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2 The Humours of Bartholomew Fair.

COME bustle, neighbour Prig, buckle on your Sun day wig;

In our Sunday clothes so gaily, left us up the (Old Bailie!

O the devil take the rain! we may never go again-

See the shows have begun! O rare o!

Remember, Mr. Snip, to take Mrs. Snip.

Here’s the little boy from Flanders, and there's Mr. Sanders __

Stand aside and we’ll have a stare-o.

Hi down, ho down, derry derry down!

O the humours of Bartlemy fair o!

[Spoken.] Here, valk up, ladies and gentle-

men, and see the vonderful birds & from

Bengal in the Vest Indies!—Here, madam only

please to look, at this beautiful hanimal! no two

spots on his body alike; out of the power of any

limner to describe him: measures fifteen feet from

the snout to the tali, and fifteen feet from the tail

to the snout; grows an inch and a half every year

and never comes to his proper growth._ What's

your name, my pretty fellow? what do the ladies

call you?—Pretty cockatoo! Pretty cockatoo!’—

— What do they call you that for?— pryp! pryp!

—O ay! for kissing ’em ! _: ere’s the most stu

pendous male elephant that ever travelled his

Majesty’s dominions! -Here’s the noble male

lion, the king of the he is only six months old

but if he lives another six months he'll just be as

old again—, him up there with a long pole

_Rouse yourself, you dog you, and shew your

tusks to the ladies! ---Hi down, &c,