Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. IV
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Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. IV
Parodies
O’er mountains, valleys, hills, and dales,
The fleet-foot coursers fly,
Nor heed whate’er the sport assails,
Resolved a stag shall die!
Roads, trees, and hedges seem, to move,
Such joys does hunting yield;
While Health a handmaid deigns to prove,
When huntsmen take the field.
With a hey ho chivy, &c.
Thus virgins are by man pursued,
And beauty made his aim,
’Till, by his wily craft subdued,
He hunts for other game;
And since e’en life is but a race
We run till forced to yield;
Yo, ho, tantivy, join the chase,
Arise, and take the field.
With a hey ho chivy, &c.
――――
SONG OF THE MATCHMAKING MAMMA.
Bright chandeliers the room adorn,
Each thing’s arranged with care,
And gayest smiles and silks are worn
This night to catch the Heir.
With a heigho! Letty!
Hark forward, you forward Miss Betty,
To-night we hunt the He-e-e-i-r――
To-night we hunt the Heir!
Poor Heir! you feel our sport a bore,
We read it in your face;
If you’ll propose to one――no more
You’ll find us give you chase.
With a sigh from Letty!
Or forward, too forward Miss Betty!
No more we’ll hunt the He-e-e-ir――
No more we’ll hunt the Heir!
From _George Cruikshank’s Comic Almanack for 1848_.
――――
A HUNTING SONG.
(_Dedicated to the Jamaica Committee._)
Our chance at EYRE we claim this dawn――
Our witnesses are sworn――
A new indictment we have drawn,
Despite the public’s scorn.
Dogged hither by a yelping throng,
The Governor draws nigh――
So raise the burden of our song――
“Peccavi” he must cry!
_Chorus_――With a hey, oh, levy
Subscriptions our victim to chevy.
Law charges heavy!
(_Here comes a yelping of hounds._)
“Peccavi” he must cry.
* * * * *
Despair! Our Christian sport is o’er,
The judge has spoilt our case;
“A colony preserved” no more
Can we pronounce disgrace.
The jury no true bill returns,――
To cheer the public dare!
No gratitude our labour earns――
We can’t hunt down our (H)EYRE.
_Chorus._――With a heigho, heavy
The legal expenses to levy!
Vain our chevy!
(_Here the yelping grows faint_),
“Peccavimus,” we cry!
_Fun._ June 13, 1868.
――――
HUMANITY HUNTING SONG.
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