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PAGE |
| Advertisement parodies |
278 |
| Corn Law Rhymes. 1844. E. Elliott |
278 |
| Druidical songs. 1839. J. Wilson |
278 |
| Leigh Hunt and The Examiner. 1813 |
101 |
| Motley. 1855. Cuthbert Bede |
278 |
| The New Whig Guide. W. Wright. 1819 |
255 |
| Perfection. T. Haynes Baily |
42 |
| Schubert’s songs in English translations |
278 |
| Songs of the Press. 1845. C. H. Timperley |
278 |
| A Town Garland. H. Sambrook Leigh |
53 |
| Theatrical burlesques and extravaganzas |
278 |
| A List of authors of the same |
278 |
| Thomas Haynes Bayly. |
| She wore a wreath of roses |
42 |
| He wore a brace of pistols. Punch |
42 |
| He dined at Bertholini’s. Albert Smith |
42 |
| He wore grey worsted stockings |
43 |
| He wore a suit of Moses |
43 |
| She wore a wreath of roses. Shirley Brooks |
43 |
| He wore a pair of “mittens” |
43 |
| He rode a tandem tricycle |
44 |
| I saw her but a moment |
44 |
| Oh! no, we never mention her |
44 |
| Oh! am I then remembered still |
44 |
| Oh no! we’ll never mention him. R. H. Barham |
45 |
| Oh! no we never mention him. The Gownsman |
45 |
| Oh no we never finger it. Figaro |
45 |
| Oh! no! we never mention her! |
45 |
| Oh! no I say; don’t mention it |
46 |
| Oh! no, I never name my wife |
46 |
| Oh, no! I never mentioned it. Lady Clarke |
272 |
| I’d be a butterfly |
46 |
| Ah sim Papilio (Latin version) |
46 |
| I would not be a butterfly. H. S. Leigh |
47 |
| I’d be a parody. Sharpe’s Magazine |
47 |
| I’d be a rifleman. Bentley Ballads |
47 |
| I make the butter fly. G. O. Trevelyan |
47 |
| I’d be a Rothschild. The Mirror |
47 |
| Me be a nigger boy. Fraser’s Magazine |
48 |
| I’d be a minister. Figaro, 1833 |
48 |
| I’d be a butterfly. Punch, 1856 |
48 |
| I’d be a bottle-fly. Blackwood, 1828 |
273 |
| We met—’twas in a crowd |
48 |
| We met—’twas in a mob |
49-50 |
| We met—’twas in your shop |
49 |
| We met—’twas in St. Giles |
49 |
| We met—’twas on the ground |
49 |
| We met—’twas in a field |
49 |
| They met—’twas in a storm |
49 |
| We met—’twas in the House |
50 |
| We met in upper school |
50 |
| The Soldier’s Tear. |
| Upon the hill he turned |
50 |
| Beside the church he stood |
51 |
| Upon his heel he turned. Figaro |
51 |
| Upon the ground he stood. Punch |
51 |
| In the street he turn’d |
51 |
| Against the rails he leant. Shirley Brooks |
52 |
| Upon the pier he turned. Punch |
52 |
| He turned upon his heel |
52 |
| Upon the hill he turned |
272 |
| The sapper’s beer. 1851 |
272 |
| She stood beside the counter |
272 |
| Satins and silks I sang gravely and gaily |
42 |
| Out John! out, John! |
53 |
| Out John (to John Bright). Truth. 1886 |
53 |
| “Nay” John (Temperance song) |
54 |
| Out, Tom! (to Sir Thomas Brassey). Truth |
55 |
| Oh! the Old House at Home |
55 |
| A Parody from A Bowl of Punch. 1848 |
55 |
| The Broadwood is opened. Fun |
52 |
| I have taken ten glasses of sherry. Fun |
53 |
| (Two Imitations of T. H. Bayly, by Henry S. Leigh. 1871.) |
| Alfred Bunn. |
| The heart bowed down. |
| The sot bowed down by too much drink |
33 |
| When other lips and other hearts. |
| When other months amid the range |
33 |
| When other lips and other eyes. J. R. Planché |
33 |
| When other wits and other bards |
33 |
| I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls |
33 |
| I dreamt that I stood in the Crystal Halls |
34 |
| I dreamt that I dined in Conservative halls |
34 |
| I dreamt that I sat in the House of Lords |
34 |
| I dreamt that I danced at Mabille balls |
34 |
| I dreamt that I dined on marbled beef |
34 |
| I dreamt that I dwelt. H. Furniss |
274 |
| I dreamt that I gazed at the Marble Arch |
274 |
| The light of other days is faded |
179 |
| The coat of other days is faded |
179 |
| The foggy Gin-Fluenza days |
179 |
| Thomas Campbell. |
| Ye gentlemen of England. Martyn Parker |
243 |
| Ye pugilists of England. 1819 |
243 |
| Ye President’s and L’Amy’s men |
244 |
| You grand old man of England |
244 |
| Ye barristers of England |
244 |
| Ye gentlemen of England |
244 |
| Ye Liberals of England |
244 |
| You noblemen of England |
245 |
| Ye Unionists of England |
245 |
| Ye cricketers of England |
245 |
| Ye bicyclists of England. Punch |
276 |
| Lewis Carroll. |
| Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland |
55 |
| As a pantomime at Woolwich. J. Addison |
55 |
| As a musical play. By H. Savile Clarke |
56 |
| The walrus and the carpenter. |
| “The sun was shining on the sea” |
56 |
| The vulture and the husbandman. |
57 |
| “The rain was raining cheerfully.” Light Green |
57 |
| The Nyum Nyum chortled by the sea |
57 |
| Jabberwocky. |
| “’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves.” |
58 |
| Waggawocky. (on the Tichborne Trial) |
| “’Twas May-time, and the lawyer coves.” |
59 |
| Across the swiffling waves they went. Truth. |
59 |
| ’Twas grilling hot, the bloky cove. ” |
59 |
| “Can you move a little faster?” ” |
59 |
| Henry Carey. |
| God save the King. |
111 |
| Grand Dieu, Sauvez le Roy |
111 |
| God save Great George our King |
111 |
| Domine Salvum fac Regem. 1795. |
112 |
| Heil dir im Sieger Kranz |
111 |
| Version in honour of William IV. |
112 |
| Victory, Freedom and Fox. 1784. |
113 |
| Our Mother Church. 1790. |
113 |
| God save great Johnny Bull. 1809. |
113 |
| (Sung during the O. P. Riots) |
| Hail! Masonry Divine |
114 |
| God save the Rights of Man. 1820. |
114 |
| People! save yourselves. 1871. |
114 |
| “X” save our graceless Chief. 1884. |
114 |
| Down with the Lords. 1884. |
115 |
| God save Gladstone. 1885. |
115 |
| Soon will our gracious Queen. 1886 |
115 |
| Verse composed on the Queen’s Marriage |
115 |
| Verse for the Jubilee year. 1887. |
115 |
| God bless our native land. |
115 |
| Bob shave great George our King |
89 |
| Cumberland, King! |
278 |
| Thy choicest curse in store |
278 |
| Orange plots against the throne |
278 |
| Sally in our Alley |
21 |
| Of all the girls that are so smart |
21 |
| “The Rhino.” 1824 |
21 |
| “Sally” in Latin. In Saram G. K. Gillespie |
21 |
| Of all the flats with blunt that part. Punch |
21 |
| Of all the Peers within the house |
21 |
| Of all the days that’s in the week |
21, 23 |
| Of all the folks in purse that smart |
22 |
| Of all tragediennes so smart. Funny Folks |
22 |
| Of all the brutes I loathe to meet, |
22 |
| Of all the girls in our town. S. Brett |
22 |
| Of all the follies on our part. Punch |
23 |
| Of all the Rads that are so smart |
203 |
| Of all the would-be witty Rads |
