“When you awake next day, I trow,
You’ll look in form and hue
To others just as you do now—
But not to Pillaloo!
“When you approach him, you will find
He’ll think you coarse—unkempt—
And rudely bid you get behind,
With undisguised contempt.”
The Lord de Pillaloo arrived
With his expensive train,
And when in state serenely hived,
He sent for Bill and Jane.
“Oh, spare her, Lord of Pillaloo!
(Said Bill) if wed you be,
There’s anything I’d rather do
Than flirt with Lady P.”
The Lord he gazed in Jenny’s eyes,
He looked her through and through:
The cunning woman’s prophecies
Were clearly coming true.
Lord Pillaloo, the Rustic’s Bane
(Bad person he, and proud),
He laughed Ha! ha! at pretty Jane,
And sneered at her aloud!
He bade her get behind him then,
And seek her mother’s stye—
Yet to her native countrymen
She was as fair as aye!
MacCatacomb, continue green!
Grow, Salmon-Eye, in might,
Except for you, there might have been
The deuce’s own delight
PHRENOLOGY
“Come, collar this bad man—
Around the throat he knotted me
Till I to choke began—
In point of fact, garotted me!”