Lost Bab ballads By W. S. Gilbert: Collected, edited and illustrated by Townley Searle |
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THE CATTLE SHOW: THE SHILLING DAY
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THE CATTLE SHOW: THE SHILLING DAY
(By a very Low Fellow)
Pushing, crushing, panting, squeezing.
Fat-faced farmers left and right;
Round the beasts scarce room for sneezing,
Each one struggling for a sight.
That's the style, we like a mob,
And we've only paid a bob!
Fat-faced farmers left and right;
Round the beasts scarce room for sneezing,
Each one struggling for a sight.
That's the style, we like a mob,
And we've only paid a bob!
Into pigs umbrellas poking,
Likewise sticks and parasols,
They're too fat to mind such joking,
Thoughts of oil-cake fill their souls.
They are heedless of the mob
Who have only paid a bob!
Likewise sticks and parasols,
They're too fat to mind such joking,
Thoughts of oil-cake fill their souls.
They are heedless of the mob
Who have only paid a bob!
Passing on, we next a visit
To the fatted oxen make;
Prime indeed each sleek side is, it
Makes us long to cut a steak.
Such things are not for the mob
Who have only paid a bob.
To the fatted oxen make;
Prime indeed each sleek side is, it
Makes us long to cut a steak.
Such things are not for the mob
Who have only paid a bob.
Then the sheep claim our attention,
Southdowns, Devons, Herefords,
This a medal's gained, that, mention,
Gladness bringing to their lords.
What care we? the vulgar mob
Who have only paid a bob!
Southdowns, Devons, Herefords,
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Gladness bringing to their lords.
What care we? the vulgar mob
Who have only paid a bob!
To the implements for farming
Next we turn, and drawing near,
Comes the thought there'd be no harm in
Half a pie and bottled beer.
We eat and feel we're of the mob
Who have only paid a bob!
Next we turn, and drawing near,
Comes the thought there'd be no harm in
Half a pie and bottled beer.
We eat and feel we're of the mob
Who have only paid a bob!
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