The Ballad of "Beau Brocade." And wherever Purity found abode, "Forty" followed to "Thirty-nine." Glorious days of the Hanover line! Princes were born, and drums were banged Now and then batches of Highwaymen hanged. "Glorious news!"-from the Spanish Main; PORTO-BELLO at last was ta'en. "Glorious news!"-for the liquor trade; Nobody dreamed of "BEAU BROCADE." People were thinking of Spanish Crowns; Money was coming from seaport towns! Nobody dreamed of "BEAU BROCADE," (Only DOLLY the Chambermaid!) Blessings on VERNON! Fill up the cans; Money was coming in "Flys" and "Vans." Possibly, JOHN the Host had heard; And DOLLY had possibly tidings, too, That made her rise from her bed anew, Plump as ever, but stern of eye, With a fixed intention to warn the "Fly." |