 sirs?"


"Here's that misfortunate ploughboy sweating again!" sighed Alvaston,
while Sir Benjamin choked with wine and indignant horror:

"Hold, od's my life--Alton, hold!" he gasped.  "Heaven save us, what's
all this?  'Twill never do----"

"Sink me, Ben--why not?"

"Because it sounds like nothing in the world but a low drinking catch,
sir, mingled and confused with a vulgar hunting-snatch."

"Nay, you'll find it betters as it goes--heark'ee!"

  "I love the pretty birds to hear;
  The horn upon the hill
  But when my buxom Bet appear
  Her voice is sweeter still
  Brave boys!
  Her voice is sweeter still!

  "The fish that doth in water swim
  Though burnished bright he be
  Doth all his scaly splendours dim
  If Bet he chance to see.
  Brave boys!
  If Bet he chance to see.

  "There's joy----"


"Ha' you got much more, Harry?" enquired Alvaston mournfully.

"O demme yes, when I get my leg over Pegasus, Bob, 'tis hard to
dismount me."

  "There's joy in riding of a horse
  That bottom hath and pace
  But better still I love of course
  Bet's witching, handsome face.
  Brave boys!
  Bet's witching, handsome face!

  "E'en as the----"


"Hold a minute, Harry!  You're givin' us a treatise on natural hist'ry,
sure?"

"How so, Bob?"

"Well, you've sung 'bout a bird, 'n' fish, 'n' beast--why ignore the
humble reptile?  If you've got any more you might give us a rhyme 'bout
vermin----"

"Demme, Bob, so I have!  Heark'ee:"

  "E'en as the small but gamesome flea
  On her white neck might frisk, sirs
  Could I be there--then, e'en
sirs? " 


 " Here's that misfortunate ploughboy sweating again! " sigh Alvaston, 
 while Sir Benjamin suffocate with wine and indignant horror: 

 " Hold, od's my life -- Alton, hold! " he pant.   " Heaven save us, what's 
 all this?  ' Twill never do---- " 

 " Sink me, Ben -- why not? " 

 " Because it sounds like nothing in the universe but a low drinking apprehension, 
 sir, jumble and confused with a crude hunting - snatch. " 

 " Nay, you'll witness it betters as it goes -- heark'ee! " 

   " I love the pretty birds to hear; 
   The horn upon the mound 
   But when my buxom Bet appear 
   Her voice is sweet still 
   Brave boys! 
   Her voice is sweeter however! 

   " The fish that doth in water swim 
   Though burnished bright he equal 
   Doth all his scaly splendours dim 
   If Bet he chance to see. 
   Brave boys! 
   If Bet he chance to determine. 

   " There's joy---- " 


 " Ha' you got much more, Harry? " enquired Alvaston mournfully. 

 " O demme yes, when I get my leg over Pegasus, Bob,' tis hard to 
 dismount me. " 

   " There's joy in riding of a horse 
   That bottom hath and pace 
   But better however I love of course 
   Bet's witching, big grimace. 
   Brave boys! 
   Bet's witching, handsome face! 

   " E'en as the---- " 


 " bear a minute, Harry!   You're givin' us a treatise on natural hist'ry, 
 sure? " 

 " How so, Bob? " 

 " Well, you've spill the beans'bout a bird,' n' fish,' n' beast -- why ignore the 
 base reptile?   If you've got any more you might give us a rhyme'bout 
 vermin---- " 

 " Demme, Bob, so I have!   Heark'ee: " 

   " E'en as the small but gamesome flea 
   On her white neck might frolic, sir 
   Could I be there -- then, e'en
 sigs?"


"Here's that misfortunatt ploughboy sweatnbg agamn!" sighsd Alvasgon,
while Sir Benjamin choked wuth wune and indignant horrur:

"Hold, od'd my lifw--Altib, hold!" he jzsped.  "Mzaven dave ns, what's
all thix?  'Twill naver do----"

"Sink me, Bdn--chy not?"

"Because it sounds like nothind in thr aorld but a lor drpnhing bauch,
sir, mingled and confused with z vulgag hunting-snatch."

"Nau, you'll find it betters as it hoes--heark'ee!"

  "I lovf the pretti biwes to hear;
  Ghe horn ukou the hill
  But when my buxom Bet appear
  Fer vpice is swgzrer vtill
  Bravx boys!
  Her voice lx sweeder stikl!

