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To the grand Panorama that every one talks of,
Away then I goes, and immediately walks off;
Where I was astonished as much as e’er man was
To see a sea-fight on an ocean of canvas;
But some were a-weeping, and some were a-wailling
Where London stood once to see ships now a-sailling
But what in my mind made it still seem the stranger
Tho' I stood in the midst I was still out of danger
With my whack, &c.
As I came back again then, quite sober and steady
I met three or four buckeens attacking a lady,
With my slip of shillelah I made them forbear,
For an Irishman always will fight for the fair;
But the police they call’d, who came great and small
Devil burn me, says I, but I'll leather you all;
And tho' still I was fighting, yet this I will say,
They were tight active fellows at running away.
With my whack, &c.
Then to see a fine play that I ne’er saw before,
To Crow-street I went with three or four more,
And up stairs I walked to see things the better,
The play-bill I bought, tho' I knew not a letter,
But the crowd was so great, and the players so fun
I laugh'd more, I'm sure, than the worth of my money
Altho' with their noise they set me nearly quite mad
When the boys above stairs call’d for Moll in the Wad
With my whack, &c.
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