to start and glow,
When of this dread consperracy you honest folks
The news of this consperracy and villianous
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
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
And them benighted Prodestants, on Sunday they
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
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
The Pope, our Holy Potentate, has a beard upon
his chin ;
And every morning regular when cocks begin to
There comes a certing party to wait on Pope Pio.
There comes a certing gintleman with razier, soap,
A shaving most respectfully the Pope, our Ploly
And now the dread consperracy I'll quickly to you
Which them sanguinary Prodestants did form
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Them sanguinary Prodestants, which I abore and
Assembled in the preaching-shop by the Flaminian
And they took counsel with their selves to deal a
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
" What hevercan be easier," saiii this Clerk â€” this
Man of Sin,
" When you arc called to hoperate on His lloli-
Than just to give the raziera little slip â€” just so? â€”
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
When the lady heard the news, as duty did obleege,
As fast as her legs could carry her she ran to the
" Polegia," says she (for they pronounts it so),
" They're going for to massvker our Holy Pope
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*' The ebomminable Englishmen, the Parsing and
His Hoiiness's Air-dresser devised it in the dark !
And I would recommend you in prison for to
These villians would esassinate the Holy Pope
" And for saving of His Holiness and his trebble
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
Wouldn't though ask'd continyally, own their
wicked plan â€”
And so the kind Authoraties let those villians go
That was plotting of the murder of the good I'lo
Now isn't this safishnt proof, ye gentlemen at
How wicked is them Prodestants, and how good
our Pope at Rome ;
So let us drink confusion to Lord John and
And a health unto His Eminence, and good Poi
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THE LAMENTABLE BALLAD OF THE
FOUNDLING OF SHOREDITCH.
Come all ye Christian people, and listen to my
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
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
er, a lady entered in to them most elegantly
She entered into the Carriage all with a tottering
And a pooty little Bayby upon her bussum slep ;
The gentlemen received her with kindness and
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
Better to travel by secknd class, than sit alone in
And the pooty little Baby upon her breast she
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
And you may tell your case to me, for I'm a
" Thank you, Sir," the lady said, " I only look so
Because I ain't accustom'd to travelling on the
I shall be better presnly, when I've ad some
And that pooty little Baby she squeeged it to her
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
This kind meddicle gentleman proposed his aid
" 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
The Doctor was a famly man : "That I will,"
Then the little child she kist, kist it very gently,
Vich was sucking his little fist, sleeping inno-
cent 1 v.
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With a sigh from her art, as though she would
have bust it,
Then she gave the Doctor the cliilcl â€” wery kind
he nust it :
Hup then the lady jumped hoff the bench she sat
Tumbled down the carridge steps and rr.n along
Vile hall the other passengers vent upon their
The Capting and the Doctor sat there in a maze ;
Some vent in a Ilomminibus, some vent in a
The Capting and the Doctor vaitedvith the babby.
There they sat looking queer, for an hour or
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
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
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Also in its little close was a note which did conwey,
That this little baby's parents lived in a hand-
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
Per adwertisement in The Times, where the baby
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
Any kind lady as would do as much for me ;
And I wish with all my art, some night in ;iiy
I could find a note stitched for ten or twenty
There came a lady forrard, that most honorable
She'd adopt this little baby, which her parents
While the Doctor pondered on this hoffer fair.
Comes a letter from Devonshire, from a party
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
That takes his seat in Worship Street four times
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
(There they are in Suffolk without their draffts
and pills !)
" I've come up from the country, to know how
Of this pore little baby, and the twenty pun note.
and the close,
And I want to go back to Suffolk, dear Justice, if
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
The Doctor from his Worship sadly did depart â€”
He might have left the baby, but he hadn't got
To go for to leave that Hinnocent, has the laws
To the tender mussies of the Union House.
Mother, who left this little one on a stranger's
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. â€” 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
" 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
O SiGNOR Broderip, vou are a wickid ole man,
You wexis us little horgin-boys whenever you
How dare you talk of Justice, and go for to seek
To pussicute us horgin-boys, you senguinary
Though you set in Vestminster surrounded by
Harrogint and habsolute like the Hortacrat of
hall the Rushers,
Yet there is a better vurld I'd have you for to
Likewise a place vera the henimies of horgin-boys
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
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Sends us out vith little vite mice and guinea-pigs
A popping of the X'easel and a Jumpin of Jim
And as us young horgin-boys is grateful in our
We gives to these kind gentlemen hall the money
Because that they vood vop us as wery wel \vc
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
If a Beak had a heart then you'd compryend
Us pore little horgin-boys was the poor man's
Don't you see the shildren in the droring-rooms
Clapping of their little ands when they year our
On their mothers' bussums don't you see the
And down to us dear horgin-boys lots of apence
Don't you see the ousemaids (pooty Follies and
Ven ve bring our urdigurdis, smiling from the
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
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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
Has for those proud gentlemen, like a serting
(Vich I von't be pussonal and therefore vil not
That flings their parler-vinders hup ven ve begin
And cusses us and swears at us in such a wiolent
Instedd of their abewsing and calling hout Poleece
Let em send out John to us vith sixpence or a
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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