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

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But wet and dirt I never minds:
         A hobjec’ melancholy,
      I bears it all, because I finds
         Thereby a friend in Solly.
      I’m bound I’d get a underd pounds,
         By cadgin’ out of Solly,
      His wealth and riches so abounds,
         And he’s a muff so jolly.

  _Punch._ September 18, 1852.

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        A SALLY IN FAVOUR OF OLD HARRY.

      Of all the Peers within the House,
        (And pretty well I know ’em),
      There isn’t one with half the nouse
        Of gallant HENRY BROUGHAM.

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      We for his equals look in vain,
        ’Twill take some time to grow ’em:
      So let us hope we shall retain
        Some long time yet――old BROUGHAM.

  _Punch._ June 23, 1855.

                               ――――

                        SALLY IN OUR ALLEY.

[As corrected by the Rev. Howling Blazes, of Clapham, to meet the
views of the Directors of Exeter Hall, who refused to allow the song
to be sung with the “objectionable” verse describing the singer’s
enjoyment of Sunday.]

      Of all the days that’s in the week,
        I ’umbly love but one day,
      To which I give a Jewish name,
        But heathens call a Sunday;
      For then between three sermon-times,
        I sit in my dark alley,
      And think upon the wickedness,
        Of this here worldly Walley.

  _Punch._ March 29, 1856:

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             BALLAD FOR JOHN BULL.

      Of all the folks in purse that smart
        I best know money’s valley;
      My pocket lies so near my heart――
        I _do_ hate that Shere Ali!

      I ne’er enjoy a mind serene
         On any blesséd one day;
      Not e’en on that which comes between
        The Saturday and Monday.

      Those telegraphs, they break my rest;
        From one ere I can rally,
      Another comes about that pest
        Of pests, Ameer Shere Ali!

      But, for a hundred million pounds,
        I must not shilly-shally:
      With Russia close behind his bounds,
         ’Twon’t do to stand Shere Ali.
  _Punch._ October 26, 1878.

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          SALLY. (Sarah Bernhardt.)
  (From a Comédie Francaise Point of View.)

      Of all tragediennes so smart,
        There’s none like famous Sally;
      She’d be the darling of each heart
        If she would’nt shilly shally,
      There is no actress in the land
        Who knows so well her “valley;”
      No spoiled child of a noble art
        So paid and puffed as Sally.

      Of all the pets of the Francaise
        There was but one the fashion,
      And that’s when Sarah had to play
        In scene of love and passion;
      And then decked out in fine array,
        With Hollingshead to rally,
      They cared not what they had to pay
        If they could witness Sally.

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

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

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