[MAGA. October 1824.]
Air—Eveleen’s Bower.
I.
Mr Bubb was a Whig orator, also a Soap Laborator,
For everything’s new christen’d in the present day;
He was follow’d and adored by the Common Council board,
And lived quite genteel with a one-horse chay.
II.
Mrs Bubb was gay and free, fair, fat, and forty-three,
And blooming as a peony in buxom May;
The toast she long had been of Farringdon-Within,
And fill’d the better-half of the one-horse chay.
III.
Mrs Bubb said to her Lord, “You can well, Bubb, afford
Whate’er a Common Council man in prudence may;
We’ve no brats to plague our lives, and the soap concern it thrives,
So let’s have a trip to Brighton in the one-horse chay.