203 |
| Eliza Cook. |
| I love it, I love it. (The old arm chair) |
6 |
| I loathe it, I loathe it! Henry S. Leigh |
6 |
| I love it. (The new arm chair) Punch |
6 |
| I loved it. (The Speaker’s chair) Truth |
6 |
| I dread it, I dread it! Funny Folks |
7 |
| I hate it. (The dentist’s chair) Modern Society |
7 |
| That gridiron by the mantel-piece. After Eliza Cook |
7 |
| Charles Dibdin. |
| The Jolly Young Waterman. |
| “And did you ne’er hear of a jolly young Waterman?” |
66 |
| And did you not hear of a jolly young barrister? |
67 |
| Oh, did you e’er hear of such jolly bad water man? |
67 |
| And did you ne’er hear of a jolly old waterman? |
67 |
| Oh! did you not hear of a handsome young clergyman? |
67 |
| Oh, did you ne’er hear of a jolly young trilobite? |
67 |
| And did you not hear of that luckless “young gentleman?” |
67 |
| Oh! did you ne’er hear of a jolly old woodcutter? (On Mr. Gladstone) |
68 |
| Did you ever hear tell of a jolly young rifleman? (On Lord Ranelagh) |
68 |
| Did you ever hear tell of the jolly young waterman? |
68 |
| The High Mettled Racer |
68 |
| “See, the course throng’d with gazers” |
68 |
| See, the shore lined with gazers. C. Dibdin |
69 |
| See, the house throng’d with members. 1832 |
69 |
| Since of course we want razors. Cuthbert Bede |
69 |
| See the pier throng’d with gazers! Punch |
69 |
| The village born beauty |
70 |
| My name d’ye see’s Tom Tough |
70 |
| Yes, my name d’ye see’s Tom Tough. Truth |
70 |
| Yes, my name d’ye know’s Tom Tough. Truth |
71 |
| My Polly |
| Do you want to know the ugliest craft? |
80 |
| Wapping Old Stairs. |
| “Your Molly has never been false” |
65 |
| Untrue to my Ulric I never could be. Thackeray |
65 |
| Adelina has flirted. Punch |
65 |
| Your Fanny was never false hearted. Thackeray |
65 |
| Your money will never be safe |
65 |
| Tom Bowling. |
| “Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling” |
65 |
| Here a sheer hulk from fierce round bowling |
66 |
| Here, on the floor stands famed Tom Brassey |
66 |
| But a sheer wreck, sits poor Tom Noddy |
66 |
| “Drunken Sally.” By L. M. Thornton |
66 |
| Here lies a bit of Tom Torpedo |
268 |
| A sheer hulk lies the “Devastation” |
268 |
| ’Twas post meridian, half-past four, |
72 |
| ’Twas prime meridian, twelve at noon |
72 |
| ’Twas when the great review was o’er |
267 |
| ’Twas post meridian, half-past four |
267 |
| As pensive one night in my garret I sate. |
72 |
| I had knocked out the dust from my pipe |
72 |
| Thomas Dibdin. |
| Deserted by the waning moon |
73 |
| Deserted by the waning purse |
73 |
| Deserted by declining day |
73 |
| Hot from the guard room. Punch |
73 |
| Daddy Neptune one day |
266 |
| Henry Byron one day to A. Harris did say |
266 |
| (On the pantomime of Robinson Crusoe) C. Bede |
| May we ne’er want a friend |
73 |
| An answer to the foregoing. Tom Hood |
73 |
| Go, patter to Lords of the Admiralty |
268 |
| Charles Dickens. |
| Oh! a dainty plant is the Ivy green. |
9 |
| Oh! a dreary print is the Daily News |
9 |
| Oh! a splendid soup is the true Pea green |
9 |
| Oh! a dainty growth is official routine. Punch |
10 |
| Oh! a dainty plant is the Cabbage green |
10 |
| A fine old thing is the yard of clay |
10 |
| Oh, a rare old toper was I. V. Green. Judy |
11 |
| Oh! a cunning “plant” doth the Jew I ween |
275 |
| Oh! a fine old chaunt is “God save the Queen.” |
275 |
| They told him, gently she was dead. |
11 |
| They told him gently he was mad |
11 |
| They told him gently she was gone |
11 |
| Henry Fielding. |
| The Roast Beef of Old England |
104 |
| The Kail-Brose o’ auld Scotland |
104 |
| Oh, the true Whigs of Old England. 1784 |
104 |
| O! the white vests of Young England. 1844 |
104 |
| Oh! the brown beer of Old England |
105 |
| The Frog and the Bull |
105 |
| Oh! the boiled beef of Old England. 1858 |
105 |
| The Pauper’s Chaunt |
106 |
| O, the boiled beef of Australia. 1872 |
106 |
| The glorious plum-pudding of England. 1879 |
106 |
| David Garrick. |
| Come, cheer up my lads! |
76 |
| Come, cheer up my lads. 1784 |
76 |
| ” ” ” merry Christmas is near |
76 |
| ” ” ” (for the Liverpool election 1812) |
76 |
| Unfurl the old flag. J. T. Wright |
77 |
| The day dawns upon us. J. H. Wheeler |
77 |
| Arouse, men of England. D. Evans |
77 |
| Awake, sons of Britain |
77 |
| W. S. Gilbert. |
| A list of his dramatic productions |
116 |
| Trial by Jury |
116 |
| The Judge’s song |
116 |
| Song on Breach of Promise of Marriage |
117 |
| H. M. S. Pinafore. |
| I am the Captain of the Pinafore |
117 |
| I am the Mahdi of Mid-Lothian |
117 |
| I am the Captain of this Home Rule corps |
117 |
| I’m the curse of my country. Truth. 1884 |
118 |
| Joe Golightly, or the First Lord’s daughter |
139 |
| When I was a lad I served a term. (Disraeli.) |
118 |
| When he was a lad he served a term. (Garfield.) |
118 |
| Little Primrose’s song. (Lord Beaconsfield.) |
119 |
| Your Grace, we have important information |
119 |
| He is an Englishman. (Tichborne Claimant) |
119 |
| The Pirates of Penzance. |
| Policemen’s chorus |
120 |
| Hem! I represent the law. 1883 |
120 |
| Song by the Prince of Wales. 1884 |
120 |
| When the Free and Independent goes a-voting |
120 |
| The Wheelist’s chorus. A. Gibbons |
120, 121 |
| When Lord Beaky’s not engaged in lamentation |
120 |
| When a fellow finds in tennis his enjoyment |
121 |
| When the window “prising” burglar. Fun |
276 |
| Patience; or, Bunthorne’s Bride. 1881 |
121 |
| F. C. Burnand’s The Colonel |
121 |
| The Pre-Raphaelite brotherhood |
122 |
| The Æsthetic Movement in England |
122 |
| When I first put this uniform on |
122 |
| The impecunious officer |
122 |
| Song on the Kilt by Prince Battenberg |
122 |
| When I first put Joe’s uniform on |
123 |
| If you want a receipt for that popular mystery |
123 |
| If you want a resiet for a novel stenografy. The Phonetic Journal. 1886 |
123 |
| If you’re anxious for to shine |
124 |
| If you want to cut a shine. P. Bosecic |
124 |
| Prithee, pretty maiden—prithee tell me true |
124 |
| Prithee, Vernon Harcourt. The Sporting Times |
124 |
| Prithee, Secretary, what’s the latest news |
125 |
| Prithee, gentle working-man. Truth. 1883 |
125 |
| “The Times,” newspaper blunders, and hoaxes |
124 |
| Sir W. Vernon Harcourt and the “Times” |
124 |
| Trio in “Patience,” by Duke, Colonel and Major |
125 |
| Trio in House of Commons by Lord R. Churchill, Ashmead Bartlett, and Sir Drummond Wolff. Punch. 1882 |
125 |
| Song by the Social Belle. Truth |
126 |
