  AS she walked along the street With her little “plates of meat,” And the summer sunshine falling On her golden “Barnet Fair,” Bright as angels from the skies Were her dark blue “mutton pies,” In my “East and West” Dan Cupid Shot a shaft and left it there. She’d a Grecian “I suppose,” And of “Hampstead Heath” two rows In her “sunny south” that glistened Like two pretty strings of pearls; Down upon my “bread and cheese” Did I drop and murmur, “Please Be my ‘storm and strife,’ dear Tottie, O, you darlingest of girls! Then a bow-wow by her side, Who till then had stood and tried A “Jenny Lee” to banish, Which was on his “Jonah’s whale,” Gave a hydrophobic bark (She cried, “What a Noah’s ark!”), And right through my “rank and riches” Did my “cribbage-pegs” assail. Ere her bull-dog I could stop She had called a “ginger-pop,” Who said, “What the ‘Henry Neville’ Do you think you’re doing there?” And I heard, as off I slunk, “Why, the fellow’s ‘Jumbo’s trunk!’” And the “Walter Joyce” was Tottie’s With the golden “Barnet Fair.” |
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