down to a hair. Now, things went beau-ti-ful-ly, Till he Fell in love with a dame of degree; Pardie! When he tried for to speak, But could only say, "O w-e-e-k!"      For, whatever his polish might be, Why, dear me! He was pig at the bottom, you see. H. PYLE

The same

Was James;

and whose beauty and worth,

From the day of his birth,

And his claim

She ought

The art

Of deportment, to go

Into company; so

Who was fraught

His care

Would bear

The closest inspection,

And not a reflection

You might care

Till he

Pardie!

When he tried for to speak,

But could only say, "O w-e-e-k!"

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