His mamma was young:

The crown she had her eyes on;
Her husband stopped her tongue;
She stopped his ears with poison.
Chorus. - Tooral rooral, &c.

When she had killed the king,

She ogled much his brother;
And, having slain one spouse,
She quickly got another:

And this so soon did she,

And was so great a sinner,

The funeral baked meats

Served for the wedding-dinner.

Now, Hamlet sweet, her son,

No bully or bravado,
Of love felt not the flame,

And so went to Bernardo.

O! sir," says he, “we've seen

A sight with wondrous sad eye."

And this was nothing but

The ghost of Hamlet's daddie.

Just at this time it rose,

And, sighing, said, "List, Hammy:

Your mother is the snake

That poisoned me, your daddie;

And now I'm gone below,

All on sulphurous flame, boy:

That your dad should be on fire,

You'll own's a burning shame, boy."

HAMLET.

Just at the time he spoke,

The moon was breaking through dull; Up jumped a cock, and cried,

"Cock-a-doodle-doodle."

"I'm now cock sure of going;

Preserve you from all evil : You to your mother walk,

And I'll walk to the Devil."

Cause, nobody had asked her. Madness seized her wits,

Poor Lord Chamberlain's daughter!

She jumped into a pond,

And went to heaven by water.

No matter now for that;

A play they made, and shammed it;

The audience Claudius was;

And he got up, and damned it.

He vowed he'd see no more;

He felt a wondrous dizziness;

And then for candles called,

To make light of the business.

A fencing match they had;

The queen drinks as they try too; Says she, "O, king! I'm killed.” Says Laertes," So am I, too."

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THE MONKS OF OLD.

"And so am I!" cries Ham.

"Can all these things so true be?"

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"What! are you dead?" said the king.

Yes, sir, and so shall you be."

And then he stabbed his liege;

Then fell on 'Phelia's brother;

And so the Danish court

All tumbled one on t'other.
To celebrate these deeds,

Which are from no false shamlet,

Every village small,

Henceforth, is called a Hamlet.

THE MONKS OF OLD.

ANY have told of the monks of old,
What a saintly race they were ;

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But 'tis most true, that a merrier crew
Could scarce be found elsewhere;

For they sung and laughed, and the rich wine quaffed,
And lived on the daintiest cheer.

For they laughed, ha! ha! and they quaffed, ha! ha! And lived on the daintiest cheer.

And then they would jest at the loved confessed

By many an artless maid,

And what hopes and fears they had breathed in the ears

Of those who had sought their aid;

And they sung and laughed, and the rich wine quaffed, As they told of each love-sick jade, &c.

LITTLE TOODLE DE DO0.

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And the abbot meek, with his form so sleek,

Was the heartiest of them all,

And would take his place with a smiling face,

When refection-bell would call;

When they sung and laughed, and the rich wine quaffed, Till they shook the olden wall, &c.

Then

say what they will, we'll drink to them still;

For a jovial band they were;

And 'tis most true, that a merrier crew

Could not be found elsewhere;

For they sung and laughed, &c.

LITTLE TOODLE DE DOO.

AIR,-"Araby's Daughter."

ITTLE Toodle de doo was a dandy cockrobin;

He was tied to his perch by a yard of blue bobbin ;

His tail was no larger than that of a flea,

But he thought it the handsomest tail that could be.

Little Toodle de doo was so vain of his tail,
That, to show it off better, he jumped on a rail;
When a great Thomas Cat jumped over the wall,
And swallowed poor Toodle de doo, tail and all.

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THE VORK'OUSE BOY.

Now, all human birds, that are proud of your tails, Although some don't have them, my moral avails : Whenever you're braggin' about this or that, Remember poor Toodle de doo and the Cat.

THE VORK'OUSE BOY.

AIR,-"The Mistletoe Bough."

HE vite coats 'ung in the vork'ouse 'all, The vite 'ats shone on the vitevashed vall, And the paupers all vere blithe and gay, A-keepin' their Christmas 'oliday; Ven the master he cried, vith a savage leer, "You'll all get soup for your Christmas cheer." The soup vas so savory, so rich, and so ’ot, The leer of the master ve quick forgot. Oh, the poor vork'ouse boy!

Oh, the poor vork'ouse boy!

At length all ov us to bed vas sent;
But a boy vas missing, in sarch ve vent.
Ve sarched him above, ve sarched him below,
And ve sarched him vith faces of grief and vo.
Ve looked in each corner, each kettle and pot;
In the vater-butt peeped, but found him not:
And veeks rolled on, and ve all vas told

That the vork'ouse boy had been burked and sold.
Oh, the poor vork❜ouse boy!

Oh, the poor vork'ouse boy!