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GILES SCROGGINS' GHOST.

Now break thy meend. zay 'dun, an dun ;"
I'll make thee a good husband, mun;
And Joan, I'll love thee dearly;
Iss waant do leek our neighbour Flail,
That huffth his wive, and kickth her tail,
And drashth her just leek barley.
Joanny, Iss now have broke my meend;
Zo speak, and let the bisness eend,
And dant stand shilly shally;
But if thee wutt'n-Lord, lay 't alone;
Go hang thy zel vor me, mun, Joan,
I'll curt thy zester Mally.

GILES SCROGGINS' GHOST.

(c. DIBDIN, JUN.)

GILES Scroggins courted Molly Brown,
Fol de riddle lol, fol de riddle lido!
The fairest wench in all the town,
Fol de riddle lol, &c.

He bought a ring, with poesy true,
If you loves I as I loves yon,
No knife can cut our love in two.'
Fol de riddle lol, &c.

But scissars cut as well as knives,
Fol de riddle lol, &c.

And quite uncertain's all our lives,
Fol de riddle lol, &c.

The day they were to have been wed,
Fate's scissars cut poor Gile's thread,

So they could not be mar-ri-ed,

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.

LUBIN AND THE DENTIST,

When standing all by the bed's post,
A figure tall her sight engross'd,

And it cri'd. 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 I! Fol de riddle lol, &c.

All to the grave your love to cool,-~

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Says she, I am not dead you fool!'

Says the ghost, says he, "That's no rule.'

Fol de riddle lol, &c.

The ghost he seiz'd 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 beam,'

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I von't,' said she, and she scream'd a scream, Then she woke, and found she'd dreamt a dream. Fol de riddle lol, &c.

LUBIN AND THE DENTIST.

(PINDAR.)

SORE troubled by the tooth-ache, Lubin ran
To get the murd❜rer of his quiet, drawn ;
An artist in an instant whips it out--
'Well, Master Snag--hæ? what has I to pay??
A shilling-- Zounds! a shilling do ye zay?"
With a long staring face replies the lout.

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'Lord! why Ize did not veel it 'twas nort in it; 'You knows ye wern't about it half a minute:

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To gec zo much Ize cursedly unwilling

Lord! vor a tooth, but yesterday old Slop 'Did drag me by the head about his shop

Three times, poor man, and only ax'd a shilling.'

MISS DEBORAH DIDDLE AND SIR GILBERT GOSOFTLY.

(c. DIRDIN, JUN.)

You may talk of sweet passion, and wishing and wooing

With exstacies, blushes, and darts ;

Of altars and turtles, and billing and cooing,
Flaming torches, and fond bleeding hearts!
But the truest of lovers that ever was seen,
In city or town, great or small,

Were Miss Deborah Diddle of Daisymead-green,
And Sir Gilbert Gosoftly of Gooseberry-hall!
The virgin was fifty, her head very taper,
Her mouth large, and nose rather flat;
Her complexion as blooming as whity-brown paper;
She'd but one eye, and squinted with that;
For an excellent rib she was form'd too, I ween,
Since terribly crook'd withal,

Was Miss Deborah Diddle of Daisymead-green,
For Sir Gilbert Gosoftly of Gooseberry-hall.
The Knight once a sad race had run, when in clover
But his running had come to a dreg;

For now he was poor, and had sixty got over,
Besides that he had but one leg.

But titled was he, and she rich as a queen;
These in love with each other made fall;
Sweet Miss Deborah Diddle of Daisymead-green,
And Sir Gilbert Gosoftly of Gooseberry-hall.
The knight caught a fever in toasting her merits,
Took physic and that made him die;
When the grief of the fair so consum'd all her spirits,
She went off with a drop in her eye.
And such fond constant love from oblivion to screen,
From the grave sprung a tomb-stone so tall,
Of Miss Deborah Diddle of Daisymead-green,
And Sir Gilbert Gosoftly of Gooseberry-hall.

JOHN DOE AND RICHARD ROE.

Do

(C. DIBDIN, JUN.)

you know Johnny Doe,

And the fam'd Richard Roe,

Two terrible brothers in law sir?

Because if you don't

I hope that you won't

Be hook'd by their terrible claw, sir?
O, it's a terrible, &c. A confounded terrible, &c.
And their talons ne'er fail

Each poor devil to nail,
Within reach of their terrible claw, sir.

More captures they've made

Than the whole fighting trade;

For actions their like you'll ne'er meet, sir,
In the army, folks say,

Mag's diversion they play ;

But they're much more at home in the fleet, sir, They 've much more, &c.

They've all their own way, &c.

For they've officers bluff,

And press warrants enough,

To issue and people the fleet, sir.

Sir Sid, without stopping,

Took French leave for hopping,

And now takes the French to their moan, sir;
But to these he's a cake,

For all nations they take,
With nobody's leave but their own sir ;

Nobody's, &c. Nobody's, &c.

For I fancy, d'ye see,

If they took you or me,

They'd have nobody's leave but their own, sir.

Why, what d'ye think?

When you're short of the chink;

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KITTY MAGGS AND JOLTER GILES.

Of want tho' they know you have plenty,
Because it is found

You can't pay ten pound,

Ecod, but they'll make you pay twenty.
Ecod. &c.

'Pon my honor, they'll, &c.
For, as justice can't see,

The lawyers agree,

For ten pounds, &c.

May these brothers in law,
With their terrible claw,

Keep all honest from poets to proctors;
And perhaps a good thing

For the nation and king,

It would be if they'd bone all the doctors!
O, Lord! &c.

What a thing if, &c

With a drop of good stuff,
We should live long enough,

If they'd only just bone all the doctors.

KITTY MAGGS AND JOLTER GILES. (C. DIRDIN, JUN.)

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'd 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!

Mourn'd his incon-stan-cy!

And high on the bough of an apple tree,
When they married Kate finish'd her misery.
Ding dong, bo!

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