"Kind sir," says the man—for to speak he scarce durst—
"When aw com in here, aw was ready to burst."
"That's nought," says the policeman, "din't ye see clear,
Daub'd upon the wall—'Commit no nuisance here.'"
The poor soul his flap button'd up in a fright,
The policeman swore that he wad him indite;
But he teuk to his heels, for, says he, aw see clear,
If aw stop onie langer there'll be nonsense here.
A NEW NURSERY RHYME.
This is the Arcade that Grainger built.
This is the Blade, whose only trade, is to keep the
Arcade that Grainger built.
These are the Boys who, making a noise, are kick'd
by the blade, whose only trade is to keep the Arcade
that Grainger built.
This is the Horde of Attorneys, who, bored by the
rascally boys, who, making a noise, are kick'd out by
the blade, whose only trade is to keep the Arcade that
Grainger built.
This is the Hat, all cock'd and lac'd—a hat according
to Briggs's taste—paid for by the horde of attorneys
so bored by the rascally boys, who, making a noise, are
kick'd out by the blade, whose only trade is to keep the
Arcade that Grainger built.
This is Peregrine, pragmatic and prim, who scouted
the hat without any brim—the hat that was all cock'd
and lac'd, according to Briggs' peculiar taste—paid for
by the horde of attorneys so bored by the rascally boys,
who, making a noise, are kick'd out by the blade, whose
only trade is to keep the Arcade that Grainger built.