Chapter XXV: Part 48: Songs by the Hon. Mrs. Norton, and various old English (25)

He was trained by an ancient bruiser,
Learned in art of self-defence,
Slugger champion of England,
Owner of a silver belt,
Never worn by a worthier,
Now with murderous auguries
Comes at last to spoil my beauty,
In this blooming year of Jubilee.

III.

Nothing of the common, of the magsman,
Nothing of the vulgar or vainglorious,
All is cruel, slogging, hard and manly.

IV.

You hit me savagely――yes, you did!
Brought my claret as you struck
My eyes and nose and cheeks,
And from each let quarts pour
Red and gory down my battered chest.
One full blow aimed at proboscis
Hurled me clean to mother earth
In this the year of Jubilee.

V.

Stars as large as Spanish onions
Dazzling in my peepers came,
Tingling through me from my conk to hoof.

VI.

You, that wanton in your sparring,
Spare me! Do not now be bountiful.
Take your mawleys from my optics,
Do not knock them both in one,
Keep me safely from hospital,
Let my weary frame be comforted,
Let my aching pegs rejoice,
In this the year of Jubilee.

VII.

Sayers’s blows are all in shadow,
Gray with distance Greenfield’s sloggers,
Even Mace’s left forgotten.

VIII.

You, the champion architect,
Shape memorial of your skill,
Make my nose so grandly gorgeous,
Like some great Imperial Institute,
Rich in colour, and of size
Which seems like growth of centuries;
All the centuries that come after us,
In this the year of Jubilee.

IX.

Fifty times of ever-pounding business!
Fifty times of ever-striking science!
Fifty times of ever-widening gashes!

X.

You, the mighty and the bruiser,
You the slashing lord of blows,
You the bump-manufacturer,
You the hardy-fisted one,
Busiest child of Albion,
You, the thumper, scruncher,
Mug-demolisher, and puncher,
All your blows have hit me hard,
All my blows you countered well,
Saying, “Go to grass, you duffer,
In this the year of Jubilee!”

XI.

Are there seconds moving in my corner?
They seem spectres in the darkness!
Wash the blood from out my peepers,
So I may some little see.
Smith is victor, toss the sponge up,
In this year of Jubilee.

ITHURIEL.
_The Topical Times._ June 18, 1887.

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ANOTHER VERSION.

I.

Fifty years your verses have been fading,
Fifty years your golden harvest rising,
And now you publish stuff not fit to wrap butter in.

II.

This drivel of an agèd driveller
Is dear at any price,――not readable,
Such prosy rubbish takes up
Good space that others might
Have filled more profitably,
Macmillan ought to be ashamed
To print such abject rot.

III.

Nothing of the Poet of the Idylls;
Nothing but Prose, the very commonest
All for disgraceful greed and most unseemly.

ANONYMOUS.

――――

AN ODE-OUS PARODY.

I.

Fifty times we’ve planted kail and used it,
Fifty times we’ve dug our own potatoes,
Since our Queen came into luck uncommon.

II.

She, beloved for a negative
Virtue quite neutral to history.
Queen of realms she ne’er looked upon.
Holding fast to the dignities
None e’er clung to more jealously,
Now is looking for perquisites,
Sends her son with the hat for them
Round this year of her Jubilee.

III.

She knows well her “neck has got a lith in’t,”
In her manners she’s genteel, and not too loud,
Does not boss too much about her shanty.

IV.

Trim your lamps every one of you,
Or put dips in your window panes.
Don’t grudge candles or paraffin,
And be sure you make noise enough,
Make all deaf with your loyalty,
Shout your shoutingest shoutingly,
Hold high-jink’d Saturnalia
In this year of her Jubilee.

V.

Queen as true to motherhood as Queenhood.
Giving many Princes to her people,
With Princesses that she weds to Germans.

VI.

You, with many full money-bags,
Slit a hole in the side of one,
Give a square meal to Lazarus.
Give three acres and cow to him,
Put your names on subscription lists,
Follow fashion in charity,
Help the fadders to fad a bit,
Give all round, and be sure to give
Well to help on her Jubilee.

VII.

Hal’s half-hundred years are nigh forgotten,
Nobody now prates of Ned’s long ruling,
Ev’n the Farmer’s record’s hardly mentioned.

VIII.

You, who get the big job to do,
Do your best with your stone and lime,
Use no gingerbread artifice,
Raise a pile that can stand a look,
Something all will can wonder at,
Which may stand for a year or two,
Tho’ our children may laugh at us
For our Juggernaut Jubilee.

IX.

Fifty years of pretty heavy taxes
Fifty years of not too much to pay them,
Fifty years of learning how to do it.

X.

You, the Swell by heredity,
You, the Landlord all talk about,
You, the Master men strike against,
You, of soil horny-handed sons,
Burdened brood of Britannia,
You, whatever your country be,
You, or white, black or copper-head,
All your hands in your pockets put,
Or your pockets’ equivalent,
Give, altho’ you should starve for it,
Gold to help on her Jubilee.

XI.

Are then those that mutter, discontented,
That to give were little short of madness?
Trust the Prince to lighten all their purses
With a juggler pass that makes coin vanish,
And Victoria Victrix shall be honoured
With a gift unequalled in the ages.

WILLIAM A. SLOAN.

END OF VOLUME IV.

Footnotes:

[1] I dreamed I was the Amateur Champion.

[2] Oh! Lor.

[3] LORD GRANVILLE.

[4] The winner of “The Oaks” in 1867.

[5] These three verses are often omitted.

[6] This song was written before “The Fleet” prison was
abolished.

[7] Boxing-gloves.

[8] _Note_:――Willy-force, i.e. Wilberforce.

[9] Alluding to Mr. Gladstone’s trip on board the _Pembroke
Castle_, in September, 1883, when the Poet Laureate was
also a guest of Sir Donald Currie.

[10] Formerly the “Star” Hotel, now the “Clarendon.”

[11] The late Viscount Ranelagh, Colonel of the South
Middlesex Rifles, was one of the earliest and most
enthusiastic supporters of the Volunteer movement. He
originated the Easter manœuvres, and was exceedingly
popular with the Metropolitan Volunteers.

[12] Charles James Fox.

[13] Alluding to the title of _Baronet_ then newly
instituted by James I, who created the first Baronet, Sir
Nicholas Bacon, May 22, 1611. King James, being in need of
money to suppress a revolt in Ulster, sold this new title
somewhat indiscriminately, and so raised a large sum.

[14] These ancient political prophecies are amusing
reading, but require some little explanation. In July,
1849, Baron Lionel de Rothschild was elected M.P. for the
City of London, with 6,619 votes, whilst his opponent, Lord
John Manners, only polled 3,104. But Baron Rothschild was
not then allowed to take his seat, nor was it until he had
been thrice again elected M.P. that he was permitted to
enter the House of Commons in July, 1858. Shortly
afterwards a special act was passed permitting Jewish
M.P.’s to omit from the oath the words, “on the faith of a
Christian;” since then many eminent Jews have been elected
to the House of Commons, where they have generally
supported the party which formerly opposed, to the very
utmost, the extension to them of civil rights and political
equality.

