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! etc. DEVILED BISCUIT. AIR--"A Temple of Friendship." "A nice Devil'd Biscuit," said JENKINS enchanted, "I'll have after dinner--the thought is divine!" The biscuit was bought, and he now only wanted-- To fully enjoy it--a glass of good wine. He flew to the pepper, and sat down before it, And at peppering the well-butter'd biscuit he went; Then, some cheese in a paste mix'd with mustard spread o'er it And down to be grill'd to the kitchen 'twas sent. "Oh! how," said the Cook, "can I this think of grilling, When common the pepper? the whole will be flat. But here's the Cayenne; if my master is willing, I'll make, if he pleases, a devil with that." So the Footman ran up with the Cook's observation To JENKINS, who gave him a terrible look: "Oh, go to the devil!" forgetting his station, Was the answer that JENKINS sent down to the Cook. RED HERRINGS. AIR--"Meet Me By Moonlight." Meet me at breakfast alone, And then I will give you a dish Which really deserves to be known, Though it's not the genteelest of fish. You must promise to come, for I said A splendid Red Herring I'd buy-- Nay, turn not away your proud head; You'll like it, I know, when you try. If moisture the Herring betray, Drain, till from moisture 'tis free; Warm it through in the usual way, Then serve it for you and for me. A piece of cold butter prepare, To rub it when ready it lies; Egg-sauce and potatoes don't spare, And the flavor will cause you surprise IRISH STEW. AIR--"Happy Land." Irish stew, Irish stew! Whatever else my dinner be, Once again, once again, I'd have a dish of thee. Mutton chops, and onion slice, Let the water cover, With potatoes, fresh and nice; Boil, but not quite over, Irish stew, Irish stew! Ne'er from thee, my taste will stray. I could eat Such a treat Nearly every day. La, la, la, la! BARLEY BROTH. Air--"The King, God bless him!" A basin of Barley Broth make, make for me; Give those who prefer it, the plain: No matter the broth, so of barley it be, If we ne'er taste a basin again. For, oh I when three pounds of good mutton you buy, And of most of its fat dispossess it, In a stewpan uncover'd, at first, let it lie; Then in water proceed to dress it. Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! In a stewpan uncover'd, at first, let it lie; Then in water proceed to dress it.