FANNY.

FINDING A MAY’R’S NEST.

Like a Lord or a Marquis he look’d when he came,
To make love in his master’s best suit.

If I lived for a thousand long years from my birth,
I shall never forget what he told;
How he lov’d me beyond the rich women of earth,
With their jewels and silver and gold!

When he kissed me and bade me adieu with a sigh,
By the light of the sweetest of moons,
Oh how little I dreamt I was bidding good-bye
To my Missis’s tea-pot and spoons!

No. III.

“I’d be a Parody.”—Bailey.