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 Here's the vonderful cow that can't live on the land, and dies in the water; the vonderful sun eagle, the hotter the sun, the higher he flies. Billy, run and stuff a blanket in that hole, or the little boys vill peep for nothing. Here! here! valk! valk!—Suppose you think this man's alive; he's no more alive than you are. Now’s your time to see that vonderful vooden Roscius, Mr Punch, for the small charge of one penny;—(Mimicking Punch.)





Blythe, blythe and merry was she,

Blythe was she butt an' ben;

Weel she lo'ed a Hawick gill.

And leugh to see a tappit hen.

took me in, she set me down,

She hecht to keep me lawin-free;

But, wylie Carlin that she was!

She gart me birl my bawbee.

Blythe, blythe, &c.

I lo'ed the liquor weel eneugh.

But, waes my heart, my cash ran done,

Lang or I had quench'd my drouth,

And laith I was to pawn my shoon!

Blythe, blythe, &c.