TRUE TO POLL I'll sing you a song, not very long, And the last words he uttered, His heart was true to Poll, It's no matter what you do If your heart be only true: And his heart was true to Poll. 'Twas a wreck. William, on shore he swam, And looked about for an inn; When a noble savage lady, of a color rather shady, Came up with a kind of grin: "Oh, marry me, and a king you'll be, And in a palace loll; Or we'll eat you willy-nilly." So he gave his hand, did Billy, But his heart was true to Poll. Away a twelvemonth sped, and a happy life he led As the King of the Kikeryboos; His paint was red and yellar, and he used a big umbrella, And he wore a pair of over-shoes; He'd corals and knives, and twenty-six wives, One day they all revolted, His heart was true to Poll, Frank C. Burnand THE WIDOW MALONE Did you hear of the Widow Malone O hone! Who lived in the town of Athlone Alone? O, she melted the hearts So lovely the Widow Malone. Of lovers she had a full score From the minister down To the clerk of the Crown, All were courting the Widow Malone O hone! All were courting the Widow Malone. But so modest was Mrs. Malone, 'Twas known, That no one could see her alone, O hone! Let them ogle and sigh, So bashful the Widow Malone. Till one Mister O'Brien from Clare, 'Tis little for blushing they care Down there; Put his arm round her waist, Gave ten kisses at laste, And says he, "You're my Molly Malone, My own." Says he, "You're my Molly Malone." - And the widow they all thought so shy — My eye! Never thought of a simper or sigh; "O Lucius," said she, For why? Since you've now made so free, You may marry your Mary Malone." There's a moral contained in my song, And one comfort it's not very long, If for widows you die, Learn to kiss-not to sigh, For they're all like sweet Mistress Malone! O hone! O they're all like sweet Mistress Malone! Charles Lever AN INVITATION TO THE ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS BY A STUTTERING LOVER I have found out a gig-gig-gift for my fuf-fuf-fair, I have found where the rattlesnakes bub-bub-breed; Will you co-co-come, and I'll show you the bub-bub-bear, And the lions and tit-tit-tigers at fuf-fuf-feed. I know where the co-co-cockatoo's song Makes mum-mum-melody through the sweet vale; Where the mum-monkeys gig-gig-grin all the day long, Or gracefully swing by the tit-tit-tit-tail. You shall pip-play, dear, some did-did-delicate joke With the bub-bub-bear on the tit-tit-top of his pip-pip-pippole; But observe, 'tis forbidden to pip-pip-poke At the bub-bub-bear with your pip-pip-pink pip-pip-pippip-parasol! You shall see the huge elephant pip-pip-play, You shall gig-gig-gaze on the stit-stit-stately raccoon; And then, did-did-dear, together we'll stray To the cage of the bub-bub-blue-faced bab-bab-boon. You wished (I r-r-remember it well, And I lul-lul-loved you the m-m-more for the wish) To witness the bub-bub-beautiful pip-pip-pelican swallow the 1-1-live little fuf-fuf-fish! Punch EARLY RISING God bless the man who first invented sleep!” His great discovery to himself; nor try Yes-bless the man who first invented sleep, "Rise with the lark, and with the lark to bed," The time for honest folks to be a-bed Is in the morning, if I reason right; |