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ore me! Lords, Earls, and Viscounts shall adore me. When in my gilded coach I ride, My Lady, at his Lordship's side, How will I laugh at all I meet Clattering in pattens down the street! And Lobbin then I'll mind no more, Howe'er I lov'd him heretofore; Or, if he talks of plighted truth, I will not hear the simple youth, But rise indignant from my seat, And spurn the lubber from my feet.' Action, alas! the speaker's grace, Ne'er came in more improper place, For in the tossing forth her shoe What fancied bliss the maid o'erthrew! While down at once, with hideous fall, Came lovers, wealth, and milk, and all. _R. Lloyd_ LXXVII _SIR SIDNEY SMITH_ Gentlefolks, in my time, I've made many a rhyme, But the song I now trouble you with Lays some claim to applause, and you'll grant it, because The subject's Sir Sidney Smith, it is; The subject's Sir Sidney Smith. We all know Sir Sidney, a man of such kidney, He'd fight every foe he could meet; Give him one ship or two, and without more ado, He'd engage if he met a whole fleet, he would; He'd engage if he met a whole fleet. Thus he took, every day, all that came in his way, Till fortune, that changeable elf, Order'd accidents so, that, while taking the foe, Sir Sidney got taken himself, he did; Sir Sidney got taken himself. His captors, right glad of the prize they now had, Rejected each offer we bid, And swore he should stay, lock'd up till doomsday, But he swore he'd be hang'd if he did, he did; But he swore he'd be hang'd if he did. So Sir Sid got away, and his gaoler next day Cried, 'Sacre, diable, morbleu! Mon prisonnier 'scape, I 'ave got in von scrape, And I fear I must run away, too, I must; I fear I must run away too.' _T. Dibdin_ LXXVIII _THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN_ Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser deep and wide Washes its walls on the southern side; A pleasanter spot you never spied; But, when begins my ditty, Almost five hundred years ago, To see the townsfolk suffer so From vermin, was a pity. Rats! They fought the dogs and killed the cats, And bit the babies in their cradles,
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