_For the Table Book._
1.
When bless’d with Fanny’s rosy smiles,
I thought myself in heaven;
Fanny is blooming twenty-two,
And I am--_thirty-seven_.
2.
I thought her deck’d with every grace,
Without one vice to _jar_,
Fresh as new _carrot_ was her face
And sweet as _Macabar_.
3.
Besides a person fair to view
She had a thousand pounds;
Not to be _sneezed at_--I had two,
And credit without bounds.
4.
Our courtship oft consisted in
Slight _taps_ and gentle _knocks_;
And when I gave her a small _pinch_,
She quick return’d a _box_.
5.
Howe’er, one morning, in a rage,
With me herself she put,
She call’d me _blackguard_, and declar’d
I was from thence _short cut_.
6.
In vain I tried the cause to _smoke_,
When she had ta’en offence;
In vain recall’d the words I spoke,
That she had deem’d _bad scents_.
7.
But soon a mutual friend contriv’d
Our quarrel up to botch;
Fanny confess’d her temper warm--
’Twas natural--she was _Scotch_.
8.
We married--snugly in my shop
Fanny’s become a fixture,
And all the neighbourhood declare,
We’re quite a _pleasant mixture_.