.?J?4 (?OMIC SONGS, They* angled so pliant for ?ull and for client, As sharp as a weazle for rata; Till what with their saw-dust, and what with their law- dust, They blinded the eves of the flats. Then hey for the saw?)-er, and hey for the lawyer, Make hay, for it's going to rain! And saw 'era and law 'era, and work *era and quirk 'era, And at 'em again and again. Jack brought to the people, a bill for the steeple, The? swore that they wouldn't be bit; But out of a saw*pit, is into a law-pit, Tim tickled 'era up with a writ. Cried Jack, the saw rasper, "I say neighbor (]rasper, We both of us buy in the stocks; While 1, ?or my savings, turn blocks into shavings, You, lawyer, are shaving the blocks.'* Then hey, Jack frolicked in clover, and when work was over, Oot drunk at the George, for a freak, But Timothy Gordon--he stood for church warden, A?d eat 'himself dead in a week; Jack made him a coffin, but Timothy off ? in A loud clap'of thunder had flown, When lawyers lie level, be sure that the devil. Looks sharp enough after his own. Then hey, THE MISERIF? OF MATRIMONY. OH, listen awhile to poor Dicky Scragg, Heigho, said Dicky! Who fell deep in love with one Biddy Bragg, And with her each night would spen/] every mag, With his wooing, suing, Buns and blue ruin, ' I'm all night, thought poor little Dicky! 0,?,?,?Google
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