All females over seventeen, that out of doors are flocking, Will sadly rue if there should be, a hole seen in their stocking, Either in the leg or heel, the law to nothing flinches, Each bustle must be stuffed with straw full nine feet eleven inches. And very soon, in May or June, we will be amaz’d with wonder, For it will either rain or freeze, with heavy claps of thunder, The free hall is going to fall, believe me it’s no fable, And legs of mutton from the clouds will fall upon the table. No little boys must smoke cigars, nor yet be seen a courting, Male and female under twenty-two, must not be seen a flirting, Any factory lass that has a child until she is married really, Must serve twelve months in -------- or else in the New Bailey. If any landlord call for rent upon a Monday morning, His tenants shall be authorised without a moment’s warning To strip him naked to the skin in any sort of weather, Daub him with tar from head to foot, and cover him with feathers. And Scotchmen, too, mark what I say, you may roll in soot and cinders, And after that take him up stairs, and throw him through the windows, They will take the duty off the gin, and clap it on the mussels, And lay an extra shilling on the gutta-percha bustles. The old women they will dance with glee, and if I’m not mistaken, They will take the duty off the tea, the sugar, and the bacon; Morning and night they’ll have fat cakes, the frying pans will flourish, With mutton chops and good beef steaks, their stomachs for to nourish. [Illustration] GRACE DARLING. I pray give attention to what I shall mention, There was a young damsel liv’d by the sea side, Her name was Grace Darling, a good hearted heroine, And she with her father alone did reside, She was brave and undaunted, possess’d of great courage, Her heart often beat in her breast we are told, While the seas were commotion, she ventured the ocean, Grace Horsely Darling, a female so bold. On the 6th of September, the Forfarshire steamer, Sailed from Hull to the port of Dundee, With her crew on board and forty-one passengers, All hearts light and merry we put out to sea; With her full crew and passengers sixty in number, The vessel proceeded so gallant we’re told, They thought not of storms, nor even of danger, Though rescu’d from death by Grace Darling so bold. In the dead of the night on the 6th of September, The crew and passengers felt dreadful shocks, Against Longstone Island with force so tremendous, The Forfarshire steamer she went on the rocks, Asunder she rent while the crew fell a weeping. And some from the deck to deep they were roll’d, But the shrieks and the cries met the ears of that female, Grace Darling--that gallant young woman so bold.