Now FREDDY'S operatic pas Now JOHNNY's hornpipe seems entrapping: Now FREDDY'S many days. For many weeks performed each brother. For each was active in his ways, And neither would give in to t'other. After a month of this, they say (The maid was getting bored and moody) A wandering curate passed that way And talked a lot of goody-goody. "Oh my," said he, with solemn frown, "I tremble for each dancing frater, Like unregenerated clown And harlequin at some thee-ayter." He showed that men, in dancing, do With Firstly, Secondly, and Thirdly. For months both JOHN and FREDDY danced, Till FREDDY fainted on a stool, And JOHNNY on the top of FREDDY. "Decide! "" be named quoth they ; "let him Who henceforth as his wife may rank you." "I've changed my views," the maiden said, "I only marry curates, thank you!" Says FREDDY, "Here is goings on! 66 And I," exclaimed poetic FREDDY. But while they read for it, these chaps, The curate booked the maiden bonny And when she's buried him, perhaps, She'll marry FREDERICK or JOHNNY. Bab SIR GUY THE CRUSADER GUY was a doughty crusader, A muscular knight, Ever ready to fight, A very determined invader, And DICKEY DE LION's delight. LENORE was a Saracen maiden, The reverse of grotesque; Her pa was a bagman at Aden, Of face and of figure majestic, Ecstaticized pits; Her troubles were only domestic, Her father incessantly lashed her, She was grudgingly fed; Whenever her father he thrashed her Guy saw her, and loved her, with reason, And saw her progenitor whop her "So pretty," said he, "and so trusting! You brute of a dad, You unprincipled cad, Your conduct is really disgusting. "You're a turbaned old Turk, and Your daughter LENORE I intensely adore, And I cannot help feeling indignant, "To see a fond father employing For to bang her about, To a sensitive lover's annoying." TOO AWFUL THE REST 1811 out! "To London I'll go from my charmer." Which he did, with his loot (Seven hats and a flute), And was nabbed for his Sydenham armor, |