Nominal Rhymes





THE COURT OF ALDERMEN AT FISHMONGERS' HALL.



IS that dace or perch?

Said Alderman Birch;

I take it for herring,

Said Alderman Perring.

This jack's very good,

Said Alderman Wood;

But its bones might a man slay,

Said Alderman Ansley.

I'll butter what I get,

Said Alderman Heygate.

Give me some stewed carp,

Said Alderman Thorp;

The roe's dry as pith,

Said Aldermen Smith.

Don't cut so far down,

Said Alderman Brown;

But nearer the fin,

Said Alderman Glyn.

I've finished, i'faith, man,

Said Alderman Waithman:

And I too, i'fatkins,

Said Alderman Atkins.

They've crimped this cod drolly,

Said Alderman Scholey;

'T is bruised at the ridges,

Said Alderman Brydges.

Was it caught in a drag? Nay,

Said Alderman Magnay.

'T was brought by two men,

Said Alderman Ven-

ables: Yes, in a box,

Said Alderman Cox.

They care not how fur 'tis,

Said Alderman Curtis;

From air kept, and from sun,

Said Alderman Thompson;

Packed neatly in straw,

Said Alderman Shaw:

In ice got from Gunter,

Said Alderman Hunter.

This ketchup is sour,

Said Alderman Flower;

Then steep it in claret,

Said Alderman Garret.





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