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Away she went, and in good truth,

The man began to blame;
In the mean time our stage-struck youth,

Richard the Third became.

Here will I pitch my tent,” he said,

And on the sopha stretch'd Again appeared the servant maid,

For she his breakfast fetched.

Give me a Horse--bind up my wounds,"

He jumping up did bawl';
The woman starting at these sounds,

Let all the tea-things fall.

In came the man, who having bow'd,

Said “ Buckram, Sir, I am," Off with his head" he cried aloud,

“ So much for Buchingham.

The man jump'd back—the woman scream'd,

For both were sore afraid ;
A bedlamite our spouter seem'd,

And like Octavian said,

I cannot sleep," and wherefore pray?"

The leaves are nearly pulld;" This said, the woman walk'd away,

Until his frenzy cool'd,

But Buckram gave his bill and so

He was resolved to stay PU hug'-will glut on it." _“Oh no,

I'd rather, Sir, you'd pay.

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* Reptile ?The exclamation shocks,

Great were the tailor's fears; I'll dash thy body o'er the rocks,"

The man pulld out his shears.

" I'll grapple with thee thus,” he cried,

And soon the shears he won; The tailor was so terrified,

That he thought fit to run.

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But when distress, that biting shark,

Has laid a comrade low,
The first am I, indeed, t'embark,

Aud take the wretch in tow,
And like a sail my heart-strings bend,

For ah! I cannot bear
To see, perhaps, a bosom friend

Begin to pipe a tear;
No, honest Jack of Plymouth Dock

Is to his friend sincere,
By flattery he scorns to mock,

With help he loves to cheer.

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