The Comic Almanack, Volume 2: An Ephemeris in Jest and Earnest, Containing Merry Tales, Humerous Poetry, Quips, and Oddities — David Hume — John Shaqi
The Comic Almanack, Volume 2: An Ephemeris in Jest and Earnest, Containing Merry Tales, Humerous Poetry, Quips, and Oddities
David Hume · en
NEW VERSION OF "ALL ROUND MY HAT."
AS SUNG NIGHTLY AT BUCKINGHAM PALACE.
All round my hat I hang a green willow,
All round my hat for a twelvemonth and a day;
And if anybody wants to know the reason that I do so,
It's because my ingenuity has all been thrown away.
'Twas taking my drives in the Park I first conceived it,
O, I thought the guard on duty in his hat looked a Guy;
(SPOKEN.)—Such a hat—like an old muff sewn up at one end of it!
And I never slept a wink, but in my mind I weaved it,
And thought my taste and fancy upon a hat I'd try.
(SPOKEN.)—Here's your fine infantry beavers, as light as gossamers,
and as waterproof as the washable!
All round my hat, &c.
Oh, my hat it was tall, and my hat it was round too,
And cruel was the public taste that did my hat condemn;
It's ugliness was sure the foe to confound too,
It frightened the public, and would have frightened them.
(SPOKEN.)—The horses of the cavalry on the other side would
have been sure to shy at it; and they would have got into such
a-rear that the riders never could have come on to the charge. But
now it's
All round my hat, &c.
For seven long weeks the Queen and I planned it,
For seven long weeks we turned it every way:
Bad luck to the public, they didn't understand it;
But I'll praise the hat for ever, although it's done away.
(SPOKEN.)—Here's your fine British lion grinning at the enemy as
if he would eat 'em up; but, alas! it's
All round my hat, &c.
There is some sort of men so preciously particular,
They wish to see the soldiers in soldier-like array;
But for the regulation, or for taste I'm no stickler,
I only want to see the men in colours bright and gay.
(SPOKEN.)—Do you want any hussar jackets? Wear 'em and try
'em before you buy 'em. But it's
All round my hat, &c.
Oh, I gave my son a hat on the day he was born on,
Which I gave him as a plaything all to remember me;
And when he grows up, his head it will be worn on,
For an infantry colonel he very soon will be.
(SPOKEN.)—Here's your fine full blooming annuals—cheap at any
price. Yes, that they are—but it's
All round my hat, &c.
[Illustration:
Disturbed State of Wales.
]
ROYAL PANTOMIME.
The nation is most respectfully informed that arrangements have been
made, on a most extensive scale, for the annual production of a new
Pantomime, to be called
THE ROYAL TOUR;
OR, HARLEQUIN PRINCE ALBERT, AND THE SAILOR QUEEN
OF THE SEA-GIRT ISLE.