168 THE OLD MAID, THE CAT, 
Attracting they with various charms 
All hearers and beholders, 
With hurdy-gurdies on their arms 
And Monkeys on their shoulders. 
When Pussy first ran off, the tune 
He play’d was ‘* Off She Goes,” 
But chang’d it to “ All’s Well” as soon 
As in the tree she rose. 
And now the cry on ev’ry side 
Was how to get her down, 
And each of the spectators tried 
Some method of his own. 
The different folks had all their jokes 
At Pussy’s curious station ; 
Some shook the tree, some thought to coax, 
Some tried intimidation. 
The good old maid her hauds did wring, 
“ A shilling boon,” quoth she, 
“ To him who will in safety bring 
The cat from yonder tree.” 
The organ-boy he was no dunce, 
The offer when he heard, he 
Took up his monkey, and at once 
Set down his hurdy-gurdy. 
« And now,” says he, ‘ Jacko, my boy,” 
And stroked him on the crown, 
“This shining nut shall be your joy, 
When you bring pussy down.” 
