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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.
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
channelied 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, 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, Who bound the parties over to keep the public peace; But Mrs. Tick, one day, inflamed with max and muggy
weather, She with a joint-stool broke the peace and Tommy's
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, O 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, &c
THE MARVELLOUS WELL.
To St. Agnes devoted,
And very much noted, For mystical charms in its waters that dwell. With all new married couples, the story thus goes. Whichever drinks first of the spring there that flows,
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
Away, like a hare from the hounds, started he,
“ Dear Agnes!” cried he,
“Let me drink of thy tide,
Lifting briskly his head,
To the lady he said, " I'm first at the well, spouse!so 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,
Who bang’d my eyes and cracked my sn jut,
Who makes me often dress the fish,
My doxy. Who beats me often with the birch, And makes me carry clogs to church, And leaves me often in the lurch?
As my doxy
PAT AND THE PRIEST.
Pat fell sick on a time, and he sent for the Priest,
Derry down, &c.