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CHISELLING THE BURIAL-CLUB.
She went, and she pitched them a tale— With onions her eyes gave a rub;
So they gave her some cash on the nail, So we chiselled the Burial-Club.
Tol tol de rol, etc
We next sent some notes to our friends,
My wife and I shoved them about— With " Mister John Johnson intends
On giving a jolly blow-out 1" We'd a lot of pig's-feet and some bread,
Six gallons of soup in a tub; In fact, they were very well fed,
At the expense of the Burial-Club!
Tol lol de rol, etc
I served out the soup in good style,
To show how genteel I had been; And the old woman showed 'em, the while,
How fast she could put away gin 1 We ate one another, almost—
And, after we'd finished the grub, The old woman gave us a toast:
"Here's long life to the Burial-Club!"
Tol lol de rol, etc,
We had a bass-fiddle and life,
A banjo, and cracked tambourine; But, while dancing, 1 noticed my wife
Steal off with a fellow called Green ! She told me, right bang to my head,
She wished I'd been choked by the grub, For she'd marry him when I was dead,
With the blunt from the Burial-Club.
Tol lol de rol, etc.
We kept up the dancing all night, Till we couldn't dance any more;
And at last we were put in a fright, By a thundering knock at the door—