NAIL! snail! come out of your hole, Or else I'll beat you as black as a coal. WING! swong! the days are morrow. To-morrow, to-morrow. AFFY was a Welshman, Taffy came to my house, I took the marrow bone, ELL tale, tit! Your tongue shall be slit, HE cat sat asleep by the fire, The mistress snored loud as a pig, Jack took up his fiddle by Jenny's desire, And struck up a bit of a jig. 66 Ods, bobs," said the dame, jumping up from her chair, 66 Such music, dear Johnny, as that Compels one to dance;" but John called out, "Beware, Or you'll tread on the tail of the cat." The fiddler's kind warning proved totally vain, The happy old lady danced round, She trod on poor pussy, who squall'd with the pain, 66 And tumbled the dame to the ground. Why, Goody," cried Gaffer, "you're rather too big, Like a baby, to lie sprawling there." But while he thus joked her, Poll twitched off his wig, And left his poor noddle quite bare. Poll flew with the prize quite delighted about, While Gaffer most loudly did roar; |