His feelings he’ll with difficulty smother; ――Culty smother; When after all his daily toil is done, Toil is done; Taking one consideration with another, With another; The Wheelist’s lot it is a happy one, Happy one. When the enterprising Wheelist’s not a wheeling, Not a wheeling, When the Wheelist isn’t occupied on wheels, ――Pied on wheels, He loves to saunter in the evening early, Evening early, And listen to the distant village peals, Village peals. When the tourist’s not engaged in his vocation, His vocation. He loves to go a touring in the sun, In the sun; Taking all things into due consideration, ――Sideration, The Wheelist’s lot it is a happy one, Happy one. ALFRED GIBBONS. _Wheeling Annual_ 1885. Another very long song, on the same model, was printed in _Wheeling_, January 14, 1885, signed G. F. Benson. ―――― SONG AND CHORUS. (_Picked up near the Opera Comique._) When Lord Beaky’s not engaged in lamentation―― Lamentation, He’s tearing all his pretty curly hair―― Curly hair; When Northcote can control his agitation―― Agitation, He is asking “How the rabid nation dare?” Nation dare? When the enterprising Cross is not a-sobbing―― Not a-sobbing, When Manners is not making dismal rhymes―― Dismal rhymes, The former big big D’s his water-jobbing―― Water-jobbing, The last inveighs ’gainst _Telegraph_ and _Times_―― _-graph_ and _Times_. When Smith has finished dancing in ill-humour―― In ill-humour, He grinds his little tootsicums like fun―― -cums like fun; Oh! despite the Disappointed Party’s rumour―― Party’s rumour, The Tories’ lot is not a happy one―― Happy one! _Funny Folks._ April 24, 1880. ――――