I'ZE a poor country lad, as you see by my dress,

My name's Zekiel Homespun, you all know me now,

It is not the first time I have here made my bow.

Tol lol de roll, &c.

To London I com'd, upon bus'ness, d'ye see,

But contriv'd to make pleasure and bus'ness agree;

For when I gets back wi' our chaps on the green,

They'll be sure to be asking me what I ha' seen.

Now having in town but a short time to stay,

Thinks I, while the sunshines, I'd better make hay;

So I ask'd what the play were? they told me, by gum,

'Twas a very fine tragedy, call'd Tommy Thumb.

In Yorkshire I'd oft heard our knowing ones say,

That a very good moral was learn'd from a play,

And that tragedy boasted of language so fine,

So I thought that, as how, it might help me wi' mine.

Well, the curtain drew up, and the first to appear,

Were two gentlemen drest, to be sure, mortal queer;

Says one, "To the king, this petition I'll show,"

Then the other to him answered, "Do, Doodle, do."

In the next scene were the king and the queen on their throne,

To whom the petition was presently shown;

But king Arthur from Doodle indignantly shrunk,

"For," says he, "'tis our pleasure this day to get drunk."

So I'ze ta'en me a place at George and Blue Boar,

Where the coach will set off in the morning at four,

And as I must be up long afore it is light,

I hope you'll not keep me here too late to night.