COMIC SONGS�t instinct prevails, when philosophy fails, So he kept a .tight hold of the keg. But Der*not hawI'd out, with a terrible shout, I'm not to be chous'd, Master W/seman; If you do not come down, I'H run into the town, And, by Jasus! I'll tell the exciseman. DRAWLNG THE LONG BOW. Ov=-? port? pipe, or snuff-box, there's always some wight To tell a long story at club ev'ry night, Wanting wit at a pinch, the box helps a bad joke, Or deficient in fire, he .supplies ye with smoke. Derry down, down, down, deny down. Since we're told to believe only ha Jr what we hear, Every tale we attempt should from fiction be' clear, ,Probability carefully keeping in view; For .example, I'll tell a short story or two. Derry down, &e. Once a man advertised the metropolis round, He'd leap etf the monument on to the ground, But when just half way down, felt some nervous attack, Grew frightened, refiocted,'tumed round, and jumped back. berry down, &?, A boatswain who ne'er had seen Punch or his wife,., To a puppet-show went, the first time in his l?e; Laughed and wondered at every odd trick and grimace, When a barrel of gunpowder blew up the place. Derry down, &e. Spectators and puppets were here and there thrown, When Jack, on a tree, who had safely been blown, Took a quid, blear his whistle, and not at all vext, Cried, "shiver me? what will this fellow do next?" , Derry, down,
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