LINES TO MARY OLD BAILEY BALLADS (At No. 1, Newgate. Favoured by Mr. Wontner.) O MARY, I believed you true, And I was blest in so believing; But till this hour I never knew That you were taken up for thieving! Oh! when I snatch'd a tender kiss, But then to gaze on that fair face— It would have been an unfair feeling To dream that you had pilfered lace— And Flint's had suffered from your stealing! Or when my suit I first preferred, To bring your coldness to repentance, Before I hammer'd out a word, How could I dream you heard a sentence ! Or when with all the warmth of youth How could I dream that ivory part, Your hand-where I have look'd and linger'd, Altho' it stole away my heart, Had been held up as one light-fingered! In melting verse your charms I drew, The charms in which my muse delighted— Alas! the lay I thought was new, Spoke only what had been indicted! Oh! when that form, a lovely one, Hung on the neck its arms had flown to, I little thought that you had run A chance of hanging on your own too. You said you pick'd me from the world, Oh! when our love had got so far, The banns were read by Doctor Daly, Who asked if there was any bar Why did not some one shout "Old Bailey"? But when you robed your flesh and bones And when the parson came to say, My goods were yours, if I had got any, And you should honour and obey, Who could have thought-"O Bay of Botany!" slips But oh!-the worst of all your THE COMPASS, WITH VARIATIONS "The Needles have sometimes been fatal to Mariners." Picture of Isle of Wight. I ONE close of day-'twas in the Bay While light was hanging crowns of gold On mountains high and hoary, A gallant bark got under weigh, II For Leghorn she was bound direct, III Bronzed mariners were hers to view, IV His brow was high, a loftier brow V His eye-a passenger was he, The cabin he had hired it, His eye was grey, and when he look'd A fine poetic light, as if The Appe-Nine inspir'd it. ·VI His frame was stout, in height about VII He ate and quaff'd, and joked and laughed, And chatted with the seamen, And often task'd their skill and ask'd, "What weather is't to be, man?" No demonstration there appear'd That he was any demon. VIII No sort of sign there was that he But little we supposed what he IX Soon came a storm-the sea at first When lo! full crash, with billowy dash, From clouds of black and yellow, Came such a gale as blows but once X Our stomachs we had just prepared XI Down rush'd the soup, down gush'd the wine, Roll'd down-the round of beef declar'd Off flew the fowls, and all the game XII Down knife and fork-down went the pork, Salt-pepper-all together! XIII Down plunged the Lady of the Lake, XIV Down dropt the captain's nether jaw, Playing at dice for soul and ship, And throwing Sink and Deuces. |