"His name is HASH BAZ BEN, And SOLOMON and ZABULON At first the busman smiled, And gay young dogs would wait To see the bus go by (These gay young dogs in striking togs), To hear the bishop cry: : "Observe his grisly beard, His race it clearly shows, "His name is HASH BAZ BEN, And SOLOMON and ZABULON This bus-directing Jew." But though at first amused, Yet after seven years, This Hebrew child got awful riled, And busted into tears. He really almost feared His nose, and name, and beard became At length he swore an oath, The reason he would know The good old bishop sat The busman came, sent up his "Indeed?” replied the Jew. name, "Shall I be freed?" "You will, indeed!' Then Done!" said he, " with you!" The organ which, in man, His tangled Hebrew beard, Which to his waist came down, Was now a pair of whiskers fair His name, ADOLPHUS BROWN. He wedded in a year That prelate's daughter JANE ; He's grown quite fair has auburn hairHis wife is far from plain. Bab THE TROUBADOUR A TROUBADOUR he played Within, a hapless maid Responded to his call. "Oh, willow, woe is me! Alack and well-a-day! If I were only free I'd hie me far away!" Unknown her face and name, But this he knew right well, The maiden's wailing came From out a dungeon cell. A hapless woman lay Within that dungeon grim That fact, I've heard him say, Was quite enough for him. "I will not sit or lie, Or eat or drink, I vow, Till thou art free as I, Or I as pent as thou." Her tears then ceased to flow, Her wails no longer rang, And tuneful in her woe The prisoned maiden sang: "Oh, stranger, as you play I recognize your touch; And all that I can say Is, thank you very much." He seized his clarion straight, A warden oped the gate, 66 Oh, what might be your will?" "I've come, sir knave, to see The master of these halls : A maid unwillingly Lies prisoned in their walls." With barely stifled sigh That porter drooped his head, With teardrops in his eye, He stayed to hear no more, SIR HUGH DE PECKHAM RYE. |