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My name is Pleaceman X	A
Last night I was in bed	B
A dream did me perplex	A
Which came into my Edd	B
I dreamed I sor three Waits	C
A playing of their tune	D
At Pimlico Palace gates	C
All underneath the moon	D
One puffed a hold French horn	E
And one a hold Banjo	F
And one chap seedy and torn	E
A Hirish pipe did blow	F
They sadly piped and played	B
Dexcribing of their fates	C
And this was what they said	B
Those three pore Christmas Waits	C
	-
'When this black year began	G
This Eighteen forty eight	B
I was a great great man	G
And king both vise and great	B
And Munseer Guizot by me did show	F
As Minister of State	B
	-
'But Febuwerry came	H
And brought a rabble rout	B
And me and my good dame	H
And children did turn out	B
And us in spite of all our right	B
Sent to the right about	B
	-
'I left my native ground	B
I left my kin and kith	I
I left my royal crownd	B
Vich I couldn't travel vith	I
And without a pound came to English ground	B
In the name of Mr Smith	I
	-
'Like any anchorite	B
I've lived since I came here	J
I've kep myself quite quite	B
I've drank the small small beer	K
And the vater you see disagrees vith me	L
And all my famly dear	K
	-
'O Tweeleries so dear	K
O darling Pally Royl	F
Vas it to finish here	J
That I did trouble and toyl	F
That all my plans should break in my ands	M
And should on me recoil	F
	-
'My state I fenced about	B
Vith baynicks and vith guns	N
My gals I portioned hout	B
Rich vives I got my sons	N
O varn't it crule to lose my rule	F
My money and lands at once	O
	-
'And so vith arp and woice	O
Both troubled and shagreened	B
I hid you to rejoice	O
O glorious England's Queend	B
And never have to veep like pore Louis Phileep	P
Because you out are cleaned	B
	-
'O Prins so brave and stout	B
I stand before your gate	B
Pray send a trifle hout	B
To me your pore old Vait	B
For nothink could be vuss than it's been along vith us	O
In this year Forty eight '	-
	-
'Ven this bad year began '	-
The nex man said seysee	O
'I vas a Journeyman	G
A taylor black and free	L
And my wife went out and chaired about	B
And my name's the bold Cuffee	L
	-
'The Queen and Halbert both	I
I swore I would confound	B
I took a hawfle hoath	I
To drag them to the ground	B
And sevral more with me they swore	Q
Aginst the British Crownd	B
	-
'Aginst her Pleacemen all	F
We said we'd try our strenth	I
Her scarlick soldiers tall	F
We vow'd we'd lay full lenth	I
And out we came in Freedom's name	H
Last Aypril was the tenth	I
	-
'Three 'undred thousand snobs	O
Came out to stop the vay	L
Vith sticks vith iron knobs	O
Or else we'd gained the day	B
The harmy quite kept out of sight	B
And so ve vent avay	L
	-
'Next day the Pleacemen came	H
Rewenge it was their plann	G
And from my good old dame	H
They took her tailor mann	G
And the hard hard beak did me bespeak	R
To Newgit in the Wann	G
	-
'In that etrocious Cort	B
The Jewry did agree	L
The Judge did me transport	B
To go beyond the sea	L
And so for life from his dear wife	L
They took poor old Cuffee	L
	-
'O Halbert Appy Prince	O
With children round your knees	O
Ingraving ansum Prints	O
And taking hoff your hease	O
O think of me the old Cuffee	L
Beyond the solt solt seas	O
	-
'Although I'm hold and black	S
My hanguish is most great	B
Great Prince O call me back	S
And I vill be your Vait	B
And never no more vill break the Lor	Q
As I did in 'Forty eight '	-
	-
The tailer thus did close	O
A pore old blackymore rogue	T
When a dismal gent uprose	O
And spoke with Hirish brogue	T
'I'm Smith O'Brine of Royal Line	G
Descended from Rory Ogue	T
	-
'When great O'Connle died	B
That man whom all did trust	B
That man whom Henglish pride	B
Beheld with such disgust	B
Then Erin free fixed eyes on me	L
And swoar I should be fust	B
	-
''The glorious Hirish Crown '	-
Says she 'it shall be thine	G
Long time it's wery well known	G
You kep it in your line	G
That diadem of hemerald gem	U
Is yours my Smith O'Brine	G
	-
''Too long the Saxon churl	F
Our land encumbered hath	I
Arise my Prince my Earl	F
And brush them from thy path	I
Rise mighty Smith and sveep 'em vith	I
The besom of your wrath '	-
	-
'Then in my might I rose	O
My country I surveyed	B
I saw it filled with foes	O
I viewed them undismayed	B
'Ha ha ' says I 'the harvest's high	L
I'll reap it with my blade '	-
	-
'My warriors I enrolled	B
They rallied round their lord	B
And cheafs in council old	B
I summoned to the board	B
Wise Doheny and Duffy bold	B
And Meagher of the Sword	B
	-
'I stood on Slievenamaun	G
They came with pikes and bills	O
They gathered in the dawn	G
Like mist upon the hills	O
And rushed adown the mountain side	B
Like twenty thousand rills	O
	-
'Their fortress we assail	F
Hurroo my boys hurroo	Q
The bloody Saxons quail	F
To hear the wild Shaloo	F
Strike and prevail proud Innesfail	F
O'Brine aboo aboo	V
	-
'Our people they defied	B
They shot at 'em like savages	O
Their bloody guns they plied	B
With sanguinary ravages	O
Hide blushing Glory hide	B
That day among the cabbages	O
	-
'And so no more I'll say	O
But ask your Mussy great	B
And humbly sing and pray	O
Your Majesty's poor Wait	B
Your Smith O'Brine in 'Forty nine	G
Will blush for 'Forty eight '	-

William Makepeace Thackeray

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