Then my once single state I sigh for in vain, WIDOW WADDLE. MRS. WADDLE was a widow, and she got no little gain, She kept a tripe and trotter shop in Chickabiddy Lane; Her next door neighbor, Tommy Tick, a Tallyman was he, And he ax'd Mrs. Waddle just to take a cup of tea. With a tick a tee, tick a tee, &c. Mrs. Waddle put her chintz on, and sent for Sammy Sprig, The titivating barber, to frizify her wig; Tommy Tick he dressed in pompadour, with doubled channelled pumps, And looked when he'd his jazy on, just like the Jack of Trumps. With a tick a tee, tick a tee, &c. Mrs. Waddle came in time for tea, and down they sat together, They talked about the price of things, the fashion and the weather; She staid to supper too, for Tommy Tick, without a doubt, Was none of them that axes you to tea and turn 'em out.' With a tick a tee, tick a tee, &c. Thus Tommy Tick, he won her heart, and they were married fast, But all so loving was at first, 'twas thought it could not last; They'd words, and with a large cow-heel she gave him such a wipe, And he returned the compliment with a half a yard of tripe. With a tick a tee, tick a tee, &c. She took him to the justice such cruelty to cease, She with a joint-stool broke the peace and Tommy's head together. SPOKEN.] There he lay with about a dozen cow heels about him-singing, Tick a tee, tick a tee, &c LOVE IN A MASH TUB. ONE morn, whilst I was brewing, Indeed I will, O yes, I will, Chance in my brew-house brought her, And feel inclined, to tell my mind, And cut my longing shorter. Says she, refrain your twitters, Indeed I do, &c. If your mind does not fit hers— Indeed she does, &c. My daughter's fair to view, sir, My Molly dear now came in, Cried Moll, you stupid rash cub, I'm sure you will, &c. Your hopes desist-and with her fist, Indeed she did! O lord! she did, &c wwwwwwwwing THE MARVELLOUS WELL. A STORY there runs of a marvellous well, For mystical charms in its waters that dwell. And the r With all new married couples, the story thus goes. That one shall for life On the other a yoke of subjection impose. Young Claude led Claudine to church as his bride, When the bridegroom eloped from his good woman's side. Away, like a hare from the hounds, started he, Till reaching the well,-dropping plump on his knee; Who pinches And calls me While she is Who makes me often dress the fish, And skim the milk, and wash each dish, My doxy. Who makes me scrub and beat the mat, And empty pails and comb the cat, And off the broth to skim the fat? My doxy. Who beats me often with the birch, My doxy. Who makes me slave from morn till night, My doxy. Who, while I was at sea, begat, My doxy. All ye who wedlock have in view, May ye be blest, nor have to do With such a d―d outrageous shrew PAT fell sick on a time, and he sent for the Priest, The good father the summons did quickly obey, |