THE BALLAD OF ELIZA DAVIS.

New Zealand Spectator and Cook's Strait Guardian, Volume VI, Issue 531, 4 September 1850, Page 4

THE BALL AD OF ELIZA DAVIS.

[From Punch.} , Galliant gents and lovely ladies, List a 1 tail vich late befel, Vich I heard ity being on duty, At the Pleace Hoffice, Clerkenwell. Praps you know the Fondling Chapel, Vere the little children sings ; {Lor ! I likes to hear on Sundies Them there pooty little things !) In this street thqre. lived a housemaid, If you particklarly ask me where — Vy, it was at fo,nr-and-tventy, Guilford Street by Brunsvick Square. Vich her name was Eliza Davis, And 'she went to fetch the beer : In the street' she' met a party As was quite surprised to see her. Vich he vas a British Sailor, ' For to judge him by! his look : Tarry jacket, caavas trowsies, ' Ha-la Mr. T. P. Cooke. Presently this, Mann accpstes Of this hinnoc'ent young galPray, saysee, Excuse my freedom, You're so like my Sister Sal ! You're so like my Sister Sally, - j Both in valk and face and size ; JMiss, thatr-;d»ng my old lee scuppers, ' It brings tears into my heyes i I'm a mate on board a weisel, .I'm a sailor bold and true ; Shiver up my poor old timbers, Let me be a mate for you ! - What's your name, my beauty, tell me ? iAnd she faintly hanseri, "Lore, Sir, my name's Eliza Davit, . And I live at tventy-four." Hofttimes came this British seaman, This deluded gal to meet : And at tventy-four was welcome, Tventy-four in Guilford Street. And Eliza told her Master, (Kinder they than Missuses are), How in marridge he had ast her, Like a, galliant British Tar. And he brought his landlady vith him, (Vich vas all hjs bartful plan), And the told how Charley Thompson Reely vas a good young man. And how she herself had lived, in Many years of union sweet, Vith a gent she met promiskous, Valking in the public street. And Eliza listened to them, ■ And she thought that soon their bands Vould be published, at the Fondlin, v Hand the clergyman jine their ands. And he ast about the lodgers, (Vich her master let some rooms), Likevise vere they kep their things, and Vere her master kep his spoons. j Hand this vicked Charley Thompson Came on Sundy veek to see her, And he sent EJ^za Davis Hout to fetch a pint of beer. Hand while pore Eliza vent to Fetch the beer, dewoid of sin. This etrocious Charley Thompson .Let his witeaccomplish hin. To the lodgers, their appartments, This abandingd female goes, Prigs their shirts and umberellas : Prigs their boots, and hats, and clothes. Vile the scoundrle Charley Thompson, Lest his wictim should escape, Hocust her vith rum and vater, Like a fiend in huming shape. But a hi was fixt upon 'em Vich these raskles little sore ; Namely, Mr. Hide the landlord, Of the house at tventy-four. He was yalkin in his garden, Just afore he vent to sup ; And on looking up he sor the Lodge's vinders lighted hup. Hup the stairs the landlord tumbled ; Something's going wrong, he said ; And he caught the/vicKed woman Underneath the lodger's bed. ' And he called a brother Fleaseman, , ; Vich vas passing on his beat ; Like a true and galliant. feller, , '' Hup anil down' in Guilford Street. And that Pleasemari able-bodied Took this woman to the ceil; Tothe cell vere shewas quodded, In the Close of Clerkenwell. And though yicked Charley' Thompson ■ Boulted likc,a miscreant base, Presently another Pleaseman, , * Took him to the self-same place. An,d this precious pair of raskles Tuesday last came up for doom : By the Beak they was committed, Vich his name was Mr. Combe. Has for poor Eliza, Davis, Simple girl of tventy-four, , ' ,<■, ■She, I ope, vil never listen In the streets to sailors moar.. But if she must aye a srieet-art, (Vich' most every gal expex,) Let her take a jolly pleaseman ; ' ' Vich is name perhaps is X.