Four songs

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       The Humours of Bartholomew Fair.

COME buſtle, neighbour Prig, buckle on your Sun-
day wig;                                                (Old bailie !
In our Sunday clothes ſo gaily, eet us ut up the
O the devil take the rain! we may never go again...
See the ſnows have begun ! O rare o !
Remember, Mr. Snip, to take Mrs. Snip.
Here's the little boy from Flanders, and there's
Mr. Sanders —
Stand aſide and we'll have a ſtare o.
Hi down, ho down, derry derry down !
O the humours of Bartlemy fair-o ! ;
[Spoken.] Here, valk up, ladies and gentle-
men, and ſee the vonderful birds & beaſteſſes, from
Bengal in the Veſt Indies !—Here, madam, only
pleaſe to look at this beautiful hanimal ! no two
ipots on his body alike ; out of the power of any
limner to deſcribe him : meaſures fifteen feet from
the ſnout to the tail, and fifteen feet from the tail
to the ſnout; grows an inch and a half every year,
and never comes to his proper growth.—— What's
your name, my pretty fellow? what do the ladies
call you?—Preity cockatoo ! Pretty cockatoo !'—
—What do they call you that for ?—psyp ! psyp !
—O ay ! for kiſſing 'em ! ^_____ ere's the moſt ſtu-
pendous male elephant that ever travelled his
Majeſty's domini as! ^____ Here's the noble male
lion, the king of the foreſt : he is only ſix months old
but if he iives another ſix months, he'll juſt be as
old again— Turu him up there with a long pole!
—Rouſ, yourſelf, you dog you, and ſhew your
tuſks to the ladies ! ——— Hi down, &ce,