PETER WAGGY.

I, when a child, for trinket ware Would often cry to mam and daddie: With other trifles, from the fair, Dad brought me once a Peter Waggy. Fine dolls, and many things forby, A gilded coach and little naggie; But oh, the darling of my eye, Was little dancing Peter Waggy! Love of such trifles time destroys— At length each well-grown lass and laddie Seeks to be pleas'd with other toys, Some other sort of Peter Waggy. A lover came to me at last, In courting me he ne'er grew faggy; Now he and I are buckled fast— He is my darling Peter Waggy. We've got a boy of beauty rare, A credit to his mam and daddie; When I go to Newcastle Fair, I'll buy my child a Peter Waggy.