[Illustration] THE BIRTH OF THE PRINCE OF WALES. Tune--King and the Countryman. You’ve heard of Sailor Jack, no doubt, Who found our Queen Victoria out, Who ev’ry time ashore he went, On visiting the Queen was bent. Ri tooral, &c. Now Jack, who’d travell’d far away, Returned to port the other day-- He left his messmates all behind, For he heard the Queen had been confin’d. Ri tooral, &c. ‘Shiver my timbers! here’s a breeze She’s got a young ’un now to please-- So straight to London I must go, To see who’s got the craft in tow.’ Ri tooral, &c. Now Jack he to the Palace came-- He’d got no card, so he sent his name. ‘Go back!’ says they, ‘she wont see you!’ Says Jack--‘No, damme, if I do!’ Ri tooral, &c. ‘Stand back, you lubbers! Not see me, The old friend of Her Majesty?’ He floored them all--’mid shout and din-- And got where the Queen _was lying in_. Ri tooral, &c. Each in amazement viewed the scene-- Says he ‘I’m comed to see the Queen!’ The Queen she threw the curtains back-- Says she--‘What’s that my old friend Jack?’ Ri tooral, &c. Jack turned his quid, and scratched his tail, When he saw the Queen looked rather pale-- Says she, ‘Jack, don’t you be dejected-- They say I’m as well as can be expected!’ Ri tooral, &c. Says Jack, when he beheld the boy, ‘Your Majesty, I wish you joy! Some day he’ll rule us in your stead, For damme, I likes his figure head!’ Ri tooral, &c. The folks at Court enjoyed the scene, To see the sailor with the Queen, For he took the Prince upon his lap, And gave him lots of royal pap. Ri tooral, &c. Says Jack, ‘So long I’ve been to sea, That ev’ry fish is known to me-- I’ve seen their heads, I’ve seen their tails, And now I’ve seen a Prince of _Wales_.’ Ri tooral, &c. It was really quite a treat to see Jack dance the Prince upon his knee-- But, finding what he was about, He _held his Royal Highness out_! Ri tooral, &c. The nurse his Royal Highness took, And gave to Jack a knowing look-- And with the rest, to crown the scene, Jack took his caudle with the Queen! Ri tooral, &c. Then Jack he to his shipmates went, On fun and frolic still intent-- Our standing toast shall be, he cries, ‘God bless his little Royal eyes!’ Ri tooral, &c. John Marks, Printer, 206, Brick Lane, Whitechapel.--Country Dealers and the Trade supplied. [Illustration]