Cricket Songs and other trifling verses penned by one of the Authors of "Thistledown." [i.e. by N. R. Gale] |
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THE CONTENTED GOURMAND. |
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THE CONTENTED GOURMAND.
Bombs burst in St. Petersburgh Streets,
Republicans redden in Spain;
In Greece and Westphalia, in Wales and Australia
There's nothing but failure, that's plain!
But pass me the pepper, my love,
While princes and potentates pout;
Conspiracies clannish, French, English or Spanish,
Shan't banish my oysters and stout!
Republicans redden in Spain;
In Greece and Westphalia, in Wales and Australia
There's nothing but failure, that's plain!
But pass me the pepper, my love,
While princes and potentates pout;
Conspiracies clannish, French, English or Spanish,
Shan't banish my oysters and stout!
The Germans are drawing their maps,
The Froggies are croaking again:
The Eagle of Prussia and Turkey and Russia
Are coming a crusher, that's plain!
But put down my slippers to warm
While sextons and gravediggers shout;
Let cannonades punch at the palace Kings lunch at—
I munch at my oysters and stout!
The Froggies are croaking again:
The Eagle of Prussia and Turkey and Russia
Are coming a crusher, that's plain!
But put down my slippers to warm
While sextons and gravediggers shout;
Let cannonades punch at the palace Kings lunch at—
I munch at my oysters and stout!
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They'll run against conical balls
And get most decidedly slain
By rifles repeating Death's appetite treating,
But I shall be eating, that's plain!
So fill me my meerschaum, my fair,
To puff while they storm a redoubt;
For bullets that shatter Hussars at the platter
Shan't scatter my oysters and stout!
And get most decidedly slain
By rifles repeating Death's appetite treating,
But I shall be eating, that's plain!
So fill me my meerschaum, my fair,
To puff while they storm a redoubt;
For bullets that shatter Hussars at the platter
Shan't scatter my oysters and stout!
Constituents grumbled and groaned,
And sighed that they gave me a rein;
They thought I should get up and make Gladstone “sit up,”
Till Randy's face lit up, that's plain!
But hand me my coffee, my dear;
Blest stars, I am free of that rout—
The Tories of Crozer who threatened exposure
And Closure on oysters and stout!
And sighed that they gave me a rein;
They thought I should get up and make Gladstone “sit up,”
Till Randy's face lit up, that's plain!
But hand me my coffee, my dear;
Blest stars, I am free of that rout—
The Tories of Crozer who threatened exposure
And Closure on oysters and stout!
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