This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1861 Excerpt: ...than tarry here for bribe or gain, I'll back to whoame, and country fare again. I left toad-eater; then I served a lord, And there they promised, but ne'er kept their word. While 'mong great folks this gaming work the trade is, They mind no more poor servants than their ladies. A lady next, who liked a smart young lad, ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1861 Excerpt: ...than tarry here for bribe or gain, I'll back to whoame, and country fare again. I left toad-eater; then I served a lord, And there they promised, but ne'er kept their word. While 'mong great folks this gaming work the trade is, They mind no more poor servants than their ladies. A lady next, who liked a smart young lad, Hired me forthwith, but troth. I thought her mad. Prologue to Barbarossa. She turn'd the world top-down, as one may say. She changed day into neet, neet into day. I was so shcam'd with all her freakish ways, She wore her gear so short, so low her stays--Fine folks show all for nothing now-a-days. Now I'm the poet's mon--I find with wits There's nothing sartain--nay, we eat hy fits. Our meals, indeed, are slender--what of that, There are hut three on's, measter, me, and cat. Did you hut sec us all, as I'm a sinner, You'd scarcely say which of the three is thinner; My wages all depend on this night's piece, But should you find that all our swans are geese, 'Efeck, I'll trust no more to measter's brain, But pack up all, and whistle whoame again. no THE BARBER'S NUPTIALS. X Liquorpond street, as is well known to many, An artist resided, who shaved for a penny, Pi Cut hair for three halfpence, for threepence he bled, And would draw for a groat every tooth in your head, What annoy'd other folks never spoil'd his repose, 'Twas the same thing to him whether stocks fell or rose: For blast and for mildew he cared not a pin, His crops never fail'd, for they grew on the chin. Unvox'd by the cares that ambition and state has, Contented he dined on his daily potatoes; The Barber s Nuptials. And the pence that he earn'd by excision of bristle, Were nightly devoted to wetting his whistle. When copper ran low, he made light of the matter, Drank his purl upon ...
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