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Tlio' the rivers won't flow 



In the frost and the snow, 



And for fish other folks vainly try, sir ; 



Tet you'll have a treat, 



For, in cold or in heat, 



Ton can still take perch with s-Jly, sir. 



In love, too, oh Dick, 



(Tho' you oft when love-sick 



On the course of good breeding may trample ; 



And though often heupeck'd, 



Tet) you scorn to neglect 



To set all mankind an eggsample. 



Tour opinions 'tis true 



Are flighty a few. 



But at this I, for one, will not grumble ; 



So — your breakfast you've got. 



And you're off like a shot, 



Dear Dicky, your humble cum-tumlle."* 



* Hone's Every-Day Book, vol. iii. p. 364 (1838). Copied from the Examiner, Feb. 12, 1815. 



