Says Deborah, Wherefore, since learning’s the rage,
Marrowbones, cherrystones,
Bundle’em jig,
Should not my dear Donkey teach children their page?
Pray set up a school, and be one of the sage,
In this wonderful, wonderful, wonderful age,
Like an ambling, scambling,
Braying-sweet, turn-up feet,
Mane-cropt, tail lopt,
High-bred, thistle-fed,
Merry old Bundle’em jig.
She sent for a barber, her Donkey to shave,
Marrowbones, cherrystones,
Bundle’em jig.
Cried Frizzle,—O, sir, what a strong beard you have!
This counsellor’s wig will make you look grave,
And then at the bar you may bellow and rave
Like an ambling, scambling,
Braying-sweet, turn-up feet,
Mane-cropt, tail-lopt,
High-bred, thistle-fed,
Merry old Bundle’em jig.
And now, since your talents are gen’ral, you know,
Marrowbones, cherrystones,
Bundle’em jig.
Set up an artist, take portraits also.
The Ass took the hint—daub’d a canvas or so,
But found that his genius was lazy and slow.
Like an ambling, scambling,
Braying-sweet, turn-up feet,
Mane-cropt, tail-lopt,
High-bred, thistle-fed,
Merry old Bundle’em jig.
My tale to conclude: he draws sand in a cart,
Marrowbones, cherrystones,
Bundle’em jig.
Having failed to get credit in science or art,
And angry old Deb, with her crutch makes him smart,
Because he’d creep slowly, and not bear his part,
But remain an ambling, scambling,
Braying-sweet, turn-up feet,
Mane-cropt, tail-lopt,
High-bred, thistle-fed,
Merry old Bundle’em jig.