[15] A contiguous pack; but very inferior.

[16] Jack Goddard, the first whip; and the first of whips.

[17] The name which Jim bestowed on the “little pack,”
because they could fly and work all day.

[18] An allusion to _The Daily Telegraph_ (London), which
had published a very sensational report of a fight between
a man and a dog.

[19] The Rt. Hon. William Pitt, Chancellor of the
Exchequer, was second son of the famous Earl of Chatham who
had advocated conciliatory measures in dealing with the
American Colonies, a policy which was very distasteful to
the King and Court. Whereas his son afterwards supported
the views of the King in opposition to the majority in the
House of Commons.

[20] The Poor Law Commissioners had refused to allow any
charitable person to send in supplies of roast-beef and
plum-pudding upon Christmas Day to the inmates of the
Workhouses.

[21] Dr. E. V. Kenealy.

[22] Lord Mayor of London

[23] Commander of the royal troops against the Scots in the
1745 rebellion.

[24] Lord Coleridge.

[25] A skit on Lord Wolseley.

[26] Mr. Gilbert appears particularly fond of this refrain,
which he user, with certain variations, again and again. He
probably borrowed it from a song popular about 200 years
ago:――

THE POOR SOUL SAT SIGHING.

The poor soul sat sighing by a sicamore tree;
Sing willow, willow, willow!
With his hand in his bosom, and his head upon his knee;
Oh! willow, willow, willow, willow, oh!
Willow, willow, willow, willow,
Shall be my garland:
Sing all a green willow, willow, willow, willow,
Ah me! the green willow must be my garland.
* * * * *

[27] Mr. Goschen proposed to reduce the Income Tax from 8d.
to 7d. in the £, and to take off 4d. in the lb. from the
duty on tobacco, a concession from which the consumer will
not reap the smallest benefit.

[28] On the boot tree. This is a poetical intimation that
the singer does not intend going out for a walk.

[29] A red star affixed to the frame, or picture, denotes
that the picture is sold.――_Academy Catalogue._

[30] Louis Phillippe.

[31] Napoleon III.

[32] Alluding to the complete and sudden change in the
political creed of _The Daily Telegraph_. (London.)

[33] The Duke of Marlborough.

[34] “Old King Cole” as he was familiarly known, was a
fussy little old gentleman who founded the _clique_,
notorious as the “South Kensington Gang,” which for the
last twenty years has enriched itself at the expense of the
nation.

[35] Lord Randolph Churchill.

[36] The authors, as in gallantry bound, wish this lady to
continue anonymous.

[37] Henry Phillpotts, Bishop of Exeter, was a notorious
controversialist and pamphleteer. He became very unpopular
in his diocese owing to his stern and bigoted conduct. He
was strongly opposed to the emancipation of the Roman
Catholics.

[38] Mr. J. L. Hatton, the composer of _Old Simon the
Cellarer_, _The Friars of Orders Grey_, _The Leather
Bottel_, “_Good bye, Sweetheart, good bye_,” and a number
of other popular songs and ballads, died at Margate in
September 1886, at the age of 77. He had long been
connected with the Orchestras of the principal London
theatres.

[39] _Salad_, yes, by all means, only let it be eaten from
a separate plate. But _Pickles_ with _hot_ roast mutton?
Perish the thought! Red currant jelly if thou wilt, but
_Pickles_――never!――ED. _P._

[40] This song was introduced into Davenant’s comedy of
_The Rivals_, 1668; but is probably still older. The phrase
to “marry with a rush ring,” is introduced in the ancient
ballad of “The Winchester Wedding:”――

“And Tommy was loving to Kitty,
And wedded her with a rush ring.”

Meaning a marriage without the rites of religion, and to be
dissolved at the will of the parties as easily as a rush
ring may be broken.

[41] To the shade of Benjamin Disraeli.

[42] The Annual Cattle Shows of the Smithfield Club were
formerly held in the Baker Street Bazaar.

[43] This clever parody has reference to the attempt made
by the Duke of Northumberland to evade the payment of Mr.
Pitt’s Income-tax. To mitigate the severity of the pressure
on persons with large families, a deduction of ten per
cent. was allowed to persons who had above a certain number
of children. Amongst others the wealthy Duke of
Northumberland was not ashamed to avail himself of this
clause.

[44] Sir Hugh Smithson married the Lady Elizabeth, daughter
and only child of the Duke of Northumberland, who died in
1750. In the same year he obtained an Act of Parliament,
authorizing him to assume the surname and arms of Percy. In
1767 the King created him Earl Percy and Duke of
Northumberland. The hero of this ballad was the eldest son
of this marriage.

[45] This alludes to Mr. Pitt’s Tax upon Hair-powder, which
turned out a failure; the public declining its use rather
than pay the tax. Those who continued it were called
“_guinea-pigs_,” the tax being a guinea per head.

[46] Sir Robert Peel.

[47] _Chevy._――To rudely harass or brutally bait.

[48] Sir Stafford Northcote.

[49] Lord Randolph Churchill.

[50] Sir Michael Hicks Beach.

[51] Sir Redvers Buller.

[52] The Bill for the suppression of Corrupt Practices at
Elections.

[53] Brasen Nose College, Oxford.

[54] Landlord

[55] Nowhere

[56] Brandy and pint-measure of beer

[57] Songs

[58] German Students’ songs

[59] Waitress.

[60] Overseers.

[61] This play, Langbaine says, was written by Shakespeare.

[62] Jonson had the palsy at the time.

[63] The names of several of Jonson’s Dramatis Personæ.

[64] New Inn, Act iii. Scene 2.――Act iv. Scene 4.

[65] This break was purposely designed by the poet, to
expose that equally singular one in Ben’s third stanza.

[66] Richard Broome, wrote with success several comedies.
He had been the amanuensis or attendant of Ben Jonson.

[67] The lines――

“Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage,”

were evidently suggested by Shakspeare:――

“Nor stony tower nor walls of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit.”
_Julius Cæsar_ Act I. Sc. iii.

[68] The following well-known glee is formed on this song:――

“He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober,
Falls as the leaves do, and dies in October;
But he who goes to bed, and goes to bed mellow,
Lives as he ought to do, and dies an honest fellow.”

[69] Sir E. J. Reed, M.P.

[70] Charles Dickens then resided at Gad’s Hill, near
Rochester, Kent.

[71] The Young Tory Leader, Lord Randolph Churchill.

[72] Mr. Joseph Chamberlain.

[73] Referring to a prize-fight between Randal and Martin.

[74] Shandon Church, in the city of Cork.

[75] _Frazer’s Magazine_ first appeared February 1, 1830,
and Father Prout was one of its earliest contributors. It
was discontinued in 1882.

[76] “Big Ben” of Westminster, which was cast in 1855, and
weighs about 14 tons, is cracked, owing to an improper
mixture of the bell-metal in casting.

