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Then my once single state I sigh for in vain,
But Home! home, &c
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. h
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 thcught it could
They'd words, and with a large cow-heel she gave him
such a wipe,
With a tick a tee, tick a tee, &c.
head together. SPOKEN.] There he lay with about a dozen cowa" heels about him-singing,
Tick a tee, tick a tee, &c
LOVE IN A MASH TUB.
First malt and hops, next Molly Popps,
Indeed I will, 0 yes, I will,
And feel inclined, to tell my mind,
Indeed I do, &c.
As like the beer would be your dear-
Indeed she does, &c.
And few can vie with her black eye,
Indeed it may, &c.
Her mother said, the lad's afraid
I'm sure you will, &c.
Your hopes desist—and with her fist,
Indeed she did! O lord! she did, &a
THE MARVELLOUS WELL.
To St. Agnes devoted,
And very much noted,
Be it husband or wife,
That one shall for life
But the clerk's nassal twang,
“ Amen,” scarce had rang, 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;
“ Dear Agnes!” cried he,
“Let me drink of thy tide, And the right to the breeches establish in me.” He quaffed till nigh bursting,-again turned to quaff, Till the bride in pursuit reached his side with a laugh:
Lifting briskly his head,
To the lady he said, " I'm first at the well, spouse!_s0 bow to the staff.” The dame to her hubby, replied with a sneer, “ That you're first at the well, after marriage, is clear,
But to save such a task,
I filled a small flask,
Wło bang'd my eyes and cracked my sn yut,
Who pinches me of proper prog,
Who makes me often dress the fish,
As my doxy.
PAT AND THE PRIEST. Par fell sick on a time, and he sent for the Priest, That, dying, he might have his blessing at least; And to come with all speed, did humbly implore him, To fit him out tight for the journey before him,
* Derry down, &c. The good father the summons did quickly obey, And found Paddy, alas! in a torrible way;