THE WELCOME MINSTRELS. THIS is young Rub-a-dub-dub, And his uncle, Thrum-thrum-thrum, Who plays his guitar, while the cub Performs on the single drum; And the people turn out, with a merry shout, Where the two musicians come. For Rub-a-dub-dub can play A tune that's ne'er forgot; It makes in a magical way The potatoes to dance in the pot. (As fact don't receive it-I shouldn't believe it If I had not been on the spot.) And Thrum-thrum-thrum can boast Such wondrous skill and wit, At the sound of his lute, the roast Turns round upon the spit. (Delusion you ween it?-if I had not seen it I would not believe it a bit!) So, when Rub-a-dub-dub they see, Is always free to come; But the turnspit cur, as I can aver, Thinks highest of Thrum-thrum-thrum. |