[77] Gaelic. _Sen Bhan Vochd_――poor old woman――an
affectionate name for Ireland.

[78] Bantry.

[79] _Angel-gold_ was of a finer kind than crown gold.

[80] Lord Charles Beresford’s resignation was not accepted.

[81] Editor of _The Daily Telegraph_.

[82] The name of a favourite Elephant killed in Exeter
Change in 1826.

[83] Mr. Sturmey has recently written a Handbook of
Bicycling.

[84] In the American Exhibition held at Earl’s Court in
1887, Colonel W. F. Cody, better known as _Buffalo Bill_,
with a troupe of cowboys and Indians, gave daily
performances entitled _The Wild West_.

INDEX.

The authors of the original songs are arranged in alphabetical order; the titles of the original poems are printed in italics, followed by the Parodies, the authors of which are named, in italics, wherever possible.

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Advertisement parodies 278
Corn Law Rhymes. 1844. _E. Elliott_ 278
Druidical songs. 1839. _J. Wilson_ 278
Leigh Hunt and _The Examiner_. 1813 101
Motley. 1855. _Cuthbert Bede_ 278
The New Whig Guide. _W. Wright._ 1819 255
Perfection. _T. Haynes Baily_ 42
Schubert’s songs in English translations 278
Songs of the Press. 1845. _C. H. Timperley_ 278
A Town Garland. _H. Sambrook Leigh_ 53
Theatrical burlesques and extravaganzas 278
A List of authors of the same 278

――――
Thomas Haynes Bayly.

_She wore a wreath of roses_ 42
He wore a brace of pistols. _Punch_ 42
He dined at Bertholini’s. _Albert Smith_ 42
He wore grey worsted stockings 43
He wore a suit of Moses 43
She wore a wreath of roses. _Shirley Brooks_ 43
He wore a pair of “mittens” 43
He rode a tandem tricycle 44
I saw her but a moment 44

_Oh! no, we never mention her_ 44
Oh! am I then remembered still 44
Oh no! we’ll never mention him. _R. H. Barham_ 45
Oh! no we never mention him. _The Gownsman_ 45
Oh no we never finger it. _Figaro_ 45
Oh! no! we never mention her! 45
Oh! no I say; don’t mention it 46
Oh! no, I never name my wife 46
Oh, no! I never mentioned it. _Lady Clarke_ 272

_I’d be a butterfly_ 46
Ah sim Papilio (Latin version) 46
I would not be a butterfly. _H. S. Leigh_ 47
I’d be a parody. _Sharpe’s Magazine_ 47
I’d be a rifleman. _Bentley Ballads_ 47
I make the butter fly. _G. O. Trevelyan_ 47
I’d be a Rothschild. _The Mirror_ 47
Me be a nigger boy. _Fraser’s Magazine_ 48
I’d be a minister. _Figaro_, 1833 48
I’d be a butterfly. _Punch_, 1856 48
I’d be a bottle-fly. _Blackwood_, 1828 273

_We met――’twas in a crowd_ 48
We met――’twas in a mob 49-50
We met――’twas in your shop 49
We met――’twas in St. Giles 49
We met――’twas on the ground 49
We met――’twas in a field 49
They met――’twas in a storm 49
We met――’twas in the House 50
We met in upper school 50

THE SOLDIER’S TEAR.
_Upon the hill he turned_ 50
Beside the church he stood 51
Upon his heel he turned. _Figaro_ 51
Upon the ground he stood. _Punch_ 51
In the street he turn’d 51
Against the rails he leant. _Shirley Brooks_ 52
Upon the pier he turned. _Punch_ 52
He turned upon his heel 52
Upon the hill he turned 272
The sapper’s beer. 1851 272
She stood beside the counter 272
Satins and silks I sang gravely and gaily 42

_Out John! out, John!_ 53
Out John (to John Bright). _Truth._ 1886 53
“Nay” John (Temperance song) 54
Out, Tom! (to Sir Thomas Brassey). _Truth_ 55

_Oh! the Old House at Home_ 55
A Parody from _A Bowl of Punch._ 1848 55
The Broadwood is opened. _Fun_ 52
I have taken ten glasses of sherry. _Fun_ 53
(Two Imitations of T. H. Bayly, by
Henry S. Leigh. 1871.)

――――

Alfred Bunn.

_The heart bowed down._
The sot bowed down by too much drink 33

_When other lips and other hearts._
When other months amid the range 33
When other lips and other eyes. _J. R. Planché_ 33
When other wits and other bards 33

_I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls_ 33
I dreamt that I stood in the Crystal Halls 34
I dreamt that I dined in Conservative halls 34
I dreamt that I sat in the House of Lords 34
I dreamt that I danced at Mabille balls 34
I dreamt that I dined on marbled beef 34
I dreamt that I dwelt. _H. Furniss_ 274
I dreamt that I gazed at the Marble Arch 274

_The light of other days is faded_ 179
The coat of other days is faded 179
The foggy Gin-Fluenza days 179

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Thomas Campbell.

_Ye gentlemen of England._ MARTYN PARKER 243
Ye pugilists of England. 1819 243
Ye President’s and L’Amy’s men 244
You grand old man of England 244
Ye barristers of England 244
Ye gentlemen of England 244
Ye Liberals of England 244
You noblemen of England 245
Ye Unionists of England 245
Ye cricketers of England 245
Ye bicyclists of England. _Punch_ 276

――――

Lewis Carroll.

_Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland_ 55
As a pantomime at Woolwich. _J. Addison_ 55
As a musical play. By _H. Savile Clarke_ 56

_The walrus and the carpenter._
“The sun was shining on the sea” 56
The vulture and the husbandman. 57
“The rain was raining cheerfully.” _Light Green_ 57
The Nyum Nyum chortled by the sea 57

_Jabberwocky._
“’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves.” 58
Waggawocky. (on the Tichborne Trial) 59
“’Twas May-time, and the lawyer coves.” 59
Across the swiffling waves they went. _Truth._ 59
’Twas grilling hot, the bloky cove. ” 59
“Can you move a little faster?” ” 59

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Henry Carey.

_God save the King._ 111
Grand Dieu, Sauvez le Roy 111
God save Great George our King 111
Domine Salvum fac Regem. 1795. 112
Heil dir im Sieger Kranz 111
Version in honour of William IV. 112
Victory, Freedom and Fox. 1784. 113
Our Mother Church. 1790. 113
God save great Johnny Bull. 1809. 113
(Sung during the O. P. Riots)
Hail! Masonry Divine 114
God save the Rights of Man. 1820. 114
People! save yourselves. 1871. 114
“X” save our graceless Chief. 1884. 114
Down with the Lords. 1884. 115
God save Gladstone. 1885. 115
Soon will our gracious Queen. 1886 115
Verse composed on the Queen’s Marriage 115
Verse for the Jubilee year. 1887. 115
God bless our native land. 115
Bob shave great George our King 89
Cumberland, King! 278
Thy choicest curse in store 278
Orange plots against the throne 278

_Sally in our Alley_ 21
Of all the girls that are so smart 21
“The Rhino.” 1824 21
“Sally” in Latin. _In Saram_ G. K. Gillespie 21
Of all the flats with blunt that part. _Punch_ 21
Of all the Peers within the house 21
Of all the days that’s in the week 21, 23
Of all the folks in purse that smart 22
Of all tragediennes so smart. _Funny Folks_ 22
Of all the brutes I loathe to meet, 22
Of all the girls in our town. S. Brett 22
Of all the follies on our part. _Punch_ 23
Of all the Rads that are so smart 203
Of all the would-be witty Rads 203

――――

Eliza Cook.

