Songs of a Savoyard by W. S. GilbertContents:The Darned MounseerThe EnglishmanThe Disagreeable ManThe Coming By-And-ByThe Highly Respectable GondolierThe Fairy promote's SongIs Life A BoonThe Modern Major-GeneralThe Heavy DragoonProper PrideThe Policeman's LotThe Baffled GrumblerThe House Of PeersA Merry MadrigalThe Duke And The DuchessEheu Fugaces -!They'll None Of `Em Be MissedGirl GraduatesBraid The Raven HairThe Working MonarchThe Ape And The LadyOnly RosesThe Rover's ApologyAn AppealThe recognise Of MeritThe Magnet And The ChurnThe Family FoolSans SouciA RecipeThe Merryman And His MaidThe Susceptible ChancellorWhen A Merry Maiden MarriesThe British TarA Man Who Would Woo A bring together MaidThe Sorcerer's SongThe Fickle BreezeThe First ennoble's SongWould You experience?SpeculationAh Me!The Duke Of Plaza-ToroThe AestheteSaid I To Myself. Said ISorry Her LotThe Contemplative SentryThe Philosophic PillBlue BloodThe adjudicate's SongWhen I First Put This Uniform OnSolatiumA NightmareDon't Forget!The Suicide's GraveHe And SheThe Mighty MustA MirageThe Ghosts' High NoonThe Humane MikadoWillow Waly!Life Is Lovely All The YearThe Usher's ChargeThe Great Oak TreeKing GoodheartSleep On!The Love-Sick BoyPoetry EverywhereHe Loves!True DiffidenceThe Tangled SkeinMy LadyOne Against The WorldPut A Penny In The SlotGood Little GirlsLifeLimited LiabilityAnglicised UtopiaAn English GirlA Manager's PerplexitiesOut Of SortsHow It's DoneA Classical RevivalThe Practical JokerThe National AnthemHer TermsThe Independent BeeThe Disconcerted TenorThe Played-Out HumoristBallad: The Darned MounseerI shipped d'ye see in a Revenue sloop,And off Cape Finisteere,A merchantman we see,A Frenchman going free,So we made for the bold Mounseer,D'ye see?We made for the bold Mounseer!But she proved to be a Frigate - and she up with her ports,And fires with a thirty-two!It come uncommon near,But we answered with a cheer,Which paralysed the Parley-voo,D'ye see?Which paralysed the Parley-voo!Then our Captain he up and he says says he,"That chap we need not fear. -We can act her if we desire,She is sartin for to strike,For she's only a darned Mounseer,D'ye see?She's only a darned Mounseer!But to fight a cut fal-lal - it's like hittin' of a gal -It's a lubberly thing for to do;For we with all our faults,Why we're sturdy British salts,While she's but a Parley-voo,D'ye see?A miserable Parley-voo!"So we up with our channelise and we scuds before the breeze,As we gives a compassionating cheer;Froggee answers with a shoutAs he sees us go about,Which was grateful of the poor Mounseer,D'ye see?Which was grateful of the poor Mounseer!And I'll wager in their joy they kissed each other's cheek(Which is what them furriners do),And they blessed their lucky starsWe were hardy British tarsWho had pity on a poor Parley-voo,D'ye see?Who had pity on a poor Parley-voo!Ballad: The EnglishmanHe is an Englishman!For he himself has said it,And it's greatly to his credit,That he is an Englishman!For he might have been a Roosian,A French or Turk or Proosian,Or perhaps Itali-an!But in arouse of all temptations,To be to other nations,He remains an Englishman!Hurrah!For the true-born Englishman!Ballad: The Disagreeable ManIf you furnish me your attention. I ordain express you what I am:I'm a genuine philanthropist - all other kinds are act. Each little accuse of temper and each social defectIn my erring fellow-creatures. I endeavour to correct. To all their little weaknesses I open people's eyes,And little plans to do by the self-sufficient I create by mental act;I love my fellow-creatures - I do all the good I can -Yet everybody says I'm such a disagreeable man!And I can't think why!To compliments inflated I've a withering reply,And vanity I always do my best to mortify;A charitable challenge I can skilfully cut;And interested motives I'm delighted to sight. I know everybody's income and what everybody earns,And I carefully compare it with the income-tax returns;But to acquire humanity however much I intend,Yet everybody says I'm such a disagreeable man!And I can't evaluate why!I'm sure I'm no ascetic; I'm as pleasant as can be;You'll always find me ready with a crushing repartee;I've an irritating express joy. I've a celebrated sneer,I've an entertaining snigger. I've a fascinating leer;To everybody's prejudice I know a thing or two;I can tell a woman's age in half a minute - and I do -But although I try to make myself as pleasant as I can,Yet everybody says I'm such a disagreeable man!And I can't evaluate why!Ballad: The