My trembling And amost refewses To write the charge which Sir John swore, Of which the Countess he ecuses, Her daughter and her son-in-lore. My Mews quite blushes as she sings of "Is this the child of honest parince, To make away with folks' best things? Is this, pray, like the wives of Barrins, To go and prig a gentleman's rings ? " Thus thought Sir John, by anger wrought on, If guiltless, how she have been slandered! VOL. I. L Their money, not their wits; And there's six attornies under them, As here their living gits. These lawyers, six and four, It now is some monce since, He didn know what to do: This gentleman his oss At Tattersall's did lodge; One day this gentleman's groom A mounted on this oss A ridin him about; "Get out of that there oss, you rogue," Speaks up the groom so stout. The thief was cruel whex'd To find hisself so pinn'd; The oss began to whinny, The honest groom he grinn'd; And the raskle thief got off the oss And cut avay like vind. Thus Mr. Jacob cut The conwasation short; The livery-man went ome, Detummingd to ave sport, And summingsd Jacob Homnium, Exquire, Into the Pallis Court. Pore Jacob went to Court, A Counsel for to fix, And choose a barrister out of the four, An attorney of the six; And there he sor these men of Lor, And watch'd 'em at their tricks. The dreadful day of trile In the Pallis Court did come; The lawyers said their say, The Judge look'd wery glum, And then the British Jury cast Pore Jacob Hom-ni-um. O a weary day was that For Jacob to go through; The debt was two seventeen, (Which he no mor owed than you), And then there was the plaintives costs, Eleven pound six and two. And then there was his own, Which the lawyers they did fix At the wery moderit figgar Of ten pound one and six. I cannot settingly tell If Jacob swaw and cust, But I should think he must, O Pallis Court, you move A most emusing sport |