POETRY.
HODGE ON THE JEWBILLEE.
WE lives in a biggish villidge, sum calls it a smallish town,
An' we thinks ourselves good Churchmen, au' we're all for Queen an' Crown : An' Parson he likes things etirrin', so he op an' he sez, see he, "It's time as we 'ad a meetin', to tork o' this Jewbillee."
So the meetin' it cum together, an' Parson he tuk the chair, An' sez he," Dear frends, th' occashun is won huncommonly rare: An' the owld Church wonts a pulpit, an' suminnt to last, yer see, Is the thing as yer shond be seekin,"bove all at a Jewbillee."
Then arter 'im spoke our Plumber, we calls Crochetty Crump, (An' he 'ummd an' he 'awed amazin) " Wot say per to 'avin' a pump: WI' the Royal Harms hemblazou'd, an' hopen to all an' free, An' that 'n11 be summut lastin' to tell of our Jewbillee P" Then next to 'im rose our Brewer, who sad wi' a rennin' leer, " Yer pump be hanged ! Let's gi"em a spred wi' plenty o' beer : An' ther's sum as 'ull 'ave 'ot coppers, a takin' ther glass too free, An' that 'rill be fine an' laetin' to 'mind 'em of Jewbalse." An' the thurd on 'ern wee the Grocer, 'owe name it is Dodger Mills, An' flier's nothin' as be woin't sell yer from grocery up to pills ; An sea he, " Yer beer's all piaon : let's gi"em a holesome tea, Wi' sugar at will : doan't stint 'em, my frends, at a Jewbillee."
Then I 'erd as it wee a martin' fro' won as beside me sat,— Our Butcher—he spoke it sittin', becos he wer' short and fat: An', "Tea's very well for wimmen ; but beef for men," sez he, " Wi' plenty o' suet pudden 's the thing for a Jewbillee."
An' Milkman he brag'd 'is butter, an' Baker ho pufrd 'is bred : An' Parson he tried to stop 'em, but they wosn't at Church, they sod: An' I thort as they'd all get figlitin', for non' on 'em could agree, But each on 'em 'ad 'is 'obby to ride for the jewbillee.
Sez Brewer, " Yer sand yer shugar :" sez Grocer, "That same's a lie;" "If ye say that again," says Brewer, "take care, or I'll black yer eye,"
(Jos' like One of them wild Irish in Parlerment all so free),— " An' that 'ull be summut lastin' to show for yer Jewbillee."
Then suddin I 'erd a snortin' again, an' it's my belief As Butcher 'd 'are gon for summon, unless they had gone for " beef :" So savidge he turn'd on Grocer wr a word as begins with D, Which I'm shore I will never repeat it, at least at a Jewbillee.
But at last they 'aye made things pleasant by takin"em all in a lump, Pulpit, an' beer, an' pudden', an' beef, an' a tea, an' pump : An' the men is to 'ave a dinner, an' the young an' the old a tea, An' that's 'ow we got it settled down 'ere for the Jewbillee.
P.S.
The dinner's for folk not sixty, an' I wer' sixty in May : So I take's my family Bible, an' halters the month an' day : An' if this haint quite propper, why a loyal feller like me He shurely shoudn't be habsent, left hout of a Jewbillee.
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