There is one hundred and forty-ten thousand nine hundred and sixty-twelve pounds reward for whoever will give the least information of the author of this battle. The money to be paid down to the informant by Mr Jack Neverfind, who lives at the top of Toleration street, three doors below the bottom, near the corner of Humbug lane, in the days of Tantonybobus, when Adam will be a young man, three hundred and sixty-five miles beyond the remembrance of the Antediluvians, in the reign of our Lord and Sovereign, Queen Richard, by the grace of Candlesticks, Queen of Potwollopers, such as velveteen plum puddings, calico dumplings, and leather apple pies. The Full & True Particulars OF THE GREATEST OLD [Illustration: Goat] IN THIS NEIGHBOURHOOD. FANNY. The fields were gay, And sweet the hay, Our gang of gypsies seated Upon the grass, Both lad and lass, By you we all were treated. Young chicken, geese, With ducks and pease, And beans and bacon dainty; With punch and beer, The best of cheer, You gave us them in plenty. ’Twas all to cheat poor silly Fan, And pilfer that same jewel; You’re sworn to be my perjur’d man, Tho’ now so false and cruel. You stole some cloaths, And caps and hose, From sister Pat last Easter, To make me fine, You gave me nine- Pence and a silver teaster. An apron too, Tho’ not quite new, And good as from the needle; And once, I own, You gave a crown, To save me from the beadle. ’Twas all to cheat poor silly Fan, And rifle that same jewel; You’re sworn to me, you perjur’d man, Tho’ now so false and cruel. Whene’er we’d meet, With kisses sweet, And speeches soft you won me; The hawthorn bush Shou’d make you blush, ’Twas there you first undone me. What signifies Your shams and lies, Your jokes no more shall jeer me; A licence bring With golden ring, Or never more come near me. For you have cheated silly Fan, And pilfer’d that same jewel; You’re sworn to me, you perjur’d man, Tho’ now so false and cruel.