The Buntling ball, a Græco-American play; . dear old England as the fountain Of all institutions reputably sane;We abominate and loathe a Rocky Mountain; We regard a rolling prairie with disdain. We assiduously imitate the polish That we notice round the English nabob hang ;We unfailingly endeavor to abolish From our voices any trace of nasal twang. 102 THE BUNT LING BALL. Every patriotic duty we leave undone, With aversion such as Hebrews hold for pork, Since we venerate the very name of LondonIn proportion to our hatred of New York. No entreaty could in any manner soften Our contempt for nat
The Buntling ball, a Græco-American play; . dear old England as the fountain Of all institutions reputably sane;We abominate and loathe a Rocky Mountain; We regard a rolling prairie with disdain. We assiduously imitate the polish That we notice round the English nabob hang ;We unfailingly endeavor to abolish From our voices any trace of nasal twang. 102 THE BUNT LING BALL. Every patriotic duty we leave undone, With aversion such as Hebrews hold for pork, Since we venerate the very name of LondonIn proportion to our hatred of New York. No entreaty could in any manner soften Our contempt for native tailors, when we dress ; If we bet, we lay a guinea, rather often, And we always say I farncy for I guess. We esteem the Revolution as illegal; If you mention Bunker Hill to us, we sigh;We particularly execrate an eagle, And we languish on the fourth day of July. We are not prepared in any foolish mannerThe vulgarities of Uncle Sam to screen ;We dislike to hear that dull Star-SpangledBanner,But we thoroughly respect God Save 104 THE BUNTLING BALL. We revere the Prince of Wales, though he shouldprick us With a sneer at the republic we obey !We would rather let His Royal Highness kick us Than have been the bosom-friend of Henry Clay! Mrs. treason riots in their daring song. Florimel sing but what they feel. So bear with them. Mrs. than bear with them would I rebuke. Florimel rash to tempt their Anglomaniac scorn. Mrs. though it were, I yearn to speak my mind. THE BUNTLING BALL. 105 The gracious lady, supper is announced. Mrs. miss not merely Jane, but also him,My lord, Alonzo, master of this feast. Chorus of is Alonzo,Round as a barrel,Hating to don soSmart an apparel ?Supper is calling him,Martyr yet there disasterDarkly befalling him ?He should be near usIn stout actuality,Ready to cheer usWith fine he forsake us, 106 THE BUNTLI
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