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“Cut down the bloody horde!”
Says Meagher of the sword, “This conduct would disgrace any blackamore;'
But the best use Tommy made
Of his famous battle blade
Immortal Smith O'Brine
Was raging like a line ; 'Twould have done your sowl good to have heard him roar;
In his glory he arose,
And he rush'd upon his foes,
Then the Futt and the Dthragoons
In squadthrons and platoons,
And they bate the rattatoo,
But the Peelers came in view,
THE BALLADS OF POLICEMAN X.
THE WOFLE NEW BALLAD OF JANE RONEY
AND MARY BROWN.
An igstrawnary tail I vill tell you this veek-
This Mary was pore and in misery once,
Mrs. Roney kep Mary for ever so many veeks,
“ Mrs. Roney, O Mrs. Roney, I feel very ill; Will you jest step to the Doctor's for to fetch me a pill?” “That I will, my pore Mary,” Mrs. Roney says she ; And she goes off to the Doctor's as quickly as may be.
No sooner on this message Mrs. Roney was sped,
Mrs. Roney's best linning gownds, petticoats, and close,
Of Mary, ungrateful, who had served her this vay,
She was leaning on the helbo of a worthy young man,
When up comes Mrs. Roney, and faces Mary Brown,
Mrs. Roney, o, Mrs. Roney, o, do let me go,
I don't care three fardens for the parson and clark,
So, in spite of the tears which bejew'd Mary's cheek,
“And so, vith arp and woice,
Both troubled and shagreened,
O glorious England's Queend !
Because you out are cleaned.
“O, Prins, so brave and stout,
I stand before your gate; Pray send a trifle hout
To me, your pore old Vait; For nothink could be vuss than it's been along vith us,
In this year Forty-eight.”
“ Ven this bad year began,"
The nex man said, saysee, “I vas a Journeyman,
A taylor black and free,
And my name's the bold Cuffee.
“ The Queen and Halbert both,
I swore I would confound,
To drag them to the ground;
Against the British Crownd.
“ Aginst her Pleacemen all,
We said we'd try our strenth;
We vow'd we'd lay full lenth:
Last Aypril was the tenth.