Produced by Malcolm Farmer, William Flis, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team. PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI. VOL. 101. October 31, 1891. YOUNG GRANDOLPH'S BARTY. (_Afrikander Version of the great Breitmann Ballad, penned, "more in sorrow than in anger," by a "Deutscher" resident in the distant regions where the Correspondent of the "Daily Graphic" is, like der Herr Breitmann himself, "drafellin' apout like eferydings._") [Illustration: (Y)] Young GRANDOLPH hat a Barty-- Vhere is dat Barty now? He fell'd in luf mit der African goldt; Mit SOLLY he'd hat a row; He dinks dat his secession Would make der resht look plue, But, before he drafel vast and var, His Barty sphlit in two. Young GRANDOLPH hat a Barty-- Dere vash B-LF-R, W-LFF, and G-RST, Dey haf vorgot deir "Leater," Und dat ish not deir vorst. B-LF-R vill "boss" der Commons, Vhile GRANDOLPH--sore disgraced-- Ish "oop a tree," like der Bumble Bee, Und W-LFF and G-RST are "placed." Young GRANDOLPH hat a Barty-- Vhen he dat Barty led, B-LF-R vash but a "Bummer," A loafing lollop-head. Young Tories schvore by GRANDOLPH, (Dey schvear _at_ GRANDOLPH now,) Now at de feet of der "lank aesthete" Der _Times_ itshelf doth bow! Young GRANDOLPH hat a Barty, Dere all vash "Souse und Brouse."[1] Now he hets not dat prave gompany All in der Commons House, To see _him_ skywgle GL-DST-NE, Und schlog him on der kop. Young Tory bloods no longer shout Till der SCHPEAKER bids dem shtop. Und, like dat Rhine Mermaiden "Vot hadn't got nodings on," Dey "don't dink mooch of beoplesh Vat goes mit demselfs alone!" Young GRANDOLPH _hat_ a Barty-- Where ish dat Barty now? Where ish dat oder ARTHUR's song Vot darkened der Champerlain's prow? Where ish de himmelstrahlende stern, De shtar of der Tory fight? All gon'd afay, as on Woodcock's wing, Afay in de ewigkeit! Young GRANDOLPH hat a Barty; He hunt der lions now, All in der lone Mashonaland, But he does not "score"--somehow. One Grand Old Lion he dared to peard, Und he "potted" Earls and Dukes, But eight or nine real lions at once, He thinks are "_trop de luxe_" Young GRANDOLPH hat a Barty, But he scooted 'cross der sea, Und he tidn't say to dem, "Come, my poys, Und drafel along mit me!" [Footnote 1: _Saus und Braus_--Ger., Riot and Bustle.] * * * * *