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A PARODY. 69
Now they all left the place in such a terrible mess, All covered with portions of bonnets and dress, Until, quite exhausted, they all fell asleep, And there next mornin' they all lay in a heap! (Spoken.) The dhrunken bastes, to sleep in their clothes, like pig's!
Now if ever I venture to go there again,
There's one thing I'll tell, and that's mighty plain-—
I'll not forget soon, faix! if ever at all,
The illigant fight we'd at Higgins's ball.
There was, etc.
PARODY ON "MOTHER, I'VE COME HOME TO DIE."
An Original Conglomeration of Titles.
By E. T. Johnston.
Dear mother, I remember well
"That nice youug gal from New Jersey ;" She said, " Oh kiss, but never tell!"
"How are you, black-horse cavalry?" "Then let me like a soldier fall,"
"When the swallows homeward fly;" " Come, landlord, fill the flowing bowl"—
" Dear mother, I've come home to die."
" Call me pet names," " Annie Lisle," " A bully boy with a glass eye;"
"Oh, let her rip! she's all 0. K."— " Dear mother, I've come home to die."
" Oh, hark ! I hear an angel sing"
"I'll be free and easy still!" My love he is sailor-boy,"
With "The sword of Bunker Hill"