There's Alderman Toad and his lady,

'Twas they gave the Clart and the Poort,
And the poine-apples, turbots, and lobsters,
To feast the Lord Liftinint's Coort.
But now that the quality's goin,

I warnt that the aiting will stop,
And you'll get at the Alderman's teeble
The devil a bite or a dthrop,

Or chop,

And the butcher may shut up his shop.

Yes, the grooms and the ushers are goin,
And his Lordship, the dear honest man,
And the Duchess, his eemiable leedy,

And Corry, the bould Connellan,
And little Lord Hyde and the childthren,
And the Chewter and Governess tu;

And the servants are packing their boxes, -
O, murther, but what shall I due

Without you?

O Meery, with oi's of the blue!

MR. MOLONY'S ACCOUNT OF THE BALL

GIVEN TO THE NEPAULESE AMBASSADOR BY THE PENINSULAR AND

ORIENTAL COMPANY.

O WILL ye choose to hear the news,

Bedad, I cannot pass it o'er:

I'll tell you all about the Ball
To the Naypaulase Ambassador.
Begor! this fête all balls does bate,
At which I worn a pump, and I
Must here relate the splendthor great
Of th' Oriental Company.

These men of sinse dispoised expinse,

To fête these black Achilleses.

"We'll show the blacks," says they, "Almack's, And take the rooms at Willis's."

With flags and shawls, for these Nepauls,

They hung the rooms of Willis up,

And decked the walls, and stairs, and halls,
With roses and with lilies up.

And Jullien's band it tuck its stand,

So sweetly in the middle there,

And soft bassoons played heavenly chunes,
And violins did fiddle there.

And when the Coort was tired of spoort,
I'd lave you, boys, to think there was
A nate buffet before them set,

Where lashins of good dhrink there was!

At ten before the ball-room door,

His moighty Excellency was,

He smoiled and bowed to all the crowd,
So gorgeous and immense he was.
His dusky shuit, sublime and mute,
Into the door-way followed him;
And O the noise of the blackguard boys,
As they hurrood and hollowed him!

The noble Chair* stud at the stair,

And bade the dthrums to thump; and he
Did thus evince to that Black Prince

The welcome of his Company.

* James Matheson, Esq., to whom, and the Board of Directors of the Peninsular and Oriental Company, I, Timotheus Malony, late stoker on board the Iberia, the Lady Mary Wood, the Tagus, and the Oriental steamships, humbly dedicate this production of my grateful

muse.

O fair the girls, and rich the curls,

And bright the oys, you saw there, was; And fixed each oye, ye there could spoi,

On Gineral Jung Bahawther was!

This Gineral great then tuck his sate,
With all the other ginerals,
(Bedad, his troat, his belt, his coat,
All bleezed with precious minerals ;)
And as he there, with princely air,
Recloinin on his cushion was,

All round about his royal chair,

The squeezin and the pushin was.

O Pat, such girls, such Jukes, and Earls,

Such fashion and nobilitee!

Just think of Tim, and fancy him

Amidst the hoigh gentility!

There was Lord De L'Huys, and the Portygeese

Ministher and his lady there,

And I reckonized, with much surprise,

Our messmate, Bob O'Grady, there;

There was Baroness Brunow, that looked like Juno,

And Baroness Rehausen there,

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And Countess Roullier, that looked peculiar
Well, in her robes of gauze in there.
There was Lord Crowhurst (I knew him first,
When only Mr. Pips he was),
And Mick O'Toole, the great big fool,
That after supper tipsy was.

There was Lord Fingall and his ladies all,
And Lords Killeen and Dufferin,

And Paddy Fife, with his fat wife;

I wondther how he could stuff her in.
There was Lord Belfast, that by me past,
And seemed to ask how should I go there?
And the Widow Macrae, and Lord A. Hay,

And the Marchioness of Sligo there.

Yes, Jukes, and Earls, and diamonds, and pearls,
And pretty girls, was spoorting there;
And some beside (the rogues!) I spied,
Behind the windies, coorting there.

O, there's one I know, bedad, would show
As beautiful as any there,

And I'd like to hear the pipers blow,

And shake a fut with Fanny there!