That they were kill'd upon the field, whence Wilson sneak'd away;

Though a begging he does go, does go, does go, though a begging he does go.


BUBBLES OF 1825.

Tune—"Run, Neighbours, run."

Run, neighbours, run, you're just in time to get a share,

In all the famous projects that amuse John Bull;

Run, take a peep on 'Change, for anxious crowds beset us there,

Each trying which can make himself the greatest gull.

No sooner are they puff'd, than an universal wish there is