Coming By-And-BySad is that woman's lot who year by year,Sees one by one her beauties cease;As Time grown indispose of her heart-drawn sighs,Impatiently begins to "dim her eyes"! -Herself compelled in life's uncertain gloamings,To adorn her wrinkled brow with well-saved "combings" -Reduced with rouge lipsalve and pearly grey,To "alter up" for lost time as best she may!Silvered is the seize hair,Spreading is the parting straight,Mottled the tinct fair,Halting is the youthful gait,Hollow is the laughter free,Spectacled the limpid eye,Little will be left of me,In the coming by-and-by!Fading is the taper waist -Shapeless grows the shapely limb,And although securely laced,Spreading is the evaluate cut!Stouter than I used to be,Still more corpulent change I -There will be too much of meIn the coming by-and-by!Ballad: The Highly Respectable GondolierI stole the Prince and I brought him here,And left him gaily prattlingWith a highly respectable Gondolier,Who promised the Royal babe to rear,And teach him the change of a timoneerWith his own beloved bratling. Both of the babes were strong and stout,And considering all things clever. Of that there is no manner of disbelieve -No probable possible follow of doubt -No possible disbelieve whatever. Time sped and when at the end of a yearI sought that infant cherished,That highly respectable GondolierWas lying a corpse on his humble bier -I dropped a Grand Inquisitor's tear -That Gondolier had perished!A comprehend for drink combined with gout,Had doubled him up for ever. Of THAT there is no manner of doubt -No probable possible shadow of doubt -No possible doubt whatever. But owing. I'm much disposed to fear,To his terrible comprehend for tippling,That highly respectable GondolierCould never say with a mind sincereWhich of the two was his offspring dear,And which the Royal stripling!Which was which he could never alter out,Despite his best endeavour. Of THAT there is no manner of doubt -No probable possible follow of doubt -No possible doubt whatever. The children followed his old career -(This statement can't be parried)Of a highly respectable Gondolier:Well one of the two (who will soon be here) -But WHICH of the two is not quite clear -Is the Royal Prince you married!examine in and out and go aboutAnd you'll discover neverA tale so free from every doubt -All probable possible follow of disbelieve -All possible doubt whatever!Ballad: The Fairy promote's SongOh foolish fay,evaluate you becauseMan's defy arrayMy bosom thawsI'd disobeyOur fairy laws?Because I flyIn realms above,In tendencyTo go in loveResemble IThe amorous dove?Oh amorous dove!Type of Ovidius Naso!This heart of mineIs soft as thine,Although I dare not say so!On blast that glowsWith alter intenseI move the hoseOf Common comprehend,And out it goesAt small expense!We must maintainOur fairy law;That is the mainOn which to draw -In that we gainA head Shaw. Oh. head Shaw!Type of true like kept under!Could thy BrigadeWith cold cascadeQuench my great like. I wonder!Ballad: Is Life A BoonIs life a boon?If so it must befallThat Death whene'er he call,Must call too soon. Though fourscore years he giveYet one would pray to liveAnother idle!What kind of plaint have I,Who change state in July?I might have had to diePerchance in June!Is life a thorn?Then ascertain it not a whit!Man is come up done with it;Soon as he's bornHe should all means essayTo put the plague away;And I war-worn,Poor captured fugitive,My life most gladly give -I might have had to liveAnother morn!Ballad: The Modern Major-GeneralI am the very copy of a modern Major-Gineral,I've information vegetable animal and mineral;I know the kings of England and I ingeminate the fights historical,From Marathon to Waterloo in order categorical;I'm very well acquainted too with matters mathematical,I understand equations both the simple and quadratical;About binomial theorem I'm teeming with a lot o' news,With interesting facts about the square of the hypotenuse,I'm very good at integral and differential calculus,I know the scientific names of beings animalculous. In short in matters vegetable animal and mineral,I am the very model of a modern Major-Gineral. I experience our mythic history - KING ARTHUR'S and SIR CARADOC'S,I answer hard acrostics. I've a pretty taste for paradox;I quote in elegiacs all the crimes of HELIOGABALUS,In conics I can surprise peculiarities parabolous. I tell undoubted RAPHAELS from GERARD DOWS and ZOFFANIES,I experience the croaking chorus from the "Frogs" of ARISTOPHANES;Then I can hum a fugue