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One day there was grief in the crew,

For they hadn't a morsel of meat,
And BORRIA BUNGALEE BOO

Was dying for something to eat -
"Come, provide me with something to eat!

"ALACK-A-DEY, famished I feel;
Oh, good little TOOTLE-TUM-TEH,

Where on earth shall I look for a meal?
For I haven't no dinner to-day! -

Not a morsel of dinner to-day!
"Dear TOOTLE-TUM, what shall we do?

Come, get us a meal, or, in truth,
If you don't, we shall have to eat you,

Oh, adorable friend of our youth!
Thou beloved little friend of our youth!"

And he answered, "Oh, BUNGALEE BOO,
For a moment I hope you will wait, -

TIPPY-WIPPITY TOL-THE-ROL-LOO
Is the Queen of a neighbouring state -

A remarkably neighbouring state.
"TIPPY-WIPPITY TOL-THE-ROL-LOO,

She would pickle deliciously cold -
And her four pretty Amazons, too,

Are enticing, and not very old -
Twenty-seven is not very old.

"There is neat little TITTY-FOL-LEH,
There is rollicking TRAL-THE-RAL-LAH,

There is jocular WAGGETY-WEH,
There is musical DOH-REH-MI-FAH -

There's the nightingale DOH-REH-MI-FAH!"
So the forces of BUNGALEE BOO

Marched forth in a terrible row,
And the ladies who fought for QUEEN LOO

Prepared to encounter the foe -
This dreadful, insatiate foe!

But they sharpened no weapons at all,
And they poisoned no arrows - not they!

They made ready to conquer or fall
In a totally different way -

An entirely different way.
With a crimson and pearly-white dye

They endeavoured to make themselves fair,
With black they encircled each eye,

And with yellow they painted their hair
(It was wool, but they thought it was hair).

And the forces they met in the field:-
And the men of KING BORRIA said,

"Amazonians, immediately yield!"
And their arrows they drew to the head -

Yes, drew them right up to the head.
But jocular WAGGETY-WEH

Ogled DOODLE-DUM-DEY (which was wrong),
And neat little TITTY-FOL-LEH

Said, "TOOTLE-TUM, you go along!
You naughty old dear, go along!"

And rollicking TRAL-THE-RAL-LAH
Tapped ALACK-A-DEY-AH with her fan;

And musical DOH-REH-MI-FAH
Said, "PISH, go away, you bad man!

Go away, you delightful young man!"
And the Amazons simpered and sighed,

And they ogled, and giggled, and flushed,
And they opened their pretty eyes wide,

And they chuckled, and flirted, and blushed
(At least, if they could, they'd have blushed).

But haughty PISH-TUSH-POOH-BAH
Said, "ALACK-A-DEY, what does this mean?"

And despairing ALACK-A-DEY-AH
Said, "They think us uncommonly green!

Ha! ha! most uncommonly green!"
Even blundering DOODLE-DUM-DEY

Was insensible quite to their leers,
And said good little TOOTLE-TUM-TEH,

"It's your blood we desire, pretty dears -
We have come for our dinners, my dears!"

And the Queen of the Amazons fell
To BORRIA BUNGALEE BOO, -

In a mouthful he gulped, with a yell,
TIPPY-WIPPITY TOL-THE-ROL-LOO -

The pretty QUEEN TOL-THE-ROL-LOO.
And neat little TITTY-FOL-LEH

Was eaten by PISH-POOH-BAH,
And light-hearted WAGGETY-WEH

By dismal ALACK-A-DEY-AH -
Despairing ALACK-A-DEY-AH.

And rollicking TRAL-THE-RAL-LAH
Was eaten by DOODLE-DUM-DEY,

And musical DOH-REH-MI-FAH
By good little TOOTLE-DUM-TEH -

Exemplary TOOTLE-TUM-TEH!
Ballad: The Periwinkle Girl

I've often thought that headstrong youths
Of decent education,

Determine all-important truths,
With strange precipitation.

The ever-ready victims they,
Of logical illusions,

And in a self-assertive way
They jump at strange conclusions.

Now take my case: Ere sorrow could
My ample forehead wrinkle,

I had determined that I should
Not care to be a winkle.

"A winkle," I would oft advance
With readiness provoking,

"Can seldom flirt, and never dance,
Or soothe his mind by smoking."

In short, I spurned the shelly joy,
And spoke with strange decision -

Men pointed to me as a boy
Who held them in derision.

But I was young - too young, by far -
Or I had been more wary,

I knew not then that winkles are
The stock-in-trade of MARY.

I had not watched her sunlight blithe
As o'er their shells it dances -

I've seen those winkles almost writhe
Beneath her beaming glances.

Of slighting all the winkly brood
I surely had been chary,

If I had known they formed the food
And stock-in-trade of MARY.

Both high and low and great and small
Fell prostrate at her tootsies,

They all were noblemen, and all
Had balances at COUTTS'S.

Dukes with the lovely maiden dealt,
DUKE BAILEY and DUKE HUMPHY,

Who ate her winkles till they felt
Exceedingly uncomfy.

DUKE BAILEY greatest wealth computes,
And sticks, they say, at no-thing,

He wears a pair of golden boots
And silver underclothing.

DUKE HUMPHY, as I understand,
Though mentally acuter,

His boots are only silver, and
His underclothing pewter.

A third adorer had the girl,
A man of lowly station -

A miserable grov'ling Earl
Besought her approbation.

This humble cad she did refuse
With much contempt and loathing,

He wore a pair of leather shoes
And cambric underclothing!

"Ha! ha!" she cried. "Upon my word!
Well, really - come, I never!

Oh, go along, it's too absurd!
My goodness! Did you ever?

"Two Dukes would Mary make a bride,
And from her foes defend her" -

"Well, not exactly that," they cried,
"We offer guilty splendour.

"We do not offer marriage rite,
So please dismiss the notion!"

"Oh dear," said she, "that alters quite
The state of my emotion."

The Earl he up and says, says he,
"Dismiss them to their orgies,

For I am game to marry thee
Quite reg'lar at St. George's."

(He'd had, it happily befell,
A decent education,

His views would have befitted well
A far superior station.)

His sterling worth had worked a cure,
She never heard him grumble;

She saw his soul was good and pure,
Although his rank was humble.

Her views of earldoms and their lot,
All underwent expansion -

Come, Virtue in an earldom's cot!
Go, Vice in ducal mansion!

Ballad: Thomson Green And Harriet Hale
(To be sung to the Air of "An 'Orrible Tale.")

Oh list to this incredible tale
Of THOMSON GREEN and HARRIET HALE;

Its truth in one remark you'll sum -
"Twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twum!"

Oh, THOMSON GREEN was an auctioneer,
And made three hundred pounds a year;

And HARRIET HALE, most strange to say,
Gave pianoforte lessons at a sovereign a day.

Oh, THOMSON GREEN, I may remark,
Met HARRIET HALE in Regent's Park,

Where he, in a casual kind of way,
Spoke of the extraordinary beauty of the day.

They met again, and strange, though true,
He courted her for a month or two,

Then to her pa he said, says he,
"Old man, I love your daughter and your daughter worships me!"

Their names were regularly banned,
The wedding day was settled, and

I've ascertained by dint of search
They were married on the quiet at St. Mary Abbot's Church.

Oh, list to this incredible tale
Of THOMSON GREEN and HARRIET HALE,

Its truth in one remark you'll sum -
"Twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twaddle twum!"



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