THE PUBLICAN AND SINNER.

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Oh dear, what a row and a riot !
Those jolly old men will never be quiet ;
They ought to be fed on extreamly low diet.
What a row about G—s pills !
The doctor went to see a sick mother,
Fell in love with the daughter and shook hands
with the brother ;
I must tell the truth—my feelings I can't smother,
She's a nice little girl of her age !

The sweet little creature—how nice in her manners
He loved her sweet music, I don't tell a crammer,
She quite stir'd him up when at the piano ;
For she liked G—s cordial and pills.

They say the old doctor is a first-ra'ter,
He is very clever he done things to nature,
Then she being a " garden," he must cultivate her
He's such a nice chap for the girls !
Now she began blooming er'e to a flower was
growing,
Though sweet seventeen she began very knowing
Now she must soon reap what she has been sowing
And a young-un was found in her arms.

At last it came out now wh o oald doubt it
Asprat not aherring knew all about it ;
For she liked G—s cordial and could not do with-
out it,
For it causes such a wonderful change !
The blind grandfather was very much shocked sir
For when it was drest it was just like a doctor
He says the cab-riding has wonderfully rocked her
Bad luck to his cordial and gin.

Things came about that looked mighty shabby
They sent for the doctor to own his dear baby
But he swore outright it belonged to her daddy.
The doctor's as bad as his pills !
such rascally conduct must not be past over
He ought to be sent from Calias to Dover
The poor old man's character would turn cover
Through G—s cordial and gin.

Now although he's acquitted we know all about it
It might not have been his but some doubt it
He felt her all over she wonderful stout was
He gave her cordial and pills !
He invited her out—took her cab riding
Then how she got stout was not suprising
The change of the air and some early rising
Occasionly cordial and pills.

So dear little girls mind what you are doing
Until you are twenty do not go wooing
For surely some mischief you will be brewing
Beware of cab-riding and pills !
You publicans now look after your daughters
Don't let them draw stout or brandy and water
Married men too your wives pray look arte
Don't let them bite G—s pills.