With the high and the low, he 's his failings we know,
And his moments of weakness, no doubt.
Since the world first begun there were specks on the sun,
Then why should King Steam be without?
Then hurrah for King Steam, &c.
Old Morgan the Miller.
A Judgment.
Old Morgan got up, and old Morgan sat down,
And he got up again in a flurry,
Struck the dog, kicked the cat, then laid hold of his hat,
And left home in a deuce of a hurry.
Whatever can it be that has vexed the old man,
And so put him about as all this?
The secret I'll tell, he saw Rob, at the well,
Give his niece, gentle Mabel, a kiss!
Well, well, you inquire, is that just cause for ire?
For young folks will be young folks still:
It perhaps may be so, but old Morgan, you know,
Won't have such goings on at the mill.
Old Morgan has hastened across the long mead,
Old Morgan has turned up the lane,
Old Morgan is looking so angry, indeed,
As he ne'er would look pleasant again.
