That horrid little vulgar Boy whom I brought here to-night,
He’s stolen my things and run away!!” Says she, “And sarve you right!!”
Next morning I was up betimes—I sent the Crier round,
All with his bell and gold-laced hat, to say I’d give a pound
To find that little vulgar boy, who’d gone and used me so;
But when the crier cried, “O yes!” the people cried, “O, No!”
I went to “Jarvis’ Landing-place,” the glory of the town,
There was a common sailor-man a-walking up and down,
I told my tale—he seem’d to think I’d not been treated well,