From the Wiliiamstopn Adrocate. |.

 PARCDY.
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From the UiiiiamstorR Adrocote,

 A PARODY. Sots, vid such a whiriin' head, Sots, py all de dibbles led, Carin' for de likur red,

 More dan Adam's ale. .-- Now dc sweet, and now de sour: Ven de sheriff gin 10 low'r Jenny John Vid all his pow'r,

 Can no gib de bail. Hoo would be tipplin' knave? Always cut de troat to shave, e.. Sober only in de grave,

 Or among de swine2 Hoo to barn de creetur's maw, Brandy, rum, or viskey draw, May de harricanoes blaw

 Away de tory's sign. Py de meas!e on your face! Py de stagger of your pace! do simpati your case, B.

 Tomach feel so bad. Trow away de haneus stuff. Make de road O life so rough, Ora deal better daink enough,

 Ocean to be had.