...clean away, And carried off my " Coke." They pick'd my " Locke," to me far more Than Bramah's patent's worth ; And now my losses I deplore Without a " Home " on earth. If once a book you let them lift, Another they conceal ; For though I caught them stealing " Swift,"...

...Colman " clean away, and carried off uiy " Coke." They picked my " Locke," to me far more than Braraah's patent worth, And now my losses I deplore, without a " Home " on earth. If once a book you let them lift, another they conceal, For though 1 caught them stealing " Swift,"...

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...My " Johnson" proved a Walker. While studying o'er the fire one day My " Hobbes," amidst the smoke; And now my losses I deplore Without a " Home" on earth. They picked my " Locke," to me far more Than Bremen's patent's worth ; Another they conceal ; For though...

...one night, And pocketed my " Campbell." They picked my " Locke," to me far more Than patent locks are worth ; And now my losses I deplore Without a " Home" on earth. If once a book you let them lift, Another they conceal ; For though I caught them stealing " Swift,"...

...Last winter sore was shaken ; Of Lamh I've hut a quarter left, Nor conld I save my Bacon. They picked my Locke, to me far more Than Bramah's patent worth ; And now my losses I deplore, Without a Hume on earth. Even Glover's works I caunot put My frozen hands upon, Though, ever since I lost my...

...— I suffer from these shocks ; And thougli I've fixed a lock on Gray, There's gray upon my locks. They still have made me slight returns. And thus my...For oh ! they've cured me of my Bums, And eased my Akensldc. But all I think I shall not say, Nor let my anger burn ; For as they have not found me Gay,...

...Last winter sire was shaken ; Of Lamb I've but a quarter left, Nor could I save my Bacon. They picked my Locke, to me far more Than Bramah's patent worth;...now my losses I deplore» Without a Home on earth, Even GloTer's works 1 cannot put My frozen hands upon, Though ever since I lost my Foote, My Bunyan...

...Last winter sore was shaken ; Of Lamb I've but a quarter left, Nor could I save my Bacon. They picked my Locke, to me far more Than Bramah's patent worth...now my losses I deplore. Without a Home on earth. Even Oliver's works I cannot put My frozen hands upon, Though ever since I lost my Foote, My Bunyan...

...— I suffer from those shocks ; And though I 'vc fixed a lock on GRAT, There 's gray upon my locks. 'They still have made me slight returns, And thus my grief divide ; For oh 1 they 've cured me of my BURN!, And eased my AKENSIDK. ' But all I think I shall not say, Nor let...