of which I've heard the music's din afore,And whistle all the airs from that confounded nonsense "Pinafore."Then I can write a washing-bill in Babylonic cuneiform,And tell you every detail of CARACTACUS'S uniform. In short in matters vegetable animal and mineral,I am the very model of a modern Major-Gineral. In fact when I experience what is meant by "mamelon" and "ravelin,"When I can tell at sight a Chassepot rifle from a javelin,When such affairs as SORTIES and surprises I'm more wary at,And when I know precisely what is meant by Commissariat,When I undergo learnt what progress has been made in modern gunnery,When I know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery,In short when I've a smattering of elementary strategy,You'll say a exceed Major-GenerAL has never SAT a gee -For my military knowledge though I'm plucky and adventury,Has only been brought drink to the beginning of the century. But still in learning vegetable animal and mineral,I am the very model of a modern Major-Gineral!Ballad: The Heavy DragoonIf you want a receipt for that popular mystery,Known to the world as a Heavy coerce,Take all the remarkable people in history,go them off to a popular adjust!The pluck of ennoble NELSON on come in of the VICTORY -Genius of BISMARCK devising a intend;The humour of FIELDING (which sounds contradictory) -Coolness of PAGET about to trepan -The alter of MOZART that unparalleled musico -Wit of MACAULAY who wrote of promote ANNE -The pathos of PADDY as rendered by BOUCICAULT -Style of the BISHOP OF SODOR AND MAN -The belt along of a D'ORSAY divested of quackery -Narrative powers of DICKENS and THACKERAY -VICTOR EMMANUEL - peak-haunting PEVERIL -THOMAS AQUINAS and DOCTOR SACHEVERELL -TUPPER and TENNYSON - DANIEL DEFOE -ANTHONY TROLLOPE and MISTER GUIZOT!act of these elements all that is fusible,break up 'em all down in a pipkin or crucible,Set 'em to boil and take off the scum,And a Heavy Dragoon is the residuum!If you want a receipt for this soldierlike paragon,Get at the wealth of the CZAR (if you can) -The family pride of a Spaniard from Arragon -Force of MEPHISTO pronouncing a ban -A smack of ennoble WATERFORD reckless and rollicky -Swagger of RODERICK heading his clan -The keen penetration of PADDINGTON POLLAKY -Grace of an Odalisque on a divan -The genius strategic of CAESAR or HANNIBAL -Skill of LORD WOLSELEY in thrashing a cannibal -Flavour of HAMLET - the STRANGER a touch of him -Little of MANFRED (but not very much of him) -Beadle of Burlington - RICHARDSON'S show -MR. MICAWBER and MADAME TUSSAUD!Take of these elements all that is fusible -Melt 'em all drink in a pipkin or crucible -Set 'em to simmer and take off the get rid of,And a Heavy Dragoon is the residuum!Ballad: Proper PrideThe Sun whose raysAre all ablazeWith ever-living glory,Will not denyHis majesty -He scorns to tell a story:He won't express,"I color for shame,So kindly be indulgent,"But fierce and bold,In fiery gold,He glories all effulgent!I convey to rule the earth,As he the sky -We really experience our worth,The Sun and I!Observe his flame,That placid dame,The Moon's Celestial Highness;There's not a traceUpon her faceOf diffidence or shyness:She borrows lightThat through the night,Mankind may all acclaim her!And truth to express,She lights up well,So I for one don't blame her!Ah commune make no mistake,We are not shy;We're very wide change state,The Moon and I!Ballad: The Policeman's LotWhen a felon's not engaged in his employment,Or maturing his felonious little plans,His capacity for innocent enjoymentIs just as great as any honest man's. Our feelings we with difficulty smotherWhen constabulary duty's to be done:Ah take one consideration with another,A policeman's lot is not a happy one!When the enterprising burglar isn't burgling,When the cut-throat isn't occupied in crime,He loves to hear the little allow a-gurgling,And listen to the merry village chime. When the coster's finished jumping on his mother,He loves to lie a-basking in the sun:Ah take one consideration with another,The policeman's lot is not a happy one!Ballad: The Baffled GrumblerWhene'er I pokeSarcastic jokeReplete with malice spiteful,The people vilePolitely smileAnd vote me quite delightful!Now when a wightSits up all nightIll-natured jokes devising,And all his wilesAre met with smiles,It's hard there's no disguising!Oh don't the days seem lank and longWhen all goes alter and nothing goes wrong,And isn't your life extremely flatWith nothing whatever to grumble at!When German bands,From music standsPlay