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Noble Duke and the parish of Chiswick


                          AND THE

          PARISH OF


COME all you Chiswick heroes,
To me now lend an ear,
There's an offer from a Nobleman,
The Duke of Devonshire ;
To grant what you all require,
A pretty piece of ground,
But what a squall, for an old brick wall,
She wants a thousand pounds.


Among our old ancestors,
when disceased we wish to lay,
And by the kindness of the noble Duke,
We soon shall gain the day.

In Chiswick stands a Boarding-school,
And you well know it all,
And around this well-known Boarding-
There stands an old brick wall,
In the school there lives a lady,
The owner of the ground,
Who wants a thousand pounds in gold,
To pull the old wall down.

But, says the folks of Chiswick,
Sure, that can never be,
She must give in, and very soon
The Ratepayers will see,
That they will have the privelege,
When their friends and kindred die,
To place them in the ancient spot,
Where their ancestors lie.

The Lady of the Boarding-school.
Can sport and ride about--
Some little boys can chalk it up,
And none will rub it out.
She c n in tr ct her scholars,
And sport upon the ground,
And for a rotten old brick wall,
Demand one thousand pounds.

Here's to the Duke of Devoasbire,
Who will so freely give,
hree acres for a Cemetry,
Long may he happy live.
And may the folks of oiswick,
All be joyful evermore,
And when they die, in the churchyard lie,
As their athers were before.




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THE Drapper was a funny man,
And was well known around,
He learn d a game—you know the same—
Up in Kensal-New Town ;
He and his wife, upon my life,
Look'd like a summer flower,
And they could train a pretty girl,
In the parlor for an hour.


Two M litia lads got in a mess,
To serve six months in jail,
And and ther woman she did get,
To find a six mouths bail.

They gave the girl a bonnet,
As you may all suppose,
And they the Drapper got for her
A stunning suit of clothes ;
A petticoat, a pair of boots
A dandy shawl and frock
And than so guy — good lack a day !—
A bustle gown and frock

The Drapper man— you understand
Made everything to suit
With ribbous fi e the girl he train'd
There boys to prosecute—
Perhaps she would not li ve done so
At least some do suppose
But she said around she get ten pounds
And a s unning suit of cl hes.

We can't say much about t is girl
S e lu or'd was so well
And people sa by night and day
a story she could tell
Let her ch nacter be what it will
The job was done complete
By the Drapper and the pretty girl
And the buxom Mister P—

  Hutchinson, Printer London

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