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THE GOLDEN STONES OF LONDON.

Tune—“ Behold poor Will, just come from drill.

AT home, where I was born and bred,

By feyther I was told, sirs,
That London streets, where folk did tread,

Was paved with nought but gold, sirs,
I swallowed all the story down,

And made a famous plan, sirs, To bring myself to Lunnon town, And be a gentleman, sirs,

Tol, lol.

So up I com'd a' top of coach,

Wi' coachman all alone, sirs, 'Twas quite dark when we did approach

The famous golden stones, sirs ; He told me town was made so neat,

'Twould surely make me stare, sirs, For says he, there is a Silver street, Besides a Golden square, sirs,

Tol, lol.

Next morn I started off quite soon,

To find these famous places, sirs, And wander'd about 'till afternoon, And then I slack'd my paces,

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But sure to say it I'll be bold,

For I every place did try on, sirs.
The streets beant paved with silver or gold,
For th' stones be made of iron, sirs,

Tol, lol.

I found mysen deceived outright,

But as money I did not lack, sirs,
I e'en resolv'd to see ev'ry sight,

Before I did go back, sirs.
And first the Wonderful Pig so cute

I seed, and he's surely a store, sirs ;
Each trick I wonder'd much how he could do't,
O he certainly isn't a bore, sirs.

Tol, lol.

Then I went aboard a fine steam boat,

That did at anchor ride, sirs ;
So curious 'twas that it would float

Against both wind and tide, sirs;
But they seem'd to me, to play such games,

I thought how folk would stare, sirs,
If instead of carrying us up the Thames,
It had carried us up in the air, sirs.

Tol, lol.

Each different object I came near,

It struck me wi' surprise, sirs,
And now my money's gone, oh dear!

Experience makes fools wise, sirs,

'Tis nation fine to cut a dash,

In Lunnon streets to roam, sirs, But a mon wi'out good stock of cash, Had better stay at home, sirs.

Tol, lol.

THE MOUSE TRAP.

THE clock had struck two in the morn,

When a mouse crept out of his hole, O! All danger he proudly did scorn,

Being bent upon having a stroll, O! He jump'd on each table and chair,

And search'd well the corners all round, O! But, alas ! every crevice was bare,

There was nothing to eat to be found, O! Tol de rol, here's a moral behind,

Barring all blarneyfication, O! Which if you look sharp you may find,

Young men beware of temptation, O!

He peep'd under the crack of the door,

And it made all on end stand his hair, O! For he saw the To cat-heard him snore, And he was not inclined to stop there, O!

Then into the cupboard he jumps,

And found something there that did please, O! For by luck in his hurry he plumps, On a trap with some nice toasted cheese, O !

Tol de rol, &c. &c.

Says the cheese,“ Come, come in, here am I,

Just ready to stick to your gums, O! So pri'thee come, taste me, and try,

If I don't eat much better than crumbs, O! I was cut off on purpose

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you, And toasted by Molly the Maid, o ! I swear by my honour, 'tis true”

(Says the Mouse) “ I'd come in if I wasn't afraid, O!"

Tol de rol, &c. &c.

He walk'd round and round, till he tired,

He smelt it again and again, O! The flavour he vastly admired,

But outside 'twas all labour in vain, O! Says the cheese" Surely you might as well

Come and eat me, as there your time waste, O! So don't be content with a smell, But come in, like a man bold, and taste, O!"

Tol de rol, &c. &c.

In a hurry he enters to seize,

Such a place he was ne'er in before, O! But no sooner his nose touch'd the cheese,

Than down with a noise fell the door, O!

He turn'd himself round in despair,
Examin'd the door 'twas too stout,

0! And then through the wires he did stare, And he cried—but he could not get out, O!

Tol de rol, &c. &c.

In the morning the maid was up first,

To dust all the rooms in the house, O! And she cried out, “ Here cook ! I'll be curst

If the trap has not caught a large mouse, O! They call'd the Tom cat to the trap,

Who mollrow'd as he smelt at the door, O ! Open'd his mouth, and swallow'd him slap, All the while most profanely he swore, O!

Tol de rol, &c. &c.

MORAL.

Now young men who roam out of a night,

If you meet with temptation's sweet bait, O! Remember the mouse's sad plight,

His doleful lamentable fate, o !
Though the trap with its bait does allure,

To run away think it no sin, O!
Or if you must taste, make Cock sure,
To get out, as well as you get in, O!

Tol de rol, &c. &c.

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