. The book of ballads . r. i •iTljt Ini} of tlir IiiurlDrii. CoMiiADES, you may pass the rosy. With permission of the chair,I shall leave you for a little, for I d like to take the air. Whethert was the sauce at dinner, or that g-lass of ginger these strong- cheroots, I know not, but I feel a little queer. Let me {jo. Now, Chuckster, blow me, pon my soul, this is too bad!When you want me, ask the waiter, he knows where I m to be bad. Whew ! Tliis is a trreat relief now ! Let me but undo my stock,Resting, here beneath the porch, my nerves will steady- Uke a rock. ^^^s^^ THE BOOK OF BALL
. The book of ballads . r. i •iTljt Ini} of tlir IiiurlDrii. CoMiiADES, you may pass the rosy. With permission of the chair,I shall leave you for a little, for I d like to take the air. Whethert was the sauce at dinner, or that g-lass of ginger these strong- cheroots, I know not, but I feel a little queer. Let me {jo. Now, Chuckster, blow me, pon my soul, this is too bad!When you want me, ask the waiter, he knows where I m to be bad. Whew ! Tliis is a trreat relief now ! Let me but undo my stock,Resting, here beneath the porch, my nerves will steady- Uke a rock. ^^^s^^ THE BOOK OF BALLADS. 93 In my ears I hear the singing of a lot of favourite tunes— Bless my heart, how very odd! Why, surely, theres a brace of A See, the stars, how bright they twinkle, winking with a fi-osty glare^Like my faithless cousin Amy, when she drove me to despair. Oh, my cousin, spider-hearted ! Oh, my Amy! No, confound it!I must wear the mournful willow,—all around my hat Ivebound it. Falser than the Bank of Fancy,—fra
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