Soon then I mounted in swell-street high, And sported my flashiest toggery[57], _Fake away._ Firmly resolved I would make my hay, _Fake away,_ While Mercury's star shed a single ray; And ne'er was there seen such a dashing prig,[58] _Nix my doll pals, fake away._ And ne'er was there seen such a dashing prig, With my strummel faked in the newest twig.[59] _Fake away._ With my fawnied famms,[60] and my onions gay,[61] _Fake away;_ My thimble of ridge[62], and my driz kemesa[63]; All my togs were so niblike[64] and splash, _Nix my doll pals, fake away._ All my togs were so niblike and splash, Readily the queer screens I then could smash;[65] _Fake away._ But my nuttiest blowen,[66] one fine day, _Fake away,_ To the beaks[67] did her fancy man betray, And thus was I bowled out at last[68] _Nix my doll pals, fake away._ And thus was I bowled out at last, And into the jug for a lag was cast;[69] _Fake away._ But I slipped my darbies[70] one morn in May, _Fake away,_ And gave to the dubsman[71] a holiday. And here I am, pals, merry and free, A regular rollicking romany.[72] _Nix my doll pals, fake away._ Much laughter and applause rewarded Jerry's attempt to please; and though the meaning of his chant, even with the aid of the numerous notes appended to it, may not be quite obvious to our readers, we can assure them that it was perfectly intelligible to the Canting Crew. Jerry was now entitled to a call; and happening, at the moment, to meet the fine dark eyes of a sentimental gipsy, one of that better class of mendicants who wandered about the country with a guitar at his back, his election fell upon him. The youth, without prelude, struck up a GIPSY SERENADE Merry maid, merry maid, wilt thou wander with me? We will roam through the forest, the meadow, and lea; We will haunt the sunny bowers, and when day begins to flee, Our couch shall be the ferny brake, our canopy the tree. _Merry maid, merry maid, come and wander with me! No life like the gipsy's, so joyous and free!_ Merry maid, merry maid, though a roving life be ours, We will laugh away the laughing and quickly fleeting hours; Our hearts are free, as is the free and open sky above, And we know what tamer souls know not, how lovers ought to love. _Merry maid, merry maid, come and wander with me! No life like the gipsy's so joyous and free!_ Zoroaster now removed the pipe from his upright lips to intimate his intention of proposing a toast.