“Lullaby, oh, lullaby!” What the devil makes him cry? “Lullaby, oh, lullaby!” Still he stares--I wonder why? Why are not the sons of earth Blind, like puppies, from the birth? “Lullaby, oh, lullaby!” Thus I heard the father cry; “Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Mary, you must come and try!-- Hush, oh, hush, for mercy’s sake-- The more I sing, the more you wake!” “Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Fie, you little creature, fie; Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Is no poppy-syrup nigh? Give him some, or give him all, I am nodding to his fall!” “Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Two such nights, and I shall die! Lullaby, oh, lullaby! He’ll be bruised, and so shall I,-- How can I from bedposts keep, When I’m walking in my sleep?” “Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Sleep his very looks deny-- Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Nature soon will stupify-- My nerves relax,--my eyes grow dim-- Who’s that fallen--me or him?” AN INCENDIARY SONG. Come, all conflagrating fellows, Let us have a glorious rig: Sing old Rose, and burn the bellows! Burn me, but I’ll burn my wig! Christmas time is all before us: Burn all puddings, north and south. Burn the Turkey--Burn the Devil! Burn snap-dragon! burn your mouth! Burn the coals! they’re up at sixty! Burn Burn’s Justice--burn Old Coke. Burn the chestnuts! Burn the shovel! Burn a fire, and burn the smoke! Burn burnt almonds. Burn burnt brandy. Let all burnings have a turn. Burn Chabert, the Salamander,-- Burn the man that wouldn’t burn! Burn the old year out, don’t ring it; Burn the one that must begin. Burn Lang Syne; and, whilst you’re burning, Burn the burn he paidled in. Burn the boxing! Burn the Beadle! Burn the baker! Burn his man! Burn the butcher--Burn the dustman, Burn the sweeper, if you can! Burn the Postman! burn the postage, Burn the knocker--burn the bell! Burn the folks that come for money! Burn the bills--and burn ’em well. Burn the Parish! Burn the rating! Burn all taxes in a mass. Burn the Paving! Burn the lightning! Burn the burners! Burn the gas! Burn all candles, white or yellow-- Burn for war, and not for peace; Burn the Czar of all the Tallow! Burn the King of all the Greece! Burn all canters--burn in Smithfield. Burn Tea-Total hum and bug. Burn his kettle, burn his water, Burn his muffin, burn his mug! Burn the breeks of meddling vicars, Picking holes in Anna’s Urns! Burn all Steers’s Opodeldoc, Just for being good for burns. Burn all Swindlers! Burn Asphaltum! Burn the money-lenders down-- Burn all schemes that burn one’s fingers! Burn the Cheapest House in town!