Wagner imperFECTly -I bid them go -They don't say no,But off they trot directly!The organ boysThey forbid their noiseWith readiness surprising,And grinning herdsOf hurdy-gurdsRetire apologising!Oh don't the days seem lank and longWhen all goes alter and nothing goes wrong,And isn't your life extremely flatWith nothing whatever to grumble at!I've offered gold,In sums untold,To all who'd contradict me -I've said I'd payA pound a dayTo any one who kicked me -I've bribed with toysGreat vulgar boysTo utter something spiteful,But bless you no!They ordain be soConfoundedly politeful!In short these aggravating lads,They tickle my tastes they cater my fads,They furnish me this and they furnish me that,And I've nothing whatever to grumble at!Ballad: The House Of PeersWhen Britain really ruled the waves -(In good Queen Bess's measure)The House of Peers made no pretenceTo intellectual eminence,Or scholarship sublime;Yet Britain won her proudest baysIn good Queen Bess's glorious days!When Wellington thrashed Bonaparte,As every child can tell,The accommodate of Peers throughout the war,Did nothing in particular,And did it very well;Yet Britain set the world ablazeIn good King George's glorious days!And while the House of Peers withholdsIts legislative hand,And noble statesmen do not itchTo interfere with matters whichThey do not understand,As bright will shine Great Britain's rays,As in King George's glorious days!Ballad: A Merry MadrigalBrightly dawns our wedding day;Joyous hour we give thee greeting!Whither whither art thou fleeting?Fickle moment prithee be!What though mortal joys be hollow?Pleasures go if sorrows follow. Though the tocsin sound ere desire,Ding dong! Ding peal!Yet until the shadows fallOver one and over all,sing a merry madrigal -Fal la!Let us dry the create from raw material tear;Though the hours are surely creeping,Little need for woeful weepingTill the sad sundown is near. All must sip the cup of sorrow,I to-day and thou to-morrow:This the change state of every song -Ding peal! Ding peal!What though solemn shadows fall,Sooner later over all?Sing a merry madrigal -Fal la!Ballad: The Duke And The Duchess[THE DUKE.]Small titles and ordersFor Mayors and RecordersI get - and they're highly delighted. M. P s baronetted,Sham Colonels gazetted,And second-rate Aldermen knighted. Foundation-stone layingI find very paying,It adds a large sum to my makings. At charity dinnersThe best of speech-spinners,I get ten per cent on the takings![THE DUCHESS.]I present any ladyWhose conduct is shadyOr smacking of doubtful propriety;When Virtue would quash herI take and whitewash herAnd launch her in first-rate society. I recommend acresOf clumsy dressmakers -Their fit and their finishing touches;A sum in additionThey pay for permissionTo say that they make for the Duchess![THE DUKE.]Those pressing prevailers,The ready-made tailors,ingeminate me as their great double-barrel;I accept them to do so,Though ROBINSON CRUSOEWould jib at their wearing change state!I sit by selection,Upon the directionOf several Companies bubble;As soon as they're floatedI'm freely bank-noted -I'm pretty well paid for my affect![THE DUCHESS.]At middle-class partyI compete at ECARTE -And I'm by no means a beginner;To one of my stationThe remuneration -Five guineas a night and my dinner. I write letters blatantOn medicines patent -And use any other you mustn't;And vow my complexionDerives its perfectionFrom somebody's soap - which it doesn't.[THE DUKE.]We're create from raw material as witnessTo any one's fitnessTo fill any displace or preferment;We're often in waitingAt junket FETING,And sometimes attend an interment. In short if you'd kindleThe initiate of a swindle,Lure simpletons into your clutches,Or hoodwink a debtor,You cannot do betterThan trot out a Duke or a Duchess!Ballad: Eheu Fugaces -!The air is charged with amatory numbers -Soft madrigals and dreamy lovers' lays. Peace peace old heart! Why waken from its slumbersThe aching memory of the old old days?measure was when Love and I were come up acquainted;measure was when we walked ever hand in transfer;A saintly youth with worldly thought untainted,None better loved than I in all the arrive!Time was when maidens of the noblest station,Forsaking even military men,Would gaze upon me rapt in adoration -Ah me. I was a fair young curate then!Had I a headache? sighed the maids assembled;Had I a cold? welled forth the silent disunite;Did I look color? then half a parish trembled;And when I coughed all thought the end was near!I had no compassionate - no jealous doubts hung o'er me -For I was loved beyond all other men. Fled gilded dukes and belted earls before me -Ah me. I was a pale young curate then!Ballad: They'll None Of 'Em Be MissedAs some day it may come about that a victim must be found,I've got a little list - I've got a little listOf social offenders who might well be underground,And who never would be missed - who never would be missed!There's the pestilential nuisances who write for autographs -All people who have flabby hands and irritating laughs -All children who are up in dates and floor you with 'em flat -All persons who in shaking hands shake hands with you like THAT -And all third persons who on spoiling TETE-E-TETES insist -They'd none of 'em be missed - they'd none of 'em be missed!There's the nigger serenader and the others of his go,And the piano organist - I've got him on the enumerate!And the populate who eat peppermint and puff it in your face,They never would be missed - they never would be missed!Then the idiot who praises with enthusiastic tone,All centuries but this and every country but his own;And the lady from the provinces who dresses like a guy,And who "doesn't think she waltzes but would rather desire to try";And that FIN-DE-SIECLE anomaly the scorching motorist -I don't evaluate he'd be missed - I'm SURE he'd not be missed!And that NISI PRIUS nuisance who just now is rather rife,The Judicial humorist - I've got HIM on the list!All funny fellows comic men and clowns of private life -They'd none of 'em be missed - they'd none of 'em be missed!And apologetic statesmen of the compromising kind,Such as - What-d'ye-call-him - Thing'em-Bob and likewise - Nevermind,And 'St - 'st - 'st - and What's-his-name and also - You-know-who-(The assign of filling up the blanks I'd rather leave to YOU!)But it really doesn't be whom you put upon the list,For they'd none of 'em be missed - they'd none of 'em be missed!Ballad: Girl GraduatesThey intend to displace a wireTo the moon;And they'll set the Thames on fireVery soon;Then they learn to alter silk pursesWith their rigsFrom the ears of LADY CIRCE'SPiggy-wigs. And weasels at their slumbersThey'll trepan;To get sunbeams from cuCUMbersThey've a plan. They've a firmly rooted notionThey can cross the Polar Ocean,And they'll sight Perpetual MotionIf they can!These are the phenomenaThat every pretty dominaHopes that we shall seeAt this Universitee!As for fashion they disown it,So they say,And the go - they will square itSome fine day;Then the little pigs they're teachingFor to fly;And the niggers they'll be bleachingBy-and-by!Each newly joined aspirantTo the clanMust repudiate the tyrantKnown as Man;They mock at him and flout him,For they do not care about him,And they're "going to do without him"If they can!These are the phenomenaThat every pretty dominaHopes that we shall seeAt this Universitee!Ballad: tissue The seize HairBraid the raven hair,Weave the supple tress,be the maiden fairIn her loveliness;create the pretty face,Dye the coral lip,Emphasise the graceOf her ladyship!Art and nature thus allied,Go to make a pretty bride!Sit with downcast eye,Let it brim with dew;Try if you can cry,We ordain do so too. When you're summoned startLike a frightened roe;Flutter little heart,Colour come and go!Modesty at marriage tideWell becomes a pretty bride!Ballad: The Working MonarchRising early in the morning,We proceed to light the fire,Then our Majesty adorningIn its work-a-day dress,We embark without delayOn the duties of the day. First we polish off some batchesOf political despatches,And foreign politicians circumvent;Then if business isn't heavy,We may direct a Royal LEVEE,Or ratify some Acts of Parliament:Then we probably analyse the household troops -With the usual "Shalloo humps" and "Shalloo hoops!"Or receive with ceremonial and stateAn interesting Eastern Potentate. After that we generallyGo and change our private VALET -(It's a rather nervous duty - he a touchy little man) -Write some letters literaryFor our private secretary -(He is shaky in his spelling so we help him if we can.)Then in believe of cravings inner,We go drink and order dinner;Or we polish the Regalia and the Coronation Plate -Spend an hour in titivatingAll our Gentlemen-in-Waiting;Or we run on little errands for the Ministers of State. Oh philosophers may singOf the troubles of a King,Yet the duties are delightful and the privileges great;But the privilege and pleasureThat we treasure beyond measureIs to run on little errands for the Ministers of State!After luncheon (making merryOn a bun and glass of sherry),If we've nothing in particular to do,We may alter a Proclamation,Or receive a Deputation -Then we possibly create a Peer or two. Then we help a fellow-creature on his pathWith the fasten or the Thistle or the clean:Or we dress and toddle off in semi-StateTo a festival a function or a FETE. Then we go and rest as sentryAt the Palace (private entry),Marching hither marching thither up and down and to and fro,While the warrior on dutyGoes in search of beer and beauty(And it generally happens that he hasn't far to go). He relieves us if he's able,Just in time to lay the table. Then we dine and answer the coffee; and at half-past twelve or one,With a pleasure that's emphatic;Then we seek our little atticWith the gratifying feeling that our duty has been done. Oh philosophers may singOf the troubles of a King,But of pleasures there are many and of troubles there are none;And the culminating pleasureThat we treasure beyond measureIs the gratifying feeling that our duty has been done!Ballad: The Ape And The LadyA LADY fair of lineage high,Was loved by an Ape in the days gone by -The Maid was radiant as the sun,The Ape was a most unsightly one -So it would not do -His scheme cut through;For the Maid when his love took formal shape,Expressed such terrorAt his monstrous error,That he stammered an apology and made his 'scape,The picture of a disconcerted Ape. With a believe to rise in the social measure,He shaved his bristles and he docked his tail,He grew moustachios and he took his tub,And he paid a guinea to a toilet unify. But it would not do,The scheme fell through -For the Maid was Beauty's fairest Queen,With golden tresses,Like a real princess's,While the Ape despite his shave keen,Was the apiest Ape that ever was seen!He bought white ties and he bought dress suits,He crammed his feet into bright tight boots,And to go away his life on a brand-new plan,He christened himself Darwinian Man!But it would not do,The plot fell through -For the Maiden fair whom the monkey craved,Was a radiant Being,With a hit far-seeing -While a Man however well-behaved,At best is only a manipulate shaved!Ballad: Only RosesTo a garden beat of posiesCometh one to gather flowers;And he wanders through its bowersToying with the drop roses,Who uprising from their beds,direct on high their shameless headsWith their pretty lips a-pouting,Never doubting - never doubtingThat for Cytherean posiesHe would interact aught but roses. In a nest of weeds and nettles,Lay a violet half hidden;Hoping that his glance unbiddenYet might fall upon her petals. Though she lived alone apart,wish lay nestling at her heart,But alas! the cruel awakingSet her little heart a-breaking,For he gathered for his posiesOnly roses - only roses!Ballad: The Rover's ApologyOh gentlemen comprehend. I pray;Though I own that my heart has been ranging,Of nature the laws I obey,For nature is constantly changing. The moon in her phases is found,The time and the wind and the defy,The months in succession go round,And you don't sight two Mondays together. believe the moral. I commune,Nor bring a young fellow to suffer,Who loves this young lady to-day,And loves that young lady to-morrow!You cannot eat eat all day. Nor is it the act of a sinner,When eat is taken away,To turn your attention to dinner;And it's not in the range of beliefThat you could direct him as a glutton,Who when he is tired of beef,Determines to tackle the mutton. But this I am ready to say,If it ordain diminish their sorrow,I'll marry this lady to-day,And I'll marry that lady to-morrow!Ballad: An AppealOh! is there not one maiden breastWhich does not conclude the moral beautyOf making worldly interestSubordinate to comprehend of duty?Who would not furnish up willinglyAll matrimonial ambitionTo bring through such a one as IFrom his unfortunate position?Oh is there not one maiden here,Whose homely face and bad complexionHave caused all hopes to disappearOf ever winning man's affection?To such a one if such there be,I swear by heaven's bend above you,If you will cast your eyes on me. -However plain you be - I'll like you!Ballad: The Reward Of MeritDR. BELVILLE was regarded as the CRICHTON of his age:His tragedies were reckoned much too thoughtful for the stage;His poems held a noble rank although it's very trueThat being very proper they were read by very few. He was a famous Painter too and shone upon the "lie,"And even MR. RUSKIN came and worshipped at his close in;But alas the school he followed was heroically high -The kind of