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Young Master Pig you here may seeUpon his tender Mother’s kneeNo longer he with patience sucksFor See, he’s cutting both his tusks. Behold him now in Go Cart safely tiedHis pretty feet go trotting side by sideOld Granny smiles and grunting seems to say“Ce petit prodige c’est moi qui l’ai fait.” To Master Goat next Pig is sentWhose learning is most excellentBut all his pains can’t make this blockSay A. B. C. or “hic, hac, hoc.” Our Piggy next an Oxford fopWith Cravat large and Brutus TopAnd when young Stag his coat has slipt onHe’ll strut away like any Skipton. For Hunting now he takes his CueBut other Game soon comes in ViewMiss Crane he spies! he feels the fireAnd falls in Love as into mire. At Concert met with lengthen’d throatMiss Crane screams out the dulcet noteThe wondering Piggy takes his BowAnd draws in Love “Con Strepito.” To Discord now I tune my taleThe Captain bows, Miss Crane is frailThe jealous Pig grunts loud and soreAnd vows this Greyhound’s quite a bore. A Challenge sent, the Foes are met,On blood and murder both are setMiss Crane looks on well pleased to seeThe Captain stuck by bold Piggy. With conquest flushed Pig struts awayTo Mam and Dad while drinking teaOld Mam looks cross but Miss looks kindAnd takes the note he slips behind. T’elope’s the word and down she goesWith fur on neck and veil on noseWhile Poll her maid with light and rope-aAt once assists and saves a faux pas. Now side by side in Dickey plac’dTo Gretna Green they speed with hasteWhile Poll and Stag sit Vis á VisAnd quiz the Pupil of the B:D:C:*
* Barouche Driving Club.
T’wixt cup and lip Alas! we seeBoth wine and lovers spilt may be.Against the Post, the horses runThe Reins are lost the Coachman’s flungPig flies aloft, Miss tumbles downBroke is her neck, and crack’d his crown!Moral.
Behold the crisis of our awful storyAnd catch this Moral from the Scene before yeIf e’er at Gretna Green a lover glancesCrane-necks remember, and beware mischances....