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THE SHOWMAN. What various ways some take indeed, That they may gain their daily bread ; Many to gain it, begging goes, Others with comic puppy shows. Ye envious Critics, try an' guess my name: Thousands of times ye' ve seen an' heard the same ; Millions of times ye've given me offence, But I must say, it's for the want of sense. In this Town I'm not a stranger, Yet my life is in great danger, With these wretched black-guard boys, Where'er I go, who me annoys. Cannot the Police make them yield ? 'Tis such as me that they should shield ; I gave them no provocation, Tho' they give me great vexation. My bonny bairns, come here an' see A wondrous sight for a baw-bee : A sight that will you much surprise, When you behold it wi' yer eyes. If you will in't a moment gaze, An' see the drawings it displays ; When you the grand sight do behold, You'll say it's not a lie I've told. The light and dark shades it bestows, I'm certain none of ye here knows ; It's really on a famous plan, Done by a very clever man. There's ancient Kings, Queens, Lords, & Dukes, Wi' garments fine an' curl'd perukes; An' folk as gay as Peacocks bold, A' dress'd in velvet trim'd wi' gold. There, on the left, behold in state, In golden urn, a Monarch great; An' heaps o' ancient coins an' dresses, Lying in coffins, as in presses. Now look straight forward an' ye'll see, Men who should never disagree; Twa hoary parsons T an' G, Desputin' about the Apocrapha. There, also see a Russian Boar, The like was never seen before; An' various beasts both wild an' tame, Many of which I cannot name. The next scene is a subject rare, A slaughter-house in Thingmay Square, There human beings are in flocks, Destroy'd by cruel bludy knocks. On the right there is Boby Awl, Wi' poor Daft Jamie an' Wag Fall; Wag gave to Boby a sheep-head, Savin' that wad mak' a fine feed. That sheep-head ? Yes, the very same, Poor Jamie got it to tak' hame, But he had not gone far away, Till Wag to Boby Awl did say- Daft Jamie has stol'n yer sheep-head, Run after him or ye'll ne'er see'd; He's running fast up Craigie's close, Run an' ye'll catch him at the cross. Boby pursued him wi' a' speed, Roarin' " Daft Jamie gee's my head ;" Boby caught him an' gave him blows, Which soon made blude come frae his nose. Published by WILLIAM SMITH, 3 Bristo Port.?PRICE ONE PENNY.
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