Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. IV
General
Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. IV
Parodies
During the Anti-Tithe Agitation in Kent, in 1885, the following Parody
was sung by the Farmers, one verse only is omitted, on account of its
coarseness. In other respects the song is an exact copy of one
obtained at an Anti-Tithe Meeting in Farnborough, April, 1885:――
There is a fine old sow,
Down Farn-boro’ way,
She belongs to Brave Joe Stow.
And people say,
The Parson tried to sneak that sow
In a dirty way.
But Joe, he made the mud to fly,
Splashed the Bailiffs hip and thigh,
And made them from the village hie
Far, far, away.
Oh! where is the old Sow now?
Safe Farn-boro’ way.
And where is the Parson gone,
Nobody can say.
But Kentish Farmers all have swore
To pay his monstrous tithes no more,
And spite of Bailiffs by the score,
The Farmers win the day.
Let us lend Joe Stow a hand,
Down Farn-boro’ way.
To fight the Parson and his band
Who will ruin him they say:
Let’s fight against this cruel law,
Which from our labours fill the maw
Of hungry Parsons Rook and Daw,
Let’s sweep the curse away.
――――
There was another parody of _Far Away_ which was very popular in the
Music Halls a short time ago. Several of the verses were coarse and
slangy, the following were the best:――
FAR, FAR AWAY.
Where is a bobby found,
Far, far away!
It’s ten to one he’s off his round,
Far, far away!
Should you do wrong and hold the pelf,
And tip to some blue coated elf,
Where does he take himself,
Far, far away!
I sent off thirty stamps so meek,
Far, far away!
To learn to earn five pounds per week,
Far, far away!
It turned out a swindling plan,
The answer came, and thus it ran,
Start a baked potato can;
Far, far away!
Where are my Sunday clothes?
Far, far away!
Resting in sweet repose,
Far, far away!
Well looked after there’s no doubt,
They are simply up the spout,
But where’s the coin to get them out?
Far, far away!
The cry of outcast London’s known,
Far, far away!
All may hear their bitter moan,
Far, far away!
Homeless, starved, without a friend,
While we to savages attend,
All our Charity we send,
Far, far away!
――――
NUNEHAM.
“_Dulce est desipere in loco._”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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