Politics & government

A SCENE IN HIGH LIFE.

THE
NEW

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STEAM
CARRIAGE, &c.

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TUNE,....THE PRESENT FASHIONS.

ATTEND unto my Ditty, & a story You shal
At the west end of London, in the middle of a square
There lived a jovial Marquis & his Lady gay & free
So listen with Attention, and I'l tell You of a spree
To my tol de rol de do, ri dle, &c.

ONE Day the Marquis went from Home with hi
Equipage so fine,
It was because he went to see his Lovely concubine
The Lady she suspected; and flew into a Rage,
SO she had a came at skittles with her buxom little
Page;

The Steward and the Lady's Maid look'd at each
other hard,
Says the Steward, Lonely Jenny, shall we have a
game at cards :-
If You will come in the parlor, and we will bol
up all the Doors,
So together they awhile did play, the Game they
call all-fours

The Butler and the Housekeeper play'd underneath
the table,
The Groom went with the Scullery-Maid, a-sweep-
ing Out the stable:—
The Coachmau went to have a Game along with
Pretty Suke,
And the Valet in the Kitchen went kissing of the
Cook.
The Kitchen-Maid, for fun and clee was Seldom
Ever slack;
They had a nandsome Footman christen'd Mongre
the Black.
His Nose Was flat, his Mouth was wide, the Kitchen-
Maid did lean,
To Mdagrel , while he play'd a tune upon the tam-
borine.

In about 3 quarters of a Year a game there did ensue,
From the top upto the bottom of this noble mansion thro';
Some aloud did groan & some did moan, & some did
cry their fill,
For they learnt the 57th Clause of B— 's Poor-Law Bill
THE Ladies'. Maid began to cry, I have had a pretty
frolic,
The Housemaid sang out, Oh! Dear! I am troubled
with the cholic !—
The Coachman up the stairs did run, to attend upon his
Suke,
And the Valet for the Doctor ran, to help the greasy
Cook.

In the Parlour lay the Housekeeper, right underneath
the table,
The Scullery-Maid was crying like a fury in the stable:
The Ma chioness above was bawling in a Rage,
Send up the Nurse to wash & dress this pretty little rage.

The KitchenMaid was brought to town, as it may plain
be seen,
A little Black with curly hair, marked with a tamborine;
He marked his father on the Nose, & gave his mother
dreadful smacks,
Then ran away down Holborn, crying pickled eels &
sprats.

O, you servants all, I do not wish your feelings for to
smother, (ther :-
They say it's always best for you to hold with one ano-
Of such a pretty Game as this you do not often Hear;
this job was done for Lark & Fun in the, middle of the
square.

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REPRINTED From
PITTS, LONDON:
BEING AN AN-
SWER TO THE
Poisoned Family