Just a year after father was dead, One night about five i' th' morn, An odd accident happen'd to me, For 'twas then that myself was first born. All this I've been told by my mammy, And surely she'll not tell me wrong, But I don't remember nought of it, 'Caze it happen'd when I was quite young. Fal de ral, &c. On the very same day the next year, (For so ran the story of mother,) The same accident happen'd again, But not to me then, that were brother. So 'twas settled by old father Luke, Who dissolved all our family sins, As we both were born on the same day, That we sartainly must have been twins. Fal de ral, &c. 'Twas agreed I should not go to school, As learning I never should want; Nor would they e'en teach me to read, For my genius they said it would cramp. Now this genius of mine, where it lay, Do but listen awhile and you'll hear, 'Twas in drawing,--not landscapes or pictures, No, mine was for drawing of beer. Fal de ral, &c. Some with only one genius are blest, But I, it appears, had got two, For when I had drawn off some beer, I'd a genius for drinking it too, At last I was drawn up to town, Without in my pocket a farden, But since I've earn'd many a crown By the shop here in sweet Covvon Garden. Fal de ral, &c. WHEN AT HAME WI' DAD. When at hame wi' dad, We niver had nae fun sir, Which mead me sae mad, I swore away I'd run sir; I packed up cleas sae smart, Ribbed stocking, weastcoats pratty, Wi' money and leet heart, Tripped off te Lunnun city. Fal de ral de ra. When I did git there, I geaped about quite silly, At all the shows te stare, In a spot called Piccerdilly; Lord sic charming seets, Bods i' cages thrive sir, Coaches, fiddles, fights, And crocodiles alive sir. Fal de ral, &c. Then I did ge te see, The gentry in Hyde Park sir, When a lass pushed reedely by, Te whoam I did remark sir, "Tho' your feace be een sae fair, I've seen a beer mare civil." Then the little cleas they wear, God Lunnun is the devil. Fal de ral, &c. Te 't play-house then I gaus, Whar I seed merry feaces, And in the lower rows, Were sarvents keeping pleaces; T' players I saw seun, They managed things quite funny, By gock they'd Hunny-mean, Afore they'd Mattrimony. Fal de ral, &c. Now having seen all I cud, And passed away my time sir, If you think fit and good, I'le een give up my rhyme sir; And sud my ditty please, The popies in this garden, Te me t'wad be hearts-ease, If not I ax yer pardon. Fal de ral de ra. I'M YORKSHIRE TOO.