He married a wife and then made strife, Such terrible tales he told her, It was such sport in the Dublin court, To see Sullivan drill the soldier. THE NAUGHTY LORD & THE GAY YOUNG LADY, DAMAGES, £10,000. [Illustration] There is a pretty piece of work, It is up in high life, Upon my word an amorous lord, Seduced another man’s wife; She was a lady of title, She was charming, young, and fair, With her daddy and her mammy once She lived in Belgrave Square. The trial now is over, And his lordship, with a frown, For kissing Lady Nelly Has to pay ten thousand pounds. Lord G---- was a naughty lord, Oh! how could he engage, To seduce young Lady Ellen,-- He is sixty years of age. The verdict of the jury Made his lordship quake and jump, Ten thousand pounds he has to pay, For playing tiddly bump. Lady Nelly left her husband, And would with his lordship be, She would trim his lordship’s whiskers As she sat upon his knee. Some said oh, lack-a-daisy, She was in a comical way! His lordship was bald-pated, And his hair and whiskers grey. My lord was very fond of lamb,-- The cook said so at least,-- And neighbours you must understand He liked the belly piece. His lordship loved the lady, And the lady she loved he, His lordship played by music, The tune called fiddle-de-dee. His lordship when he heard the news, Caused his eyes to flash like fire then He looked around, ten thousand pounds His lordship holloaed, “wire-em.” He sold his hat, he pawned his coat, To pay the browns, we find, And then he run round Hyde Park sqre, With his shirt hanging out behind. Sweet Ellen was a daughter Of my Lord and Lady C---- And once lived in a mansion, Yes she did in Belgrave Square, Sweet Ellen had an husbund, An honest upright man, And his lordship went a trespassing Upon her husband’s land. My lord was fond of sporting, And hunting of the hare, He has to pay ten thousand pounds, The damage to repair; His lordship played the fiddle, Down in Scotia’s land, ’tis said, And his lordship must have fiddled well Both in and out of bed. Now all young lords take warning, “When a hunting you do go, In the evening or the morning Pray beware of “Tally-ho!” If you are caught a trespassing On other people’s ground, Perhaps you’ll be like old Lord G---- Made to pay ten thousand pounds. The lady’s injured husband, Has nobly gained the day, And beat old Mr December, Who seduced young Lady May. H. Disley, Printer, 57, High Street, St. Giles, London. STRIKE OF THE JOURNEYMEN TAILORS.