MOONSHINE. ―――― ’Mid worry and bustle, where’er you may roam, There is nothing can beat the Spring cleaning of home; There’s a fuss and confusion then reigns in the air, That, search where you will, is not met with elsewhere. When Spring cleaning times come, There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home. Exiled from my room, I must grumble in vain, For they’re cleaning my lowly thatched cottage again; Those sweetbirds, the charwomen, chatter and bawl, ’Till I give them a “piece of mind” louder than all. When Spring cleaning time’s come, &c. ANON. ―――― RUM, GOOD RUM. Of all the strong drinks that are loved in the slum, Be they ever so fiery, there’s none like good rum; Its quickness in levelling a man with the ground In no other liquor will ever be found. Rum, rum, good rum, good rum, There’s nothing like rum; there’s nothing like rum. Though it’s hastening my ruin and my life is a stain, Fill up the fire-water, I’ll drink it again; Speak not of the pleasures I lose by my fall, I tell you good rum is the dearest of all. Rum, rum, good rum, good rum, &c. MONA. ―――― JONES STILL JONES. In islands or continents, this parodist depones, Wherein he has wandered he’s always met Jones In steamboats or trains, or balloons in the air. If he sought for a change, Jones was sure to be there! Jones, Jones, still, still Jones, There’s no shirking Jones, there’s no shirking Jones. In prairies and deserts again and again, I have striven to dodge him, but always in vain; On the top of Mount Blanc, and the Great Chinese Wall When I paused to take breath, there was Jones after all! Jones, Jones, still, still Jones, There’s no dodging Jones, there’s no dodging Jones! PRIMA DONNA. ―――― HOME RULER’S SONG. ’Neath measures and policies though we may groan, Be we ever so humble we long for our own. ’Tis liberty’s charm bids us “Home Rule” declare, And we’ll stir all the world if we don’t get our share. Home Rule, rule at home! There’s no rule like “Home,” there’s no rule like “Home!”