“They gets it pretty hot,
The maidens what we cotch—
Two years this lady’s got
For collaring a wotch.”
“Oh, ah!—indeed—I see,”
The troubadour exclaimed—
“If I may make so free,
How is this castle named?”
The warden’s eyelids fill,
And sighing, he replied,
“Of gloomy Pentonville
This is the female side!”
The minstrel did not wait
The Warden stout to thank,
But recollected straight
He’d business at the Bank.
FERDINANDO AND ELVIRA
OR, THE GENTLE PIEMAN
PART I.
At a pleasant evening party I had taken down to supper
One whom I will call Elvira, and we talked of love and Tupper,
Mr. Tupper and the Poets, very lightly with them dealing,
For I’ve always been distinguished for a strong poetic feeling.
Then we let off paper crackers, each of which contained a motto,
And she listened while I read them, till her mother told her not to.
Then she whispered, “To the ball-room we had better, dear, be walking;
If we stop down here much longer, really people will be talking.”