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The maid who made the pastry should be last to show surprise,
For she had caught the blackbirds and popped them into pies.

‘You'll never sneeze again, miss, the bird above her crows,

‘And when you'll make mag-pies again you little knows.’

fley, diddle diddle.

EY, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon ;
The little dog laughed to see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
Now what means this riddle, a cat with a fiddle,
A cow leaping high as the moon,
A dog’s fancy tickled at seeing such pranks,
And a dish making off with a spoon?
Now, Miss Catherine Sly-puss is the cat in the riddle,
Who oft strikes the guitar, which Young Tom calls her fiddle ;
That young comical dog who will quiz every tune,
And declares, like a dish, she’s attached to a spoon.
But the wedding’s next week, when the bride and her spouse
Must get over their honeymoon somehow at Cowes.

~Crwrs >

Charity Fones.

HARITY JONES, whom nobody owns,
Broke his bones jumping over tombstones :
He knew it was wrong, but, singing a song,
Went bounding along the new graves among ;
When he suddenly trips, falls in one of the pits,
Dashed himself all to bits, yet a thrashing he gets,
And the parish remarks
What discretion omits.