Behold, now the Count gave the stranger a dinner, A bird that she never had met with before, But, seeing him, scream'd, and was carried off kick ing, And he bang'd his nob 'gainst the opposite door. To finish my tale without roundaboutation, For though she as a cook might be given to melting, CASE No. III. GEORGE BARNWELL. GEORGE BARNWELL stood at the shop door, A customer hoping to find, sir; His apron was hanging before, But the tail of his coat was behind, sir. A lady so painted and smart, Cried, Sir, I've exhausted my stock o'late, I've got nothing left but a groat, Could you give me four penn'orth of chocolate? Rum ti, &c. Her face was rouged up to the eyes, Now nightly he stole out, good lack, And into her lodging would pop, sir, the shop, sir. Her beauty his wits did bereave; And now (for the truth must be told) Though none of a 'prentice should speak ill, He stole from the till all the gold, And ate the lump sugar and treacle. In vain did his master exclaim, Dear George, don't engage with that Dragon, She'll lead you to sorrow and shame, In vain he entreats and implores So kicks him at last out of doors, And Georgy soon spends his last guinea. M His uncle, whose generous purse Had often relieved him, as I know, Now finding him grow worse and worse, Refused to come down with the rhino. Rum ti, &c. Cried Milwood, whose cruel heart's core Was so flinty that nothing could shock it, If ye mean to come here any more, Pray come with more cash in your pocket. Rub his pate with a pair of lead towels, I'll warrant he'll then show some bowels. A pistol he got from his love, While I am as lean as a lizard, Here's at you, you stingy old dog! And he whips a long knife in his gizzard, Rum ti, &c. A terrible end of the farce shall see, If you join the inquisitive throng That followed poor George to the Marshalsea. If Milwood were here, dash my wigs, Quoth he, I would pummel and lam her well; I ne'er had stuck nunky at Camberwell. Their bodies were never cut down, A witch bore 'em over the town, And hung them on Thorowgood's casement. The neighbours, I've heard the folks say, The miracle noisily brag on, And the shop is to this very day, The sign of the George and the Dragon.. |