JACOB'S
Or, His
Written, and delivered

Jacob*, dressed in Chancery, comes forward to
the Audience.

D'ANG it! I be glad to zee ye al 'vow,
What don't ye knaw me?--'d'vorgot my bow.
(Bows awkwardly.)

Why, I be Jacob Gawkey--zure you c'nt well vail
To knaw me, when you zee my vine pig's tail!

In Lunon-Town Pliiv'd a zorry life.
But some do love a deel of noife and strife ;
It wouldn't do vor I--zoo down I come,
And vor this good while paft I've liv'd atwoam.
I' often laugh to think--I can't tell willy,
How pleas'd ! how vrightend ! and amaz'd war I,
To zee the Lunon volk I--twcen I and you
They al do'kna w--how many besans make two !
Thick day that I'zet off--I met a mon;

A ax d how I did--and fleak'd my hon;
I thought un depf' ate kind, and ax his name,

You beent Ralph Dumps ? zaid I--zaid he the very same,
A tak'd exact leek I--but var moor zivil,

But that's not strange, I think a war the devil!

(Nay don't ye laugh--vor I ha heard volk zay

The devil's in Lunon ev'ry night and day),

I thought noa har'n, but while I gap'd about,

A vairly turv'd my pocket infide out !

Zoo off a war--and yi' alt his mighty anfes,

A got noa moor than dree or vower pence ;

Noa, noa thought I, my Gentlemen I'll bawlk ye,

Thou'rt rife Benines to outwit Jacob Gawkey !

My vare egod war phaid, and zoo vor year,
I zaw'd my monky in a bag in here. (Turning his knee thew
I did'nt mind my loll a single hot I, a single pin,
I thought mysel' well off--to zave my skin !)

My skin I--noy vath 'd zayes, 'twar al his years,

They'd zend me back--without my head and ears !

At last however I otdown and safe,

Tis Weh o'this 'bout seven miles and half ;

* Jacob Gawkey it is a Somersetshire Charn, a will drawn charakter in Mrs's early Comedies, The CHAPTERS of ACCIDENTS.

Return from LONDON,
Ramble to BATH.
by Mr. KNIGHT, at

the Theatre, BATH.

It being an idleny, I thought I'd come.

To zee the zights of Bath and then go nome,

What here I'z ed to you I'my ng to zay,

Or it you pleafe--I'l zing it--in a zimple ways

SONG---Tune, ALLEY CROKER.

UP and down, round about, al the streets I'paraded;

And zeed Beaux who'd n't know their beauties war vaded,

Their cuoates wa zoo cut away--breeccnes to expofe zur,

And heads zoo bevizz'd--d'curdles cover'd-half their nofe, zur.

Their cuoates war zoo cut away, &c.

Then the Ladies zoo drofs--they'd do bury all their chin, zur,
Zoo lac'd in the midd'e--to look taper and thin, zur,

While behind, hoops and al, they do need nothing moor, zur,

But weight enow to balance what they carry here avare, zur.

Bench'd hoops, &c.

How I laugh'd, O my sides, to zee some Ladies walking

Al about vaft a sleep ! and what's moor they war talking !

But in a dream I fuppofe, vor al round about their heads, zur,

The curtains war drawn, just as t'hey war in bed, zur,

In a dream, &c.

In the Grezzunt, 'tis as fine a place as ever I did zee, zur,
The Beaux shorten paces with Belles to a zee, zur,

Niddle noddle, to an fro--and to view each that pafles.

For vear their eyes should wear out, they d'fla ve dro' looking

glafles--

(Mimics their manners)

Niddle, noddle, &c.  
aukwardly.)

But pretending foreight, zarves a good turn enow, too,
They can auverlook thefte that they don't wifh to bow too,

And at beaut'es can squinay *with their glafles cock'd to clofes,
zur,

Zometim you would think they war hook'd nofe by nofe,
zur !

At beauties, &c.

* A Somersetshire word for squint.

In the pump room vull cramm'd--tis a zight vor to zee, zur,

And ftranger to tell: there al ranks to do agree, zur.

Vor leek corks in a box, duck upright cheek'd by-jole, zur,

Puth but one, and bob--goes the bodies of the whole, zur.

Leek'corks, &c.

But w'it'pleas'd I the mauld war to zee, in fine weather,

Vine volk ride about in t'nings made of leather,

While two men widlong polls--all the world like a bier, zur,

Trot along with the corpfe--ftuck an end in the air, zur.

Two m'n, &c.

Now you'd hardly believe, but you may if it pleafe yo,

That I got a ride in one--I thought twar zoo yearly,

Trot along they did go--I went b'ibby bob, zur.

(Mimicks the Chairmen.)

A d now and then--b'ng--'gainft the zide went my nob, zur.

Along they, &c.

But al at once they did stop--because they could not paſs, zur

and pop! I'could not help it, went my noddle d'ro'the glafes, zur,

Then quite over zet--dro' the caſement they haul'd me,

Dang it! I shall never voret how they mauld me !

Quite auver, &c.

Al about war zuch racketing, and rioting, and ringing,

Zuch crying and lau'hirg and wudling and z'ing,

And at night--here and there zivil leadies z o pretty !

Do zay--How d'ye do, zur, wherever they domct ye,

At night, &c.

At laft having zeed all the zights and vine places,

Zhops, baths, rooms, parades, and a zighto' strange vices,

I'thought I'd com'ere, th' my tale made ye laugh, zur,

To tell ye this zight pleafes I the b't by half, zur !

(Viewing the Audience.)

I thought, &c.

Now don't ye, dread critics---zhaw a park of ill nature,

My wifh is to pleafe—you may read in each feature,

O the pleasure of pleafing my wifh shall be ever,

And you at to pleafe—me the constant endeavour,

The pleasure of pleafing my wifh shall be ever,

And you'll do to pleafe be my constant endeavour.

(Price ONE PENNY.)