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186 UNTTED STATES
An Irishman, of whom they say
Love-making all his trade is.
Whose chief deUght, both night and day,
Is to charm and please the ladies.
Tol de rol lol, &c
JLondon Adulterations.
TUNE—"Dennis Bul^uddery."
London tradesmen, 'tis plain, at no roguery stop.
They adulterate every thing they've in their shop;
You must buy what they sell, and they seU what they
please.
For they would if they could, sell the moon for green
cheese.
Tantarantara, what, what horrible roguery.
Imitation, 'tis well known, is now all the rage.
Every thing imitated is in this rai'C age;
Peas, coftee, beer, butter, milk, &c.—in brief.
No doubt'they'll soon imitate mutton and beef.
The grocer sells ash leaves, and sloe leaves for tea.
Ting'dvvith7)j^^c/i/;/7?X^andT;m//\or/yJustUkeBohea.
What^/o-ry poison means, Sloman now has found out,
We shaU to a T he poisoned no doubt
Other grocers for pepper, sell trash caU'd P. D.
And burnt horse beans, for coflee—how can such
things be ]
Now, I really do tJ^^nk, those who make such a sUp,
And treat us like horses, deserve a horsew/iip
The milkman, although he is honest he vows.
Milks his pumps night and morn quite as oft as his
cows:
Claps you plenty of chalk in your score—^what a bilk:
And, egad, claps you plenty of chaUc in your mUk