Is't LABBY? or Labour? Together
In one? I'll get out of the way.
_Singing_ (_to myself_)--With my tol de rol de rol LABBY, &c.
She comes! On her horns she is playing
A tune with a nourish or two!
No cow-herd am I but my staying
To play second fiddle won't do.
_Singing_ (_to myself_)--With my tol de rol tol-e-rate LABBY, &c.
Don't chivey her! I would allot her
"Three acres," and lots of sweet hay.
Alas! while I'm talking, they've shot her!
Well! heifers, like dogs, have their day!
_Singing_ (_to myself, as before_)--With my tol lol de rol-licking
LABBY, &c.
_Latest._--After dinner, Mr. GLADSTONE fell asleep in his chair! He
was seen to smile, although his repose seemed somewhat disturbed.
Presently he was heard to murmur melodiously the words of the old
song, slightly adapted to the most recent event,--"_Heifer of thee
I'm fondly dreaming_!" Then a shudder ran through his frame as he
pronounced softly a Latin sentence; it was "_Labor omnia vincit_!"
Then he awoke.
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