WHEN AT HAME WI' DAD.

WHEN at hame wi' dad, We niver had nae fun sir, Which mead me sae mad, I swore away I'd run sir; I packed up cleas sae smart, Ribbed stocking, weastcoats pratty, Wi' money and leet heart, Tripped off te Lunnun city. Fal de ral de ra. When I did git there, I geaped about quite silly, At all the shows te stare, In a spot called Piccerdilly; Lord sic charming seets, Bods i' cages thrive sir, Coaches, fiddles, fights, And crocodiles alive sir. Fal de ral, &c. Then I did ge te see, The gentry in Hyde Park sir, When a lass pushed reedely by, Te whoam I did remark sir, "Tho' your feace be een sae fair, I've seen a beer mare civil." Then the little cleas they wear, God Lunnun is the devil. Fal de ral, &c. Te 't play-house then I gaus, Whar I seed merry feaces, And in the lower rows, Were sarvents keeping pleaces; T' players I saw seun, They managed things quite funny, By gock they'd Hunny-mean, Afore they'd Mattrimony. Fal de ral, &c. Now having seen all I cud, And passed away my time sir, If you think fit and good, I'le een give up my rhyme sir; And sud my ditty please, The popies in this garden, Te me t'wad be hearts-ease, If not I ax yer pardon. Fal de ral de ra.