_I love it, I love it._ (The old arm chair) 6
I loathe it, I loathe it! _Henry S. Leigh_ 6
I love it. (The new arm chair) _Punch_ 6
I loved it. (The Speaker’s chair) _Truth_ 6
I dread it, I dread it! _Funny Folks_ 7
I hate it. (The dentist’s chair) _Modern Society_ 7
That gridiron by the mantel-piece. After Eliza Cook 7

――――

Charles Dibdin.

THE JOLLY YOUNG WATERMAN.
“_And did you ne’er hear of a jolly young Waterman?_” 66
And did you not hear of a jolly young barrister? 67
Oh, did you e’er hear of such jolly bad water man? 67
And did you ne’er hear of a jolly old waterman? 67
Oh! did you not hear of a handsome young clergyman? 67
Oh, did you ne’er hear of a jolly young trilobite? 67
And did you not hear of that luckless “young
gentleman?” 67
Oh! did you ne’er hear of a jolly old woodcutter?
(On Mr. Gladstone) 68
Did you ever hear tell of a jolly young rifleman?
(On Lord Ranelagh) 68
Did you ever hear tell of the jolly young waterman? 68

THE HIGH METTLED RACER 68
“_See, the course throng’d with gazers_” 68
See, the shore lined with gazers. _C. Dibdin_ 69
See, the house throng’d with members. 1832 69
Since of course we want razors. _Cuthbert Bede_ 69
See the pier throng’d with gazers! _Punch_ 69
The village born beauty 70

_My name d’ye see’s Tom Tough_ 70
Yes, my name d’ye see’s Tom Tough. _Truth_ 70
Yes, my name d’ye know’s Tom Tough. _Truth_ 71

_My Polly_
Do you want to know the ugliest craft? 80

_Wapping Old Stairs._
“Your Molly has never been false” 65
Untrue to my Ulric I never could be. _Thackeray_ 65
Adelina has flirted. _Punch_ 65
Your Fanny was never false hearted. _Thackeray_ 65
Your money will never be safe 65

_Tom Bowling._
“Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling” 65
Here a sheer hulk from fierce round bowling 66
Here, on the floor stands famed Tom Brassey 66
But a sheer wreck, sits poor Tom Noddy 66
“Drunken Sally.” By _L. M. Thornton_ 66
Here lies a bit of Tom Torpedo 268
A sheer hulk lies the “Devastation” 268

_’Twas post meridian, half-past four,_ 72
’Twas prime meridian, twelve at noon 72
’Twas when the great review was o’er 267
’Twas post meridian, half-past four 267

_As pensive one night in my garret I sate._ 72
I had knocked out the dust from my pipe 72

――――

Thomas Dibdin.

_Deserted by the waning moon_ 73
Deserted by the waning purse 73
Deserted by declining day 73
Hot from the guard room. _Punch_ 73

_Daddy Neptune one day_ 266
Henry Byron one day to A. Harris did say 266
(On the pantomime of Robinson Crusoe) _C. Bede_

_May we ne’er want a friend_ 73
An answer to the foregoing. _Tom Hood_ 73
Go, patter to Lords of the Admiralty 268

――――

Charles Dickens.

_Oh! a dainty plant is the Ivy green._ 9
Oh! a dreary print is the Daily News 9
Oh! a splendid soup is the true Pea green 9
Oh! a dainty growth is official routine. _Punch_ 10
Oh! a dainty plant is the Cabbage green 10
A fine old thing is the yard of clay 10
Oh, a rare old toper was I. V. Green. _Judy_ 11
Oh! a cunning “plant” doth the Jew I ween 275
Oh! a fine old chaunt is “God save the Queen.” 275

_They told him, gently she was dead._ 11
They told him gently he was mad 11
They told him gently she was gone 11

――――

Henry Fielding.

_The Roast Beef of Old England_ 104
The Kail-Brose o’ auld Scotland 104
Oh, the true Whigs of Old England. 1784 104
O! the white vests of Young England. 1844 104
Oh! the brown beer of Old England 105
The Frog and the Bull 105
Oh! the boiled beef of Old England. 1858 105
The Pauper’s Chaunt 106
O, the boiled beef of Australia. 1872 106
The glorious plum-pudding of England. 1879 106

――――

David Garrick.

_Come, cheer up my lads!_ 76
Come, cheer up my lads. 1784 76
” ” ” merry Christmas is near 76
” ” ” (for the Liverpool election 1812) 76
Unfurl the old flag. _J. T. Wright_ 77
The day dawns upon us. _J. H. Wheeler_ 77
Arouse, men of England. _D. Evans_ 77
Awake, sons of Britain 77

――――

W. S. Gilbert.

A list of his dramatic productions 116

_Trial by Jury_ 116

The Judge’s song 116
Song on Breach of Promise of Marriage 117

_H. M. S. Pinafore._
I am the Captain of the Pinafore 117
I am the Mahdi of Mid-Lothian 117
I am the Captain of this Home Rule corps 117
I’m the curse of my country. _Truth._ 1884 118
Joe Golightly, or the First Lord’s daughter 139
When I was a lad I served a term. (Disraeli.) 118
When he was a lad he served a term. (Garfield.) 118
Little Primrose’s song. (Lord Beaconsfield.) 119
Your Grace, we have important information 119
He is an Englishman. (Tichborne Claimant) 119

_The Pirates of Penzance._
Policemen’s chorus 120
Hem! I represent the law. 1883 120
Song by the Prince of Wales. 1884 120
When the Free and Independent goes a-voting 120
The Wheelist’s chorus. _A. Gibbons_ 120, 121
When Lord Beaky’s not engaged in lamentation 120
When a fellow finds in tennis his enjoyment 121
When the window “prising” burglar. _Fun_ 276

_Patience; or, Bunthorne’s Bride._ 1881 121
F. C. Burnand’s _The Colonel_ 121
The Pre-Raphaelite brotherhood 122
_The Æsthetic Movement in England_ 122

_When I first put this uniform on_ 122
The impecunious officer 122
Song on the Kilt by Prince Battenberg 122
When I first put Joe’s uniform on 123

_If you want a receipt for that popular mystery_ 123
If you want a resiet for a novel stenografy.
_The Phonetic Journal._ 1886 123

