Songs Controversial By Silent Long [i.e. T. T. Lynch] |
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THE EDITOR MOUNTED. |
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VI. THE EDITOR MOUNTED.
The British Lion has his fame,
And shall it come to pass
That none will urge another claim,
And praise the British Ass?
How long his ears, how loud his bray,
Profoundly stupid he,
And ever towards the proper way,
His tail points faithfully.
And shall it come to pass
That none will urge another claim,
And praise the British Ass?
How long his ears, how loud his bray,
Profoundly stupid he,
And ever towards the proper way,
His tail points faithfully.
But let him on the Church lands feed,
And see around him bristle,
In crops luxuriant and profuse,
The old five-pointed thistle,
And then you will convert him to
An ass of noblest mettle;
And problems no man's head can solve,
His heels will swiftly settle.
And see around him bristle,
In crops luxuriant and profuse,
The old five-pointed thistle,
And then you will convert him to
An ass of noblest mettle;
And problems no man's head can solve,
His heels will swiftly settle.
No argument can make him stir,
Howe'er you poke and thwack;
But let the British Editor
But mount upon his back;
His ears he lifts, his heels he flings,
And headlong flies away,
Smashing through truth and decency
With a triumphant bray.
Howe'er you poke and thwack;
But let the British Editor
But mount upon his back;
His ears he lifts, his heels he flings,
And headlong flies away,
Smashing through truth and decency
With a triumphant bray.
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