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FROM THE MORNING POST	A
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LOST near the 'Change in the city	B
I saw there a girl that seemed pretty	B
'Joe Steel ' a short cross looking varlet	B
With a visage as red as scarlet	B
His nose and chin of a hue	C
Approaching nearly to blue	C
With legs just the length and no more	D
That will trot him from door to door	D
And a most capacious paunch	E
Fed with many a venison haunch	E
Whoever will bring the same	F
To a tailor's of the name	F
Of Patterson Watson and Co	G
Shall receive a guinea or so	G
And that all may understand	B
And bring him safe to hand	B
I subjoin as well as I can	H
The character of the man	H
He's a grumpy sort of a fellow	G
Till liquor has made him mellow	G
The sort of man who never	I
Wishes your guests to be clever	I
When he's asked to come and dine	J
But only wants his wine	J
He is but a stupid ass	K
Even when he's filled his glass	K
And emptied it too a dozen	L
Times with some civil cousin	L
I don't remember his saying	M
Aught that meant more than braying	M
We met and we talked together	I
Of politics and the weather	I
Of the taxes and the king	M
And that silly sort of thing	M
But he never would give an opinion	L
As to the sort of dominion	L
He should like to live under if we	B
To think of such things were free	B
He said it was all speculation	L
More harm than good to the nation	L
He wouldn't abuse the Commons	N
Nor admire a pretty woman's	N
Ancle that tripped thro' the park	M
When it wasn't light or dark	M
Laugh at him he turned sour	I
Talk gravely his brow would lower	I
Sometimes he wished to grow fat	B
I'm sure it was needless that	B
When he was over fed	B
Or out of spirits he said	B
Sometimes he wished to be thin	O
When he poured fresh spirits in	O
But he never when we were alone	P
Said any thing new of his own	P
The merrier you were the more	D
He grumbled and fumed and swore	D
The happier you were the less	Q
He cared for your happiness	R
We never agreed for a day	B
Except when one was away	B
And meeting too often of late	B
It was my peculiar fate	B
To say something bitter and bad	B
About wives being not to be had	B
When a batchelor got a red nose	S
And his short legs were shrunk in his hose	S
It was witty but cost me my friend	B
For being too late to amend	B
He took it amiss that I	T
The defects of his form should spy	T
Perchance he had borne a few jeers	U
On the purple hue of his ears	V
But to say that his legs were small	W
Oh his heart's blood was turned to gall	W
So leaving his bottle he swore	D
That he never would enter my door	D
And I chuckled within my own heart	B
Snapped my fingers and saw him depart	B
But alas now I've lost him I find	B
There was no one so much to my mind	B
I have now got a good tempered fellow	G
But he tells me my face is grown yellow	G
I've got a new friend that is clever	I
But he's brewing his good things for ever	I
Another who talks at a rate	B
That is frightful of church and of state	B
And never will give in a jot	B
Tho' you reason and bawl till you're hot	B
Another but why should I bring	M
Of friends as of onions a string	M
To my dinners except that I feel	X
No number can make a Joe Steel	X
When they're lively I think it a bore	D
When they're silent I miss him the more	D
I miss him when I would recall	W
Some fact of my youth to them all	W
Not one of my friends seems to care	Y
If I once had a head of black hair	Y
Not one of them seems to believe	Z
How the pretty girls once used to grieve	Z
When they missed me amongst them Oh no	G
I can have no friend equal to Joe	G
I miss his round red surly face	A2
I miss his short legs from their place	A2
I miss him I'm growing quite sad	B
I think my old port is turned bad	B
I miss him and draw this conclusion	L
Tho' others may think it delusion	L
That with all their worst faults at their back	M
And I'm sure poor Joe Steel had a pack	M
Tho' they never can alter or mend	B
There's no friend like a very old friend	B

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

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