This page has been validated.
78
THE "BAB" BALLADS.
But no—the clown my prospects blights—
(The worth of birth it surely teaches!)
"Why should I want to spend my nights
In Parliament, a-making speeches?
"I haven't never been to school—
I ain't had not no eddication—
And I should surely be a fool
To publish that to all the nation!"
I offered him a trotting horse—
No hack had ever trotted faster—
I also offered him, of course,
A rare, and curious "old Master."
I offered to procure him weeds—
Wines fit for one in his position—
But, though an ass in all his deeds.
He'd learnt the meaning of "commission."