| “The St. James’s Gazette” on Mr. Joseph Chamberlain in 1885 |
126 |
| “A very long nosed young man,” and other verses on the political celebrities of 1882 |
126 |
| The flippity-flop young man. H. Adams |
127 |
| On Sir Wilfrid Lawson, F. C. Burnand, Henry Irving, Miss Terry, and General Booth |
127 |
| On the Daily Telegraph, Gladstone, Salisbury and Sir Stafford Northcote |
128 |
| A common-place young girl |
128 |
| A practical, plain young girl |
277 |
| Iolanthe; or, the Peer and the Peri |
| When upon the stage we play. The Referee, 1883 |
128 |
| A Lord Chief Justice, by common consent |
129 |
| I’m such a susceptible Chancellor |
129 |
| When I went to the Church |
129 |
| When I took my commission |
129 |
| When I went to the bar |
130 |
| When I hospitals walked |
130 |
| Said a Barrister, low, to himself |
130 |
| Said a British General |
130 |
| Said a West-end Tradesman |
130 |
| Said a jerry Builder |
130 |
| Said a City Alderman |
130 |
| Said a man of fashion |
130 |
| Said I to myself (Henry Irving) |
130 |
| When I went to the City (the masher) |
131 |
| Oh, nation gay (England to France) |
131 |
| Oh, foolish swain (Lawn Tennis) |
131 |
| Princess Ida. |
| Henry George as the disagreeable man |
132 |
| If green cheddar you desire |
132 |
| I was not so very old |
133 |
| Of all the plans there are on earth |
133 |
| Ye who are cumbersome and slow |
133 |
| Common sense we bar |
133 |
| If you give me your attention. (Col. Knox) |
133 |
| The Mikado. |
| On a battle field gory |
134 |
| Three little maids from school |
134 |
| On a seat in the garden |
134 |
| The flowers that bloom in the pot |
135 |
| The flowers that bloom in the spring |
135 |
| The Rads all the yokels to gain, tra la |
139 |
| At this general election, 1886 |
135 |
| How much they’ve all been missed |
135 |
| Three little aids to health are we |
136 |
| In a cot by a river a lady forlorn |
136 |
| The Home Secretary’s song |
277 |
| Ruddigore; or, the witch’s curse. |
136 |
| Alterations, and omissions |
137 |
| Once upon a midnight dreary |
137 |
| Oh, why am I gloomy and sad |
138 |
| I once was a very abandoned person |
138 |
| Come hither, ye slaves of the weed |
138 |
| “Ruddy George,” at Toole’s Theatre |
138 |
| Roll on, thick haze, roll on |
139 |
| It really doesn’t matter |
277 |
| Pygmalion and Galatea |
139 |
| Chiselling Pygmalion |
139 |
| The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree |
140 |
| Bab Ballads |
139 |
| King Thebaw of Burmah |
140 |
| Thebaw was the king of the golden toe |
141 |
| A monarch of Burmah, I cannot tell why |
141 |
| A parody by F. B. Doveton |
141 |
| The Bishop and the Ballet |
142 |
| Thomas Hood. |
| The dream of Eugene Aram. |
| The dream of the Bilious Beadle. A. Shirley |
89 |
| Lady Arthur Hill. |
| In the gloaming. |
| In the gloaming, oh! my darling! Icycles |
5 |
| ” ” ” ” Judy |
5 |
| In the shooting, oh, my comrade. A. H. Smith |
5 |
| In the gloaming, O my darlings! Girls’ Own Paper |
5 |
| In the gloaming, oh, my proctor. A. H. Smith |
5 |
| In the steamer, O my darling |
63 |
| On the ocean, oh, my darling |
275 |
| Robert Herrick. |
| Fair Daffodils we weep to see |
39 |
| Dear little bills, we weep to see. H. Cayley |
39 |
| Order ye Wallsends while ye may |
40 |
| Why do I love my love |
40 |
| Ah, Ben! say how or when |
181 |
| A fine frank roughness in the dress |
181 |
| Cherry ripe, ripe, I cry |
40 |
| There’s a garden in her face |
40 |
| Water-pipes, water-pipes, pipes, I cry |
40 |
| Coffee hot, coffee hot, hot, I cry |
41 |
| Rosy wine, rosy wine, wine we sip |
41 |
| Heavy wet, heavy wet, still I cry |
41 |
| Cherry pie! cherry pie! pie! I cry |
41 |
| Mutton chops, mutton chops, chops, I cry |
41 |
| Cherry bounce, cherry bounce, bounce, I cry |
41 |
| Guinea-pigs, guinea-pigs, pigs, I cry |
41 |
| Cats’ meat, cats’ meat, meat, I cry. C. H. Ross |
259 |
| Her pretty feet like snails did creep |
41 |
| Her feet beneath her petticoat. J. Suckling |
41 |
| I die if I but spy. Ernest Radford |
259 |
| Ben Jonson. |
| Ben Jonson’s Ode on the Stage. 1631 |
212 |
| An answer to the above by Owen Feltham |
212 |
| Another reply by Randolph |
213 |
| Drink to me only with thine eyes |
31 |
| Drink to me only from a jug. 1823 |
31 |
| Wink at me only with glass eye |
31 |
| Bring to me only, if you’re wise |
31 |
| Drink wine only with thy drugs |
31 |
| Rink to me only with thine ice |
32 |
| Talk to me only with thine eyes. H. S. Leigh |
32 |
| Print for me only just one word |
181 |
| I sent thee late my able book |
181 |
| Come to my lobby with thy vote. C. H. Waring |
259 |
| Richard Lovelace. |
| To Althea. |
| When Love, with unconfinèd Wings |
214 |
| Grey hairs do not a prophet make. C. H. Waring |
214 |
| Champagne will not a dinner make |
214 |
| Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind |
214 |
| Tell me not, sweet, it is a dodge |
214 |
| Dr. Charles Mackay. |
| John Brown’s Philosophy. |
| “I’ve a guinea I can spend” |
198 |
| An answer to the above, |
| “I’ve listened to your song” J. R. Planché |
199 |
| Cheer, boys! cheer! |
199 |
| Beer! boys! beer! J. A. Hardwick |
199, 200 |
| Vote, boys, vote! |
199 |
| There’s a good time coming, boys |
200 |
| Curses on thee, haughty England |
200 |
| There’s a good road making, boys. 1846 |
201 |
| I met the waiter in his prime |
201 |
| It’s a long time coming, boys. 1848 |
201 |
| On the Salvation Army |
202 |
| Parody from Songs for Liberal Electors |
202 |
| The past has proved a trying time |
202 |
| To the West! To the West! |
202 |
| I’m in love! I’m in love! |
202 |
| Far, far upon the Sea. |
| Pa, out upon the spree. J. A. Hardwick |
202 |
| Christopher Marlowe. |
| Come live with me, and be my love |
36 |
| If all the world. Sir W. Raleigh |
37 |
| The above in Izaak Walton’s “Angler,” |
37 |
| Come live with me. F. C. Burnand |
38 |
| Come, rink with me. Judy |
38 |
| Come dwell with me, and be my own |
232 |
| Come dine with me (on mutton chops) |
232 |
| Come, switch with me my cockney love |
258 |
| The Nymph’s reply |
258 |
| Hon. Mrs. Norton. |
| The Arab’s farewell to his Steed. |
| “My beautiful, my beautiful” |
260 |
| The dying vendor of vegetables to his palfrey of Jerusalem |
260 |
| A traveller’s farewell to his train |
260 |
| My—anything but beautiful. P. F. Allen |
261 |
| My pewter full, my pewter full |
261 |
| My bicycle, my bicycle. One and All |
262 |
| My beautiful, my bicycle |
262 |
| The Englishman’s farewell to his train |
263 |
| The public’s address to his cabman |
