THE BABOON.

Sum time since, sum wild beasts there cam to the toon, And in the collection a famous Baboon, In uniform drest—if my story you're willin To believe, he gat lowse, and ran te the High Fellin. Fal de rol la, &c. Three Pitmen cam up—they were smoking their pipe, When straight in afore them Jake lowp'd ower the dike: Ho, Jemmy! smash, marrow! here's a red-coated Jew, For his fyece is a' hairy, and he hez on nae shoe! Wey, man, thou's a fuil! for ye divent tell true, If thou says 'at that fellow was ever a Jew: Aw'll lay thou a quairt, as sure's my nyem's Jack, That queer luikin chep's just a Russian Cossack. He's ne Volunteer, aw ken biv his wauk; And if he's outlandish, we'll ken biv his tauk: He's a lang sword ahint him, ye'll see'd when he turns: Ony luik at his fyece! smash his byens, how he gurns! Tom flang doon his pipe, and set up a greet yell; He's owther a spy, or Bonnypairty's awnsell: Iv a crack the High Fellin was in full hue and cry, To catch Bonnypairt, or the hairy French spy. The wives scamper'd off for fear he should bite, The men-folks and dogs ran te grip him se tight; If we catch him, said they, he's hev ne lodging here, Ne, not e'en a drop o' Reed Robin's sma' beer.