GILES SCROGGINS' GHOST. Now break thy meend. zay 'dun, an dun ;" GILES SCROGGINS' GHOST. (c. DIBDIN, JUN.) GILES Scroggins courted Molly Brown, He bought a ring, with poesy true, But scissars cut as well as knives, And quite uncertain's all our lives, The day they were to have been wed, 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, And it cri'd. I beez Giles Scroggins' ghost!' 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,-~ 6 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,' 81 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 'Lord! why Ize did not veel it 'twas nort in it; 'You knows ye wern't about it half a minute: 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, Were Miss Deborah Diddle of Daisymead-green, Was Miss Deborah Diddle of Daisymead-green, For now he was poor, and had sixty got over, But titled was he, and she rich as a queen; 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? Each poor devil to nail, More captures they've made Than the whole fighting trade; For actions their like you'll ne'er meet, sir, 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; For all nations they take, 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; 84 KITTY MAGGS AND JOLTER GILES. Of want tho' they know you have plenty, You can't pay ten pound, Ecod, but they'll make you pay twenty. 'Pon my honor, they'll, &c. The lawyers agree, For ten pounds, &c. May these brothers in law, Keep all honest from poets to proctors; For the nation and king, It would be if they'd bone all the doctors! What a thing if, &c With a drop of good stuff, 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 her true lovier was Jolter Giles, A ploughman so bold was he; Giles had wages five pounds due at Candlemas-tide, Betty Blossom she wore a high-caul'd cap, Mourn'd his incon-stan-cy! And high on the bough of an apple tree, |