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6 THE CORK LEG.

A Tale now tell without any flam. In Holland week Myuheer m Clam Who every moment said I am The richest merchant in Hotterdam R too pal, &c.

One day he him full as an egg When a poor relation came to beg; But he kick'd him out without broaching a keg And in kicking him out he broke his right leg, Ri toe ral, &c.

An artist in Rotterdam, would seem, Had made cork legs his study and them; Each joint was as strong as an iron beam The springs a compound of clockwork, and steam.

Ri top rap, &c

The leg was made and fitted right, Inspection th' artist did invite; The fine shape gave Myuheer great delights As he fixed it on, and screw'd it tight. Ri too pal, &c.

So up in the hair all your copper let go, And cry head or tails for this Billy Barlaw Oh dear, &c.

He walk'd through square, and past each shop, Of speed he went to this top; Each step he took with a bound and a hop, But he found hiſ leg he could not stop. Ri too pal, &c. Horror and fright were to his face, The neighbours thought he was running a' race, He clung to spot to say its pace, But the leg, remorseless, kept up the chase Ri too pal, &c.