Noo--hearken till me--and I'll beat Matthews or Yates a' to sticks wi'
my impersonations.

TICKLER.

When Kit North is dead,
What will Maga do, sir?
She must go to bed,
And like him die too, sir!
Fal de ral, de ral,
Iram coram dago;
Fal de ral, de ral,
Here's success to Maga.

SHEPHERD.

When death has them flat,
I'll stitch on my weepers,
Put crape around my bat,
And a napkin to my peepers!
Fal de ral, de ral, &c.

NORTH.

Your words go to my heart,
I hear the death-owl flying,
I feel death's fatal dart--
By jingo, I am dying!
Fal de ral, de ral, &c.