to start and glow,
When of this dread consperracy you honest folks

shall know.

The news of this consperracy and villianous

attempt,
I read it in a newspaper, from Italy it was sent :
It was sent from lovely Italy, where the olives

they do grow,
And our Holy Father lives, yes, yes, while his

name it is No no.

And 'tis there our English noblemen goes that is

Puseyites no longer.
Because they finds the ancient faith both better

is and stronger.
And 'tis there I knelt beside my lord when he

kiss'd the Pope his toe,
And hung his neck wilh chains at Saint Peter's

Vinculo.

And 'tis there the splendid churches is, and the

fountains playing grand,
And the palace of Prince Torlonia, likewise

the Vatican :



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And there's the stairs where the bagpipe-men and

the piffararys blow.
And it's there I drove my lady and lord in the

Park of Pincio.

And 'tis there our splendid churches is in all their

pride and glory.
Saint Peter's famous Basilisk and Saint Mary's

Maggiory ;
And them benighted Prodestants, on Sunday they

must go
Outside the town to the preaching-shop by the

gate of Popolo.

Now in this town of famous Room, as I dessay

you have heard,
There is scarcely any gentleman as hasn't got a

beard.
And ever since the world began it was ordained so,
That there should always barbers be wheresumever

beards do grow.

And as it always has been so since the world it

did begin.
The Pope, our Holy Potentate, has a beard upon

his chin ;
And every morning regular when cocks begin to

crow.
There comes a certing party to wait on Pope Pio.

There comes a certing gintleman with razier, soap,

and lather,
A shaving most respectfully the Pope, our Ploly

Father.
And now the dread consperracy I'll quickly to you

show,
Which them sanguinary Prodestants did form

against Nono.



A WOEFUL NEW BALLAD. 217

Them sanguinary Prodestants, which I abore and

hate,
Assembled in the preaching-shop by the Flaminian

gate ;
And they took counsel with their selves to deal a

deadly blow
Against our gentle Father, the Holy Poi'F. Pki.

Exhibiting a wickedness which I never heerd or

read of ;
What do you think them Prodestants wished ? to

cut the good Pope's head off !
And to the kind Pope's Air-dresser the Prodestant

Clark did go.
And proposed him to decapitate the innocent

Pio.

" What hevercan be easier," saiii this Clerk — this

Man of Sin,
" When you arc called to hoperate on His lloli-

ness's chin,
Than just to give the raziera little slip — just so? —
And there's an end, dear barber, of innocent Piu 1"

This wicked conversation it chanced was overerd
Ey an Italian lad)- ; she heard it every word :
Which by birth she Vv-as a Marchioness, in service

forced to go
With the parson of the preaching-shop at the gate

of Popolo.

When the lady heard the news, as duty did obleege,
As fast as her legs could carry her she ran to the

Poleege.
" Polegia," says she (for they pronounts it so),
" They're going for to massvker our Holy Pope

Pio.



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*' The ebomminable Englishmen, the Parsing and

his Clark,
His Hoiiness's Air-dresser devised it in the dark !
And I would recommend you in prison for to

throw
These villians would esassinate the Holy Pope

Pio!

" And for saving of His Holiness and his trebble

crownd
I humbly hope your Worships will give me a

few pound ;
Because I was a Marchioness many years ago.
Before I came to service at the gate of Popolo."

That sackreligious Air-dresser, the Parson and

his man,
Wouldn't though ask'd continyally, own their

wicked plan —
And so the kind Authoraties let those villians go
That was plotting of the murder of the good I'lo

NoNO.

Now isn't this safishnt proof, ye gentlemen at

home.
How wicked is them Prodestants, and how good

our Pope at Rome ;
So let us drink confusion to Lord John and

Lord Minto,
And a health unto His Eminence, and good Poi

NONO.



THE FOUNDLING OF SHORE.DITCH. 219



THE LAMENTABLE BALLAD OF THE
FOUNDLING OF SHOREDITCH.

Come all ye Christian people, and listen to my

tail,
It is all about a doctor was travelling by the rail.
By the H eastern Counties' Railway (vich the

shares I don't desire).
From Ixworth town in Suffolk, vich his name did

not transpire.

