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4 THE FOX AND THE CROW.

It chanced, one day that a crow so black, Down in a meadow so green. Had stolen a crud from podler's pack, And carried it off unazen; Up in an apple-tree flew the crow, And, ere he the taste of her prize could know A Fox camely and stood below All in a meadow so green.

Save Reynard, Jove's eagle sure I see, Up in A true so high; Says the crow to hersel He surely means me, And a very fine hand am I,' 'What eyes,' says Reynand, and what an aleǃ That plumage so divinely faitǃ Never was beauty open so rare, Up in a tree so highǃ

The crow, enchanted, clapp'd her wings, Alackǃ and a well-a-dayǃ Says Reynard, I'm sure that angel sing, Could I but hear the lay." The crew look what he said, For flattery off turns the head; She opened her mouth, and she dropp'd her bread,- Reynard caught it, and galloped away.

TIPITIWICHET.

This morning very handy, my malady was such, I in my ten took brandy, but took it cup too much, (Hiecups) tol de rol.

But stop. I mustn't mag hard, my head ache,-if you please One pluck of Irish blackguard I'll take to give me ease. (Sneezes) tol de rol.

Now I'm quite drowny growing, for this very morn I rose when cock was growing.-excuse if I yawn. (Yawns) tol de rol,

I'm not in cue for frolic, can't up my spirits keep, For love's a windy Charlie-'tis that which make me weep. (Crier) tol de rol.

I'm not in mood for crying, care's a silly calf,- If to get fat you're trying, the only way to laugh. (Laughs) tol de rol.