Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. IV

Parodies

Where is now the merry party
          I was with a month ago,
        At that jovial Nuneham picnic,
          Where the ladies flirted so?
        On that balmy summer evening
          Chaperons behind did stay;
        All the rest dispersed and wandered
          In the woods, far away.

        Some of us in paths secluded.
          With the girls we loved did roam,
        Mothers’ knew their pretty daughters
          Soon would find another home;
        So they like indulgent mothers
          Were content to let them stay,
        With us as we strolled in silence
          Far away, far away.

        Some unwed are still remaining,――
          Will remain so to the last;
        Some have changed their names, and like their
          New names better than their past.
        And they bless with all their little
          Hearts that balmy summer day,
        When in Nuneham’s woods they wandered
          Far away, far away.

From _Lays of Modern Oxford_. By Adon. (London, Chapman and Hall,
1874).

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               SALLY IN OUR ALLEY.

      Of all the girls that are so smart,
        There’s none like pretty Sally,
      She is the darling of my heart,
        And she lives in our alley.
      There is no lady in the land
        Is half so sweet as Sally;
      She is the darling of my heart,
        And lives in our alley.

        *     *     *     *     *

                                 HENRY CAREY.
                     ――――

A parody of this famous song, entitled _The Rhino_, appeared in _The
Spirit of the Public Journals_, 1824. It was devoted to insulting
Queen Caroline (the unfortunate wife of George IV). and her advisers,
Lord Brougham and Alderman Wood, and is quite obsolete now.

In “The Bentley Ballads” (London. Richard Bentley) is a complete Latin
version of _Sally in our Alley_, entitled _In Saram_. It will be found
on page 406 of the 1862 edition, and is signed G. K. Gillespie, A.M.

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             SOLLY IN OUR ALLEY.
           (By a grateful Cadger.)

      Of all the flats with blunt that part,
         There’s none so green as Solly;
      He’s got a kind benevolent ’art,
         And is know’d in our Alley.
      Oh, don’t I like the blessed day
         As comes afore the Monday!
      Cause why, it is old Solly’s way
         To go to church on Sunday.

      And there a-watching nigh the door,
         We beggars waits for Solly;
      He takes sitch pity on the poor――
         My eye, wot precious folly!
      In mud and wet I slops about
         Without a shoe or stockin,’
      And all in rags, there’s not a doubt
         But what my looks is shockin’.

Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.

Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. IV

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