Parodies of the Works of English & American Authors, Volume 4Reeves & Turner, 1887 - English wit and humor Includes parodies of Tennyson, Longfellow, Bret Harte, Thomas Hood, Swinburne, Browning, Shakespeare, Milton, Poe, Shelley, Cowper, Coleridge, Herrick, Carroll, Lever, Lover, Burns, Scott, Goldsmith, Kingsley, Byron and many others. |
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... chorus ... Hem ! I represent the law . 1883 . Song by the Prince of Wales . 1884 . When the Free and Independent goes a - voting The Wheelist's chorus . A. Gibbons . When Lord Beaky's not engaged in lamentation When a fellow finds in ...
... chorus ... Hem ! I represent the law . 1883 . Song by the Prince of Wales . 1884 . When the Free and Independent goes a - voting The Wheelist's chorus . A. Gibbons . When Lord Beaky's not engaged in lamentation When a fellow finds in ...
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... Choruses . ... Home , home , sweet , sweet home ... Place , place ! sweet sweet place Pomme ! pomme ! Beignet de Pomme Reid , Reid ! doctor Reid ... 26 27 27 27 Rome , Rome ! sweet , sweet Rome Home ! home ! they've no home ... Home ...
... Choruses . ... Home , home , sweet , sweet home ... Place , place ! sweet sweet place Pomme ! pomme ! Beignet de Pomme Reid , Reid ! doctor Reid ... 26 27 27 27 Rome , Rome ! sweet , sweet Rome Home ! home ! they've no home ... Home ...
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... Chorus . One unlucky night , the cats did afright , And broke the sweet slumbers of Sally ; Then she threw all her hats , at the wicked old cats That kicked up a row in the alley . Repeat 1st verse for Chorus . The very next night , the ...
... Chorus . One unlucky night , the cats did afright , And broke the sweet slumbers of Sally ; Then she threw all her hats , at the wicked old cats That kicked up a row in the alley . Repeat 1st verse for Chorus . The very next night , the ...
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... Tichborne fetes , Where once I went with you . Chorus . Won't you tell me why , doctor , Won't you tell me why ; Won't you tell me why , doctor , Oh , won't you tell me why ? I'm very sad at heart , doctor , To think 38 PARODIES OF .
... Tichborne fetes , Where once I went with you . Chorus . Won't you tell me why , doctor , Won't you tell me why ; Won't you tell me why , doctor , Oh , won't you tell me why ? I'm very sad at heart , doctor , To think 38 PARODIES OF .
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... Chorus . Won't you tell me why , doctor , & c . , & c . We've both pressed Roger's hand , doctor , More times than I can tell ; We both have loved that Not wisely , but too well . man , doctor , And now the Englishman declares I'm more ...
... Chorus . Won't you tell me why , doctor , & c . , & c . We've both pressed Roger's hand , doctor , More times than I can tell ; We both have loved that Not wisely , but too well . man , doctor , And now the Englishman declares I'm more ...
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Arthur Peel ballad beautiful beer Beignet Bill blue boys brave British cheer Chorus Christmas Number coming cried dear doth drink e'er England eyes fair fear Funny Folks give Gladstone Grand Old green hair hear heard heart Heigh Home Rule House Jan Van Beers John jolly Jubilee King Lady land lero live London look Lord merry morning mother ne'er never night nose o'er old English once parody place like home play poor pretty maid Punch Queen R. B. SHERIDAN Randy roam Robinson Crusoe round Ruddigore sigh sing smile snub song soul sung sure sweet home tear tell thee There's no place thing THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY thou thought Tory true Truth twas verses Vicar of Bray W. S. Gilbert Whigs Whilst willow waly wine
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Page 247 - WITH deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells. Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Page 36 - With coral clasps and amber studs ; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me, and be my love.
Page 240 - Guid faith he mauna fa' that! For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher rank than, a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that; That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Page 214 - And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air Know no such liberty. When flowing cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our careless heads with roses bound, Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty.
Page 31 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 26 - MID pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home! A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which seek through the world is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home! home! sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home!
Page 39 - Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon: As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. » We have short time to stay as you; We have as short a spring; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you or anything. We die, As your hours do, and dry Away Like to the summer's rain; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Page 37 - A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall. Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses, Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies, Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten ; In folly ripe, in reason rotten. Thy belt of straw, and ivy buds, Thy coral clasps, and amber studs, All these in me no means can move To come to thee, and be thy love.
Page 37 - The shepherd swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.
Page 16 - Tis but a step down yonder lane, And the little church stands near — The church where we were wed, Mary, I see the spire from here. But the graveyard lies between, Mary, And my step might break your rest — For I've laid you, darling, down to sleep, With your baby on your breast.