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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538746" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lamentable Ballad Of The Foundling Of Shoreditch</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come all ye Christian people, and listen to my tail,<br>It is all about a doctor was travelling by the rail,<br>By the Heastern Counties' Railway (vich the shares I don't desire),<br>From Ixworth town in Suffolk, vich his name did not transpire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A travelling from Bury this Doctor was employed<br>With a gentleman, a friend of his, vich his name was Captain Loyd,<br>And on reaching Marks Tey Station, that is next beyond Colchest-<br>er, a lady entered into them most elegantly dressed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She entered into the Carriage all with a tottering step,<br>And a pooty little Bayby upon her bussum slep;<br>The gentlemen received her with kindness and siwillaty,<br>Pitying this lady for her illness and debillaty.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had a fust-class ticket, this lovely lady said,<br>Because it was so lonesome she took a secknd instead.<br>Better to travel by secknd class, than sit alone in the fust,<br>And the pooty little Baby upon her breast she nust.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A seein of her cryin, and shiverin and pail,<br>To her spoke this surging, the Ero of my tail;<br>Saysee you look unwell, Ma'am, I'll elp you if I can,<br>And you may tell your ease to me, for I'm a meddicle man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Thank you, Sir,' the lady said, 'I only look so pale,<br>Because I ain't accustom'd to travelling on the Rale;<br>I shall be better presnly, when I've ad some rest:'<br>And that pooty little Baby she squeeged it to her breast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So in the conwersation the journey they beguiled,<br>Capting Loyd and the meddicle man, and the lady and the child,<br>Till the warious stations along the line was passed,<br>For even the Heastern Counties' trains must come in at last.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When at Shoreditch tumminus at lenth stopped the train,<br>This kind meddicle gentleman proposed his aid again.<br>'Thank you, Sir,' the lady said, 'for your kyindness dear;<br>My carridge and my osses is probibbly come here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Will you old this baby, please, vilst I step and see?'<br>The Doctor was a famly man: 'That I will,' says he.<br>Then the little child she kist, kist it very gently,<br>Vich was sucking his little fist, sleeping innocently.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a sigh from her art, as though she would have bust it,<br>Then she gave the Doctor the child—wery kind he nust it:<br>Hup then the lady jumped hoff the bench she sat from,<br>Tumbled down the carridge steps and ran along the platform.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Vile hall the other passengers vent upon their vays,<br>The Capting and the Doctor sat there in a maze;<br>Some vent in a Homminibus, some vent in a Cabby,<br>The Capting and the Doctor vaited vith the babby.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There they sat looking queer, for an hour or more,<br>But their feller passinger neather on 'em sore:<br>Never, never back again did that lady come<br>To that pooty sleeping Hinfnt a suckin of his Thum!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What could this pore Doctor do, bein treated thus,<br>When the darling Baby woke, cryin for its nuss?<br>Off he drove to a female friend, vich she was both kind and mild,<br>And igsplained to her the circumstance of this year little child.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That kind lady took the child instantly in her lap,<br>And made it very comfortable by giving it some pap;<br>And when she took its close off, what d'you think she found?<br>A couple of ten pun notes sewn up, in its little gownd!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Also in its little close, was a note which did conwey<br>That this little baby's parents lived in a handsome way<br>And for his Headucation they reglarly would pay,<br>And sirtingly like gentlefolks would claim the child one day,<br>If the Christian people who'd charge of it would say,<br>Per adwertisement in The Times where the baby lay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pity of this bayby many people took,<br>It had such pooty ways and such a pooty look;<br>And there came a lady forrard (I wish that I could see<br>Any kind lady as would do as much for me;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I wish with all my art, some night in MY night gownd,<br>I could find a note stitched for ten or twenty pound)—<br>There came a lady forrard, that most honorable did say,<br>She'd adopt this little baby, which her parents cast away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While the Doctor pondered on this hoffer fair,<br>Comes a letter from Devonshire, from a party there,<br>Hordering the Doctor, at its Mar's desire,<br>To send the little Infant back to Devonshire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lost in apoplexity, this pore meddicle man,<br>Like a sensable gentleman, to the Justice ran;<br>Which his name was Mr. Hammill, a honorable beak,<br>That takes his seat in Worship Street, four times a week.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O Justice!' says the Doctor, 'instrugt me what to do.<br>I've come up from the country, to throw myself on you;<br>My patients have no doctor to tend them in their ills,<br>(There they are in Suffolk without their drafts and pills!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I've come up from the country, to know how I'll dispose<br>Of this pore little baby, and the twenty pun note, and the close,<br>And I want to go back to Suffolk, dear Justice, if you please,<br>And my patients wants their Doctor, and their Doctor wants his feez.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Up spoke Mr. Hammill, sittin at his desk,<br>'This year application does me much perplesk;<br>What I do adwise you, is to leave this babby<br>In the Parish where it was left, by its mother shabby.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Doctor from his worship sadly did depart—<br>He might have left the baby, but he hadn't got the heart<br>To go for to leave that Hinnocent, has the law allows,<br>To the tender mussies of the Union House.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mother, who left this little one on a stranger's knee,<br>Think how cruel you have been, and how good was he!<br>Think, if you've been guilty, innocent was she;<br>And do not take unkindly this little word of me:<br>Heaven be merciful to us all, sinners as we be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Makepeace+Thackeray">William Makepeace Thackeray</a><div class=q>
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