_If you’re anxious for to shine_ 124
If you want to cut a shine. _P. Bosecic_ 124

_Prithee, pretty maiden――prithee tell me true_ 124
Prithee, Vernon Harcourt. _The Sporting Times_ 124
Prithee, Secretary, what’s the latest news 125
Prithee, gentle working-man. _Truth._ 1883 125

“The Times,” newspaper blunders, and hoaxes 124

Sir W. Vernon Harcourt and the “Times” 124

Trio in “Patience,” by Duke, Colonel and Major 125
Trio in House of Commons by Lord R. Churchill,
Ashmead Bartlett, and Sir Drummond Wolff.
_Punch._ 1882 125
Song by the Social Belle. _Truth_ 126
“The St. James’s Gazette” on Mr. Joseph Chamberlain
in 1885 126
“A very long nosed young man,” and other verses on
the political celebrities of 1882 126
The flippity-flop young man. _H. Adams_ 127
On Sir Wilfrid Lawson, F. C. Burnand, Henry Irving,
Miss Terry, and General Booth 127
On the Daily Telegraph, Gladstone, Salisbury and Sir
Stafford Northcote 128
A common-place young girl 128
A practical, plain young girl 277

_Iolanthe; or, the Peer and the Peri_
When upon the stage we play. _The Referee_, 1883 128
A Lord Chief Justice, by common consent 129
I’m such a susceptible Chancellor 129
When I went to the Church 129
When I took my commission 129
When I went to the bar 130
When I hospitals walked 130
Said a Barrister, low, to himself 130
Said a British General 130
Said a West-end Tradesman 130
Said a jerry Builder 130
Said a City Alderman 130
Said a man of fashion 130
Said I to myself (Henry Irving) 130
When I went to the City (the masher) 131
Oh, nation gay (England to France) 131
Oh, foolish swain (Lawn Tennis) 131

_Princess Ida._
Henry George as the disagreeable man 132
If green cheddar you desire 132
I was not so very old 133
Of all the plans there are on earth 133
Ye who are cumbersome and slow 133
Common sense we bar 133
If you give me your attention. (Col. Knox) 133

_The Mikado._
On a battle field gory 134
Three little maids from school 134
On a seat in the garden 134
The flowers that bloom in the pot 135
The flowers that bloom in the spring 135
The Rads all the yokels to gain, tra la 139
At this general election, 1886 135
How much they’ve all been missed 135
Three little aids to health are we 136
In a cot by a river a lady forlorn 136
The Home Secretary’s song 277

_Ruddigore; or, the witch’s curse._ 136
Alterations, and omissions 137
Once upon a midnight dreary 137
Oh, why am I gloomy and sad 138
I once was a very abandoned person 138
Come hither, ye slaves of the weed 138
“Ruddy George,” at Toole’s Theatre 138
Roll on, thick haze, roll on 139
It really doesn’t matter 277

_Pygmalion and Galatea_ 139
Chiselling Pygmalion 139
The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree 140

_Bab Ballads_ 139
King Thebaw of Burmah 140
Thebaw was the king of the golden toe 141
A monarch of Burmah, I cannot tell why 141
A parody by F. B. Doveton 141
The Bishop and the Ballet 142

――――

Thomas Hood.

_The dream of Eugene Aram._
The dream of the Bilious Beadle. _A. Shirley_ 89

――――

Lady Arthur Hill.

_In the gloaming._
In the gloaming, oh! my darling! _Icycles_ 5
” ” ” ” _Judy_ 5
In the shooting, oh, my comrade. _A. H. Smith_ 5
In the gloaming, O my darlings! _Girls’ Own Paper_ 5
In the gloaming, oh, my proctor. _A. H. Smith_ 5
In the steamer, O my darling 63
On the ocean, oh, my darling 275

――――

Robert Herrick.

_Fair Daffodils we weep to see_ 39
Dear little bills, we weep to see. _H. Cayley_ 39
Order ye Wallsends while ye may 40
Why do I love my love 40
Ah, Ben! say how or when 181
A fine frank roughness in the dress 181

_Cherry ripe, ripe, I cry_ 40
There’s a garden in her face 40
Water-pipes, water-pipes, pipes, I cry 40
Coffee hot, coffee hot, hot, I cry 41
Rosy wine, rosy wine, wine we sip 41
Heavy wet, heavy wet, still I cry 41
Cherry pie! cherry pie! pie! I cry 41
Mutton chops, mutton chops, chops, I cry 41
Cherry bounce, cherry bounce, bounce, I cry 41
Guinea-pigs, guinea-pigs, pigs, I cry 41
Cats’ meat, cats’ meat, meat, I cry. _C. H. Ross_ 259

_Her pretty feet like snails did creep_ 41
Her feet beneath her petticoat. _J. Suckling_ 41
I die if I but spy. _Ernest Radford_ 259

――――

Ben Jonson.

BEN JONSON’S _Ode on the Stage_. 1631 212
An answer to the above by _Owen Feltham_ 212
Another reply by _Randolph_ 213

_Drink to me only with thine eyes_ 31
Drink to me only from a jug. 1823 31
Wink at me only with glass eye 31
Bring to me only, if you’re wise 31
Drink wine only with thy drugs 31
Rink to me only with thine ice 32
Talk to me only with thine eyes. _H. S. Leigh_ 32
Print for me only just one word 181
I sent thee late my able book 181
Come to my lobby with thy vote. _C. H. Waring_ 259

――――

Richard Lovelace.

TO ALTHEA.
_When Love, with unconfinèd Wings_ 214
Grey hairs do not a prophet make. _C. H. Waring_ 214
Champagne will not a dinner make 214

_Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind_ 214
Tell me not, sweet, it is a dodge 214

――――

Dr. Charles Mackay.

JOHN BROWN’S PHILOSOPHY.
“_I’ve a guinea I can spend_” 198
An answer to the above,
“I’ve listened to your song” _J. R. Planché_ 199

_Cheer, boys! cheer!_ 199
Beer! boys! beer! _J. A. Hardwick_ 199, 200
Vote, boys, vote! 199

_There’s a good time coming, boys_ 200
Curses on thee, haughty England 200
There’s a good road making, boys. 1846 201
I met the waiter in his prime 201
It’s a long time coming, boys. 1848 201
On the Salvation Army 202
Parody from _Songs for Liberal Electors_ 202
The past has proved a trying time 202

_To the West! To the West!_ 202
I’m in love! I’m in love! 202

_Far, far upon the Sea._
Pa, out upon the spree. _J. A. Hardwick_ 202

――――

Christopher Marlowe.

_Come live with me, and be my love_ 36
If all the world. _Sir W. Raleigh_ 37
The above in Izaak Walton’s “Angler,” 37
Come live with me. _F. C. Burnand_ 38
Come, rink with me. _Judy_ 38
Come dwell with me, and be my own 232
Come dine with me (on mutton chops) 232
Come, switch with me my cockney love 258
The Nymph’s reply 258

――――

Hon. Mrs. Norton.

