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Rh And he took out his little knife, loot a' his duddies fa', And he was the brawest gentleman that was amang them a'. And we'll gang nae mair a-rovin', &c.

The beggar was a clever loon, and he lap shouther-hicht, And aye for siceansiccen [sic] quarters as I gat yesternight. And we'll gang nae mair a-rovin, &c. He took a horn frae his side and blew baith loud and shrill, And four and twenty belted knichts came skippin' ower the hill. And we'll gang nae mair a-rovin', &c.

All you who're fond, in spite of price, Nf pastries, ereams, and jellies nice, Be cautious how you take an ice, Whene'er you're over warm. A merchant who from India came, And shiver-and-Shakey was his name, A pastrycook did once entice, To take a cooling, luscious ice. The weather hot enough to kill, Kept tempting him to eat until It gave his corpus such a chill, He never again felt warm. Shiver-and-Shakey, O, O, O, Criminy crickey, isn't it cold? Woo, woo, woo, woo, oo, oo, oo, Behold the man that couldn't get warm.

Close to a blazing fire he got, And took to drinking brandy hot, And sent for doctors, such a lot, The man that couldn't get warm. We recommended chamois leather, Flannel, shoes of India-rubber, Mustard, chillis, and cayenne, But nothing seem'd to warm the man; And when the doctors took their fees, It chill'd their blood full twelve degrees,