1830.] Mother Shipton' s Prophecies. 115 



In the year that's now beginning, 



Full five hundred noble wives, 



Not content with private sinning, 



Shall give all the world their lives ; 

 All their conquests o'er " moustaches," 

 All their lovers in the Guards, 



All revealed by (***) stars, and ( ) dashes, 



Till the blind can tell their cards ; 

 All the grandees, 

 All the dandies, 



All the club and Crockford tribe, 

 All the dukes 

 Of White's and Brooks', 

 Shall their desperate pens describe, 

 All those Wives of Bath" have tript on. 

 Hark ! the rhymes of Mother Shipton ! 



In the year that's now beginning," 



England's King shall have a home, 

 Where the Guards their drums are dinning, 



Where old Nash has built a dome ; 

 Emblem of a Yorkshire pudding ! " * ' f 



Emblem of a wigless head ! 

 Emblem of a dunghill budding, 

 Aptly covered o'er with lead ! 

 Engines smoking, 

 Senses choking, 

 Pool in front and pool in rear, 

 Harlots prowling, 

 Rabble howling 

 All to charm the royal ear ; 

 Thus, by taste our purse is dipt on. 

 Hark ! the rhymes of Mother Shipton ! 



In the year that's now beginning, 



Wellington shall out be kicked 

 Scorn shall o'er his fall be grinning ; 

 Peel again be conscience-pricked ; 

 Lyndhurst play again the Tory ; 



Goulburne say his backward prayers ; 

 Herries with repentance bore ye ; 



Murray slide down the back stairs ; 

 All the swordsmen, 

 All the Boardsmen, 

 All the epauletted crew, 

 Head and heel, 

 Sash and steel : 



Thanks to One who lives at Kew ! 

 Cumberland's the soil they've slipt on. 

 Hark ! the rhymes of Mother Shipton ! 

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