I was Nan's, and Nan was mine, spite of Jim, the carter," yes," says she, " and that's all fine! t Jack, vat are you arter?" arter?-vy now, this is strange; n Nan with falsehood tax me? at my love is like to change; naw! vat a thing to ax me." yes," says she, "that may be true, r so said Jim, the carter; ae proved false, and so may you, I," the short and long is this, u will," says she, " then I'm your bride, from that moment, never cried Now, Jack, vat are you arter?" HUMMING ALL THE TRADE IS. WITH a merry tale, Serjeants beat the drum; Noddles full of ale, Village lads they hum. Soldiers out go all, Lawyers try, when feed, To perfection come, Ladies lovers hum, Lovers hum the ladies. Towdy rowdy dow, &e Ha'n't Britannia's sons Often hummed Mounseer? Towdy rowdy dow, &c. THE IRISH SMUGGLERS. FROM Brighton two Paddies walk'd under the cliff, For pebbles and shells to explore; When, lo! a small barrel was dropp'd from a skiff, Says Dermot to Pat, we the owner will bilk, I know it as well as my own mother's milk, Says Pat, I'll soon broach it, O fortunate lot! 'Twas said, and 'twas done-the barrel was bor'd, (No Bacchannals ever felt prouder,) When Paddy found out a small error on board— The whisky, alas! was gunpowder! With sudden explosion, he flew o'er the ocean, Yet instinct prevails, when philosophy fails, But Dermot bawl'd out, with a terrible shout, OVER port, pipe, or snuff-box, there's always some wight To tell a long story at club ev'ry night, Wanting wit at a pinch, the box helps a bad joke, Derry down, down, down, derry down. Since we're told to believe only half what we hear, For example, I'll tell a short story or two. Derry down, &c. Once a man advertised the metropolis round, back. A boatswain who ne'er had seen Punch or his wife, Spectators and puppets were here and there thrown, A bluff grenadier, under great Marshal Saxe, That a handkerchief tied round his neck made all well. Now his memory was short, and his neck very long, Which he'd bow thus and thus when he heard a good song; And one night beating time to the tale I tell you, He gave such a nod that away his head flew. Derry down, &c. I could tell other stories, but here mean to rest, Till what you have heard may have time to digest, Besides, ere my narrative verse I pursue, I must find some more subjects equally true. Derry down, &c. THE BLIND PRIEST. A PRIEST of Kajaaga, as blind as a stone, Says the priest, "then we cannot cohabit, d'ye see, For I've taken an oath that my children sha'n't be So he married another he fancied would fit- She stopt the blind priest, saying, "sit down a bit, e as still as a mouse; t curse me if ever your shins le you into my house." hed up his eyes like the white of boiled d thus to Mahomet smack: net, afford me a wife with good legs, never a hump on her back!" ce of the prophet in thunder was heard, ed thus over his head: e young woman, that can't speak a word your blind rev'rence's bed," me young wife likes her old husband blind, men like a wife that is dumb." Home, sweet Home." s unmarried, alone did I roam, place much more pleasant than home; room where the casement was broke: ould be made on account of the smoke me! home! comfortless home! ere was no place like home! woman whom all did admire, |