The following are, as well as I can remember, the words of an old song, to the tune of “Cherry Ripe,” that were sung in some play:—
“Cats’-meat, Cats’-meat—meat, I cry,
On a skewer—come and buy;
From Hyde Park Corner to Wapping Wall,
All the year I Cats’-meat bawl;
Cats’-meat, Cats’-meat—meat, I cry,
On a skewer—come and buy.”
CHAPTER XII.