Old Molly Bayton had a cat, So handsome and adorning, She would be moll-rowing all the night, And mewing in the morning. Last Friday night she killed a bird, To death old Moll did beat it, She put it in the pot to fry, And her son Bill did eat it. From a foreign land has come a man-- He really is a wonder-- He can raise mutton, veal, and lamb, And veal by steam and thunder. He the world to please, cures cattle disease, His skin is a blueish yellow, He carries a wand to banish the bugs, Is he not a curious fellow? Friends, never fret, there will be yet, Good things, plenty and stunning, Good beef to sell, we’ll all live well, For there’s right good times a coming. Lots of bulls with horns are being born, Large buffaloes are standing, New milk and cream will be made by steam, And in Ireland pigs are lambing. Though butchers’ meat to the poor’s a treat, Just look at Ned and Nelly, How they strut along, so says my song, With a flashy back and hungry belly. Have patience, folks, though ’tis no joke, Smell at the cook shop windows, If you want relief, and have got no beef, Have a jolly blow out of cinders. H. Disley, Printer, 57, High Street, St. Giles, London. FIFTEEN SHILLINGS A WEEK. _Air:--“King of the Cannibal Islands”_ A man and his wife in ---- street, With seven children young and sweet, Had a jolly row last night complete, About fifteen shillings a week, sir. He gave his wife a clumsy clout, Saying, how is all my money laid out, Tell me quickly he did shout, And then she soon did set about Reckoning up without delay, What she had laid out from day to day, You shall know what’s done, the wife did say, With fifteen shillings a week, sir. Seven children to keep and find in clothes, And to his wife he did propose, To reckon how the money goes, His fifteen shillings a week, sir. Threepence-halfpenny a week for milk is spent, One-and-ninepence a week for rent, For the children a penny for peppermint, Out of fifteen shillings a week, sir; For tobacco eightpence every week, A half-a-crown for butcher’s meat, And to make your tea complete, A three-farthing bloater for a treat, A penny a week for cotton and thread, Last Sunday, tenpence a small sheep’s head, Ninepence-halfpenny a day for bread, Out of fifteen shillings a week, sir.