AT THE SIGN OF THE LYRE.
"At the Sign of the Lyre,"Good Folk, we present youWith the pick of our quire,And we hope to content you!
Here be Ballad and Song,The fruits of our leisure,Some short and some long—May they all give you pleasure!
But if, when you read,They should fail to restore you,Farewell, and God-speed—The world is before you!
THE LADIES OF ST. JAMES'S.
A PROPER NEW BALLAD OF THE COUNTRY AND THE TOWN.