PUNCH KILLS JUDY.
Of his beating quite tired,
Punch's patience expired;
He snatched the stick out of her hands,
And gave Judy a blow
Which, alas, laid her low,
And above her a conqueror stands.
Then he danced and he sang,
And such nonsense began,
That we laughed, though we couldn't tell why;
For in such a sad case
It were much more our place
For Judy's misfortunes to cry.
PUNCH AND THE CONSTABLE.
But the constable see!—
“Are you come here for me?”
Cries Punch, as he dances about.
"Yes, yes; come to jail,
'Tis a terrible tale,”
Said the constable, "you must come out,
"And be tried for your life,
For thus killing your wife;
In prison, meantime, you'll abide.”
“Oh no, I won't go,”
Cried Punch, and a blow
He gave the poor man in his side.
PUNCH, TOBY, AND THE CLOWN.
Now Punch had a pet
Whom we must not forget,
A dog known as Toby by name;
A clown from a show
One day came to know
If Punch would not sell him the same.
But Punch would not part
From his dog, for his heart
(Though a wooden one) to him was true.
He cried, "Give me a kiss,
Dear Toby, I wis
I never will sever from you.”
