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Lay of the Whipper-in.
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 | Miscellaneous writings of the late Dr. Maginn |  |
Lay of the Whipper-in.
You all knew Bill Sligo, the Whipper-in, well—
'Mong a thousand his crack you'd be certain to tell;
On the night of division his voice would be hard,
From the North to the South of yon Old Palace Yard.
“Hark—hark!—in and in—hither come to the vote!”
And so old Bill Sligo kept straining his throat.
'Mong a thousand his crack you'd be certain to tell;
On the night of division his voice would be hard,
From the North to the South of yon Old Palace Yard.
“Hark—hark!—in and in—hither come to the vote!”
And so old Bill Sligo kept straining his throat.
When the moment appeared that the game was at bay,
And the thing should be settled at once, “aye or nay,”
Old Bill shewed his face, dashed the thong all around—
From each lurking spot he sure brought up his hound.
“Yoicks, Bathurst—Dundas, halloo!—Squeakum, ho! Wynn—
Hark to Old Billy Sligo, who's whipping you in.
And the thing should be settled at once, “aye or nay,”
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From each lurking spot he sure brought up his hound.
“Yoicks, Bathurst—Dundas, halloo!—Squeakum, ho! Wynn—
Hark to Old Billy Sligo, who's whipping you in.
Ho! whelps out of Ireland—Ho, hounds North of Tweed!
High, close to the cover—or else no more feed.
Hollo, Croker—Ho! Murr—Mangy Georgebob, Twiss, haw!
Bloody Jem, Scruffy Franky, whelp Tommy Macaw;
Keep up, keep ye up, steady there, Sturdy Bourne!”
Songs Old Bill Sligo to each in his turn.
High, close to the cover—or else no more feed.
Hollo, Croker—Ho! Murr—Mangy Georgebob, Twiss, haw!
Bloody Jem, Scruffy Franky, whelp Tommy Macaw;
Keep up, keep ye up, steady there, Sturdy Bourne!”
Songs Old Bill Sligo to each in his turn.
When at last shall ill luck put him out of his sate,
O, think of him, lads, on the night of Debate;
Think how well he his whip, my dear bastes, had applied,
How so long he had kept you from running all wide;
And his place in the writ as the Speaker shall fill,
Give three hearty view hollows for poor Sligo Bill.
O, think of him, lads, on the night of Debate;
Think how well he his whip, my dear bastes, had applied,
How so long he had kept you from running all wide;
And his place in the writ as the Speaker shall fill,
Give three hearty view hollows for poor Sligo Bill.
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