Chapter XXVI: Part 48: Songs by the Hon. Mrs. Norton, and various old English (26)

_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

“_It was precisely the poets whom we most admired that we imitated the most frequently (in the ‘Bon Gaultier Ballads’). This was not certainly from any want of reverence, but rather out of the fulness of our admiration, just as the excess of a lover’s fondness often runs over into raillery of the very qualities that are dearest to his heart. ‘Let no one,’ says Heine, ‘ridicule mankind unless he loves them.’ With no less truth may it be said, Let no one parody a poet unless he loves him. He must first be penetrated by his spirit, and have steeped his ear in the music of his verse, before he can reflect these under a humorous aspect with success._”

From Sir Theodore Martin’s
_Memoir of William Edmonstoune Aytoun._ 1867.

BROWN & DAVENPORT, Printers, 40, Sun Street, Finsbury, London, E.C.

Transcriber’s Note:

This book was written in a period when many words had not become standardized in their spelling. Words may have multiple spelling variations or inconsistent hyphenation in the text. These have been left unchanged except indicated below.

Words and phrases in italics are surrounded by underscores, _like this_. Footnotes were renumbered sequentially and were moved to the end of the book. Obvious printing errors, such as backwards, upside down, or partially printed letters and punctuation, were corrected. Unprinted punctuation and final stops missing at the end of sentences and abbreviations were added. Commas were changed to stops at ends of sentences and abbreviations. Duplicate words and letters at line endings or page breaks were removed. Quotation marks were adjusted to match as pairs.

In the Table of Contents, Part 24 was moved from Volume III. to Volume II. Where there was a difference in punctuation, accents, hyphenation, etc. between the index entry and the poem text, the index entry was adjusted to match that of the poem.

Illustrated dropped capital letters are indicated within brackets, thus: efore ...

There are 3 anchors to Footnote [5], two anchors to Footnote [8]</a>, and two anchors to Footnote [49].

A TALE OF THE TENTH HUSSARS and its parody were printed on facing pages across a page break. The end of each poem was rejoined to its beginning.

Spelling corrections:

thers’s / there’s(no place like home!)
Thh / The Milkmaid’s Song
Bayley / Bayly
exerybody / everybody
Add / And (never once thought of poor me!)
instints / instincts (that drag downwards)
(collectors of literary) curosities / curiosities
(turn on my) bicyle / bicycle
(no heart, fearful) woer / wooer