The Panjandrum picture book
COME LASSES AND LADS
Come Lasses and Lads, get leave of your Dads,
And away to the May-pole hey
For every he Has got him a she,
with a minstrel standing by.
For Willy has gotten his Jill,
And Johnny has got his J one, To licror it ]\crcr if nocr it liorr it
Jigg it up and down.
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"Strike up,' says says Kate, "And I prithee, Fiddler, play;" " Content," says Hodge, and so says Madge, For this is a Holiday Then every man did put his hat off to his lass,
And every girl did curchy, curchy, curchy on the grass.
"Begin," says Hall; "Ay, ay," says Mall, "We'll lead up Packington's pound:" " No, no," says Noll, and so says Doll, "We'll first have Sellengfer's round.
Then every man began to foot it round about, And every girl did jet it,
Jet it, jet it in and out.
' You're out," says Dick ; " Not I," says Nick. " The Fiddler played it false ;
" 'Tis true," says Hugh, and so says Sue,
And so says nimble Alice.
The Fiddler then began to play the tune again, And every girl did trip it,
Trip it, trip it to the men.
Then after an hour, they went to a bower, And played for ale and cakes, And kisses too — until they were due the lasses held the stakes.
The girls did then begin to quarrel with the men, And bid them take their kisses back,
and give them their own again,
And bid them take their kisses back and give them their own again.
Now there they did stay the whole of the day,
And tired the Fiddler quite, With singing and playing, without any paying,
From morning until night.
They told the Fiddler then, they'd pay him for his play,
And each a 2-pence, 2-pence, 2-pence, gave him and went away
Good-night," says Harry ; " Good-night," says Mary; " Good-night," says Dolly to John ;
"Good-night," says Sue, to her sweetheart Hugh, " Good night, says everyone.
Some walked and some did run, Some loitered on the way, /\nd bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday. And bound themselves, by kisses twelve. To meet the next Holiday. 22
RIDE A COCK-HORSE TO BANBURY CROSS
Ride a Cock- Horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine Lady Get on a white Horse,
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With rings on her fingers,
and bells on her toes, She shall have music wherever she o oes.
A Farmer went trotting UPON HIS GREY MARE.
A Farmkr went trotting- upon his grey Mare ;
Bumpety, bumpety, bump !
With his Daughter behind him, so rosy and fair ;
Lumpety, lumpety, lump U
A Raven cried M Croak ! " and they all tumbled down ;
Bumpety, bumpety, bump The Mare broke her knees and the Farmer his crown ;
Lumpety lumpety, lump
The mischievous Raven flew laughing away Rumpety, bumpety, bump !
And vowed he would serve them the same the next day Lumpety, lumpety, lump
AN ELEGY ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX
MRS. MARY BLAIZE BY
DR. OLIVER GOLDSMITH
Good people all,
with one accord.
Lament for
Madam Blaize,
Who never wanted
a good word —
From those
who spoke her praise.
The needy seldom pass'd her door?
And always found her kind ;
She freely lent to all the poor—
Who left
s
a pledge behind.
She strove the neighbourhood to please
With manners? wondrous winning ;
And never followed wicked ways
Unless when she was sinning.
At church, in silks and satins new,
With hoop of monstrous size,
She never slumber'd in her pew —
But when she shut her eyes,
Her love was sought, I do aver ? By twenty beaux and more 5
The King himself has follow'd her-
now, her wealth and finery fled 5
Her hangers-on cut short-all The Doctors found, when she was dead- Her last disorder mortal.
Let us lament, in sorrow sore, For Kent Street well may say, That had she lived a twelvemonth more. She had not died to-day.
THE GREAT PANJANDRUM HIMSELF
So she went into the garden to cut a
cabbage-leaf
rsy*
to make
an apple-pie
and at the same time a great she-bear,
coming down the street, pops its head
into the shop.
What ! no soap ?
So he died,
and she very imprudently married the
Barber :
and there were present
the Picmnnies,
and the Joblillies,
and the Garyulies,
and the great Panjandrum himself,' with
the little round button at top;
Oils
and they all fell to playing the game of catch-as-catch-can,
till the gunpowder ran out at the heels
of their boots.
