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LITTLE MAN AND LITTLE SOUL.
A BALLAD.
DEDICATED TO THE RT. HON. CH*RL*S ABB*T.
Arcades ambo
Et cant-are pares.
Et cant-are pares.
1813.
There was a little Man, and he had a little Soul,
And he said, “Little Soul, let us try, try, try,
“Whether it's within our reach
“To make up a little Speech,
“Just between little you and little I, I, I,
“Just between little you and little I!”—
And he said, “Little Soul, let us try, try, try,
“Whether it's within our reach
“To make up a little Speech,
“Just between little you and little I, I, I,
“Just between little you and little I!”—
Then said his little Soul,
Peeping from her little hole,
“I protest, little Man, you are stout, stout, stout,
“But, if it's not uncivil,
“Pray tell me what the devil
“Must our little, little speech be about, bout, bout,
“Must our little, little speech be about?”
Peeping from her little hole,
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“But, if it's not uncivil,
“Pray tell me what the devil
“Must our little, little speech be about, bout, bout,
“Must our little, little speech be about?”
The little Man look'd big,
With th' assistance of his wig,
And he call'd his little Soul to order, order, order,
Till she fear'd he'd make her jog in
To gaol, like Thomas Croggan,
(As she wasn't Duke or Earl) to reward her, ward her, ward her,
As she wasn't Duke or Earl, to reward her.
With th' assistance of his wig,
And he call'd his little Soul to order, order, order,
Till she fear'd he'd make her jog in
To gaol, like Thomas Croggan,
(As she wasn't Duke or Earl) to reward her, ward her, ward her,
As she wasn't Duke or Earl, to reward her.
The little Man then spoke,
“Little soul, it is no joke,
“For as sure as J*cky F---ll---r loves a sup, sup, sup,
“I will tell the Prince and People
“What I think of Church and Steeple,
“And my little patent plan to prop them up, up, up,
“And my little patent plan to prop them up.”
“Little soul, it is no joke,
“For as sure as J*cky F---ll---r loves a sup, sup, sup,
“I will tell the Prince and People
“What I think of Church and Steeple,
“And my little patent plan to prop them up, up, up,
“And my little patent plan to prop them up.”
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Away then, cheek by jowl,
Little Man and little Soul
Went and spoke their little speech to a tittle, tittle, tittle,
And the world all declare
That this priggish little pair
Never yet in all their lives look'd so little, little, little,
Never yet in all their lives look'd so little!
Little Man and little Soul
Went and spoke their little speech to a tittle, tittle, tittle,
And the world all declare
That this priggish little pair
Never yet in all their lives look'd so little, little, little,
Never yet in all their lives look'd so little!
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