I AM MRS. BROUGH

        OF ESHER,

Well here I am as you may view,
Though I a dreadful deed did do,
I beat the Judge and Jury too,
I am Mrs. Brough of Esher.
Some people call me rogue and slut,
While others say I am a duck,
The bigger the rogue, the better the luck,
Says Mrs. Brough, of Esher.

                 CHORUS.

I beat them all you may perceive.
That I was mad they did believe,
I'm a charming duck I am indeed,
Says Mrs. Brough, of Esher.

Some people thought that I should sob
And sigh and bow my guilty nob,
But I done old Callcroft out of a job,
Says Mrs. Brough of Esher.
My children I've by wholesale slain,
I never felt remorse or pain,
They sent me to Horsemonger Lane,
Says Mrs. Brough of Esher.

I had in the Royal Household been,
And nursed the Prince of Wales so keen,
I was respected by the Queen,
Says Mrs. Brough of Esher.
There is thousands of women of all degrees,
Who never done half as much as me,
Has had their necks hung up to a tree,
Says Mrs. Brough of Esher.

I beat them all as I can tell,
Did not I play my cards right well,
In a parlour in Bedlam I shall dwell,
Says Mrs. Brough of Esher.
When I was acquitted I was so glad,
When the doctor said I was surely mad,
I sung pop the weazle. Jack my lad,
Says Mrs Brough of Esher.

I might a happy woman be,
One husband was not enaugh for me,
So I hired another as you may see,
Sweet Mrs. Brough of Esher.
We used to travel the fields about,
Sometimes to London without a doubt,
At length my husband found it out,
Poor Mrs. Brough of Esher.

The Judge and Jury me believed.
And favoured me so well indeed,
That old Jack Ketch I did decieve,
Sweet Mrs. Brough of Esher.
The Esher people, tales do tell—
All around the spot where I did dwell,
Oh did I not fight cokum well,
Sweet Mrs. Brough of Esher.

While I'm in Bedlam, you will see
A dashing lady I will be,
Serve out the soup and skilligolee
Will Mrs. Brough of Esher.
I will make them scrub and clean the floor,
And chalk their names behind the door,
They won't let me kill any more,
o r Mrs. Brough of Esher.

Well here I am my friends good night,
Tea, toast and butter, what a sight,
I hope you are well, for I'm all right,
I am Mrs. Brough of Esher.
I never mean to sigh and sob,
I happy am to keep my nob,
Jack Ketch by me has lost a job,
Sweet Mrs. Brough of Esher.
Yes I'm all right, I bounce and strut,
Though some call me a darling duck,
The bigger the rogue, the better be luck,
Says Mrs. Brough of Esher.

J. Marks, Printer, 206, Brick Lane,
              Whitechapel.