She had a name, and SMITH it was
(The rest of it was MARY);
Her constant duty, at daybreak,
Was sweeping out the arey.
One evening she went to a jig
(Her missus was attending
A private hop), when there befel
What truly was heart-rending.
She wore her missus' gayest clothes,
Her muslin dress all fluty,
Her waterfall and tag-rags all,
Which well became her beauty.
But missus found poor MARY out,
And in a p'liceman took her,
And walked her up before the Judge,
On charge of being a hooker.
The missus swore the girl a thief
Her property as lifted,
Which proved beyond all doubt would be
When things came to be sifted.
The girl said she'd been to a jig;
Then out spoke Judge MCCARTY,
"You must not wear the fixings of
A party to a party."
They sent her up for sixteen months,--
Oh! drop a tear to MARY,
Whose missus ne'er shall see her more
A-sweeping out the arey.
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Sic Transit.
Life being in any event a transitory affair, and especially so in New
York, where, every one lives some miles from his business, our means of
transit are of interest to every one.
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