. Ballads. hey loaded she. There was guzzling Jack and gorging Jimmy,And the youngest he was little Billee. Now very soon, they were so did nt leave not one split pea. Says guzzling Jack to gorging Jimmy, I am extremely hungaree. Says gorging Jim to guzzling Jacky, We have no provisions, so we must eat we. 185 LITTLE IIILLEE. ; guzzling Jack to gorging Jimmy, O gorging Jim, what a fool you be ! There s little Bill is young and tt-ndL-r,We re old and tough, so lets eat he. 0 Bill, we re going to kill and eat you,So undo the collar of your chemie. • When Bill received this in
. Ballads. hey loaded she. There was guzzling Jack and gorging Jimmy,And the youngest he was little Billee. Now very soon, they were so did nt leave not one split pea. Says guzzling Jack to gorging Jimmy, I am extremely hungaree. Says gorging Jim to guzzling Jacky, We have no provisions, so we must eat we. 185 LITTLE IIILLEE. ; guzzling Jack to gorging Jimmy, O gorging Jim, what a fool you be ! There s little Bill is young and tt-ndL-r,We re old and tough, so lets eat he. 0 Bill, we re going to kill and eat you,So undo the collar of your chemie. • When Bill received this infuraationHe used his pocket-handkerchie. O let me say my catechism. As my poor mummy taught to me. Make haste, make haste, says guzzling Jacky,While Jim pulled out his snickersnee. So Bill went up the maintop-gallant mast,Where down he fell on his bended knee. He scarce had come to the Twelfth Commandment,When up he jumps, There s land, I see. There s Jerusalem and Madagascar,And North and South 188 LITTLE niLLKE. There s the British fleet a ridiiii^ at Admiral Nelson, K. C. B. So when they came to the admirals vessel,He hanged fat Jack and flogged Jimmee. But as for little Bill, he made himThe captain of a seventy-three. THE IDLER. 189 THE IDLER. WrTii the London hubbubOvertiretl and pestered,I sought out a subbubWhere I lay sequestered, —Where I lay for three Saturday till ISIonday,And (per face aut neface)Made the most of Sunday; Burning of a cJieerootWhen I W had a on a ift was sinful;As the bells at KingstonMade a pretty clangor,I (forgiving heathen)Heard them not in anger; — lOO TIIF. IDLER. Ilcavd and rather fanciedTheir I sat entrancedWith my my Makers praisesEasily I wanderedTo pull up his daisies,As I sat and iiondered. As I pnird his daisiesInto little I thought of lifeAnd how small its ease is;^luch I blamed the worldFor its worldly my
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