Now, little Queen Cole had a musical soul, So she sent for her pianists three; When Mr. Chopin he soon came a-hopping, Such a very nimble chap was he. While Thalberg and Liszt, each with ten-finger’d fist, As no mortal e’er did see; And never till now was there heard such a row On one poor piano-for_te_. On one poor piano-for_te_. Also, little Queen Cole had a singing soul, And she sent for her singers three, And she liked the notes from the musical throats Of Grisi and Persiani. But, the third one, to wit, she said could not sing a bit, ’Cause his name didn’t end in “I.” Some fellow from town, some Jones or Brown; So very soon snubb’d was he. Oh, very soon, &c. This was all very well, but I must also tell That she hated the secretary; For he always would look in the royal cash-book; Such an aggravating chap was he. “Vot’s this?” says he, “Fippence do I see, for taters Three pounds; bless me! Vy, taters, I’ll be bound, may be had three pound Tuppence-ha’penny!” “Ah! tuppence-ha’penny!” Well, little Queen Cole, as time did roll, Fulfilled her destiny; That is to say, in a genteel kind of way, She had a large family. So that Old King Cole felt anxious in his soul, And with a deep sigh said he, “Drat the people, if I ax ’em, why they won’t let me tax ’em, For to fill my treasury.” “For to fill, &c.” But little Queen Cole was as coaxing a little soul, As you’d find on a summer’s day; So said she, “If I axes, now I know they’ll pay the taxes.” “We’ll be smother’d if we do!” said they. “For ve werry much winces at this long list of princes, Vich is longer than it ought for to be!” But the Queen, too proud to wrangle, oh! she set up a mangle, And her subjects they went tax free. And her subjects, &c. But the people grew ashamed, when they heard the story named, How she mangled for the whole family; So they swore “Blood and ’ounds,” and they fumbled out the “browns,” Just in time for their old country. For a very old foe saw the royal coffer low, And a very fierce attack made he; And it would have served them right (they were shabby fellows quite), If he’d gain’d the victory. If he’d gained, &c. From _Sharp’s Vauxhall Comic Song Book_. No date. ―――― OLD KING COAL.