This song, now all but forgotten, deserves to be recorded, for it contributed not a little to the Revolution of 1688. A contemporary writer said of it, "A foolish ballad was made at that time, treating the Papists, and chiefly the Irish, in a very ridiculous manner, which had a burden, said to be Irish words, "Lero, lero, liliburlero," that made an impression on the King's army that cannot be imagined by those that saw it not, The whole army, and at last the people, were singing it perpetually, and perhaps never had so slight a thing so great an effect."' One of the principal tools of James II. was General Richard Talbot, who was nominated to the Lieutenancy of Ireland in 1686, in this position his arbitrary and cruel treatment of the Protestants recommended him to the favour of his bigoted master, who rewarded him by creating him Earl of Tyrconnel, and sending him a second time, and on this occasion as Viceroy, to Ireland. It was at this time that Lillburlero was written; Lilliburlero and Bullen-a-lah are said to have been the sign and countersign used among the Irish papists during their warfare with the protestants. The song has been ascribed to Lord Dorset, but also, and with more probability, to Lord Wharton, who openly boasted that he had sung King James out of three kingdoms. Ho! BRODER Teague, dost hear de decree Lilliburlero, bullen-a-lah. Lero lero, lilli burlero, lero lero, bullen-a-lah, Lero lero, lilli burlero, lero lero, bullen-a-lah. (This refrain is to be repeated after each two lines.) Ho! by St. Tyburn, it is de Talbote: And he will cut de Englishmen's troate. Lilli, &c. Dough by my shoul de English do praat, De law's on dare side, and Chrish knows what, Lilli, &c. But if dispence do come from de Pope, We'll hang Magna Charta and dem in a rope. For de good Talbote is made a lord, And with brave lads is coming aboard. Who all in France have taken a sware, Dat dey will have no Protestant heir. Arrah! but why does he stay behind? Ho! by my shoul 'tis a Protestant wind, But see de Tyrconnel is now come ashore, Now, now de hereticks all go down, By Crish and Saint Patrick, de nation's our own. Dare was an old prophesy found in a bog, And now dis prophesy is come to pass, Lero lero, lilli burlero, lero lero, bullen-a-lah, The melody was said to be the same as that which accompanies the convivial chant : "Very good song, very well sung, "The verses And Lord Macaulay wrote of Lilliburlero :and the tune caught the fancy of the nation. It was especially the delight of the English army." Whilst Sterne also mentions it in "Tristram Shandy," as the favourite air of Uncle Toby, who had been a soldier in the army of William III. The following imitation alludes to the attempts being made in 1798 to bring about the legislative union of England and Ireland, but which did not actually take place until 1801. At that date the Irish Parliament was induced, by bribery and fraud to consent to its incorporation with that of Great Britain. The parody is a somewhat remarkable prophecy of what has actually occurred. THE NEW LILLA BULERO. Ho, broder Teague, dost hear de decree? Lero lero, lilla bulero, lilla bulero, bulen al ha. And if green is de colour you like, by de mass, But, says Teague, now, by Union, what is it dey mane? Is not Johnny Fitzgibbon gone straight to de King? Should a member prasume on his spache to remark When all laws to promote it in England are made? You have seen, Teague, a cur, to whose draggled backside, Butcher boys have a broken old canister tied. Now, if England's de dog whom French butchers assail, Not a great while ago, sure, we heard a vast dale But this schame now will strike ev'ry orator mute, And 'twill den to our fearce Orange yeomen be known, The Morning Chronicle. 1798. THE NEW "LILLI BURLERO." (To be sung by Nationalists to the old air.) Ho! Broder League, dost hear the decree? Lilli Bullero, Buller a-la, "SAUNDERSON ought to be sub-Secretree." Bully Bullero, Buller a-la. * Lero, Lero, REDVERS BULLERO, Oranges come to us from foreign climes, Is the blood-orange a sign of the Times? Lilli Bullero Buller a-la. The style of the old ballad has been often so successfully imitated as to deceive even the most accomplished literary critics. Amongst these may be noted the "New-Old Ballads," written by Peter Pindar (Dr. Wolcot) which were republished by that clever but unscrupulous satirist in a collection, entitled Tears and Smiles, published in 1801, with the following "Advertisement to the Reader. These ballads were composed several years ago, in imitation of authors of the reigns of Harry the Eighth, Elizabeth, and James, and sent to some of my literary friends as innocent deceptions.