Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. III
General
Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. III
Parodies
Write, write, tourist and traveller,
Fill up your pages and write in good order;
Write, write, scribb’ler and driveller,
Why leave such margins?――come nearer the border.
ROBERT GILFILLAN, 1828.
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READ, READ!
Read, read, Woodstock and Waverley,
Turn every page and read forward in order;
Read, read, every tale cleverly,
All the old novels are over the border!
Many a book lies dead, dusty, and never read,
Many a chiel wants a thread to his story;
While Walter, that king o’ men, just with his single pen,
Like a giant, well _grogged_, marches on in his glory!
Come from your tales full of murders amazing,
Come from romaunts gone to bed long ago;
Come from the scribb’lers whom pye-men are praising,
Come to Redgauntlet and brave Ivanhoe!
Scott’s fame is sounding, readers abounding,
May laurels long circle his locks thin and hoary!
Scotland shall many a day speak of her bard, and say,
“He lived for his country, and wrote for her glory!”
ROBERT GILFILLAN, 1831.
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TAX, TAX!
Tax, tax Income and Property,
Why the deuce don’t ye tax both in fair order?
Tax, tax, Genius and Industry――
Aye; but not so as on plunder to border!
Many, by hand or head
Earning precarious bread,
Suddenly ruin’d’s an often-told story.
Do, JOHNNY RUSSELL, then,
Justice to working men;
If you refuse, we must call in a Tory!
_Punch_, May 17, 1851.
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VALOUR UNDER DIFFICULTIES.
March, march, pipe-clayed and belted in,
That is to say you must march in good order;
March, march, broiling sun melted in,
Stocks all so tight that on choking you border.
Martinet’s anger dread
If you can turn your head,
Martinet, stiff as the knights of old story,
Shave and make ready then,
Half-strangled Englishmen!
March on, as well as you’re able, to glory!
_Punch._
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LOBSTER SALAD.
Take, take, Lobsters and lettuces;
Mind that they send you the fish that you order;
Take, take, a decent-sized bowl,
One that’s sufficiently deep in the border.
Cut into many a slice
All of the fish that’s nice,
Place in the bowl with due neatness and order;
Then hard-boiled eggs you may
Add in a neat array
All round the bowl, just by way of a border.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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