Punch (12.1847)

THE DIETY LONDON ALDERMAN.

What! ciy when I'd wash you ! not wish to be clean !
There go, and be dirty—as always you've been ;
It's not worth my while to begin a dispute ;
I'll not take the trouble to wash such a brute.

So, so ! I have hurt you. 'Tis useless to cry,
'Twill only wash down all the dirt from your eye ;
But let kind Nurse Moepeth at once interfere—
You'll be a good Alderman, won't you, my dear?