That he wore when he went to London-Spaw, And robbed Sir MUNGO MUCKLETHRAW. Out-spoke DOLLY the Chambermaid, (Trembling a little, but not afraid,) "Stand and Deliver, O 'BEAU BROCADE'!" But the BEAU rode nearer, and would not speak, For he saw by the moonlight a rosy cheek; And a spavined mare with a rusty hide; So never a word he spoke as yet, For he thought 'twas a freak of MEG or BET ; A freak of the "Rose" or the "Rummer" set. Out-spoke DOLLY the Chambermaid, (Tremulous now, and sore afraid,) "Stand and Deliver, O 'BEAU BROCADE'!"— Firing then, out of sheer alarm, Hit the BEAU in the bridle-arm. Button the first went none knows where, But it carried away his solitaire; Button the second a circuit made, Glanced in under the shoulder blade ; Down from the saddle fell "BEAU BROCADE"! Down from the saddle and never stirred! DOLLY grew white as a Windsor curd. Slipped not less from the mare, and bound Strips of her kirtle about his wound. Then, lest his Worship should rise and flee, Fettered his ankles-tenderly. Jumped on his chestnut, BET the fleet (Called after BET of Portugal Street); Came like the wind to the old Inn-door ; Roused fat JOHN from a three-fold snore ; Vowed she'd 'peach if he misbehaved. Staines and Windsor were all on fire :- But whether His M-J-STY saw her or not, HOGARTH jotted her down on the spot ; And something of DOLLY one still may trace In the fresh contours of his "Milkmaid's" face GEORGE the Guard fled over the sea: JOHN had a fit of perplexity; Turned King's evidence, sad to state : But JOHN was never immaculate. C |