The Bab Ballads, vol 2

Book Excerptsensitive lover's annoying."Said the bagman, "Crusader, get out."Says GUY, "Shall a warrior ladenWith a big spiky knob, Sit in peace on his cobWhile a beautiful Saracen maidenIs whipped by a Saracen snob?"To London I'll go from my charmer."Which he did, with his loot(Seven hats and a flute), And was nabbed for his Sydenham armourAt MR. BEN-SAMUEL'S suit. SIR GUY he was lodged in the Compter, Her pa, in a rage, Died (don't know his age), His daughter, she married the prompter, Grew bulky and quitted the stage. HauntedHaunted? Ay, in a social wayBy a body of ghosts in dread array; But no conventional spectres they--Appalling, grim, and tricky: I quail at mine as I'd never quailAt a fine traditional spectre pale, With a turnip head and a ghostly wail, And a splash of blood on the dickey!Mine are horrible, social ghosts, --Speeches and women and guests and hosts, Wedd