A travelling from Bury this Doctor was employed
With a gentleman, a friend of his, vich his name

was Captain Loyd,
And on reaching Marks Tey Station, that is next

beyond Colchest-
er, a lady entered in to them most elegantly

dressed.

She entered into the Carriage all with a tottering

step,
And a pooty little Bayby upon her bussum slep ;
The gentlemen received her with kindness and

siwillaty,
Pitying this lady for her illness and debillaty.

She had a fust-class ticket, this lovely lady said ;
Because it was so lonesome she took a secknd

instead.
Better to travel by secknd class, than sit alone in

the fust,
And the pooty little Baby upon her breast she

nust.

A seein of her cryin, and shiverin and pail.
To her spoke this surging, the Ero of my tail ;



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Haysee you look unwell, Ma'am, I'll elp you if I

can,
And you may tell your case to me, for I'm a

meddicle man.

" Thank you, Sir," the lady said, " I only look so

pale.
Because I ain't accustom'd to travelling on the

Rale ;
I shall be better presnly, when I've ad some

rest :"
And that pooty little Baby she squeeged it to her

breast.

So in conwersation the journey they beguiled,
Capting Loyd and the meddicle man, and the lady

and the child,
Till the warious stations along the line was passed.
For even the lieastern Counties' trains must come

in at last.

^^'llen at Shoreditch tumniinus at lenth stopped

t'ne train.
This kind meddicle gentleman proposed his aid

„ again.
" ihiiiik you. Sir," the lady said, " for your kyind-

ness dear ;
My carridge and my osses is probibbly come here.

" Will you old this baby, please, vilst I step and
see ?"

The Doctor was a famly man : "That I will,"
says he.

Then the little child she kist, kist it very gently,

Vich was sucking his little fist, sleeping inno-
cent 1 v.



THE FOUNDLING OF SHOREDirCH. 22 1

With a sigh from her art, as though she would

have bust it,
Then she gave the Doctor the cliilcl — wery kind

he nust it :
Hup then the lady jumped hoff the bench she sat

from ,
Tumbled down the carridge steps and rr.n along

the platform.

Vile hall the other passengers vent upon their

vays.
The Capting and the Doctor sat there in a maze ;
Some vent in a Ilomminibus, some vent in a

Cabby,
The Capting and the Doctor vaitedvith the babby.

There they sat looking queer, for an hour or

more,
But their feller passinger neather on 'em sore :
Never, never back again did that lady come
To that pooty sleeping Hinfnt a suckin of his

Thum !

What could this pore Doctor do, bein treated thus.
When the darling Baby woke, cryin for its nuss ?
Off he drove to a female friend, vich she was

both kind and mild.
And igsplained to her the circumstance of this

year little child.

That kind lady took the child instantly in her lap.
And made it very comfortable by giving it some

pap ; , . ,

And when she took its close off, what d you thmk

she found ?
A couple of ten pun notes sewn up, in its little

gownd !



2 22 BALLADS OF POLICEMAN X.

Also in its little close was a note which did conwey,
That this little baby's parents lived in a hand-
some way
And for its Headucation they reglarly would pay,
And sirtingly like gentlefolks would claim the

child one day,
If the Christian people who'd charge of it would

say,
Per adwertisement in The Times, where the baby
lay.

Pity of this bayby many people took,

It had such pooty ways and such a pooty look ;

And there came a lady forrard (I wish that I

could see
Any kind lady as would do as much for me ;

And I wish with all my art, some night in ;iiy

night gownd,
I could find a note stitched for ten or twenty

pound) —
There came a lady forrard, that most honorable

did say.
She'd adopt this little baby, which her parents

cast away.

While the Doctor pondered on this hoffer fair.
Comes a letter from Devonshire, from a party

there,
Hordering the Doctor, at its Mar's desire,
To send the little Infant back to Devonshire.

Lost in apoplexity, this pore meddicle man.
Like a sensable gentleman, to the Justice ran ;
Which his name was Mr. Hammill, a honorable

beak.
That takes his seat in Worship Street four times

a week.



