Chapter of
Donkies

Printed and sold by J, Pitts, 14, Great St
Andrew-street, Seven Dials.

COME none of your nonsense I'm not to be had,
I'm call'd dashing Dick the Tothill fields lad,
About donkies I'm going to tip you a song,
Which some of the watering places do throng,
Cam up Neddy gee whoa Neddy cam up Neddy gee
up and gee ho.

What tho' I don't keep a barouche of my own,
I've a stand of fine asses and they are the ton,
To Margate to Brighton to let them I go,
Where all sorts of asses do make a fine shew.

Cam up Neddy, &c.

Your ladies of fashion of every degree,
For a ride in the morning are mounted by me,
You may laugh at their fancy but lord they don't mind
While Johnny the footman keeps whipping behind.

Cam up Neddy, &c.

Ven I comes it on Sunday with Poll by my side,
Vy I doesn't envy my lord and his bride,
Tho' my shay and my Neddies are not over grand,
I take care that Polly shan't have the whip hand.

Cam up Neddy, &c.

There's a great many people as I will maintain,
Who like me does by asses a lively-hood gain,
Quack doctors and lawyers and gamblers too,
If it was not for asses pray what would they do.

Cam up Neddy, &c.

T'other day when a donkey I took to be shod,
A queer Bond street lounger popp'd in rather odd,
He too wanted shoeing as I could discern,
Whoa master says I every ass in his turn.

Cam up Neddy, &c.

Stop Neddy cried I t'other day in the street,
When one of those kiddies I chanc'd for to meet,
His name being Ned he look'd round thro' his glas
Says I ' I don't mean you | mean Neddy my ass.

Cam up Neddy &c.

So now there's an end of my song you'd ye see,
Pray what do you think of my Neddy and me,
Tisn't easy to say if my ditty don't pass,

Whether Neddy or I will look most like an ass,