They liv’d till next night ven they guv up the ghost, They vos both on ’em freezed as stiff as a post; A cock robin vos perched on a tree close by,-- He vept as he vitnessed those babbies die; Then he kivered ’em over, as nice as could be, Vith some cabbage leaves fresh, vot he picked off a tree, And he hopped, and he twittered, and the song that he sang, Vos “Their nunky he must be a vicked old man. Their nunky he vos, etc.” Not a vink of sleep, after, nunky he got, The whole of his body was seized vith the rot, The whole of his toes dropped off his feet, And teeth tumbled out of his mouth in the street. The ghosts of the babbies, next night it is said, They com’d and they tore all the hair off his head; And vhen he valked out, the boys arter him ran, Crying, cruel old nunky, you vicked old man. Cried after their nunky, etc. He dwindled away to a mere bag of bones, Till the neighbours von night vos alarmed at his groans, His house on that night vos burned down to the ground, Not a remnant of nunky vos there to be found. The ruins so strongly of brimstone did smell, And the neighbours all round this story do tell; That the devil that night avay vith him ran, ’Cos their nunky he vos such a vicked old man. Cos their nunky he vos, etc. _KATE’S YOUNG MAN._ SOME servant girls at Croydon fair, A dancing with young fellows were, But there was none among the clan, So spruce and smart, as Kate’s young man. They were seen home by Kate’s young man-- And asked to tea was Kate’s young man-- And cookey prepared a sop in the pan, Next day, to give to Kate’s young man. As Kate’s young man got talk’d about, And as the old Misses was going out, The three young missesses form’d a plan, To have a peep at Kate’s young man. They heard the ring of Kate’s young man, They sent down wine to Kate’s young man, Then several times in the kitchen they ran, To have a peep at Kate’s young man. With Kate’s young man, so full of glee, That night below, the street door key The housemaid got, and then began Through it to quiz at Kate’s young man. Upon my honour, a nice young man, You’re what we call Kate’s young man, Then, romping round for the key he ran, And, take it away did Kate’s young man. When Kate’s young man went off with the key, Miss Kate let out her jealousy, And at the housemaid she began, For romping about with her young man. Pray, is he your, or my young man? Why don’t you get your own young man? And then they were within a span Of scratching each other, for Kate’s young man.