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Away she went, and in good truth,
The man began to blame;
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';
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 ;
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.
* 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.
But when distress, that biting shark,
Has laid a comrade low,
Aud take the wretch in tow,
For ah! I cannot bear
Begin to pipe a tear;
Is to his friend sincere,
With help he loves to cheer.