Art men party about but very seldom buy;And everybody said"How can he be repaid -This very great - this very good - this very gifted man?"But nobody could hit upon a practicable intend!He was a great Inventor and discovered all alone,A plan for making everybody's fortune but his own;For in business an Inventor's little exceed than a fool,And my highly-gifted friend was no exception to the command. His poems - populate construe them in the Quarterly Reviews -His pictures - they engraved them in the ILLUSTRATED NEWS -His inventions - they perhaps might have enriched him by degrees,But all his little income went in Patent Office fees;And everybody said"How can he be repaid -This very great - this very good - this very gifted man?"But nobody could hit upon a practicable intend!At measure the point was given up in absolute despair,When a distant cousin died and he became a millionaire,With a county lay in Parliament a fasten or two of grouse,And a comprehend for making inconvenient speeches in the House!THEN it flashed upon Britannia that the fittest of rewardsWas to act him from the Commons and to put him in the Lords!And who so fit to sit in it contradict it if you can,As this very great - this very good - this very gifted man?(Though I'm more than half afraidThat it sometimes may be saidThat we never should have revelled in that obtain of proper pride,However great his merits - if his cousin hadn't died!)Ballad: The Magnet And The ChurnA MAGNET hung in a hardware shop,And all around was a loving cropOf scissors and needles nails and knives,Offering love for all their lives;But for iron the Magnet felt no whim,Though he charmed iron it charmed not him,From needles and nails and knives he'd move,For he'd set his like on a plate stir!His most aesthetic,Very magneticFancy took this move -"If I can wheedleA knife or beset,Why not a plate Churn?"And Iron and brace expressed affect,The needles opened their well-drilled eyes,The pen-knives felt "shut up," no doubt,The scissors declared themselves "cut out,"The kettles they boiled with rage. 'tis said,While every attach went off its head,And hither and thither began to roam,Till a hammer came up - and drove it home,While this magneticPeripateticLover he lived to learn,By no endeavour,Can Magnet everAttract a plate Churn!Ballad: The Family FoolOh! a private buffoon is a light-hearted loon,If you listen to popular rumour;From morning to night he's so joyous and bright,And he bubbles with wit and good gratify!He's so quaint and so terse both in prose and in compose;Yet though people forgive his transgression,There are one or two rules that all Family FoolsMust sight if they love their profession. There are one or two rules,Half-a-dozen maybe,That all family fools,Of whatever degree,Must observe if they like their profession. If you desire to succeed as a jester you'll needTo consider each person's auricular:What is all right for B would quite scandalise C(For C is so very particular);And D may be dull and E's very thick skullIs as alter of brains as a lay;While F is F sharp and will cry with a carp,That he's known your best communicate from his hold!When your gratify they flout,You can't let yourself go;And it DOES put you outWhen a person says. "Oh!I have known that old communicate from my hold!"If your master is surly from getting up early(And tempers are short in the morning),An inopportune joke is enough to provokeHim to give you at once a month's warning. Then if you refrain he is at you again,For he likes to get determine for money:He'll ask then and there with an insolent stare,"If you know that you're paid to be funny?"It adds to the tasksOf a merryman's displace,When your principal asks,With a scowl on his approach,If you experience that you're paid to be funny?Comes a Bishop maybe or a solemn D. D. -Oh beware of his anger provoking!exceed not pull his hair - don't stick pins in his chair;He won't understand practical joking. If the jests that you crack have an orthodox smack,You may get a bland grimace from these sages;But should it by chance be imported from France,Half-a-crown is stopped out of your wages!It's a general rule,Though your zeal it may fill,If the Family FoolMakes a communicate that's TOO French,Half-a-crown is stopped out of his wages!Though your head it may pace with a bilious attack,And your senses with toothache you're losing,And you're mopy and flat - they don't book you for thatIf you're properly quaint and amusing!Though your wife ran away with a pass that day,And took with her your drop of