THE ARAB’S FAREWELL TO HIS STEED.

“_My beautiful, my beautiful_” 260
The dying vendor of vegetables to his palfrey
of Jerusalem 260
A traveller’s farewell to his train 260
My――anything but beautiful. _P. F. Allen_ 261
My pewter full, my pewter full 261
My bicycle, my bicycle. _One and All_ 262
My beautiful, my bicycle 262
The Englishman’s farewell to his train 263
The public’s address to his cabman 263
The rinker’s farewell to her skates 263

_Bingen on the Rhine_ 264
St. Louis by the creek _Chicago Tribune_ 264

_Love not, ye hapless sons of clay!_ 13
Smoke not your weeds, nor pipes of clay 13
“Stay” not! no longer don. _Punch_ 14
Vote not for me, I pray. _Robert Lowe_ 14

――――

Adelaide Anne Proctor.

_I had a message to send her_ 2
I had a message to send her. _Funny Folks_ 2
I had a message to give her. _Fun_ 2
I’d another message to send her. 1876 64

_Seated one day at the organ_ 3
Batting one day at the Oval. _G. F. Grace_ 3
Seated one day on the organ. _Judy._ 1880 3
Seated at church in the winter. _A. H. S._ 4
Seated for years at the organ. _Punch_ 4
Seated one day at a _Café_. _Judy._ 4
Seated one day on an organ. _J. W. G. W._ 35
Seated one day at the window 35
Seated one day in her carriage. _George Grossmith_ 36
Standing one day at his organ. _Judy_ 275

――――

B. W. Proctor. (Barry Cornwall.)

_Sing! who sings?_ 203
Ride! who rides? 203
Dine! who’d dine? 204

_The sea, the sea, the open sea_ 204
The Cam, the Cam! the dirty Cam. 1836 204
The pipe, the pipe! the German pipe 204
The gin, the gin! Hodge’s cordial gin 204
The mail, the mail! the Royal mail 205
The road, the road! the turnpike road! 205
Of steak, of steak――of prime rump steak 205
The tea, the tea! the genuine tea! 206
The See, the See! the wealthy See! 206
The tea, the tea! the beef, beef tea! 206
The C! the C! the alto C! 206
The van, the van! the hurrying van! 207
The news, the news! the motley news 210
The press! the press! the glorious press! 210

_King Death was a rare old fellow_ 207
July is a rare old fellow 207

THE RETURN OF THE ADMIRAL.
“_How gallantly, how merrily we ride along the sea_” 207
The return of the omnibus. _Albert Smith._ 207
The Alderman. 1884 208
The cruise of the old admiral 208
The return of the Members. _Diogenes._ 1853 208
The term of the Freshman. _Canon Hole_ 209
The return to Tyrol. _Rev. J. W. Ebsworth_ 209
The baby in the train. _J. Ashby Sterry_ 209

――――

J. Howard Payne

_Home, sweet Home_ 26
Two additional verses and notes 26
The court of my sovereign. _Figaro._ 1832 27
’Mid fritters and lollipops 27
’Mid Westminster’s Palace. _Punch._ 1846 27
Though crosses and candles 27
Up courts and round palaces 27
From circuit to circuit 27
’Midst mansions and palaces. _Truth._ 1882 28
’Mid hardships and hovels. _Weekly Dispatch_ 28
Through clubdoms fair palaces ” 28
’Mid new courts and chambers ” 29
In Westminster Palaces ” 29
Though bidden to roam. _Truth._ 1885 29
Fond hearts bear its sweetness ” 29
In the Soudan desert ” 29
Though far from dear England ” 29
In joy or in sadness ” 29
Tho’ rich be our portion ” 29
I pray that I reach ” 29
How many in dreams ” 29
Like bird to its nest ” 29
’Mid falsehood and fallacies ” 30
’Mid soup, fish, and entrées ” 30
’Midst mansions or cottages ” 30
’Mid gin shops or “palaces” ” 30
’Mid pleasures and palaces ” 30
’Mid worry and bustle ” 30
Of all the strong drinks ” 30
In islands or continents ” 30
’Neath measures and policies ” 30
When worries and creditors ” 31
’Mid Ritualistic clergy ” 31
’Mid play sure, sand pal aces ” 31

_Index to catch lines of Choruses._
Home, home, sweet, sweet home 26
Place, place! sweet sweet place 27
Pomme! pomme! Beignet de Pomme! 27
Reid, Reid! doctor Reid 27
Rome, Rome! sweet, sweet Rome 27, 31
Home! home! they’ve no home 27
Home! home! vile, vile home! 28
Home! home! sweet rule of home! 29
Law, law, cheap, cheap law 30
Beef, beef, roast, roast beef 30
Tea, Tea, sweet, sweet tea! 30
Home, home, bleak, bleak home 30
Roam, roam, sweet to roam! 30
When spring cleaning times come 30
Rum, rum, good, good rum 30
Jones, Jones, still, still Jones 30
Home rule, rule at home 30
Boulogne! oh Boulogne! 31
Home rule! sweet home rule! 271
Ale, ale! Double X ale! 271

――――

Sir Walter Raleigh.

_Go soul, the body’s guest_ 211
Go, truth, unwelcome guest 212

_Shall I like a hermit dwell?_ 257
Shall I, wasting in despair. _G. Wither_ 257
Shall my heart be filled with care? 258
Shall I fret and fume and swear? _H. C. Merivale_ 258

――――

Richard Brinsley Sheridan.

Burlesques on his plays 195
The Critic Anticipated. 1779 195
Elizabeth; or, the Invisible Armada 195
The Ar-Rivals. 1884 195
Pizarro; a Spanish Rolla-king drama 259
Pizarro; or, the Leotard of Peru 259

_Here’s to the maiden of bashful fifteen_ 195
A health to the nut brown lass 196
Here’s to each Tory and Radical too 1845 196
Love, you must own, is a comical thing 196
Here’s to the voter whose terms are fifteen 196
Here’s to the ringman. _The Globe_ 197
Easter for maidens of bashful fifteen 197
Here’s to the man with a balance in hand 197
Here’s to the fresher not out of his teens 197
Here’s to the motley, mellifluous host 197
Smart Churchill, ’cute Chamberlain 198
All names of the male kind masculine call 259

_Had I a heart for falsehood framed_ 198
Had I a pound of tender steak 198

_This bottle’s the sun of our table_ 259
Bicycle’s the sun of our stable. _J. G. Dalton_ 259

――――

Sir John Suckling.

_Why so pale and wan, fond lover?_ 178
Why so sad and pale, fond lover? 1819 178

_Ballad upon a wedding_ 178
Aylesbury Races. _Sir J. H. Moore_ 178

――――

Algernon Charles Swinburne.

_The Question. The Daily Telegraph._ 1887 147
The Answer. _The Daily News._ 1887 147

――――

James Thomson.

