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AIR.-The King and the Countryman
O! WONDERS sure will never cease,
While works of art do so increase,
No matter whether in war or peace,
Men can do whatever they please.
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A curious tale I can unfold
To all of you, as I was told,
About a soldier stout and bold,
Whose wife, 'tis said, was an arrant


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At Waterloo he lost an arm,
Which gave him pain and great alarm,
But he soon got well, and grew quite

For a shilling a day was a sort of balm Ri tooral, &c.

The story goes, on every night,
His wife would bang him left and right,
So he determined out of spite,
To have an arm, cost what it might.
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He went at once, strange it may seem, To have one made to work by steam, For a ray of a hope began to gleam, That force of arms would win her esteem.

Ri tooral, &c. The limb was finish'd, and fix'd unto, His stump of a shoulder, neat and true, You'd have thought it there by nature grew,

For it stuck to its place as tight as glue Ri tooral, &c.

He started home, and knock'd at the door,

His wife her abuse began to pour,
He turn'd a small peg, and before
She'd time to think, she fell on the

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With policemen soon the place was fill'd,

But every one he nearly kill'd;
For the soldier's arm had been so


That once in action it couldn't be


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They took him at once before the


His arm kept moving all the while there,

The mayor cried, 'Shake your fist, if you dare,'

Then the steam arm knock'd him out of his chair.

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This raised in court a bit of a clamor, The arm going like an auctioneer's hammer,

It fell in weight like a pavior's rammer, And many with fear began to stammer Ri tooral, &c.

He was lock'd in a cell, from doing harm,

To satisfy them who had still a qualm, When all at once they had an alarm, Down fell the walls, and out popp'd the arm.

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He soon escaped, and reach'd his door, And knock'd by steam raps half a


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But as the arm in power grew more

and more,

Bricks, mortar, and wood soon strew'd the floor.

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With eagerness he stepp'd each stair, Popp'd into the room, his wife was there,

"O come to my arms," she cried," my dear,"

When his steamer smash'd the crockery


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He left his house at length outright,
And wanders about just like a sprite,
For he can't get asleep either day or

And his arm keeps moving with a twohorse might.

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THE morn unbars the gates of light, The landscape smiles in beauty bright, The nightingales now swell their throats,

And on the wings of silence floats; Hark! the huntsman's horn so shrill, The woods around with echoes fill! Each sportsman mounts his panting steed,

And o'er the trembling earth they speed,
The welkin resounds,

The horns and the hounds,
Tantara, tantara, &c.

The stag pursues his eager flight, The hunters keep their prey in sight, The staunch old pack, wit



Rush forward o'er each plain and mead;

Hark, hark! the huntsman blows his horn!

The stag's at bay-his fate forlorn! The trembling tears steal from his eyes, And, lost in grief, the antler dies

The welkin resounds, &c.

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