. Carols of Cockayne. rget those wicked lords, Their voices and their calves ;The things they did upon those boards, And never did by halves :The peasant, brave though lowly born, Who constantly defiedThose wicked lords with utter scorn, Upon the Surrey side ? Can I forget those hearts of oak, Those model British tars ;Who crackd a skull or crackd a joke, Like true transpontine stars ;Who hornpipd a la T. P. Cooke, And sang—at least they tried—Until the pit and gallery shook, Upon the Surrey side ? But best of all I recollectThat maiden in distress—? So unimpeachably correctIn morals and in dr
. Carols of Cockayne. rget those wicked lords, Their voices and their calves ;The things they did upon those boards, And never did by halves :The peasant, brave though lowly born, Who constantly defiedThose wicked lords with utter scorn, Upon the Surrey side ? Can I forget those hearts of oak, Those model British tars ;Who crackd a skull or crackd a joke, Like true transpontine stars ;Who hornpipd a la T. P. Cooke, And sang—at least they tried—Until the pit and gallery shook, Upon the Surrey side ? But best of all I recollectThat maiden in distress—? So unimpeachably correctIn morals and in dress— OVER THE WATER. 43 Who, ere the curtain fell, became The low-born peasants bride :(They nearly always end the same Upon the Surrey side.) I gape in Covent Gardens walls, I doze in Drury Lane;I strive in the Lyceum stalls To keep awake—in nought in the dramatic way That I can quite abide,Except the pieces that they play Upon the Surrey side. 44 CAROLS OF COCKAYNE. AN UNAPPRECIATED ONES has a party to-night, But theres no invitation for me to are cutting me quite ; I shall pay a few visits and see to , I ve a thousand a-year, And am reckond the pink of propriety;As to good-looking, look here ! Yet I never get on in Society. Tis not as though I were shy, Or unmannerd, or not introducible ;Lower-bred people than I Have triumphantly gone through the crucible. AN UNAPPRECIATED CRICHTON. 45 Many get polishd in time At the cost of a little anxiety ;Whats my particular crime That I never get on in Society ? Dance ?—Well, I think I may say I m as graceful a partner as any one :Sir, I could caper away To a whistle—though simply a penny ?—I could give you a list Of enormous extent and ?—Let me show you my wrist;— Yet I never get on in Society. Hearing me talk is a treat, When I take a discourse philosophic up,During the tea, or repeat Little anecdotes over my you ve a passion for puns, I co
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