ore than once, and felt
inspirited by the draughts. The repast concluded, Sylvester and his
children departed to their tent, and Mr. Petulengro, Tawno, and myself
getting up, went and lay down under a shady hedge, where Mr. Petulengro,
lighting his pipe, began to smoke, and where Tawno presently fell asleep.
I was about to fall asleep also, when I heard the sound of music and
song. Piramus was playing on the fiddle, whilst Mrs. Chikno, who had a
voice of her own, was singing in tones sharp enough, but of great power,
a gypsy song:

POISONING THE PORKER, {43b}

BY MRS. CHIKNO.

To mande shoon ye Romany chals
Who besh in the pus about the yag,
I'll pen how we drab the baulo,
I'll pen how we drab the baulo.

We jaws to the drab-engro ker,
Trin horsworth there of drab we lels,
And when to the swety {44a} back we wels
We pens we'll drab the baulo,
We'll have a drab at a baulo.

And then we kairs the drab opre,
And then we jaws to the farming ker,
To mang a beti habben,
A beti poggado habben.

A rinkeno baulo there we dick,
And then we pens in Romano jib;
Wust lis odoi opre ye chick,
And the baulo he will lel lis,
The baulo he will lel lis.

Coliko coliko saulo we
Apopli to the farming ker
Will wel and mang him mullo,
Will wel and mang his truppo. {44b}

And so we kairs, and so we kairs;
The baulo in the rarde {44c} mers;
We mang him on the saulo,
And rig to the tan the baulo.

And then we toves the wendror well
Till sore the wendror iuziou se,
Till kekkeno drab's adrey lis,
Till drab there's kek adrey lis.

And then his truppo well we hatch, {44d}
Kin levinor at the kitchema,
And have a kosko habben,
A kosko Romano habben,

The boshom engro {44e} kils, he kils,
The tawnie juva {44f} gils, she gils
A puro Romano gillie,
Now shoon the Romano gillie.

Which song I had translated in the following manner, in my younger days
for a lady's album.

Listen to me ye Roman lads, who are seated in the straw about the
fire, and I will tell how we poison the porker, I will tell how we
poison the porker.

We go to the house of the poison monger, {45a} where we buy three
pennies' worth of bane, and when we return to our people we say, we
will poison the porker; we will try and poison the porker.

We then make up the po