Philip Le Barr, Was knocked down by a car,
The Ahkoond of Swat is dead.—London Papers
WHAT, what, what,
I have fought against the poodle with his gory, deadly paws; I have faced the fearsome kitten, wild and bony,
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The doctor took my shirt away;
He did it for the best;
These annual bills! these annual bills!
How many a song their discord trills
I'm walking backwards for Christmas, Across the Irish Sea,
On Seeing One on a Lady's Bonnet at Church
Ha! whare ye gaun' ye crowlin ferlie?
Gittin' used to his feet
On de solid ground.
Full a dozen red lips patter:
“Who is going to ride with who?”
Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe.
I camped one night in an empty hut on the side of a lonely hill.
I didn’t go much on empty huts, but the night was awful chill.
My Pa he eats his breakfast in a funny sort of way:
There's a little sallow idle man lives north of Waterloo,
And he owns the toughest music hall in town.
What can you do with a woman under thirty?
It's true she has a certain freshness, like a green apple,
Down the stream the swans all glide; It's quite the cheapest way to ride.
A peaceful spot is Piper's Flat. The folk that live around -
They keep themselves by keeping sheep and turning up the ground;
I wish I had a barrel of rum
and sugar three hundred pound.
So you're back from up the country, Mister Lawson, where you went,
And you're cursing all the business in a bitter discontent;
I sat beside a lady fair,
A lady grave and sweet;
Little Miss Muffet discovered a tuffet,
(Which never occurred to the rest of us)
Stand fast amidst the darkness! Ah! my dear, 'Tis easy loving where the sunshine falls,
Burgum, I thank thee, thou hast let me see
That Bristol has impress'd her stamp on thee,
It was somewhere up the country, in a land of rock and scrub,
That they formed an institution called the Geebung Polo Club.
A parody of "If I Should Die" by Benjamin Franklin King (1857-1894).
Queen of my tub, I merrily sing,
While the white foam raises high,
Our Aunt Hanna's passed away,
We 'ad her funeral today,
or return my napkin, whose value
doesn’t disturb me, truly,
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