. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. ied Sally Brown, What a hard-ship that must be I Oh ! would I were a mermaid now,For then Id follow him ; But oh !—Im not a so I cannot swim. **Alas ! I was not born beneathThe Virgin and the Scales, So I must curse my criiel stars,And walk about in Wales.** Now Ben had saild to many a placeThats underneath the world ; But in two years the ship came hoRie^And all her sails were furld. But when he calld on Sally Brown,To see how she went on. He found shed got another Ben,Whose Christian name was John, O Sally Brown, O Sally B
. The choice works of Thomas Hood, in prose and verse. ied Sally Brown, What a hard-ship that must be I Oh ! would I were a mermaid now,For then Id follow him ; But oh !—Im not a so I cannot swim. **Alas ! I was not born beneathThe Virgin and the Scales, So I must curse my criiel stars,And walk about in Wales.** Now Ben had saild to many a placeThats underneath the world ; But in two years the ship came hoRie^And all her sails were furld. But when he calld on Sally Brown,To see how she went on. He found shed got another Ben,Whose Christian name was John, O Sally Brown, O Sally Brown IHow could you serve me so ? Ive met with many a breeze before,But never such a blow ! Then reading on his bacco-boi^ He heaved a bitter then began to eye his pipe, And then to pipe his eye. And then he tried to sing Alls Well,But could not though he tried ; His head was turnd, and so he chewdHis pigtail till he died. His death, which happend in his birth. At forty-odd befell:They went and told the sexton, andThe sexton toUd the O my bonnie, bonnie Bet! BACKING THE FAVOURITE. Oh a pistol, or a knife !For Im weary of my life,— My cup has nothin^^ sweet left to flavour it;My estate is out at nurse,And my heart is like my purse,— And all through backing of the Favourite ! At dear ONeils first start,I sported ;ill my heart,— Oh, Becher, he never marrd a braver hit IFor he crossd her in her made her lose her pLice, And there was an end of that Favourite I Anon, to mend my chance,For the Goddess of the D mce* I pined, and told my it!—But she wedded m a canter,And made me a Levanter, In foreign lands to si-h for the Favourite ! * The late favourite of the Kings Theatre, who left the pas j^/of life foia perpetual Ball. Is not that her ^y now commonly borne about by theItalian miage vendors-an ethereal form holding a wreath with both handsabove her head-and her husband, in emblem, beneath her foot ? ri6 A COMPLAINT AGAINS7 GREATNESS
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