C18

Gee wo, Dobbin !

EE wo, Dobbin! the harvest’s ready to carry ;
J Heigho, Dobbin! and I am ready to marry.
“For Robin,’ says he, ‘if you, Molly, loves me,
Where's the reason for us to tarry ?’

Popsy Trotsy.
ITTLE Popsy Trotsy, did it fret and cry
Cause its Topsy Wopsy put soap into his eye ?
From the slopsy dropsy let her mop him dry,
And sunshine after showers shall beam from Popsy’s eye.

Samuel Morgan.

AMUEL MORGAN played the organ—
Four doleful tunes in one key;
But he could chaff, and make folks laugh,
With tricks played by the monkey.

 

THE END.