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THE WATCHMAN.
from mr.dibdin's "castles in the air"
A Watchman I am, and I know all the round,
The house-keepers the strays, & the lodgers,
Where low devils, & rich den’s, & high tips may be found,
Odd dickies, queer kids, & rum codgers,
Of money, and of property,
I'm he that takes care,
and cries, when I see rogues go by,
Hey! what are you doing there!
"Only, a little business in that house; you understand me."——— "Understand you! well I believe you are an honest man; do you hear, bring ane an odd silver candlestick or so by and by."
Then to my box I creep,
And there shall fast asleep———
What’s that?———St Paul’s strikes one;
Thus after all the mischief’s done,
I goes and gives them warning,
And loudly bawls,
As strikes St Paul’s,
past one O’clock, and a cloudy morning.
Then, round as the hour I merrily cries,
Another fine mess I discover
For a curious rope-ladder I straightway espies,
And miss Forward expecting her lover.
Then to each others arms they fly———
“ My life, my soul, ah! ah!”———
Fine work, Miss Hot-upon’t,” cries I,
I'll knock up your Papa.”
