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12 Then I learned to be musical, And got of songs so pat, I could grunt bass like any pig, Mew treble like a cat. Such a beauty, &c.

Then I went to a dancing school, For to be finished there, And they said that I danced a reel As graceful as a bear. Such a beauty, &c.

With a mountebank a candidate, I beat them all quite hollow, And I won this pretty gold-laced hat, ng By grinning through a collar. Such a beauty, &c.

My name is Tommy Herring, As every body knows, And they stick me in the barley-fields To fright away the crows. Such a beauty, &c.

THE WEST COUNTRYMAN.

There was an old chap who lived down in the west, Inside of a church he never had been; Eeod!' cried he, "to go I had best,' Just vor to see what's there to be seen.

One sunday morning he put on his clothes, His very best waistcoat, his coat, and his hat; Then early he to the church door goes, ' I'll have the best seat,' said he, that's vlat,