THE FOUNDLING OF SHOREDITCH. 2 2^

"O Justice!" says the Doctor, " instrugt me

what to do.
I've come up from the country, to throw myself

on you ;
My patients have no doctor to tend them in their

ills,
(There they are in Suffolk without their draffts

and pills !)

" I've come up from the country, to know how

I'll dispose
Of this pore little baby, and the twenty pun note.

and the close,
And I want to go back to Suffolk, dear Justice, if

you please,
And my patients wants their Doctor, and their

Doctor wants his feez."

Up spoke Mr. Hammill, sittin at his desk,
" This year application does me much perplesk ;
What I do adwise you, is to leave this babby
In the Parish where it was left by its mother
shabby."

The Doctor from his Worship sadly did depart —
He might have left the baby, but he hadn't got

the heart
To go for to leave that Hinnocent, has the laws

allows,
To the tender mussies of the Union House.

Mother, who left this little one on a stranger's

knee.
Think how cruel you have been, and how good

was he !
Think, if you've been guilty, innocent was she :
And do not take unkindly this little word of me :
Heaven be merciful to us all, sinners as we be I



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THE ORGAN-BOY'S APPEAL.

"Westminster Police Coukt. — Policeman X brought
a paper of doggerel verses to the Magistrate, which h;^d
been thrust into his hands, X said, by aa Italian boy, who
ran away immediately afterward.

" The Magistrate, after perusing the lines, looked
hard at X, and said he did not think they were written by
an Italian.

" X, blushing, said he thought the paper read in
Court last week, and which frightened so the old gentle-
man to whom it was addressed, was also not of Italian
origin."

O SiGNOR Broderip, vou are a wickid ole man,
You wexis us little horgin-boys whenever you

can :
How dare you talk of Justice, and go for to seek
To pussicute us horgin-boys, you senguinary

Beek?

Though you set in Vestminster surrounded by

your crushers,
Harrogint and habsolute like the Hortacrat of

hall the Rushers,
Yet there is a better vurld I'd have you for to

know.
Likewise a place vera the henimies of horgin-boys

will go.

O you vickid Hkrod without any pity !
London vithout horgin-boys vood be a dismal city.
Sweet Saint Cicily who first taught horgin-

pipes to blow
Soften the heart of this Magistrit that haggery-

wates us so !

Good Italian gentlemen, fatherly and kind.
Brings us over to London here our horgins for to
grind ;



THE ORGAN-BOY'S APPEAL. 225

Sends us out vith little vite mice and guinea-pigs

also
A popping of the X'easel and a Jumpin of Jim

Crow.

And as us young horgin-boys is grateful in our

turn
We gives to these kind gentlemen hall the money

we earn,
Because that they vood vop us as wery wel \vc

know
Unless we brought our burnings back to them as

loves us so.

O Mr. Broderip ! wery much I'm surprise,
Ven you take your valks abroad where can be

your eyes?
If a Beak had a heart then you'd compryend
Us pore little horgin-boys was the poor man's

friend.

Don't you see the shildren in the droring-rooms
Clapping of their little ands when they year our

toons ?
On their mothers' bussums don't you see the

babbies crow
And down to us dear horgin-boys lots of apence

throw ?

Don't you see the ousemaids (pooty Follies and

Maries),
Ven ve bring our urdigurdis, smiling from the

hairies ?
Then they come out vith a slice o' cole puddn or

a bit o' bacon or so
And give it us young horgin-boys for lunch afore

we go.



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Have you ever seen the Hirish children sport
When our velcome music-box brings sunshine in

the Court ?
To these little paupers who can never pay
Surely all good horgin-boys, for God's love, will

play.

Has for those proud gentlemen, like a serting

B— k
(Vich I von't be pussonal and therefore vil not

speak).
That flings their parler-vinders hup ven ve begin

to play
And cusses us and swears at us in such a wiolent

way,

Instedd of their abewsing and calling hout Poleece
Let em send out John to us vith sixpence or a

shillin apiece.
Then like good young horgin-boys avay from

there we'll go.
Blessing sweet Saint Cicily that taught our

pipes to blow.




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