This is Mister Briggs, who makes trowsers and coats,
who abus'd the committee for giving their votes to
Peregrine, so pragmatic and prim, to scout the hat
without any brim; for Briggs deck'd the hat so cock'd
and lac'd,—and he prides himself on his fanciful 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 Chinaman Reed, who said Briggs was right,
and who wears his unmentionables awfully tight, which
were made by this Briggs, who makes trousers and
coats, who abus'd the committee for giving their votes
to Peregrine, so pragmatic and prim, to scout the hat
without any brim; for Briggs deck'd the hat so cock'd
and lac'd,—and he prides himself on his fanciful 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 Mister Stable, who did all he was able to
bully poor Reed, who said Briggs was right, and who
wears his unmentionables awfully tight, which were made
by this Briggs, who makes trousers and coats, who
abus'd the committee for giving their votes to Peregrine,
so pragmatic and prim, to scout the hat without
any brim; for Briggs deck'd the hat so cock'd and
lac'd,—and he prides himself on his fanciful 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 Mister Seymour, an attorney of note, who—alas!
for the hat—gave the casting vote, and agreed
with Stable, who did all he was able to bully poor
Reed, who said Briggs was right, and who wears his
unmentionables awfully tight, which were made by this
Briggs, who makes trousers and coats, who abus'd the
committee for giving their votes to Peregrine, so pragmatic
and prim, who scouted the hat without any brim—the
unfortunate hat, all cock'd and lac'd, after Briggs's
own peculiar taste—paid for by the horde of attorneys
so bored by the noise of the rascally boys, kick'd out
by the blade, whose only trade is to keep the Arcade
that Grainger built.
COOKSON'S ALKALI.
Now haud yor tongues, I'll try my lungs,
And de my best forbye;
My sang is choice, but maw sweet voice
Is spoil'd by Alkali.
CHORUS.
Then let us all, byeth great and small,
Set up a hue and cry;
Else Shields will suin be a' duin broon
By Cookson's Alkali.
Wor fields are bare, they'll grow ne mair
Of barley, wheat, or rye:
A famine now, and pest'lence, too,
Is caus'd by Alkali.