THE SING-SONG OF MALY COE.1

THE SING-SONG OF MALY COE.¹

In he city of Whampo'

Maly talkee with the cook:

But China-woman talkee bosh.

Bym'by Maly gettee so

And askee, "Mister Coe at home?"

He servant go to opee door,

"Is Mister Coe, my dear, at home?"

And Maly answer velly tlue,

He olo father, still as mouse,

To hearee girley talkee so;

And say, "Dear child, may I inquire

Which form of faith you most admire?"

And Maly answer he request:

"My like Chinee Joss-pidgin best:

"Afóng, our olo cook down stairs,

"An' then my gettee nicey-new

In bu'ful boots that makee noise."

Tear come in he gentleum eyes,

For 'glectin' little Maly so.

An' Mister Coe feel velly sore,

So go an' scoldy comprador;

And worsey állo-állo pain,

Maly go Boston homo 'gain:

Nor talk with cook and comprador.

If Boston girley be let go,

She sartin sure to b'lieve in Fô,

And the next piecee of her plan

And nevee talkee with the cook:

You make so-fashion, first you know

CHARLES G. LELAND.