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Songs, Ballads, and Other Poems

by the late Thomas Haynes Bayly; Edited by his Widow. With A Memoir of the Author. In Two Volumes
1 occurrence of neglected child
[Clear Hits]

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1 occurrence of neglected child
[Clear Hits]

OUT.

I

Out, John! out, John! what are you about John?
If you don't say out at once, you make the fellow doubt, John!
Say I'm out, whoever calls, and hide my hat and cane, John!
Say you've not the least idea when I shall come again, John!
Let the people leave their bills, but tell them not to call, John!
Say I'm courting Miss Rupee, and mean to pay them all, John!
Out, John! out, John! what are you about, John!
If you don't say out at once, you make the fellow doubt, John!

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II

Run, John, run, John! there's another dun, John!
If it's Prodger, bid him call to-morrow week at one, John!
If he says he saw me at the window, as he knock'd, John!
Make a face, and shake your head, and tell him you are shock'd, John!
Take your pocket handkerchief, and put it to your eye, John!
Say your master's not the man to bid you tell a lie, John!
Out, John! out, John! &c.

III

Oh, John, go, John! there's Noodle's knock, I know, John!
Tell him that all yesterday you sought him high and low, John!
Tell him just before he came, you saw me mount the hill, John!
Say you think I'm only gone to pay his little bill, John!
Then I think you better add, that if I miss to-day, John!
You're sure I mean to call when next I pass his way, John!
Out, John! out, John! &c.

IV

Hie, John, fly, John! I will tell you why, John!
If there is not Grimshawe at the corner, let me die, John!
He will hear of no excuse, I'm sure he'll search the house, John!
Peeping into corners hardly fit to hold a mouse, John!
Beg he'll take a chair and wait, I know he won't refuse, John!
I'll pop thro' the little door that opens to the mews, John!
Out, John! out, John! &c.