And Old Time, who his leisure to cozen, Had finish'd the Months, like the flasks at a feast, Is preparing to tap a fresh dozen ! Hip! Hip! and Hurrah! Then fill, all ye Happy and Free, unto whom Hip! Hip! and Hurrah! And ye, who have met with Adversity's blast, To whom the Twelve Months, that have recently pass'd, Still, fill to the Future! and join in our chime, The regrets of remembrance to cozen, And having obtained a New Trial of Time, Shout in hopes of a kindlier dozen! Hip! Hip! and Hurrah! A WATERLOO BALLAD To Waterloo, with sad ado, And many a sigh and groan, “O prithee tell, good sentinel, Into our town a sergeant came "They taught him how to turn his toes, I thought that it was love and May, Her sorrow on the sentinel Appear'd to deeply strike : "Walk in," he said, "among the dead, And pick out which you like." And soon she pick'd out Peter Stone, A cannon was his bolster, and His mattrass was a horse. "O Peter Stone, O Peter Stone, Lord here has been a skrimmage! "O Patty Head, O Patty Heal, As wounded, dead, and missing: "Alas! a splinter of a shell "This very night a merry dance "Its billet every bullet has, "And then there came a cuirassier He had no pity in his heart, For he had steel'd his breast. i "Next thing a lancer, with his lance, I call'd for quarter, but, alas! "He ran his spear right through my arm, "With loss of blood I fainted off, As dead as women do But soon by charging over me, The Coldstream brought me to. With kicks and cuts, and baus and blows, I throb and ache all over; I'm quite convinc'd the field of Mars Is not a field of clover! "O why did I a soldier turn I might have been a butcher, and "O why did I the bounty take "Without a coffin I shall lie And sleep my sleep eternal: Not ev❜n a shell-my only chance Of being made a Kernel! "O Patty dear, our wedding bells "Farewell, my regimental mates, "Farewell, my Patty dear, I have Except, when I am dead, you'll go COCKLE v. CACKLE. THOSE Who much read advertisements and bills Must have seen puffs of Cockle's Pills, Call'd Anti-bilious Which some Physicians sneer at, supercilicus, Will not decide; But no two things in union go like these Viz.-Quacks and Pills-save Ducks and Pease. Now Mrs. W. was getting sallow, Her lilies not of the white kind, but yellow, She was, indeed, so very far from well, Of those said pellets to resist Bile's shocks, Bark to the Bow-wows," hated physic so, |