263 |
| The rinker’s farewell to her skates |
263 |
| Bingen on the Rhine |
264 |
| St. Louis by the creek Chicago Tribune |
264 |
| Love not, ye hapless sons of clay! |
13 |
| Smoke not your weeds, nor pipes of clay |
13 |
| “Stay” not! no longer don. Punch |
14 |
| Vote not for me, I pray. Robert Lowe |
14 |
| Adelaide Anne Proctor. |
| I had a message to send her |
2 |
| I had a message to send her. Funny Folks |
2 |
| I had a message to give her. Fun |
2 |
| I’d another message to send her. 1876 |
64 |
| Seated one day at the organ |
3 |
| Batting one day at the Oval. G. F. Grace |
3 |
| Seated one day on the organ. Judy. 1880 |
3 |
| Seated at church in the winter. A. H. S. |
4 |
| Seated for years at the organ. Punch |
4 |
| Seated one day at a Café. Judy. |
4 |
| Seated one day on an organ. J. W. G. W. |
35 |
| Seated one day at the window |
35 |
| Seated one day in her carriage. George Grossmith |
36 |
| Standing one day at his organ. Judy |
275 |
| B. W. Proctor. (Barry Cornwall.) |
| Sing! who sings? |
203 |
| Ride! who rides? |
203 |
| Dine! who’d dine? |
204 |
| The sea, the sea, the open sea |
204 |
| The Cam, the Cam! the dirty Cam. 1836 |
204 |
| The pipe, the pipe! the German pipe |
204 |
| The gin, the gin! Hodge’s cordial gin |
204 |
| The mail, the mail! the Royal mail |
205 |
| The road, the road! the turnpike road! |
205 |
| Of steak, of steak—of prime rump steak |
205 |
| The tea, the tea! the genuine tea! |
206 |
| The See, the See! the wealthy See! |
206 |
| The tea, the tea! the beef, beef tea! |
206 |
| The C! the C! the alto C! |
206 |
| The van, the van! the hurrying van! |
207 |
| The news, the news! the motley news |
210 |
| The press! the press! the glorious press! |
210 |
| King Death was a rare old fellow |
207 |
| July is a rare old fellow |
207 |
| The Return of the Admiral. |
| “How gallantly, how merrily we ride along the sea” |
207 |
| The return of the omnibus. Albert Smith. |
207 |
| The Alderman. 1884 |
208 |
| The cruise of the old admiral |
208 |
| The return of the Members. Diogenes. 1853 |
208 |
| The term of the Freshman. Canon Hole |
209 |
| The return to Tyrol. Rev. J. W. Ebsworth |
209 |
| The baby in the train. J. Ashby Sterry |
209 |
| J. Howard Payne |
| Home, sweet Home |
26 |
| Two additional verses and notes |
26 |
| The court of my sovereign. Figaro. 1832 |
27 |
| ’Mid fritters and lollipops |
27 |
| ’Mid Westminster’s Palace. Punch. 1846 |
27 |
| Though crosses and candles |
27 |
| Up courts and round palaces |
27 |
| From circuit to circuit |
27 |
| ’Midst mansions and palaces. Truth. 1882 |
28 |
| ’Mid hardships and hovels. Weekly Dispatch |
28 |
| Through clubdoms fair palaces ” |
28 |
| ’Mid new courts and chambers ” |
29 |
| In Westminster Palaces ” |
29 |
| Though bidden to roam. Truth. 1885 |
29 |
| Fond hearts bear its sweetness ” |
29 |
| In the Soudan desert ” |
29 |
| Though far from dear England ” |
29 |
| In joy or in sadness ” |
29 |
| Tho’ rich be our portion ” |
29 |
| I pray that I reach ” |
29 |
| How many in dreams ” |
29 |
| Like bird to its nest ” |
29 |
| ’Mid falsehood and fallacies ” |
30 |
| ’Mid soup, fish, and entrées ” |
30 |
| ’Midst mansions or cottages ” |
30 |
| ’Mid gin shops or “palaces” ” |
30 |
| ’Mid pleasures and palaces ” |
30 |
| ’Mid worry and bustle ” |
30 |
| Of all the strong drinks ” |
30 |
| In islands or continents ” |
30 |
| ’Neath measures and policies ” |
30 |
| When worries and creditors ” |
31 |
| ’Mid Ritualistic clergy ” |
31 |
| ’Mid play sure, sand palaces ” |
31 |
| Index to catch lines of Choruses. |
| Home, home, sweet, sweet home |
26 |
| Place, place! sweet sweet place |
27 |
| Pomme! pomme! Beignet de Pomme! |
27 |
| Reid, Reid! doctor Reid |
27 |
| Rome, Rome! sweet, sweet Rome |
27, 31 |
| Home! home! they’ve no home |
27 |
| Home! home! vile, vile home! |
28 |
| Home! home! sweet rule of home! |
29 |
| Law, law, cheap, cheap law |
30 |
| Beef, beef, roast, roast beef |
30 |
| Tea, Tea, sweet, sweet tea! |
30 |
| Home, home, bleak, bleak home |
30 |
| Roam, roam, sweet to roam! |
30 |
| When spring cleaning times come |
30 |
| Rum, rum, good, good rum |
30 |
| Jones, Jones, still, still Jones |
30 |
| Home rule, rule at home |
30 |
| Boulogne! oh Boulogne! |
31 |
| Home rule! sweet home rule! |
271 |
| Ale, ale! Double X ale! |
271 |
| Sir Walter Raleigh. |
| Go soul, the body’s guest |
211 |
| Go, truth, unwelcome guest |
212 |
| Shall I like a hermit dwell? |
257 |
| Shall I, wasting in despair. G. Wither |
257 |
| Shall my heart be filled with care? |
258 |
| Shall I fret and fume and swear? H. C. Merivale |
258 |
| Richard Brinsley Sheridan. |
| Burlesques on his plays |
195 |
| The Critic Anticipated. 1779 |
195 |
| Elizabeth; or, the Invisible Armada |
195 |
| The Ar-Rivals. 1884 |
195 |
| Pizarro; a Spanish Rolla-king drama |
259 |
| Pizarro; or, the Leotard of Peru |
259 |
| Here’s to the maiden of bashful fifteen |
195 |
| A health to the nut brown lass |
196 |
| Here’s to each Tory and Radical too 1845 |
196 |
| Love, you must own, is a comical thing |
196 |
| Here’s to the voter whose terms are fifteen |
196 |
| Here’s to the ringman. The Globe |
197 |
| Easter for maidens of bashful fifteen |
197 |
| Here’s to the man with a balance in hand |
197 |
| Here’s to the fresher not out of his teens |
197 |
| Here’s to the motley, mellifluous host |
197 |
| Smart Churchill, ’cute Chamberlain |
198 |
| All names of the male kind masculine call |
259 |
| Had I a heart for falsehood framed |
198 |
| Had I a pound of tender steak |
198 |
| This bottle’s the sun of our table |
259 |
| Bicycle’s the sun of our stable. J. G. Dalton |
259 |
| Sir John Suckling. |
| Why so pale and wan, fond lover? |
178 |
| Why so sad and pale, fond lover? 1819 |
178 |
| Ballad upon a wedding |
178 |
| Aylesbury Races. Sir J. H. Moore |
178 |
| Algernon Charles Swinburne. |
| The Question. The Daily Telegraph. 1887 |
147 |
| The Answer. The Daily News. 1887 |
147 |
| James Thomson. |
| Rule Britannia |
108 |
| A Latin version. Blackwood’s Magazine |
108 |
| When Canning’s name was first proclaim’d |
109 |
| When Britain first, impell’d by pride |
109 |
| When freedom’s foes mock labour’s groan |
109 |
| When first the South, to fury fanned |
109 |
| When faction at the De’ils command |
110 |
| When Beaconsfield, at civic board. 1879 |
110 |
| Jingoes ever will be knaves |
110 |
| Brickbats never will be slates |
110 |
| Lord Tennyson. |
| Lord Tennyson’s Jubilee Ode. |
| Macmillan’s Magazine. April, 1887 |
