50 Bab Ballads, vol 1 | Page 6

you,?And laugh at it as such;?But if they saw their Bishop land,?His leg supported in his hand,?The joke they wouldn't understand -?'T would pain them very much!"
Ballad: THE PRECOCIOUS BABY. A VERY TRUE TALE.?(To be sung to the Air of the "Whistling Oyster.")
An elderly person--a prophet by trade -?With his quips and tips?On withered old lips,?He married a young and a beautiful maid;?The cunning old blade!?Though rather decayed,?He married a beautiful, beautiful maid.
She was only eighteen, and as fair as could be,?With her tempting smiles?And maidenly wiles,?And he was a trifle past seventy-three:?Now what she could see?Is a puzzle to me,?In a prophet of seventy--seventy-three!
Of all their acquaintances bidden (or bad)?With their loud high jinks?And underbred winks,?None thought they'd a family have--but they had;?A dear little lad?Who drove 'em half mad,?For he turned out a horribly fast little cad.
For when he was born he astonished all by,?With their "Law, dear me!"?"Did ever you see?"?He'd a pipe in his mouth and a glass in his eye,?A hat all awry -?An octagon tie -?And a miniature--miniature glass in his eye.
He grumbled at wearing a frock and a cap,?With his "Oh, dear, oh!"?And his "Hang it! 'oo know!"?And he turned up his nose at his excellent pap -?"My friends, it's a tap?Dat is not worf a rap."?(Now this was remarkably excellent pap.)
He'd chuck his nurse under the chin, and he'd say,?With his "Fal, lal, lal" -?"'Oo doosed fine gal!"?This shocking precocity drove 'em away:?"A month from to-day?Is as long as I'll stay -?Then I'd wish, if you please, for to toddle away."
His father, a simple old gentleman, he?With nursery rhyme?And "Once on a time,"?Would tell him the story of "Little Bo-P,"?"So pretty was she,?So pretty and wee,?As pretty, as pretty, as pretty could be."
But the babe, with a dig that would startle an ox,?With his "C'ck! Oh, my! -?Go along wiz 'oo, fie!"?Would exclaim, "I'm afraid 'oo a socking ole fox."?Now a father it shocks,?And it whitens his locks,?When his little babe calls him a shocking old fox.
The name of his father he'd couple and pair?(With his ill-bred laugh,?And insolent chaff)?With those of the nursery heroines rare -?Virginia the Fair,?Or Good Goldenhair,?Till the nuisance was more than a prophet could bear.
"There's Jill and White Cat" (said the bold little brat,?With his loud, "Ha, ha!")?"'Oo sly ickle Pa!?Wiz 'oo Beauty, Bo-Peep, and 'oo Mrs. Jack Sprat!?I've noticed 'oo pat?MY pretty White Cat -?I sink dear mamma ought to know about dat!"
He early determined to marry and wive,?For better or worse?With his elderly nurse -?Which the poor little boy didn't live to contrive:?His hearth didn't thrive -?No longer alive,?He died an enfeebled old dotard at five!
MORAL.
Now, elderly men of the bachelor crew,?With wrinkled hose?And spectacled nose,?Don't marry at all--you may take it as true?If ever you do?The step you will rue,?For your babes will be elderly--elderly too.
Ballad: TO PHOEBE. {2}
"Gentle, modest little flower,?Sweet epitome of May,?Love me but for half an hour,?Love me, love me, little fay."?Sentences so fiercely flaming?In your tiny shell-like ear,?I should always be exclaiming?If I loved you, PHOEBE dear.
"Smiles that thrill from any distance?Shed upon me while I sing!?Please ecstaticize existence,?Love me, oh, thou fairy thing!"?Words like these, outpouring sadly?You'd perpetually hear,?If I loved you fondly, madly; -?But I do not, PHOEBE dear.
Ballad: BAINES CAREW, GENTLEMAN.
Of all the good attorneys who?Have placed their names upon the roll,?But few could equal BAINES CAREW?For tender-heartedness and soul.
Whene'er he heard a tale of woe?From client A or client B,?His grief would overcome him so?He'd scarce have strength to take his fee.
It laid him up for many days,?When duty led him to distrain,?And serving writs, although it pays,?Gave him excruciating pain.
He made out costs, distrained for rent,?Foreclosed and sued, with moistened eye -?No bill of costs could represent?The value of such sympathy.
No charges can approximate?The worth of sympathy with woe; -?Although I think I ought to state?He did his best to make them so.
Of all the many clients who?Had mustered round his legal flag,?No single client of the crew?Was half so dear as CAPTAIN BAGG.
Now, CAPTAIN BAGG had bowed him to?A heavy matrimonial yoke -?His wifey had of faults a few -?She never could resist a joke.
Her chaff at first he meekly bore,?Till unendurable it grew.?"To stop this persecution sore?I will consult my friend CAREW.
"And when CAREW'S advice I've got,?Divorce a mensa I shall try."?(A legal separation--not?A vinculo conjugii.)
"Oh, BAINES CAREW, my woe I've kept?A secret hitherto, you know;" -?(And BAINES CAREW, ESQUIRE, he wept?To hear that BAGG HAD any woe.)
"My case, indeed, is passing sad.?My wife--whom I considered true -?With brutal conduct drives me mad."?"I am appalled," said BAINES CAREW.
"What! sound the matrimonial knell?Of worthy people such as these!?Why was I an attorney? Well -?Go on to the saevitia, please."
"Domestic bliss has proved my bane, -?A harder case you never heard,?My wife (in other