A coat of arms magnificent and gay. Some Jacobin has sent the fabrication, Just to befool our learned corporation." Sneering he spake, then turn'd about, Took up his chapeau, and walked out. Ghastly and wild his worship stagger'd, And look'd as if he had been dagger'd. Stung to the stomach with vexation, The aldermen all roar'd, "Damnation!" The meeting, silent as the breaking day, Soft as the mountain snow did melt away. At first his worship stamp'd and storm'd and swore He never had been made a fool before, And therefore could not overlook it! But, second thoughts are best--his worship then Swore that he'd ne'er be made a fool again,-- So put his vengeance in his pocket! FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 191: From a MS. _penes_ Charles Jackson, esq., of Doncaster.] [Footnote 192: The civic functionary on whom these verses are traditionally said to have been made was GEORGE PEARSON, who was elected mayor 22 Sept. 1785 and 26 Sept. 1793. He died in 1798, and was interred at Stainton, co. York, where is a monument to his memory, with the following inscription:-- "This monument is erected to the memory of Geo. Pearson, esq., of Doncaster, wine-merchant (but who had some years ago retired from business). He was upwards of thirty years a member of that corporation, and had twice served the office of mayor for the said borough. He was born in this town, and was the youngest son of late Rev. Nathᴸ. Pearson, who was forty-six years vicar of this parish. He died December 25th, 1798, aged 73."] [Footnote 193: In 1793 the corporation subscribed fifty guineas towards the purchase of flannels and other necessaries for the use of the British army serving on the Continent under the duke of York.] THE CRAFTY PLOUGH BOY. Please draw near and the truth you'll hear, Of a farmer who lived in Hertfordshire, A fine Yorkshire boy he had for his man, For to do his work--his name it was Dan. Fal de ral. One morning right early he called for his man, And when he came to him he thus began:-- Says he, "Take this cow this day to the fair, She is in good order and I can her well spare." Away went the boy with the cow in a band, And he came to the fair as you shall understand, And in a short time he met with three men, And there sold his cow for six pounds ten. He went to the ale-house in order to drink, Where the farmer he paid down the boy all his chink, The boy to the mistress this he did say, "Now what shall I do with my money, I pray?" "I'll sew it up in thy coat lining," said she, "For fear on the road thou robbed should be." And there sat a highwayman drinking of wine, Thought he to himself this money is mine. The boy took his leave and homeward did go, The highwayman soon followed after also, He soon overtook him upon the highway, "You are well overtaken, young man," he did say.