142 |
| “Fifty times the rose has flower’d” |
142 |
| Fifty times the Laureate sharpened his pencil. The Globe |
143 |
| Fifty times the clown has grinned. Punch |
143 |
| Fifty times the lines have slipped and halted. Scraps |
144 |
| Fifty times our nose has twirled and tilted. Moonshine |
144 |
| Fifty times seven days are past and ended. St. James’s Gazette |
145 |
| You, the Laureate (O Fortunate) |
146 |
| He, revered for a genius. F. B. Doveton |
146 |
| Fifty times the State has fooled |
146 |
| Ye, who revel in authorship |
146 |
| She, disliked for a craftiness |
146 |
| (These five are from The Weekly Dispatch.) |
| Fifty times my nose I’ve rubbed |
147 |
| The ode as it ought to be |
279 |
| Fifty times my nose you’ve broken |
279 |
| Fifty years your verses have been fading |
279 |
| Fifty times we’ve planted Kail and used it. W. A. Sloan |
280 |
|
|
| IRISH SONGS. |
| Samuel Lover. |
| Oh! Molly Bawn |
246 |
| Oh! Molly, pawn without repining |
246 |
| Oh! Robert Bawn, why leave me |
246 |
| A baby was sleeping |
246 |
| A woman half sleeping |
246 |
| O come to the wild west. M. P. Romer |
246 |
| The Low-backed Car |
246 |
| When first I saw sweet Peggy |
18 |
| When first I saw Miss Clara. Diogenes |
18 |
| When first I used the railway. Punch |
18 |
| The gin-shop bar. J. A. Hardwick |
246 |
| When first I saw the Emperor. 1854 |
247 |
| Count O’Cavoureen. Shirley Brooks. 1859 |
247 |
| Kathleen Mavourneen’s answer |
247 |
| Thomas Moore. |
| The days are gone when claret bright |
252 |
| Those bicycles, those bicycles. J. G. Dalton |
254 |
| Strong and sure were the skates she wore |
254 |
| Where stood the bar, we’re building love |
254 |
| Oh! there is not in nature |
254 |
| Oft in the chilly night |
254 |
| Most Irish questions are about |
254 |
| The minstrel boy to the wars has gone |
254 |
| The publican on his raid has gone |
254 |
| The militiaman to parade is gone |
254 |
| I knew by the dirt |
254 |
| I knew by the noise |
255 |
| I knew by the smoke |
255 |
| Mary, I believed thee true |
252 |
| O Mary, I believed you true. Thomas Hood |
252 |
| ’Tis the last rose of summer |
253 |
| Eheu rosarum floruit ultima! Father Prout |
253 |
| ’Tis the first rose of summer. Judy |
253 |
| ’Tis the last “quid” of many. Fun |
253 |
| ’Tis the last fly of summer |
253 |
| The Bells of Shandon.—Father Prout |
247 |
| In Memoriam! Father Prout |
248 |
| On Frazer’s Magazine. 1882 |
248 |
| The bells I’ve shamm’d on |
248 |
| Brian O’Lin had no coat to put on |
249 |
| Daniel O’Connell’d no mischief to brew |
249 |
| You all knew Tom Moody—Andrew Cherry |
249 |
| You all knew Pat Fagan |
219 |
| The Lament of the Irish Emigrant.—Lady Dufferin |
| I’m sitting on the stile, Mary |
16 |
| I’m flitting in the style, Mary. Diogenes |
17 |
| I’m sitting in a style, Mary. Our Miscellany |
17 |
| I’m sitting in this style, Mary, J. B. Oddfish |
17 |
| I’m sitting at my window, Jack |
17 |
| I left thee young and gay, Mary. Eliza Cook |
18 |
| Meet me by moonlight alone.—J. A. Wade |
60, 249 |
| Meet me, Miss Molly Malone |
60 |
| Meet me this evening alone |
60 |
| Meet me with Wimbush alone |
60 |
| Meet me at breakfast alone. Punch |
60 |
| Viens au bosquet, ce soir. F. Mahony |
249 |
| Did ye hear of the Widow Malone?—C. Lever |
250 |
| You’ve all heard of Larry O’Toole. W. M. Thackeray |
250 |
| Did you hear of Nordisa’s first night? |
250 |
| Erin go Bragh |
250 |
| From Brest in the Bay of Biscay |
250 |
| The Shan Van Vocht |
| Oh! the French are on the Sea |
251 |
| There’s a Dutchman in the town |
251 |
| Ballyhooly.—R. Martin |
251 |
| The Parliamentary Ballyhooly |
251 |
|
|
| SCOTCH SONGS. |
| Robert Burns. |
| Scots wha hae |
| Men whose fathers crushed the wrong |
239 |
| Where’s the girl can fear disdain? |
239 |
| Is there for honest policy. W. E. Sadler |
243 |
| A rink’s a rink for a that. A. W. Mackenzie |
240 |
| A man’s a man. Charles Mackay |
242 |
| Is there for tenets Liberal. 1886 |
242 |
| Green grow the rushes O’ |
241 |
| A latin version by Father Prout |
241 |
| A Gladstonite lament, 1886 |
240 |
| The wearing o’ the sashes, oh! |
242 |
| My Kitty O’, my Kitty O’. M. Fahy |
242 |
| Randy Randolph Churchill, O! |
234 |
| My Love is like the red, red rose |
238 |
| My love she has a red, red nose |
239 |
| My love he has a great red nose |
239 |
| Oh! where is our one policeman gone? |
236 |
| Oh! where does my own true lover stay? |
236 |
| The Broom cam capouring doon |
237 |
| The Belgians are coming, oh dear! |
238 |
| An Address to the game laws |
239 |
| Should auld habiliments be forgot? |
239 |
| Let auld acquantance be forgot |
240 |
| Ye German princes puir and proud |
240 |
| Should brandy ever be forgot? |
240 |
| Joe Chamberlain, my Joe |
243 |
| Sir Walter Scott. |
| Partant pour la Syrie. Translation by Scott |
183 |
| It was Dunois the young and brave |
183 |
| It was Bill Noyes, the yeoman brave |
184 |
| It was Dunupp, the hard beset |
184 |
| To the Lords of Convention |
237 |
| To the House at Westminster |
237 |
| To the millions of England |
237 |
| To the Peers ’tis the People |
237 |
| The last pot of marmalade |
237 |
| March, march; daisies and buttercups |
235 |
| Lullaby in Guy Mannering. |
| Sleep, Mr. Speaker, ’tis surely fair. W. M. Praed. |
182 |
| Maxwelton braes are bonnie |
233 |
| The Guildhall bench is funny |
233 |
| I have heard the mavis singing |
233 |
| I have heard the cats a-squealing |
233 |
| Let us haste to Kelvin Grove |
235 |
| Let us haste and join the chase |
235 |
| I’m wearin’ awa’ John—Lady Nairne |
236 |
| I’m frichtened for ye a’ weans |
236 |
| Where the poor cease to pay |
236 |
| Behave yoursel’ before folk |
234 |
| An answer to the above, by A. Rodger |
234 |
| As lonely I sat on a calm summer morn |
235 |
| Do you ken Arthur Peel? |
230 |
| Oh dear! what can the matter be? |
233 |
| The flowers of the forest are a’ wede awa’ |
238 |
| So mourn we to-night. Daily News. 1886 |
238 |
|
|
| WELSH SONGS. |
| Taffy was a Welshman |
255 |
| Taffy is a Welshman. A complimentary version by Shirley Brooks |
255 |
| The same in Welsh |
256 |
| Bouncer was a welsher |
256 |
| The march of the men of Harlech. |
| On by love of costs we’re goaded |
257 |
| With blaze of fireworks, fêtes, &c. |
257 |
| Brothers, up, to win new glory |
257 |
|
|
| MISCELLANEOUS SONGS. |
| At the peaceful mid-night hour.—J. O’Keeffe |
179 |
| A parody on the above |
179 |
| A wet sheet and a flowing sea |
229 |
| With wet feet in a committee |
229 |
| Alice Gray |