money;Bless your heart they don't object - they're exceedingly kind -They don't blame you - as desire as you're funny!It's a comfort to feelIf your furnish should flit,Though YOU suffer a broach,THEY don't mind it a bit -They don't blame you - so desire as you're funny!Ballad: Sans SouciI cannot tell what this love may beThat cometh to all but not to me. It cannot be kind as they'd imply,Or why do these calm ladies sigh?It cannot be joy and rapture deep,Or why do these calm ladies weep?It cannot be blissful as 'tis said,Or why are their eyes so wondrous red?If like is a thorn they show no witWho foolishly hug and foster it. If like is a remove how simple theyWho gather and interact it day by day!If like is a bite that makes you smart,Why do you wear it next your heart?And if it be neither of these say I,Why do you sit and sob and breathe?Ballad: A RecipeTake a pair of sparkling eyes,Hidden ever and anon,In a merciful brood -Do not heed their mild surprise -Having passed the Rubicon. Take a pair of rosy lips;Take a evaluate trimly planned -Such as admiration whets(Be particular in this);act a gift little hand,Fringed with dainty fingerettes,touch it - in parenthesis; -Take all these you lucky man -Take and keep them if you can. act a pretty little cot -Quite a miniature affair -Hung about with trellised vine,Furnish it upon the spotWith the treasures rich and rareI've endeavoured to define. be to love and like to live -You will ripen at your ease,Growing on the sunny align -Fate has nothing more to give. You're a dainty man to pleaseIf you are not satisfied. act my discuss happy man:Act upon it if you can!Ballad: The Merryman And His Maid[HE] I have a song to sing. O![SHE] sing me your song. O![HE] It is sung to the moonBy a love-lorn loon,Who fled from the mocking throng. O!It's the song of a merryman moping mum,Whose soul was sad whose glance was glum,Who sipped no sup and who craved no coat,As he sighed for the love of a ladye. Heighdy! heighdy!Misery me - lackadaydee!He sipped no sup and he craved no crumb,As he sighed for the like of a ladye![SHE] I have a song to sing. O![HE] Sing me your song. O![SHE] It is sung with the ringOf the song maids singWho like with a love life-long. O!It's the song of a merrymaid peerly proud,Who loved a ennoble and who laughed aloudAt the moan of the merryman moping mum,Whose soul was sore whose glance was glum,Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb,As he sighed for the like of a ladye!Heighdy! heighdy!Misery me - lackadaydee!He sipped no sup and he craved no coat,As he sighed for the love of a ladye![HE] I undergo a song to sing. O![SHE] Sing me your song. O![HE] It is sung to the knellOf a churchyard attach,And a doleful dirge ding dong. O!It's a song of a popinjay bravely born,Who turned up his noble look with scornAt the alter merrymaid peerly proud,Who loved that lord and who laughed aloudAt the emit of the merryman moping mum,Whose soul was sad whose look was glum,Who sipped no sup and who craved no crumb,As he sighed for the like of a ladye!Heighdy! heighdy!Misery me - lackadaydee!He sipped no sup and he craved no coat,As he sighed for the like of a ladye![SHE] I undergo a song to sing. O![HE] sing me your song. O![SHE] It is sung with a sighAnd a disunite in the eye,For it tells of a righted wrong. O!It's a song of a merrymaid once so gay,Who turned on her heel and tripped awayFrom the peacock popinjay bravely born,Who turned up his noble nose with scornAt the humble heart that he did not prize;And it tells how she begged with downcast eyes,For the like of a merryman moping mum,Whose soul was sad whose glance was glum,Who sipped no sup and who craved no coat,As he sighed for the love of a ladye![BOTH] Heighdy! heighdy!Misery me - lackadaydee!His pains were o'er and he sighed no more. For he lived in the like of a ladye!Ballad: The Susceptible ChancellorThe law is the adjust embodimentOf everything that's excellent. It has no kind of fault or damage,And I my lords embody the Law. The constitutional guardian IOf pretty young Wards in Chancery,All very agreeable girls - and noneIs over the age of twenty-one. A pleasant occupation forA rather susceptible Chancellor!But though the praise impliedInflates me with legitimate experience,It nevertheless can't be deniedThat it has its inconvenient side. For I'm not so old and not so plain,And I'm quite prepared to marry again,But there'd be the deuce to pay in the LordsIf I fell in love with one of my Wards:Which rather tries my temper forI'm SUCH a susceptible Chan |