Cricket Songs and other trifling verses penned by one of the Authors of "Thistledown." [i.e. by N. R. Gale] |
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A BALLADE OF BROTHERLY LOVE.
In early years a long time dead,
When I was weak and you were strong,
You threw a flint against my head,
And made me always in the wrong;
You said my nose was far too long;
And gave it many a doleful screw;
You lashed me with a leathern thong—
Botany Bay's the place for you!
When I was weak and you were strong,
You threw a flint against my head,
And made me always in the wrong;
You said my nose was far too long;
And gave it many a doleful screw;
You lashed me with a leathern thong—
Botany Bay's the place for you!
At school you stole my shirts and studs
And trifles from the “Continong,”
My damsel-destined blooms and buds,
My boyhood's love, Miss Katie Hong:
For you she sang each dreamy song,
For you her robes (and teeth) were new;
She coyly sugared your Souchong—
Botany Bay's the place for you!
And trifles from the “Continong,”
My damsel-destined blooms and buds,
My boyhood's love, Miss Katie Hong:
For you she sang each dreamy song,
For you her robes (and teeth) were new;
She coyly sugared your Souchong—
Botany Bay's the place for you!
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When you were tired you put her by
And strut for strut you aped “haut ton;”
You fingered other persons' pie,
And lured my new love, Miss de Jong!
You kissed her near the dinner-gong,
For kisses taught deceptive Loo,
And then eloped to far Hong Kong—
Botany Bay's the place for you!
And strut for strut you aped “haut ton;”
You fingered other persons' pie,
And lured my new love, Miss de Jong!
You kissed her near the dinner-gong,
For kisses taught deceptive Loo,
And then eloped to far Hong Kong—
Botany Bay's the place for you!
L'envoi.
O Brother, not the sharpest prongCould prick you as becomes your due!
Nor clubs your skull enough ding-dong—
Botany Bay's the place for you!
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