| She’s all my fancy painted her |
23 |
| It’s all my fancy painted it. Figaro |
23 |
| She’s naught my fancy painted her |
23 |
| He’s all his agent painted him |
24 |
| He’s all my fancy painted him |
24 |
| She’s not what fancy painted her. Punch |
24 |
| She’s all the chimney sweep described |
24 |
| No wonder that they’ve painted her |
24 |
| She’s all my fancy painted her. L. H. Sheridan |
272 |
| A frog he would a wooing go. |
| John Kemble he would an acting go |
192 |
| Hal Clifford would a reforming go |
192 |
| Campbell would a writing go. 1831 |
193 |
| Froggy must a warring go. 1857 |
193 |
| A Premier would a-wooing go. 1887 |
194 |
| Off they went to Osborne to play. 1887 |
194 |
| A gray old fox sat under a vine |
195 |
| A life on the ocean wave. |
| A death on the ocean wave, Punch |
78 |
| A life on the ocean waive, Man in the Moon |
78 |
| And shall Trelawney die? |
222 |
| And shall they strike at Ritual rites? |
222 |
| A song to the oak, the brave old oak—H. F. Chorley |
180 |
| A song to the Dukes. Punch. 1846 |
180 |
| A tale of the Tenth Hussars (on Colonel Baker) |
87 |
| When the sand of the lonely desert. Punch. 1884 |
87 |
| When the train, on its lonely journey |
87 |
| Ballads—Parodies on various |
190 |
| Battle of Agincourt—M. Drayton |
191 |
| Fair stood the wind (we thought). 1885 |
191 |
| See, where the hosts advance |
191 |
| Baviad, and the Maeviad |
169 |
| Beautiful Star. |
| Beautiful star, on each opera night |
34 |
| Beautiful pit, behind the stalls |
35 |
| Beautiful soup, so rich and green |
35 |
| Billiawatha (on Buffalo Bill). Judy |
276 |
| Blessed as the immortal gods is he—A. Philips |
180 |
| Drunk as a dragon sure is he. H. Erskine |
180 |
| Cease rude Boreas, blust’ring railer—G. A. Stevens |
79 |
| Cease to bore us, and assail us. 1836 |
79 |
| Cease to lure us ’bout the ocean. 1865 |
80 |
| Champagne Charlie is my name |
220 |
| Gad’s hill Charlie is my name. 1867 |
220 |
| Chevy Chace. |
| God prosper long our noble King |
184 |
| A Parody from The Anti-Jacobin. 1798 |
185 |
| A Parody from The Morning Herald. 1799 |
185 |
| A parody on the O. P. riots. 1809 |
186 |
| A Protectionist parody. 1850 |
187 |
| A parody relating to Mr. Gladstone. 1885 |
187 |
| The battle of Putney Hill |
185 |
| The Middlesex Election |
210 |
| The Litchfield defeat |
211 |
| Come, all ye jolly sailors bold.—Prince Hoare |
74 |
| Come, every jolly rower bold. G. V. Cox |
74 |
| Come, all ye Britons, brave and bold. Punch |
74 |
| Come, all ye modern seamen bold |
268 |
| Dance, the boatman, dance. |
| Sign the Bill stamp, sign |
217 |
| Dear Betty, come give me sweet kisses.—Sir C. H. Williams |
180 |
| Come, give us more Livings and Rectors |
181 |
| Dear Tom, this brown jug.—F. Fawkes |
172 |
| Dear Bill, this stone jug. Punch. 1857 |
172 |
| Dear Tom, this black pot. Figaro. 1832 |
173 |
| Dear Jack, this white mug. W. M. Thackeray |
173 |
| Della Cruscans, The |
69 |
| Darby and Joan. |
| The Liberal barque is on the wave |
230 |
| The Derby’s here, and I’m getting grey |
231 |
| Derby dear, I am old and grey |
231 |
| Epitaph on George IV., with Cruikshank’s caricature |
103 |
| Far away. |
| Where is our last big coup. Truth |
20 |
| There is a fine old sow |
20 |
| Where is a bobby found? |
20 |
| Where is now the merry party? |
21 |
| Fluttering spread thy purple pinions. 1733 |
169 |
| Slighted love the soul subduing |
169 |
| Balmy zephyrs, lightly flitting. Horace Smith |
170 |
| Lovely maid with rapture swelling |
170 |
| For ever, and for ever. L. S. May |
273 |
| Gentle Zitella, whither away! |
217 |
| Real Havannah! precious cigar! |
217 |
| Gently touch the warbling lyre.—A. Bradley |
178 |
| Gently blow and stir the fire. Dean Swift |
178 |
| God rest you merry gentlemen. A carol |
192 |
| Go from my window, love go. 1590 |
270 |
| Who is at my windo, who, who? |
270 |
| Hang sorrow, let’s cast away care |
214 |
| Cast away care, he that loves sorrow |
215 |
| Drink to-day, and drown all sorrow |
215 |
| There are five reasons, as I think |
215 |
| He who goes to bed, and goes to bed sober |
215 |
| I am a friar of orders grey—J. O’Keeffe |
177 |
| I am the demagogue of the day |
177 |
| I am a simple muleteer. |
| I am a rifle volunteer. 1860 |
226 |
| I am tenant of nine feet by four. T. Hook |
101 |
| This is the house that Jack built |
102 |
| If doughty deeds. |
| If dirty deeds my lady please |
228 |
| I give thee all—I can no more |
182 |
| I give thee all (duck and peas) |
182 |
| I hear the children’s voices. Corney Grain |
225 |
| I know an eye—John Oxenford |
64 |
| I know a “High.” College Rhymes. 1866 |
64 |
| I’m afloat! I’m afloat! |
78 |
| There’s a flat! there’s a flat! Puppet Show |
78 |
| I’m a shot, I’m a shot! |
78 |
| I’m a float! I’m a float! The Angler’s Journal |
78 |
| I’m a shrimp! I’m a shrimp! R. Brough |
274 |
| I’m a gent! I’m a gent! |
274 |
| I’m ninety-five. |
| I’m thirty-five! I’m thirty-five. Truth |
20 |
| In good King William’s peaceful reign |
164 |
| In the days when we went gipsying |
174 |
| Oh, the days when we went gipsying. A. Smith |
174 |
| Oh, the days we read those musty books |
175 |
| I would all womankind were dead. Aytoun |
175 |
| It came with the merry May, love. |
12 |
| It came with the joyful June, love |
12 |
| It came with the merry May, love. F. Bowyer |
36 |
| I thank the goodness and the grace |
232 |
| Upon my childhood’s pallid morn |
232 |
| I cannot sing the old songs—Claribel— |
25 |
| We met—’twas on the rink |
25 |
| I cannot eat the old horse |
25 |
| I cannot hold the old creeds. G. Sexton |
273 |
| I’ve been roaming, I’ve been roaming |
62 |
| I’ve been shopping, I’ve been shopping |
62 |
| I’ve been eating, I’ve been eating |
62 |
| I’ve been turning, I’ve been turning |
62 |
| Jolly Nose! the bright rubies that garnish thy tip. W. H. Ainsworth |
231 |
| Beau nez! dont les rubis |
231 |
| Just before the battle, mother |
226 |
| Just before the wedding, mother |
226 |
| Just after the wedding, mother |
227 |
| Lilli Bulero—Lord Wharton |
189 |
| The new Lila Bulero. 1798 |
189 |
| Bully bullero, buller a-la. 1887 |
190 |
| Long, long ago |
| Twine me the curls I delighted to see |
182 |
| Lord Bateman was a noble lord |
188 |
| The ballad as illustrated by George Cruikshank, with notes by Charles Dickens |
188 |
| Lord Bateman was a noble lord |
188 |
| Lord Lovell he stood at his castle gate |
171 |
| He strode and he strode (on Bradlaugh). 1881 |
171 |
| Lord Lovell he stood at his own front door |