RULE BRITANNIA 108
A Latin version. _Blackwood’s Magazine_ 108
When Canning’s name was first proclaim’d 109
When Britain first, impell’d by pride 109
When freedom’s foes mock labour’s groan 109
When first the South, to fury fanned 109
When faction at the De’ils command 110
When Beaconsfield, at civic board. 1879 110
Jingoes ever will be knaves 110
Brickbats never will be slates 110

――――

Lord Tennyson.

LORD TENNYSON’S JUBILEE ODE.
Macmillan’s Magazine. April, 1887 142

“_Fifty times the rose has flower’d_” 142
Fifty times the Laureate sharpened his pencil.
_The Globe_ 143
Fifty times the clown has grinned. _Punch_ 143
Fifty times the lines have slipped and halted.
_Scraps_ 144
Fifty times our nose has twirled and tilted.
_Moonshine_ 144
Fifty times seven days are past and ended.
_St. James’s Gazette_ 145
You, the Laureate (O Fortunate) 146
He, revered for a genius. _F. B. Doveton_ 146
Fifty times the State has fooled 146
Ye, who revel in authorship 146
She, disliked for a craftiness 146
(These five are from _The Weekly Dispatch._)
Fifty times my nose I’ve rubbed 147
The ode as it ought to be 279
Fifty times my nose you’ve broken 279
Fifty years your verses have been fading 279
Fifty times we’ve planted Kail and used it.
_W. A. Sloan_ 280

IRISH SONGS.

Samuel Lover.

_Oh! Molly Bawn_ 246
Oh! Molly, pawn without repining 246
Oh! Robert Bawn, why leave me 246

_A baby was sleeping_ 246
A woman half sleeping 246
O come to the wild west. _M. P. Romer_ 246

THE LOW-BACKED CAR 246

_When first I saw sweet Peggy_ 18
When first I saw Miss Clara. _Diogenes_ 18
When first I used the railway. _Punch_ 18
The gin-shop bar. _J. A. Hardwick_ 246
When first I saw the Emperor. 1854 247
Count O’Cavoureen. _Shirley Brooks._ 1859 247
Kathleen Mavourneen’s answer 247

――――

Thomas Moore.

The days are gone when claret bright 252
Those bicycles, those bicycles. _J. G. Dalton_ 254
Strong and sure were the skates she wore 254
Where stood the bar, we’re building love 254
Oh! there is not in nature 254
Oft in the chilly night 254
Most Irish questions are about 254

_The minstrel boy to the wars has gone_ 254
The publican on his raid has gone 254
The militiaman to parade is gone 254
I knew by the dirt 254
I knew by the noise 255
I knew by the smoke 255

_Mary, I believed thee true_ 252
O Mary, I believed you true. _Thomas Hood_ 252

_’Tis the last rose of summer_ 253
Eheu rosarum floruit ultima! _Father Prout_ 253
’Tis the first rose of summer. _Judy_ 253
’Tis the last “quid” of many. _Fun_ 253
’Tis the last fly of summer 253

_The Bells of Shandon._――FATHER PROUT 247
In Memoriam! Father Prout 248
On Frazer’s Magazine. 1882 248
The bells I’ve shamm’d on 248

_Brian O’Lin had no coat to put on_ 249
Daniel O’Connell’d no mischief to brew 249

_You all knew Tom Moody_――ANDREW CHERRY 249
You all knew Pat Fagan 219

_The Lament of the Irish Emigrant._――LADY DUFFERIN
I’m sitting on the stile, Mary 16
I’m flitting in the style, Mary. _Diogenes_ 17
I’m sitting in a style, Mary. _Our Miscellany_ 17
I’m sitting in this style, Mary, _J. B. Oddfish_ 17
I’m sitting at my window, Jack 17
I left thee young and gay, Mary. _Eliza Cook_ 18

_Meet me by moonlight alone._――J. A. WADE 60, 249
Meet me, Miss Molly Malone 60
Meet me this evening alone 60
Meet me with Wimbush alone 60
Meet me at breakfast alone. _Punch_ 60
Viens au bosquet, ce soir. _F. Mahony_ 249

_Did ye hear of the Widow Malone?_――C. LEVER 250
You’ve all heard of Larry O’Toole. _W. M. Thackeray_ 250
Did you hear of Nordisa’s first night? 250

_Erin go Bragh_ 250
From Brest in the Bay of Biscay 250

THE SHAN VAN VOCHT

_Oh! the French are on the Sea_ 251
There’s a Dutchman in the town 251

_Ballyhooly._――R. MARTIN 251
The Parliamentary Ballyhooly 251

SCOTCH SONGS.

Robert Burns.

_Scots wha hae_
Men whose fathers crushed the wrong 239
Where’s the girl can fear disdain? 239
Is there for honest policy. _W. E. Sadler_ 243
A rink’s a rink for a that. _A. W. Mackenzie_ 240
A man’s a man. _Charles Mackay_ 242
Is there for tenets Liberal. 1886 242

_Green grow the rushes O’_ 241
A latin version by _Father Prout_ 241
A Gladstonite lament, 1886 240
The wearing o’ the sashes, oh! 242
My Kitty O’, my Kitty O’. _M. Fahy_ 242
Randy Randolph Churchill, O! 234

_My Love is like the red, red rose_ 238
My love she has a red, red nose 239
My love he has a great red nose 239
Oh! where is our one policeman gone? 236
Oh! where does my own true lover stay? 236
The Broom cam capouring doon 237
The Belgians are coming, oh dear! 238
An Address to the game laws 239
Should auld habiliments be forgot? 239
Let auld acquantance be forgot 240
Ye German princes puir and proud 240
Should brandy ever be forgot? 240
Joe Chamberlain, my Joe 243

――――

Sir Walter Scott.

_Partant pour la Syrie._ Translation by Scott 183

_It was Dunois the young and brave_ 183
It was Bill Noyes, the yeoman brave 184
It was Dunupp, the hard beset 184

_To the Lords of Convention_ 237
To the House at Westminster 237
To the millions of England 237
To the Peers ’tis the People 237
The last pot of marmalade 237
March, march; daisies and buttercups 235

Lullaby in Guy Mannering.
Sleep, Mr. Speaker, ’tis surely fair. _W. M. Praed._ 182

_Maxwelton braes are bonnie_ 233
The Guildhall bench is funny 233

_I have heard the mavis singing_ 233
I have heard the cats a-squealing 233

_Let us haste to Kelvin Grove_ 235
Let us haste and join the chase 235

_I’m wearin’ awa’ John_――LADY NAIRNE 236
I’m frichtened for ye a’ weans 236
Where the poor cease to pay 236

_Behave yoursel’ before folk_ 234
An answer to the above, by _A. Rodger_ 234
As lonely I sat on a calm summer morn 235
Do you ken Arthur Peel? 230
Oh dear! what can the matter be? 233

_The flowers of the forest are a’ wede awa’_ 238
So mourn we to-night. _Daily News._ 1886 238

WELSH SONGS.

