PLEBEIAN BALLADS.
 Adapted (for the jrst time) to Aristocratic Circles.
 No. 6.-THE BALLAD OF SIR WILLIAM
 TAYLOR.

Si l WII.TJAM TAYLOR was a gay youngbarionet,
 Full of birth and full of bile,
His head le was in the habit of carrying' it,
 In an uncommonly lofty style.
Four-and-twenty stout young fellows,
 Clad in blue turned up with white,
Caught him coming out of Crockford's,
 One remarkably windy night.
Which it was a vulgar pressgang,
 Who were anxious men to get,
 And were so determined that they
 Seized a British baronet.
 Now Sil WIILLIAM was engaged to
 Marry LADY VERE DE VERE,
 Who was a strong-minded damsel,
 Only daughter of a peer.


When SIR WILLIAM stopped away from
 Pongo House an entire week,
Indignation flushed the lady's
 Most aris-tocratic cheek.

But next morn she got a letter,
 Which she clasped to her breast,
 And most true the words within it,
 They were only two-" I'm pressed."

 LADY VERE DE VERE her mind up
 Made upon the instant, she
 Said, JANE PERKINs, quick procure me
 All a sailor's toggeree.'

 PERKINS having got a brother
 Mate in the Bellero-phoa,
 Brought the necessary garments,-
 LADY VERE did put them on.

 Then she clapped a quid within her
 Mouth, and hitched her trousers, so;
 And went swinging and a singing,
 When the stormy winds do blow."


[OCTOBER 26, 1861.
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CAPTAIN CUTTLE saw and liked her,
 Look, a smartish lad," said he;
And next morn the vessel started
 For the shores of Afrikee.
Scarce a day had passed, however,
 Ere a Frenchy" hove in sight,
And the CAPTAIN said to LADY
 VERE DE VERE, You'll have to fight."
She expressed a strong desire
 That her timbers might be shivered,
When a shot the foe did fire,
 Cries the CAPTAIN, The white livered,
" Cowardly, atrocious villains!
 Gracious goodness! if there,aint
This fine able-bodied seaman
 Actually in a faint."
 (LADY VERE DE VERE could never
 Of a gun abide the sight),
 Says the captain, For a seaman,
 Lads, this neck is much too white.
 "Now I come to look, this arm is
 Plump and delicate,-Hulloa !
 I say, this behaviour, Ma'rm, is
 An uncommonly rum go !"
 "Pray forgive me; I have come to
 Find my love, SIR WILL-I-AM,"
 Here the CAPTAIN crushed his cocked hat,
 And exclaimed what rhymed with "jam."
 "MADAM, he's unfaithful to you,
 Do not start, I know him well;
 He's engaged to wed another,
 Is that heartless, heavy swell."
 "There upon the beach he's walking,
 To hard fate a wretched martyr,
 And that nice young party with him,
 Ma'rm, is his inamorata."
 LADY VERE detested fire-arms,
 As we've just remarked, but she
 Felt no fear of guns or pistols,
 Now she burnt with jealousee.
 "Give me, please, the largest cannon,
 And the very biggest shot,
 With the whole amount of powder,
 That you have about you got."
 And the cruel gun she pointed,
 With her own sweetlily hand,
 And she shot the false Sit WILLIAM,
 Through his waistcoat-on the strand.
 Then the CAPTAIN said, Fair lady,
 I'm a widower myself,
 My MARIA-sainted angel-
 Died and left me loads of pelf:
 "If you'll only kindly share it,
 Though I'm stout and rather gray,
 I at once will quit the navy,
 And retire upon half-pay."
 LADY YERE DE VERE said, CAPTAIN,
 I am yours-at any rate,
 I shall be a useful sailor;"-
 Yes," said he, "my second mate."
 Moral,-never go to Crockford's,"
 Or some night you may be missed;
 'Tis most easy to avoid it,
 As it doesn't now exist.



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