171 |
| Joe Muggins he stood |
171 |
| Lord Fitz-Faddle he lived |
172 |
| Jack’s yarn |
| The Tailor’s holiday |
155 |
| ’Twas on a Monday morn |
155 |
| My lodging is on the cold ground |
178 |
| My lodging is in Leather-lane. W. B. Rhodes |
179 |
| My Mother bids me bind my hair—Mrs. John Hunter |
12 |
| My mother bids me dye my hair. Punch |
12 |
| The Lancet bids me be a Peer. Funny Folks |
13 |
| My mother bids me pinch my waist. Truth |
13 |
| My mother bids me find an heir. Punch |
63 |
| My mother bids me spend my smiles. T. Hood |
63 |
| My Nellie’s Blue Eyes |
152 |
| Two lovely black eyes. Charles Coborn |
152 |
| Deux beaux yeux noirs |
152 |
| Zwei augen so schwartz |
152 |
| Down at the House, in the days that have been Punch |
153 |
| My Queen. London Society |
15 |
| My King. London Society |
15 |
| My Scheme. Punch |
15 |
| My Dude |
274 |
| Nonsense Verses, and Parodies |
169 |
| Old Simon the cellarer—J. L. Hatton |
176 |
| Joe Podgers, the farmer. Fun. 1869 |
176 |
| Old Tim, the teetotaller Punch. 1871 |
176 |
| Old Taurus our cellarer. Judy. 1878 |
176 |
| Old Simmonds, the bellower. J. A. Hardwick |
177 |
| Old William the cloturer. Punch. 1882 |
177 |
| Old Towler. |
| “Bright Chanticleer proclaims the dawn” |
164 |
| The op’ning morn dispels the night |
164 |
| Bright chandeliers the room adorn |
165 |
| Our chance at Eyre we claim this dawn |
165 |
| We’re going to have a glorious run |
165 |
| Old King Coal was a merry old soul—Charles Mackay |
165 |
| Oh! little Queen Cole was a nice little soul |
166 |
| Old King Coal paid a very high toll |
166 |
| Old King Cole was a savage old soul (on Henry Cole, C.B.) 1867 |
167 |
| Young King Coal was a merry young soul |
167 |
| Oh! don’t you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt? |
79 |
| Oh! don’t you remember Sweet William |
3 |
| Now don’t you remember old Alice? |
79 |
| Oh! don’t you remember sweet Sal? |
79 |
| Oh! don’t you remember the days when “Bolt” |
79 |
| Oh! give me but my Arab steed |
226 |
| Oh! give me but my donkey, Joe |
226 |
| Farewell my ribbons, and alack! |
226 |
| O, let me like a soldier fall |
86 |
| Yes, let me like a feather fall. Whizz. 1880 |
86 |
| On Richmond Hill there lives a lass—Upton |
179 |
| A parody on the above |
179 |
| Of William’s bill we’ll see the last |
180 |
| Oh! say not woman’s heart is bought—T. L. Pocock |
183 |
| Oh, say not that my heart is caught |
183 |
| Oh, say not life is dearly bought |
183 |
| Oh! the mistletoe bough |
25 |
| The mistletoe hung on the castle hall |
25 |
| The Michaelmas goose lay in Leadenhall |
25 |
| The cloth vos laid in the Vorkhouse hall |
26 |
| At the old Manor-house and ancestral hall |
26 |
| Oh! the snow, the beautiful snow |
228 |
| Oh, ’tis love, ’tis love! |
63 |
| Oh, ’tis beef, ’tis beef! D. O’Meara |
63 |
| Oh, ’tis love, ’tis love! |
64 |
| Oh! this love! this love! |
64 |
| Only a lock of her hair |
| Only a lock of his hair |
16 |
| Only a common yard door |
16 |
| Only a hair on his shoulder |
16 |
| Only a cyclist gigantic. Once a Week |
16 |
| On the Prairie, an imitation of Captain Mayne Reid |
62 |
| Our dear old Church of England. S. Brooks |
222 |
| Our party’s doing very well. Judy, 1880 |
223 |
| Jumbo and Taoung |
223 |
| Over and over again |
220 |
| As parodied by Miss Seventeen |
220 |
| Over the garden wall |
221 |
| Over the handles (Bicycle) |
221 |
| A parody by F. L. Richardson |
221 |
| Down with the castle wall |
221 |
| Phillis is my only joy—C. Sedley |
32 |
| Fillies is my only joy. 1867 |
32 |
| Please to remember the fifth of November |
270 |
| ’Tis good to remember the fifth of November |
270 |
| Sadly Lord Salisbury. Fun. 1885 |
216 |
| Gaily the Grand Old Man. Truth. 1886. |
216 |
| Said a smile to a tear.—James Kenney |
168 |
| The loves of the plants |
168 |
| Said a steak to a chop |
168 |
| Said a fox to a goose |
169 |
| Schubert’s Songs in English translations |
278 |
| See, the Conquering Hero comes! |
| See, the conquering jingo comes. The Echo. |
88 |
| She and I |
| I in a mighty palace.—G. C. Boyle |
230 |
| I and she |
| She in a gay gin palace. J. M. Lowry |
230 |
| Should you ask me whence these Indians |
276 |
| Silver threads among the gold |
232 |
| Don’t dye your hair when you grow old |
232 |
| Sir Percy and the fearful fogge |
229 |
| Some Day |
14 |
| We know not when the day shall be. Truth |
14 |
| I know not when your bill I’ll see. Doveton |
63 |
| Strangers yet.—R. Monckton Milnes |
14 |
| Strangers now. Once a week |
14 |
| The old and young Courtier |
90 |
| The fine old English gentleman |
90 |
| The fine young English gentleman |
91 |
| The fast young undergraduate. 1836 |
91 |
| The raal ould Irish gintleman |
91 |
| The old and new Cantab. 1848 |
92 |
| The fine rich Jewish nobleman. 1850 |
93 |
| The fine old English innkeeper. 1853 |
93 |
| The fine old Standard tragedy. 1855 |
93 |
| The fine old English omnibus. 1856 |
94 |
| The fine old British subaltern |
94 |
| The fine young English officer. 1857 |
95 |
| This wondrous nineteenth century. Frank E. Smedley. 1865 |
95 |
| The fine old English gentleman of the present time |
96 |
| The fine young London gentleman. 1882 |
96 |
| A fine old English general |
96 |
| The fine old atom-molecule |
97 |
| On Sir Stafford Northcote. 1885 |
97 |
| On the Grand Old Man. 1886 |
97 |
| The first rate English fox-hunter |
98 |
| The special Correspondent. 1882 |
99 |
| The fine young agriculturist. 1867 |
99 |
| In the Post-office Directory. 1848 |
100 |
| The much mistaken demagogue. 1883 |
100 |
| A good old English gentleman. 1885 |
100 |
| The indefeasible title. 1881 |
100 |
| The fine old English Tory times. Charles Dickens. 1841 |
100 |
| The fine old Standard tragedy |
149 |
| The fine young English gentleman |
149 |
| The old English publican |
150 |
| A fine old heavy villain |
150 |
| The fine old common councilman |
150 |
| A variety of Vicars. Truth |
151 |
| The old English constable. Songs by Jingo |
274 |
| The Gunpowder Plot. |
| “I sing a doleful tragedy” |
155 |
| In the story of “Aladdin” |
156 |
| I sing a song of foolishness |
156 |
| I sing a comic-tragedy (on Bradlaugh) |
157 |
| I sing a doleful tragedy. Cuthbert Bede |
157 |
| The question for the country now (Home Rule) |
158 |
| I sing about a grand old man |
158 |
| The Hunt is Up |
269 |
| With hunts up, with hunts up. 1590 |
270 |
| The Monks of Old. |
| A Darwinian ballad |
220 |
| The Pilgrim of Love. |
| “Orynthia, my beloved, I call in vain” |
