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THE TURBOT.
A TALE.
Lord Endless walking to the Hall,
Saw a fine Turbot on a stall.
"How much d'ye ask, friend, for this fish ? "
'•Two guineas, Sir."—"Two guineas ! pish ! "
He paused he thought, "Two guineas ! zounds ! "
"Few fish to-day, Sir"—"Come take pounds.
Send it quick to Bedford-square,
Here's a pound note ;—now mind when there,
Ask for one pound, and say that's all—
My Lady's economical."
The fish was sent, my Lady thought it
Superfluous, but—my Lord had bought it.
She paid one pound and cried—"O drat it! "
Yet could not think the fish dear at it.
A knock announces Lady Tatter,
Come for an hour to sit and clatter ;
At length—"My darling Lady E.
I'm so distress'd—you know Lord T.
Can't dine without fish, and 'tis funny,
There's none to-day for love or money."
"Bless us," cried Lady E. "two hours
Ago, a Turbot came, 'tis your's,'
I paid but thirty shillings for it,
You'd say 'twas dirt cheap, if you saw it."
The bargain struck—cash paid—fish gone—
My Lord at dinner came anon ;
He stared to see my Lady smile,
'Twas what he had not seen some while;
There was hasli'd beef, and leeks a boat full, |
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