makes him smart,
Because he'd creep slowly, and not bear his part,
But remain an ambling, scambling,
Braying-sweet, turn-up feet,
Mane-cropt, tail-lopt,
High-bred, thistle-fed,
Merry old Bundle'em jig.

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MADAM FIG'S GALA.

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Johnny Fig was a green and white grocer,
In business as brisk as an eel, sir;
None than John to the shop could stick closer,
Which Madam Fig thought ungenteel, sir.

Sing turnips, and carrots, and greens,
Sing candles, red-herrings, and tea.
Of all the gay parties, I've seen,
'Tis Madam Fig's Gala for me.

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Her neighbours resolved to cut out,
And astonish the rustic parishioners,
She invited them all to a rout,
And _ax't_ all the village _musicioners_.

Sing turnips, and carrots, and greens,
Sing candles, red-herrings, and tea,
Of all the gay parties I've seen,
'Tis Madam Fig's Gala for me.

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The company met gay as larks, sir,
Dressed out like blown roses and pinks;
And each buxom lass and gay spark, sir,
Had plenty of spirits to drink.

Sing turnips, and carrots, and greens,
Sing candles, red-herrings, and tea.
Of all the gay parties I've seen,
'Tis Madam Fig's Gala for me.

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The Barber sung, 'Gallery of Wigs,' sir,
The _gemmen_ all said--'twas the dandy;
And the _ladies_ encored Johnny Fig,
Who volunteered 'Drops of Brandy.'

Sing turnips, and carrots, and greens,
Sing candles, red-herrings, and tea.
Of all the gay parties I've seen,
'Tis Madam Fig's Gala for me.

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A brine tub, half full of beef, salted,
Madam Fig had trick'd out for a seat, sir,
Whereon Snip, for to sing, was exalted,
But the cover crack'd under his feet, sir.
Snip was sous'd in the brine, but soon rising
Exclaimed, while they laughed at his grief,
"Is't a matter so monstrous surprising,
To see pickled cabbage with beef?"

Sing turnips, and carrots, and greens,
Sing candles, red-herrings, and tea.
Of all the gay parties I've seen,
'Tis Madam Fig's Gala for me.

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To strike the assembly with wonder,