THOMSON GREEN AND HARRIET HALE. To be Sung to the Air of "An 'Orrible Tale." H list to this incredible tale Of THOMSON GREEN and HARRIET It's truth in one remark you'll sum-"Twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twum !" Oh, THOMSON GREEN was an auctioneer, Oh, THOMSON GREEN, I may remark, Spoke of the extraordinary beauty of the day. They met again, and strange, though true, "Old man, I love your daughter and your daughter worships me !" Their names were regularly banned, They were married on the quiet at St. Mary Oh, list to this incredible tale Of THOMSON GREEN, and HARRIET HALE, "Twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twum !" That very self-same afternoon They started on their honeymoon, And (oh, astonishment!) took flight To a pretty little cottage close to Shanklin, Isle of But now-you'll doubt my word, I know— Astounding fact! this happy pair Took a gentlemanly residence in Canonbury Square! They led a weird and reckless life, They dined each day, this man and wife, (Pray disbelieve it, if you please) On a joint of meat, a pudding, and a 'ittle bit of cheese. In time came those maternal joys Oh, list to this incredible tale Of THOMSON GREEN and Harriet Hale, "Twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle My name for truth is gone, I fear, To an eligible person in the cotton-broking way. Bab Whenever THOMSON GREEN fell sick From whom some words like these would come- For thirty years this curious pair They loved each other dearly in a quiet sort of way. Well, THOMSON GREEN fell ill and died; To the eligible lodger in the cotton-broking way. Oh, list to this incredible tale Of THOMSON GREEN AND HARRIET HALE, Twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twum!" |