159 |
| Oh, Blowsabel! my detested |
159 |
| Angelina, my chickabiddy. G. W. Hunt |
159 |
| Och, Judy, my sweet darling! |
159 |
| Chamberlain, my beloved! |
160 |
| A doctor who dwells (the seedy C.C.) |
159 |
| The Queen in France. 1843 |
190 |
| The “Lay” of the good Lord Roseberry. 1885 |
190 |
| The Red, White, and Blue |
106 |
| Oh, Britannia, the pride of the ocean |
106 |
| Oh, Columbia, the gem of the ocean |
107 |
| Great, great is the task set before us. 1885 |
107 |
| The Three Jovial Huntsmen. |
| The three jovial statesmen |
227 |
| On Salisbury, Northcote, and Churchill |
227 |
| The Two Obadiahs |
221 |
| The two Marias. L. M. Thornton |
222 |
| The two Tory Obadiahs. Truth. 1886 |
222 |
| The Tory Obadiah and the Union Obadiah |
222 |
| The Vicar of Bray. |
| “In good King Charles’s golden days” |
160 |
| When Pitt array’d the British arms. 1814 |
161 |
| In Mr. Gladstone’s powerful days |
161 |
| In good Victoria’s palmy days |
161 |
| When Bluff King Hal grew tired of Kate |
162 |
| There’s a Land that Bears a well-known Name |
107 |
| There’s a paper bears a well-known name |
107 |
| The Jingo Englishman. 1878 |
107 |
| The Chancery Court |
108 |
| There’s a game that bears (on cricket) |
245 |
| The Bay of Biscay, O!—Andrew Cherry |
75 |
| Loud roared the dreadful thunder |
| Loud roar’d the watchman’s rattle (O.P. Riots) |
75 |
| Loud roar’d the smoking funnel. Punch |
75 |
| I cut the ball right under. Tennis cuts |
76 |
| The Beating of my Own Heart—R. M. Milnes |
14 |
| The beating of my own wife. Punch |
14 |
| Love and Science. Funny Folks |
15 |
| The Beautiful Maid—Liston |
183 |
| My fishmonger swore. Bishop R. Heber |
183 |
| The British Grenadiers. |
| Some talk of Alexander—Anonymous. 1760 |
81 |
| Upon the plains of Flanders. Thomas Campbell |
82 |
| Some talk of Alexander (Brook Green Volunteer). Punch |
82 |
| Most regiments have some varlet. 1849 |
82 |
| The gallant specials of 1848 |
82 |
| Oh! some talk about Jack Sheppard. Diogenes |
83 |
| Some talk of Alexander (on the Victoria Cross) |
83 |
| Some talk of Alexander (on the London volunteers). 1860 |
83 |
| Aitcheson’s carabineers |
83 |
| Some talk of Archimedes. Fun. 1866 |
84 |
| Come all ye dilettante bold. Funny Folks. 1878 |
84 |
| In Egypt there’s an old stream. Punch |
85 |
| Some swear by Wilfred Lawson. Morning Post |
85 |
| Some talk of Alexander. England |
85 |
| Some praise the fair Queen Mary (song of Mrs. Jenny Geddes). Professor J. S. Blackie |
85 |
| Some talk of Bright and Cobden. Truth |
86 |
| Some men go in for science. Nicolson |
268 |
| Some prate of patriotism (on the volunteers) |
269 |
| The chief of the Liberal party. 1864 |
216 |
| The Chough and Crow to Roost are Gone |
153 |
| With cough and cold to bed I’ve gone |
153 |
| The private day and feast are gone. S. Brooks |
154 |
| The inns and outs from rest are back |
154 |
| The Girls they Left Behind Them. |
| Our gallant Guards have marched away |
86 |
| We cheer our soldiers on their way. Funny Folks |
86 |
| Ten Little Nigger Boys. |
| Ten joint-stock companies. Finis |
218 |
| Ten little barmaids, sitting in a line. Judy |
218 |
| Six royal persons in the realm alive |
218 |
| Ten high commissioners. 1877 |
218 |
| Twelve Irish jurymen. 1881 |
218 |
| Ten thousand soldiers. 1881 |
219 |
| Ten British ironclads. 1885 |
219 |
| Ten Liberal Unionists. Sir W. Lawson |
275 |
| Three Jolly Postboys. |
| Three Band of Hope boys |
215 |
| To all you Ladies now on Land—Earl of Dorset |
215 |
| Ho! all you toilers in the land |
215 |
| To be there (Salvation Army song) |
154 |
| ’Tis I am the Gipsy King. |
173 |
| Come, my dainty doxies |
173 |
| Trip it, gipsies, trip it fine |
173 |
| Oh! ’tis I am the railway king |
173 |
| Oh! ’tis I am a frisky king |
174 |
| Oh! ’tis I am a gipsy king |
174 |
| ’Twas in the grimy winter time. A. Shirley |
89 |
| (The Bilious Beadle.) |
| ’Twas in Trafalgar’s Bay—S. J. Arnold |
80 |
| ’Twas in the Spithead Bay. Diogenes |
81 |
| ’Twas in Trafalgar Square. Punch |
81 |
| ’Twas at the Pig and Cat |
81 |
| The song of Billiawatha. Judy |
276 |
| (A parody of Longfellow’s Hiawatha.) |
| Wait till the Clouds roll by |
225 |
| Willy, my own grand Old One. 1885 |
225 |
| We are a Merry Family |
223 |
| Song by Miss Mary Anderson |
223 |
| Song by a crusted old bencher |
223 |
| Song by a barrister |
223 |
| Song by a successful Q.C. |
224 |
| Song by Mr. Joseph Chamberlain |
224 |
| The political happy familee |
225 |
| We are English, you know |
271 |
| That’s English, you know. Punch. 1887 |
271 |
| We Don’t want to Fight |
88 |
| There’s Connaught does not want to fight |
88 |
| What is the German’s Fatherland? |
265 |
| Where doth proud England’s boundary stand? |
265 |
| Was ist des Breitmann’s Vaterland? |
265 |
| What is the German’s Fatherland? |
265 |
| What is the Briton’s Fatherland? |
266 |
| When the Tide Comes in |
228 |
| Where the wet comes in |
228 |
| When this Old Cap was New |
167 |
| When this old hat was new. E. J. Burdette |
168 |
| When this old joke was new. Hal Berte |
168 |
| The Old Brigade—F. E. Weatherly. |
| Where are the Boys of the Old Brigade |
19 |
| Sons of the old and staunch brigade |
19 |
| Rare were the joys when our hair decayed |
19 |
| Where are you going to, my Pretty Maid? |
60-270 |
| Going to lecture. 1879 |
60 |
| Going to be photographed. 1878 |
60 |
| A new reading |
61 |
| Going a chestnutting. 1886 |
61 |
| Going to publish. Ernest Radford |
61 |
| Going a-swearing (C. Bradlaugh, M.P.) |
61 |
| Going to Spelling Bee |
61 |
| Going to a lecture. Modern Society |
61 |
| “Shall I have any croppers?” Whizz |
61 |
| “Will you come and see my Humber?” Whizz |
61 |
| Wings! to bear me over—Percy Boyd |
11 |
| Curls, that I might roll them. The Cheltonian |
12 |
| Woodman, Spare that Tree—G. P. Morris |
7 |
| Lincoln, spare that tree. Punch |
7 |
| Gasman, light that clock ” |
8 |
| Frenchman, spare that tree ” |
8 |
| Gladstone, spare that tree ” |
8 |
| Spencer, spare that tree ” |
8 |
| Childers, spare that coin. Funny Folks |
9 |
| Butcher, spare that pig |
273 |
| Won’t you tell me why, Robin? |
| Oh! won’t you tell me why, doctor? Finis |
38 |
| Oh, won’t you tell me why, Bobby? |
39 |
| Write me a Letter from Home |
219 |
| Send a remittance from home |
219 |
| Post me a parcel from home |
220 |
| Jeannette and Jeannot. |
| You are Going Far Away |
217 |
| The lay of the creditor. 1848 |
217 |
| A Monte Christo ballad |
217 |
| The Christmas pudding |
217 |