_Taffy was a Welshman_ 255
Taffy is a Welshman. A complimentary version by
Shirley Brooks 255
The same in Welsh 256
Bouncer was a welsher 256

_The march of the men of Harlech._
On by love of costs we’re goaded 257
With blaze of fireworks, fêtes, &c. 257
Brothers, up, to win new glory 257

MISCELLANEOUS SONGS.

_At the peaceful mid-night hour._――J. O’KEEFFE 179
A parody on the above 179

_A wet sheet and a flowing sea_ 229
With wet feet in a committee 229

_Alice Gray_
She’s all my fancy painted her 23
It’s all my fancy painted it. _Figaro_ 23
She’s naught my fancy painted her 23
He’s all his agent painted him 24
He’s all my fancy painted him 24
She’s not what fancy painted her. _Punch_ 24
She’s all the chimney sweep described 24
No wonder that they’ve painted her 24
She’s all my fancy painted her. _L. H. Sheridan_ 272

_A frog he would a wooing go._
John Kemble he would an acting go 192
Hal Clifford would a reforming go 192
Campbell would a writing go. 1831 193
Froggy must a warring go. 1857 193
A Premier would a-wooing go. 1887 194
Off they went to Osborne to play. 1887 194
A gray old fox sat under a vine 195

_A life on the ocean wave._
A death on the ocean wave, _Punch_ 78
A life on the ocean waive, _Man in the Moon_ 78

_And shall Trelawney die?_ 222
And shall they strike at Ritual rites? 222

_A song to the oak, the brave old oak_――H. F. CHORLEY 180
A song to the Dukes. _Punch._ 1846 180

_A tale of the Tenth Hussars_ (on Colonel Baker) 87
_When the sand of the lonely desert._ _Punch._ 1884 87
When the train, on its lonely journey 87

_Ballads_――Parodies on various 190

_Battle of Agincourt_――M. DRAYTON 191
Fair stood the wind (we thought). 1885 191
See, where the hosts advance 191
Baviad, and the Maeviad 169

_Beautiful Star._
Beautiful star, on each opera night 34
Beautiful pit, behind the stalls 35
Beautiful soup, so rich and green 35
Billiawatha (on Buffalo Bill). _Judy_ 276

_Blessed as the immortal gods is he_――A. PHILIPS 180
Drunk as a dragon sure is he. _H. Erskine_ 180

_Cease rude Boreas, blust’ring railer_――G. A. STEVENS 79
Cease to bore us, and assail us. 1836 79
Cease to lure us ’bout the ocean. 1865 80

_Champagne Charlie is my name_ 220
Gad’s hill Charlie is my name. 1867 220

CHEVY CHACE.

_God prosper long our noble King_ 184
A Parody from _The Anti-Jacobin_. 1798 185
A Parody from _The Morning Herald_. 1799 185
A parody on the O. P. riots. 1809 186
A Protectionist parody. 1850 187
A parody relating to Mr. Gladstone. 1885 187
The battle of Putney Hill 185
The Middlesex Election 210
The Litchfield defeat 211

_Come, all ye jolly sailors bold._――PRINCE HOARE 74
Come, every jolly rower bold. _G. V. Cox_ 74
Come, all ye Britons, brave and bold. _Punch_ 74
Come, all ye modern seamen bold 268

_Dance, the boatman, dance._
Sign the Bill stamp, sign 217

_Dear Betty, come give me sweet kisses._――Sir C.
H. WILLIAMS 180
Come, give us more Livings and Rectors 181

_Dear Tom, this brown jug._――F. FAWKES 172
Dear Bill, this stone jug. _Punch._ 1857 172
Dear Tom, this black pot. _Figaro._ 1832 173
Dear Jack, this white mug. _W. M. Thackeray_ 173
Della Cruscans, The 69

_Darby and Joan._
The Liberal barque is on the wave 230
The Derby’s here, and I’m getting grey 231
Derby dear, I am old and grey 231
Epitaph on George IV., with Cruikshank’s caricature 103

_Far away._
Where is our last big _coup_. _Truth_ 20
There is a fine old sow 20
Where is a bobby found? 20
Where is now the merry party? 21

_Fluttering spread thy purple pinions._ 1733 169
Slighted love the soul subduing 169
Balmy zephyrs, lightly flitting. _Horace Smith_ 170
Lovely maid with rapture swelling 170
For ever, and for ever. _L. S. May_ 273

_Gentle Zitella, whither away!_ 217
Real Havannah! precious cigar! 217

_Gently touch the warbling lyre._――A. BRADLEY 178
Gently blow and stir the fire. _Dean Swift_ 178
God rest you merry gentlemen. A carol 192

_Go from my window, love go._ 1590 270
Who is at my windo, who, who? 270

_Hang sorrow, let’s cast away care_ 214
Cast away care, he that loves sorrow 215
Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow 215
There are five reasons, as I think 215
He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober 215

_I am a friar of orders grey_――J. O’KEEFFE 177
I am the demagogue of the day 177

_I am a simple muleteer._
I am a rifle volunteer. 1860 226
I am tenant of nine feet by four. T. Hook 101
This is the house that Jack built 102

_If doughty deeds._
If dirty deeds my lady please 228

_I give thee all_――_I can no more_ 182
I give thee all (duck and peas) 182

I hear the children’s voices. _Corney Grain_ 225

_I know an eye_――JOHN OXENFORD 64
I know a “High.” _College Rhymes._ 1866 64

_I’m afloat! I’m afloat!_ 78
There’s a flat! there’s a flat! _Puppet Show_ 78
I’m a shot, I’m a shot! 78
I’m a float! I’m a float! _The Angler’s Journal_ 78
I’m a shrimp! I’m a shrimp! _R. Brough_ 274
I’m a gent! I’m a gent! 274

_I’m ninety-five._
I’m thirty-five! I’m thirty-five. _Truth_ 20
In good King William’s peaceful reign 164

_In the days when we went gipsying_ 174
Oh, the days when we went gipsying. _A. Smith_ 174
Oh, the days we read those musty books 175
I would all womankind were dead. _Aytoun_ 175

_It came with the merry May, love._ 12
It came with the joyful June, love 12
It came with the merry May, love. _F. Bowyer_ 36

_I thank the goodness and the grace_ 232
Upon my childhood’s pallid morn 232

_I cannot sing the old songs_――CLARIBEL―― 25
We met――’twas on the rink 25
I cannot eat the old horse 25
I cannot hold the old creeds. _G. Sexton_ 273

_I’ve been roaming, I’ve been roaming_ 62
I’ve been shopping, I’ve been shopping 62
I’ve been eating, I’ve been eating 62
I’ve been turning, I’ve been turning 62

_Jolly Nose! the bright rubies that garnish thy tip._
W. H. AINSWORTH 231
Beau nez! dont les rubis 231

_Just before the battle, mother_ 226
Just before the wedding, mother 226
Just after the wedding, mother 227

_Lilli Bulero_――LORD WHARTON 189
The new Lila Bulero. 1798 189
Bully bullero, buller a-la. 1887 190

_Long, long ago_
Twine me the curls I delighted to see 182