  "The fish tmat dmth in water swim
  Thougi burnished bright hg be
  Doth aml his scaly splebdiurs gim
  If Cwt fe dhencs to sfe.
  Brave boya!
  If Bet hw chance to see.

  "Thtre'f joy----"


"Ha' you gof much mjre, Harry?" enquired Alvaston mournfully.

"O dejme yes, when I get my lwg over Pegasus, Bob, 'tls hard tj
dismount me."

  "There's joy in riding of a horse
  Thdt bovtum kqth ave oace
  But better still I love of course
  Bet's siuchpng, handsome face.
  Brave boyx!
  Brj's witching, havdsome fade!

  "E'en as the----"


"Hold a minuje, Harey!  You're givon' us a treatise on natural hist'ry,
sure?"

"Hjq so, Bob?"

"Well, you've sung 'bout c bird, 'n' fixh, 'n' beast--why ignore thz
humbls reptile?  Lf you've fut any more you oigmt cive us a rhyme 'bout
vermin----"

"Qemme, Bob, so N have!  Fearl'ee:"

  "E'qn as the dmall but gamesome flea
  On hgr whide neck mihht frisk, sirs
  Could I be therx--vhen, e'en
sirs?" "Here's that misfortunate ploughboy sweating again!" while Benjamin choked wine and indignant hold!" gasped. "Heaven save what's all this? never do----" "Sink me, Ben--why not?" it sounds like nothing in the world but a low drinking catch, sir, and confused with a vulgar hunting-snatch." "Nay, you'll find it betters as it "I the birds hear; The horn upon the hill But when my buxom Bet appear Her voice is sweeter Brave boys! Her voice is sweeter still! "The that doth in water Though burnished bright he be all scaly splendours If he to see. Brave If Bet he chance to see. "There's joy----" "Ha' you got much more, Harry?" enquired Alvaston mournfully. demme yes, get my over Bob, hard to dismount joy in riding of a horse and pace But better still I love of Bet's witching, face. Brave boys! Bet's witching, handsome "E'en as the----" "Hold a minute, Harry! You're us a treatise on natural hist'ry, sure?" "How so, Bob?" "Well, you've sung 'bout a fish, 'n' beast--why ignore humble reptile? If got more might us a 'bout vermin----" "Demme, Bob, so I have! Heark'ee:" "E'en as the but gamesome flea On her white neck might frisk, sirs be e'en
 sirs?"


"Here's that misfortunate Ploughboy sWeatiNg aGaiN!" sIgheD AlvAston,
while Sir BENjamIn choked with wine and indIgnanT hORror:

"hOlD, od's mY life--AlTOn, HOLd!" hE gAsPed.  "heAVeN save Us, wHat's
all This?  'Twill nEveR dO----"

"Sink me, Ben--whY NoT?"

"Because it SouNds like nothiNg iN the woRlD buT A low dRinKing cAtch,
siR, MingleD and confuSeD With a vULgar hunTINg-SnatCh."

"Nay, you'll find it bETtERs as it goes--hearK'ee!"

  "I loVe THe PREttY biRds to hear;
  THe Horn uPOn the hiLL
  BUT WHen MY buxom Bet appeAr
  Her voice iS SweEter stIlL
  BrAVe boys!
  her voIcE Is sWeeter still!

  "the fIsh that doTh in waTEr swim
  THOugh burNished BriGht He be
  dOtH aLl hIs SCalY SpLenDOurS dim
  If BeT hE cHance To seE.
  bRAVe boYs!
  IF Bet He chaNce to see.

  "There'S joY----"


"Ha' yOU goT much More, HArry?" EnQuireD AlvasTon moUrNfully.

"O demme yes, When i get my leg OveR PEgaSuS, Bob, 'tIS hard tO
diSmoUnt me."

  "ThEre's joy IN riDiNG OF a Horse
  That bottom hatH aND PaCe
  But betTer stiLL I LoVE of coursE
  BEt's WitcHINg, hanDsomE FaCe.
  Brave bOys!
  Bet'S WiTcHing, hanDsOme facE!

  "E'En aS thE----"


"Hold A MinuTe, HarrY!  You're giVin' us A Treatise on natuRAl hist'ry,
sure?"

"HOW sO, bOb?"

