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BY "sTRAws" SwRS Iy J. M. FIELD at ths diansr os Fanueiu Hall l rises in astonishment! Indignant I've been sittin'; Hgranite could get rabid, why I'd swear you'd all been bitten! Such monumental ruptures such A biliR ebullition! Cold waters all you'll get from me, Placed in this ere position Just state the case. Old Mrs. Bull, As lives across the waters, In course of law and nature gets A set of saucy daughters A regular bakers d,,zen-all The world declares 'em beauties First thing they does, they takes and sets Their faces 'gainst their duties We'll, Mrs. Bull of course is vexed, As most O mothers would be, To find her gals turnin' out No better than they should be; She flares up bout authority, They hout in contradiction, And Mrs. Bull gets raving mad To strengthen her conviction! Next, just to do 'em good of course, She just begins to lather; And blessd if they don't turn about And pitch into her rather You talk about your "Lexington"- My feelings can't smother; It beats the Quaker gentleman As took and kicked his mother! They keeps on not mindin', push From bad to worse, you see: And having spilrd her claret, why Next thing they spills her TEA; Abuse her on the corners, and,

 Wot' more outrageous still, Gets up another precious fight On this here Bunker Hill Iwonder what you're made of! Is There any here parent Or any as soon may be Should say at once there wern't This crowinr over Mrs. Bull Who "right divine" can show too As very distinguished Yankee statesman might Where do you expect to goto" observe, And wot nice example Since, Just see the jolly rows There 8 not regal dame alive Can keep quiet house It's Charter,"'" Constitution" "Right Of Suffrage" " common veal" And last and loudest round the world, Swels Ireland cry, "Repeal!" Just "go a head" as Shakespeare says, Keep on your celebrations; You'll have it you're own way at last, No doubt, among the natons; With Freedom your religion-why You'll soon convert the plaret; Each land may boast it's sacred hill, Capp'd by it's spire of granite!

 Or, Your sins very catching one, East, west, and north and south, slfs; And they may pile their granite next Upon the HH of Howth, sirs.