poor soul, she'll die!
Five doctors came with lengthen'd faces: Each felt my pulse: Ah me! cry'd [,
Are these my promis'd loves and graces? Friday grew worse. Cry'd 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.
H2 LAST "IT AST Valentine's day, when bright rhocbus
-1L^ shone clear,
(1 had not been hunting for more than a year,)
Tally ho, Tally ho, Tally ho, Tally ho, I mounted Black Sloven, o'er the road made him
bound, For I heard the hounds challenge, and horns
Tally ho, Tally ho, &c.
Hallow, into covert, old Anthony cries;
Tally ho. This being the signal, he then crack'd his whip; Tally ho was the word, and away we did leap. "- Tally ho.
Then up rides Dick Dawson, who car'd not a pin; He sprang at the drain, but his horse tumbled in.
Tally ho. And as he crept out, why he spied the old Ren, With his tongue hanging out, stealing home to his den. Tally ho.
Our hounds and our horses were always as good As ever broke covert, or dash'd through the wood.
Tally ho. Old Reynard runs hard, but must certainly die: Have at you, old Tony. Dick Dawson did erv.
The The hounds they had run twenty miles, now, or
more; Old Anthony fretted, he curs'd too, and swore.
Tally ho. But Reynard, being spent, soon must give up the
ghost, Which will heighten our joys when wc come to
each toast. Tally ho.
The day's sport being over, the horns we will
sound, To the jolly foi-hunters let echoes resound. Tally
ho. So fill up your glasses, and cheerfully drink, To the honest true sportsman who never will
shrink. Tally ho.
"TN the tenth book of Job, which I now mean
Jl to quote,
At the third find fourth verses you'll tied it thus
wrote: Old Moses invited some prophets to dine, And drink u lew bottler of gooseberry wine,
Derry down, down, down, deny down.
Then Moses was plac'd in the chair in a trice,
And Aaron, his crony, deputed his vice;
When the glass moving quick, and the wine being
strong, Moses declared they should each sing a song.
H 3 They They all look'd askew, which friend Moses soon
saw, But what Moses said, why, you know,Sir,was law; So he frankly declar'd, that should any decline. He wou'd fine each defaulter a bumper of wine.
Then Aaron sung first, as nice-president shou'd, And stated the law as at that time it stood, When the thumb-stick he handled and said, with
a nod, They wou'd soon see their president drunk a* a
Then Elijah, Elisha, and old Ezekiah,
Glee.—How merrily we live that prophets be, Round the world we roam with pious glee, foretelling great events to a certainty—ad libitum.
Little David, it seems, was the next of their
choice, For they very well knew he'd an excellent voice; But he vov/'i he cou'dn't sing—they swore it was
a thumper, And poor little David was fin'd in a bumper.
Then Solomon rose, resplendent in glory,
And said he had much rather tell them a story;
But the cry against that was a great deal too
strong, For they would have nothing but "Solomon's
Solomon's Song.—I've kiss'd and I've prattled with fifty fair maids. And chang'd them as oft do you see: But of all the fair damsels that danc'd on the green, Dear Sheba's the queen for me, &c.
[ofj Rear-Admiral Noah, whom much has been said And his jaunt on the water, which we have all
read of; Not liking thin gooseberry, call'd for a dram, And then gave 'em the song which he sung to young Ham.
Noah's Song.—And bearing up to gain the port,
Which e'er the flood old Noah knew;
Then Ezekiel rose next,Sir, a very great smoker,
poker, Being skilful in music, and proud of his voice, With exquisite fancy this song was his choice.
Ezekiel's Song.—Of the Ancients, its speaking, my soul you'd be after, That they never got how came you so; Wou'd you seriously make the good folks die with, laughter, To be sure the dogs tricks we don't know.