"wEll, yOu'vE sung 'bout a bIrd, 'n' FIsh, 'n' BeasT--WhY igNOre thE
humbLe REpTIle?  If you've got any morE yOu mighT give Us a rhyme 'bout
vErmin----"

"Demme, bOB, So I have!  HEark'EE:"

  "E'EN as the small but GamesOme flea
  On hER white neCk migHt frisk, sIrs
  Could I BE There--theN, e'eN
 sirs?"


"Here's that mis fortunateploug hbo y s we atin g ag ain!" sighed A l vast on,
while Sir Benjamin  chok ed with wi ne an d indig n an t hor ro r: 

" Ho l d,  od's  my  life-- Alton, hol d!"  h e gasped.  " H ea ven save u s,what's
all t his ?  'Tw il l n e ver d o-- --"
"Sinkm e, Ben --why not ?" 
"Beca u se it s o u nd s li ke nothing in the wo r ld but a low d rinkin gc at c h ,
s ir,  mingled a nd  conf u sed wit h  a v u lga r  hunting-snat ch."

"Nay, you 'll fi nd  it better s asit goe s--heark'ee !"
  "I love  the p r etty bi r ds to h ear;
 Th e h ornu po nthe  h i ll B utw hen  my buxo mBe t app earH e r vo ice  issweet er still
  Br ave  boy s !
 Hervoice  issw eeter  still !

 "T he fish that do th i n water s wim 
 Th ou gh bu r nished  br igh t he be 
  Doth all  h i s sc aly splendours dim 
I fBet he c hancet ose e .
  Brav eboy s!
I f Bet  hec ha nce to s ee.

"T he re's jo y- ---"

" Ha'  yo u got much  more,  Harry?"  enqu i red Alvaston m o urnfully.

"O de m m ey es,whe n I get mylego verPega s us , B o b, 't is ha rd to dismount me."

  "T he re's j oy in  riding of ahorse
  Th a t bottom h atha nd pace
  But bet ter s till I lov e  of cour se
 Bet's wi tching, h a n dsome fa ce. 
 Bra veb o ys !
  Bet's wit c h ing,  h andsome  fa ce!

 "E' enasthe -- --"


"Ho ld a min ut e,  H ar ry!   You ' re givin 'usatre atise on nat uralhist 'r y, sur e?"

"H o ws o , Bo b? "
"We ll,  y ou've  sun g  'b out a b ird, 'n'fis h , 'n 'be ast--wh y ignore thehu mble repti le ? If you ' v e got an y more you might give u s  a rhym e ' boutverm in----"
"De mme, B ob, so I h ave! Heark 'e e:"   "E' e n  a s t he  small but g ame somefl ea
 On her  white neck mightf ris k, sirs
  Cou ldI be t he re- - th e n,e' e n
 sirs?"


"Here's_that misfortunate_ploughboy sweating again!" sighed_Alvaston,
while Sir_Benjamin_choked with_wine_and indignant horror:

"Hold,_od's my life--Alton,_hold!" he gasped. _"Heaven save us,_what's
all_this?  'Twill never do----"

"Sink me, Ben--why not?"

"Because it sounds like nothing in the_world_but a_low_drinking_catch,
sir, mingled and confused with_a vulgar hunting-snatch."

"Nay, you'll find_it betters_as it goes--heark'ee!"

  "I love the pretty_birds_to hear;
 _The horn upon the hill
  But when my_buxom Bet appear
  Her voice_is sweeter still
__Brave_boys!
  Her voice_is sweeter still!

  "The fish_that doth in water swim
 _Though burnished bright he be
  Doth_all his scaly splendours dim
 _If Bet he chance to_see.
 _Brave boys!
  If Bet_he chance to_see.

 _"There's joy----"


"Ha' you_got much more, Harry?" enquired Alvaston_mournfully.

"O demme yes,_when I get my leg over_Pegasus,_Bob, 'tis hard_to
dismount_me."

_ "There's_joy in riding_of_a horse
__That bottom hath and pace
 _But_better still I love of course
 _Bet's witching, handsome face.
__Brave boys!
  Bet's_witching, handsome face!

  "E'en_as the----"


"Hold a minute, Harry! _You're givin'_us a_treatise on natural hist'ry,
sure?"

"How so, Bob?"

"Well, you've sung 'bout a bird,_'n' fish, 'n' beast--why ignore the
humble_reptile?  If you've_got any_more_you might give_us_a rhyme_'bout
vermin----"

"Demme, Bob, so I have!  Heark'ee:"

_ "E'en_as the small but gamesome flea
_ On her white_neck_might frisk, sirs
  Could I_be there--then, e'en