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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wolfe New Ballad Of Jane Roney And Mary Brown</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">An igstrawnary tail I vill tell you this veek—<br>I stood in the Court of A'Beckett the Beak,<br>Vere Mrs. Jane Roney, a vidow, I see,<br>Who charged Mary Brown with a robbin of she.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">This Mary was pore and in misery once,<br>And she came to Mrs. Roney it's more than twelve monce.<br>She adn't got no bed, nor no dinner nor no tea,<br>And kind Mrs. Roney gave Mary all three.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Mrs. Roney kep Mary for ever so many veeks,<br>(Her conduct disgusted the best of all Beax,)<br>She kep her for nothink, as kind as could be,<br>Never thinkin that this Mary was a traitor to she.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Mrs. Roney, O Mrs. Roney, I feel very ill;<br>Will you just step to the Doctor's for to fetch me a pill?'<br>'That I will, my pore Mary,' Mrs. Roney says she;<br>And she goes off to the Doctor's as quickly as may be.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No sooner on this message Mrs. Roney was sped,<br>Than hup gits vicked Mary, and jumps out a bed;<br>She hopens all the trunks without never a key—<br>She bustes all the boxes, and vith them makes free.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Mrs. Roney's best linning, gownds, petticoats, and close,<br>Her children's little coats and things, her boots, and her hose,<br>She packed them, and she stole 'em, and avay vith them did flee.<br>Mrs. Roney's situation—you may think vat it vould be!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Of Mary, ungrateful, who had served her this vay,<br>Mrs. Roney heard nothink for a long year and a day.<br>Till last Thursday, in Lambeth, ven whom should she see<br>But this Mary, as had acted so ungrateful to she?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She was leaning on the helbo of a worthy young man,<br>They were going to be married, and were walkin hand in hand;<br>And the Church bells was a ringing for Mary and he,<br>And the parson was ready, and a waitin for his fee.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When up comes Mrs. Roney, and faces Mary Brown,<br>Who trembles, and castes her eyes upon the ground.<br>She calls a jolly pleaseman, it happens to be me;<br>I charge this yonng woman, Mr. Pleaseman, says she.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Mrs. Roney, O, Mrs. Roney, O, do let me go,<br>I acted most ungrateful I own, and I know,<br>But the marriage bell is a ringin, and the ring you may see,<br>And this young man is a waitin,' says Mary says she.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'I don't care three fardens for the parson and clark,<br>And the bell may keep ringin from noon day to dark.<br>Mary Brown, Mary Brown, you must come along with me;<br>And I think this young man is lucky to be free.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So, in spite of the tears which bejew'd Mary's cheek,<br>I took that young gurl to A'Beckett the Beak;<br>That exlent Justice demanded her plea—<br>But never a sullable said Mary said she.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">On account of her conduck so base and so vile,<br>That wicked young gurl is committed for trile,<br>And if she's transpawted beyond the salt sea,<br>It's a proper reward for such willians as she.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=538768" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Now you young gurls of Southwark for Mary who veep,<br>From pickin and stealin your ands you must keep,<br>Or it may be my dooty, as it was Thursday veek,<br>To pull you all hup to A'Beckett the Beak.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=William+Makepeace+Thackeray">William Makepeace Thackeray</a></strong></div>