CHERRY PIE. Cherry Pie! Cherry Pie! Pie! I cry, Kentish cherries you may buy. If so be you ask me where To put the fruit, I’ll answer “There!” In the dish your fruit must lie, When you make your Cherry Pie. Cherry Pie! Cherry Pie! &c. Cherry Pie! Cherry Pie! Pie! I cry Full and fair ones mind you buy Whereabouts the crust should go, Any fool, of course will know; In the midst a cup may lie When you make your Cherry Pie. Cherry Pie! Cherry Pie! &c. _Punch._ ―――― MUTTON CHOPS. Mutton chops, mutton chops, chops I cry, Fat or lean ones, both I’ll buy; But if so be you’d have my coin You must cut them off the loin! When the cook for nothing stops, That’s the time for mutton chops! Mutton chops, mutton chops, chops I cry, I as hungry am as dry; Let me have them nice and hot. With a murphy and shalot! Heaven bless the butchers’ shops,―― All the year they’ve mutton chops! ―――― CHERRY BOUNCE. Cherry bounce, cherry bounce, bounce, I cry, Fill a full glass on the sly; If so be you ask me where, To the wine-vaults we’ll repair, When we heavy wet renounce, That’s the time for cherry bounce! Cherry bounce, cherry bounce, bounce I cry, When my flame is standing nigh; When with love I’m quite beguiled, And I wish to draw it mild, Then, each vulgar fear to trounce, Then I call for cherry bounce! ―――― GUINEA-PIGS. Guinea-pigs, Guinea-pigs, pigs, I cry,―― As Directors qualify! At your feet your shares we lay,―― Not a penny there’s to pay! ’Tis high-sounding names we want, As decoy-ducks for our plant: Names to draw the public in, Place our shares, and sack their tin. Guinea-pigs, Guinea-pigs, pigs, I cry,―― From the West-End, come and try! Guinea-pigs, Guinea-pigs, pigs, I cry,―― Of the City why fight shy? With shares for the taking, if you please, And, besides, Directors’ fees: Office work――an hour a day, Lots to get, and nought to pay… Flats agog to risk their tin. Giv’n good names to draw them in. So Guinea-pigs, Guinea-pigs, pigs, I cry,―― As Directors Qualify! _Punch._ March 6, 1875. Herrick had no occasion to steal, yet there is little doubt but that his _Cherry Ripe_ was adapted from Allison’s earlier, and prettier poem, _There is a Garden in her Face_; whilst the following lines (which occur in his poem upon Mistress Susanna Southwell,) Her pretty feet Like snails did creep A little out, and then, As if they playéd at bo-peep, Did soon draw in again.