-P. P." There were also "The Cornish Ballads," written by Mrs. Gervis, and "The Bristow Tragedy, or Death of Sir Charles Bawdin," by Thomas Chatterton, and others too numerous to mention, especially as they cannot exactly be styled Parodies in the strict sense of the term. The finest burlesque ballad in the language is undoubtedly that entitled "The Queen in France," contained in The Book of Ballads edited by Bon Gaultier, and published by W. Blackwood and Sons. This clever book of parodies * Sir Redvers Buller. and burlesques was the joint production of Sir Theodore Martin, and the late Professor W. E. Aytoun. The burlesque ballad in question was probably composed by Ayioun, it describes the Queen's visit to Louis Phillippe in France in 1843, and closely imitates the metre and diction of Sir Patrick Spens" an old Scotch balad. The old ballad may be found in Percy's Reliques, in Sir Walter Scott's Border Minstrelsy, and in Early Ballads, edited by Robert Bell. "The Queen in France" is very long. and disjointed extracts would give but a faint idea of its quaint humour, and simple pathos, besides which The Bon Gaultier Ballads is a readily accessible book. In the same volume there is another, but inferior, burlesque ballad, entitled Little John and the Red Friar, which deals with the vexed question of ecclesiastical titles. Little John representing Lord John Russell, and the Red Friar, Cardinal Wiseman, who, in 1850, was appointed by the Pope, Lord Archbishop of Westminster, a nomination which gave rise to much agitation and angry controversy. : 0: THE "LAY" OF THE GOOD LORD ROSEBERY. IT was the good Lord Rosebery And he sat at the Durdans fair, By the hour of noon in his heel-less shoon, And the ease of an easy-chair. "Come hither, come hither, my private scribe; Come hither and soothly say, What wild ducks fly, be it low, be it high, Over London town this day." "O the talk flies high," said the private scribe, "That to-day we cross the sea, To Calais and Brussels and fair Cologne, And the City upon the Spree. "And its O, but I know, when the loud winds blow And the sea climbs high on the strand, It is I that am wan as the wan watèr Or ever I win to land." "Nay, peace, good fellow," Lord Rosebery cried, "Till the actual qualms befall, And tell me, I pray, what men may say "O they say you have ta'en a despatch-box stout, But and a Gladstone bag, With a bottle of blacking and brush inside "But tell me, O tell me, my private scribe, "What learnt he of us and our secret plans? Sith he comes of a questing tribe, Did he ask what we're at? hath he smelt of a rat? Say soothly, my private scribe." "Now Heaven be good to thee, good my lord!" Quo' the scribe in high chagrin, "Dost think from the face of thy faithful clerk That his mother him bore yestreen? "O many's the chiel taking notes I have known And many a one sent back With the saut, saut scent of the red herring "Tis well, 'tis well," Lord Rosebery cried, "O some there were who talked full wise And the purposes dark of the grim Bismarck On the coast of New Guinea; "And who seemed cocksure you were seeking the Prince 'Twas thus that the rumour ran With additional swag in the Gladstone bag As a bribe from the grand old man.' "But said they nought," said the Minister bold; Come tell me, my follower good, Of the Muscovite pranks on the Murghab's banks, And the banks of the Heri Rud?" "O ay! O ay! there were some who deemed Of your mission to Germany thus: That you go to engage the honest broker Full loud the good Lord Rosebery laughed, "Jack-fools are they who suppose that to-day One needs over sea to go. "A word flies fleet on the lightning's feet, But the scribe look'd up from his newspaper, "For the foot of a Fate that is bent on war The Saturday Review. April 11, 1885. :0: A BALLAD OF THE GREAT ELECTION BATTLE. DECEMBER, 1885. (Some way after Drayton's Ballad of Agincourt. ) FAIR stood the wind (we thought), Ere the great fight was fought, On marched our heroes. When in his height of pride, And "Ransom " loudly cried, When he forgot the while Mischief portending. And, turning to his men, Quoth our sage William then, Bearded in our own den? I am amazed! But battles ill begun "But for myself," quoth he, No more esteem me, If vanquished I remain, In this great fray fall slain ; Close up and charge again Loss to redeem me! "Eighty' our foes may tell, When most their pride did swell, Under our swords they fell, Not less our skill is Than when great Ben we beat; That conquest we'll repeat If you but follow fleet One standard-Willie's!" (Five verses omitted.) All in December grey Punch. December 19, 1885. THE BATTLE OF THE BALLOT. Who will be "Out" or "In "- Lib'ral or Tory? Salisbury, helmetless, Squire " G., who "follers." GOD rest you merry, gentlemen! Not even the dyspeptic plats Through which you'll eat your way; Nor yet the heavy Christmas bills The season bids you pay; No, nor the ever tiresome need Nor yet the shocking cold you'll catch If fog and slush hold sway; Nor yet the tumbles you must bear If frost should win the day; Nor sleepless nights-they're sure to come--- Nor boisterous children, home in heaps, Nor yet-in fact, the host of ills Funny Folks. January, 1880. :0: KING JOHN IN A COCKED HAT. A Parody on the famous old Grimaldian song, called "The Frog in the Ofera Hat." JOHN Kemble he would an acting go, He raised the price which he thought too low, Whether the public would let him or no; With his roly-poly, gammon and spinnage, The mob at the door made a mighty din, They dashed like devils thro' thick and thin, With their roly, &c. 