The Panjandrum Picture Book

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Routledge, 1885 - Bears - 88 pages

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Page 13 - With manners wond'rous winning ; And never follow'd 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.
Page 11 - 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, 'Tis a lie, says Nick, The fiddler played it false; 'Tis true, says Hugh, And so says Sue, And so says nimble Alice.
Page 7 - 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 Hal, Aye, aye, says Mall, Well, lead up Packington's Pound. No, no, says Noll, and so says Doll, Well first have Sellenger's Round.
Page 5 - 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 a pledge behind.
Page 13 - A FARMER WENT TROTTING" A FARMER went trotting upon his gray mare; Bumpety, bumpety, bump! With his daughter behind him, so rosy and fair; Lumpety, lumpety, lump! A raven cried croak!
Page 22 - But now her wealth and finery fled, 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 today.
Page 1 - Come lasses and lads, get leave of your dads, And away to the Maypole hie, For ev'ry fair has a sweetheart there, And the fiddler's standing by. For Willy shall dance with Jane, And Johnny has got his Joan, To trip it, trip it, trip it, trip it, Trip it up and down. "You're out!" says Dick, "not I," says Nick, '"Twas the fiddler play'd it wrong.
Page 14 - Why three, says Matt, For that's a maiden's fee. But they, instead of three, Did give them half a score, And they in kindness gave 'em, gave 'em, Gave 'em as many more. Then after an hour, They went to a bower, And played for ale and cakes ; And kisses, too; — Until they were due, The lasses...
Page 18 - From morning unto night : They told the fiddler then, They'd pay him for his play; And each a two-pence, two-pence, Gave him, and went away. [Good night...

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