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 To the grand Panorama that every one talks of,

Away then I goes, and immediately walks off;

Where I was astonished as much as e’er man was

To see a sea-fight on an ocean of canvas;

But some were a-weeping, and some were a-wailling

Where London stood once to see ships now a-sailling

But what in my mind made it still seem the stranger

Tho' I stood in the midst I was still out of danger

With my whack, &c.

As I came back again then, quite sober and steady

I met three or four buckeens attacking a lady,

With my slip of shillelah I made them forbear,

For an Irishman always will fight for the fair;

But the police they call’d, who came great and small

Devil burn me, says I, but I'll leather you all;

And tho' still I was fighting, yet this I will say,

They were tight active fellows at running away.

With my whack, &c.

Then to see a fine play that I ne’er saw before,

To Crow-street I went with three or four more,

And up stairs I walked to see things the better,

The play-bill I bought, tho' I knew not a letter,

But the crowd was so great, and the players so fun

I laugh'd more, I'm sure, than the worth of my money

Altho' with their noise they set me nearly quite mad

When the boys above stairs call’d for Moll in the Wad

With my whack, &c.