'Twill do, says manager Kemble. Soon as they pass'd Will Shakespeare's hall, Heigho says Kemble; They thought the lobbies were much too small, Hollo! says manager Remble. Pray what do you want? (in a sort of a huff) Says Mr. Leigh-"Nonsensical stuff, Pho, none of your gammon, you know well enough. With your roly, &c. You do, great manager Kemble; He held by the tip his opera-hat, Heigho! says Kemble; "Indeed the concern's as poor as a rat ; Says Bull,"No dam'me, we won't stand that," 'Twon't do, great manager Kemble. He folded his arms, in a sad nonplus, Heigho says Kemble ; With Queen Anne's prices he made a fuss, Says Bull,"what the devil's Queen Anne to us," With roly, &c. 'Twon't do, great manager Kemble. He swore to himself an oath, by Styx, Kind ladies and gentlemen, none of your tricks, With my roly, &c. I do, says manager Kemble. Then roar'd the gallery, gentle souls, Heigho says Kemble; No private boxes, no pigeon-holes, We'll dowse your glims, in a crack, by goles, No, don't, says manager Kemble. The Morning Chronicle. November, 7, 1809. During the O.P. riots at Covent Garden Theatre, in 1809, a certain Mr. Henry Clifford was a very conspicuous opponent to the new prices as fixed by John Kemble. Finally the management of the Theatre had to concede nearly all the claims advanced by the O. P. party through their spokesman, Clifford, and the victory was celebrated in the following lines: HAL Clifford would once a reforming go, He swore by the mass, that he'd nonsuit his foe, He went to the pit, where he saw a great fray, "We want" cried O. P. "those vile boxes away,' For if they don't sin there, I'm sure that they may,” With a roly, poly, gammon and spinage, "They shall vanish" said patriot Clifford. Now he swears reformation has got a new tune, Lo! he and John Kemble, like loon scratching loon, The last lines refer to the Dinner of Reconciliation which took place at the Crown and Anchor Tavern on January 4th, 1810, when Mr. Clifford took the chair, supported by the most prominent of the O. P. party, and Messrs. John Kemble and Harris represented the management of Covent Garden Theatre. For full details of these extraordinary proceedings the reader is referred to the Covent Garden Journal (J. J, Stockdale, London), 1810. I've left the "New Monthly once and for all, Well done, said Redding; And now I'm determined to work for its fall, With its portraits, memoirs-gammon and spinage- Perhaps you'll help me over the style; That I will, said Redding: So they sat down with a smirk and a smile, With pens and paper- gammon and spinage,— Tom Campbell and Cyrus Redding. They had written prospectus-quaff'd their gin. I'm devilish tired, said Redding. When Picken and Roscoe came tumbling in With James and Marryatt-gammon and spinageYou're the King's Own, said Redding. Campbell rose, and with voice so sweet, Gentlemen all, said Campbell, I'll give you fifteen guineas a sheet I mean to be independent quite,- The devil you do? said Roscoe. I begin to think it's nothing but right, They then retired, each and all, All alone was Campbell; And they finished their articles, great and small, Poems, advertisements, gammon and spinage, And sent them away to Campbell. Under a cover the numbers were bound, Heigh ho said the reader: Cochrane and partner sent them round Thomas Campbell, the Poet, was editor of The New Monthly Magazine, Cyrus Redding was his literary subordinate, and Henry Colburn was the publisher. The Lady here referred to was doubtless intended for Lady Morgan. LEAP FROG. Dedicated to PRINCE NAPOLEON, THE DUKE OF MALAKHOFF, MARSHALS CANROBERT, BOSQUET, and the other French officers present at the late Crimean banquet at Paris. FROGGY must a warring go Heigh ho, so slowly! Froggy must a warring go, By the Emperor's orders, like it or no, With his swingeing St. Arnaud, Bosquet and Canrobert, So off he sailed to the Bosphorus blue, So off he sailed to the Bosphorus blue, And there found John Bull with a soldier or two, With his good-natured Raglan, Lucan, and Cardigan, Heigh ho, so scowly! When the Rooskies at Alma were forced to run- When the Rooskies at Alma were forced to run, When the beaten Rooskies we failed to pursue |