"Though you've such a tiny body, "And your head so large doth grow,-- "Though your hat may blow away, "Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo! "Though you're such a Boddy Doddy-- "Yet I wish that I could modi- "fy the words I needs must say! "Will you please to go away? "That is all I have to say-- "Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, "Mr. Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!" VIII. Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle, Where the early pumpkins grow, To the calm and silent sea Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. There beyond the Bay of Gurtle, Lay a large and lively Turtle;-- "You're the Cove," he said, "for me; "On your back beyond the sea, "Turtle, you shall carry me!" Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. IX. Through the silent-roaring ocean Did the Turtle swiftly go; Holding fast upon his shell Rode the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, With a sad primaeval motion Towards the sunset isles of Boshen Still the Turtle bore him well, Holding fast upon his shell. "Lady Jingly Jones, farewell!" Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. X. From the Coast of Coromandel Did that Lady never go; On that heap of stones she mourns For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. On that Coast of Coromandel, In his jug without a handle, Still she weeps, and daily moans; On that little heap of stones To her Dorking Hens she moans For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo, For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo. INCIDENTS IN THE LIFE OF MY UNCLE ARLY. I. O My Aged Uncle Arly! Sitting on a heap of Barley Thro' the silent hours of night,-- Close beside a leafy thicket:-- On his nose there was a Cricket,-- In his hat a Railway-Ticket (But his shoes were far too tight). II. Long ago, in youth, he squander'd All his goods away, and wander'd To the Tiniskoop-hills afar. There on golden sunsets blazing, Every evening found him gazing,-- Singing,--"Orb! you're quite amazing! "How I wonder what you are!" III. Like the ancient Medes and Persians, Always by his own exertions He subsisted on those hills;-- Whiles,--by teaching children spelling,-- Or at times by merely yelling,-- Or at intervals by selling "Propter's Nicodemus Pills." IV. Later, in his morning rambles He perceived the moving brambles-- Something square and white disclose;-- 'Twas a First-class Railway-Ticket; But, on stooping down to pick it Off the ground,--a pea-green Cricket Settled on my uncle's Nose. V. Never--never more,--oh! never, Did that Cricket leave him ever,-- Dawn or evening, day or night;-- Clinging as a constant treasure,-- Chirping with a cheerious measure,-- Wholly to my uncle's pleasure (Though his shoes were far too tight). VI.