XVIII.

BAYSWATER.

The Bays came down to water--
Neigh! Neigh! Neigh!
And there they found the Brindled Mules--
Bray! Bray! Bray!
"How dare you muddy the Bays' water
That was as clear as glass?
How dare you drink of the Bays' water,
You children of an Ass?"

"Why shouldn't we muddy your water?
Neigh! Neigh! Neigh!
Why shouldn't we drink of your water,
Pray, pray, pray?
If our Sire was a Coster's Donkey
Our Dam was a Golden Bay,
And the Mules shall drink of the Bays' water
Every other day!"

XIX.

KENTISH TOWN.

As I jogged by a Kentish Town
Delighting in the crops,
I met a Gipsy hazel-brown