EASTER MONDAY FOR EVER. A COBBLER I am, and my name is Dick Awl, Tol de rol. This morning, at breakfast, on bacon and spinage, One word bred another-a shocking mishap! Tol de rol. To Greenwich, by water, I merrily sped, But when I got home, (it is true, on my life,) Ah, Sally, my love! 'twas a very bad plan, If Bill and my rib should get into a fray, Knock her down my dear Billy-and keep her yourself. GILES SCROGGINS COURTED MOLLY BROWN. GILES Scroggins courted Molly Brown, Fol de riddle lol, fol de riddle li do! The fairest wench in all the town, Fol de riddle lol, &c. He bought her a ring with posey true, Fol de riddle lol, &c. Fol de riddle lol, &c. But scissors cut as well as knives, And quite unsartin are our lives, Fol de riddle lol, &c. The day they were to have been wed, Fol de riddle lol, &c. Poor Molly laid her down to weep, Fol de riddle lol, &c. And cried herself quite fast asleep, Fol de riddle lol, &c. When standing all by the bed-post, A figure tall her sight engross'd, And it cried "I beez Giles Scroggins' ghost;" Fol de riddle lol, &c. The ghost it said all solemnly, Fol de riddle lol, &c. "O Molly! you must go with me, Fol de riddle lol, &c. "All to the grave your love to cool;" vy, that's no rule." She says, 66 The ghost he seized her all so grim, Fol de riddle lol, &c. All for to go along with him, Fol de riddle lol, &c. "Come, come," said he, "ere morning's beam," "I vont," said she, and she screamed a scream, Then she woke, and found she dreamed a dream. Fol de riddle lol, &c. MY BEAUTIFUL SPOUSE. AWAY with those poor married fellows, Whose wife is as frightful as mine. Then away, &c Married beauties may yield to a stranger, Her virtue is never in danger, The moment you look at face; But her face has not many beholders, I am safe from each common occasion And even in case of invasion, I've nothing to fear for my wife; Nay, if death in the church-yard had laid her, Then away, &c. A LITTLE old woman her living got And this little old woman who codlins sold, Though her codlins were hot, thought she felt herself cold; So to keep herself warm, she thought it no sin, Ri tol, &c. This little old woman set off in a trot, To fetch her a quartern of hot! hot! hot! The glass she filled till the bottle shrunk, Ri tol, &c. This little old woman, while muzzy she got, Powder under her pan put, and in it round stones: Which sent the old woman on her latter The little old woman then up she got, All in a fury, hot! hot! hot! Ri tol, &c. Says she, "such boys, sure, never were known, Now here is a moral, round let it buz- Ri tol, &c. KITTY MAGGS AND JOLTER GILES. KITTY Maggs was a servant to farmer Styles, And a buxom wench was she; And her true lovier was Jolter Giles, A ploughman so bold was he; Giles had wages, five pounds due at Candlemas tide, And then he told Kitty he make her his bride. Ding, dong, bo! Betty Blossom she wore a high-caul'd cap, Which caught fickle Jolter's eye; And poor Kitty Maggs, O, dire mishap! And high on the bough of an apple-tree, Ding, dong, bo! At the supper Giles gave for Betty his bride, And from the same bough on which poor Kitty died The pudding pies on it, grew deadly cold, The death-watch ticked, and the church-bell tolled! To carve the pudding was Giles' post, He cut and from the gap Ding, dong, bo! Popped the head of poor Kitty Magg's ghost, Said Giles, "who be you?" said the ghost, "I be I, A coming to punish your pur-ju-ry!” Ding, dong, bo! "Oh, Kitty," said Jolter, "pray alter your note?" "I von't" the ghost replied; |