poor fellows, that you sing us such old trash? you see that we stop you
at the first word."

"_It was a prince's daughter_--"

"_And she would married be_" replied the hemp-beater. "Go on, go on to
another! we know that a little too well."


THE GRAVE-DIGGER.

What do you say to this:

"_When from Nantes I was returning_--"


THE HEMP-BEATER.

"_I was weary, do you know! oh! so weary_." That's a song of my
grandmother's day. Give us another one.


THE GRAVE-DIGGER.

"_The other day as I was walking_--"


THE HEMP-BEATER.

"_Along by yonder charming wood_!" That's a silly one! Our grandchildren