This youth he vas both good and pious, Dutiful beyond all doubt, And he always staid vithin doors ’Cause his master vouldn’t let him out. And much his master’s darter lov’d him, She slept in next room to him, ’tis said, And she bored a hole right through the wainscoat, To look at Georgy going to bed. A vicked voman of the town, sirs, Hon him cast a vishful eye; And she came to the shop, one morning, A flannel petticoat to buy. When she paid him down the money, She gave his hand a wery hard squeeze, Which so frightened Georgy Barnwell, That together, he knocked his knees. Then she left her card, vereon vas written Mary Millwood does entreat, That Mister Barnwell vould call and see her, At Cummins’s in Dyot Street. Now as soon as he’d shut the shop up, He vent to this naughty dicky bird, And ven he vent home the next morning, Blow me if he could speak a vord. Now soon this woman did persuade him, Vith her fascinating pipes, To go down into the country, And let loose his uncle’s tripes. There he found his uncle in the grove, Studying hard at his good books, And Georgy Barnwell vent and struck him, All among the crows and rooks. Ven Milwood found he’d got no money, Not so much as to buy a jewel, She vent that wery day and peached him, Now vas not that ’ere werry cruel? The Judge put his three cornered cap on, And said--vich Barnwell much surprized, You must hang until you dead are, Then you must be a-nat-o-mized. Now Georgy was hung upon a gibbet, Molly Milwood died in prison, At her fate no one lamented, But every body pitied his’n. The merchant’s darter died soon arter, Tears she shed, but spoke no vords, So all young men, I pray take varning, Don’t go vith naughty dicky birds. _JONATHAN BROWN._ ’TWAS down in a snug little country town, A barber once lived, named Jonathan Brown, A man very tidily settled in life, For he wanted for nothing excepting a wife. A staring large bill in his window, displayed The various branches he had in his trade, Such as “shaving and dressing,” and then underneath, Was “Cupping and bleeding,” and drawing of teeth.[26] But he wasn’t like one of your dentists in town, Who for drawing a grinder would charge you a crown, For, if you were only to give him the job, Oh! he’d draw you all over his shop for a bob. But he found the advantage of working so cheap, For customers flock’d to his shop in a heap; He cut hair for twopence and rubb’d ’em with greas And he tortured their chins at a penny a piece. Thus single he lived, yet thriving his trade, Yet still to get married, he constantly prayed, Till a damsel, one day, came to give his mind ease, And says she, Sir, I want my front dressed, if you please.