vi. I've a guinea I can spend An answer to the above, "I've listened to your song "J. R. Planche Cheer, boys! cheer! Beer! boys! beer! J. A. Hardwick :: 41 ... 41 259 ... 41 41 259 A traveller's farewell to his train ... My pewter full, my pewter full The Englishman's farewell to his train The rinker's farewell to her skates Bingen on the Rhine St. Louis by the creek Chicago Tribune. Smoke not your weeds, nor pipes of clay 66 "Stay" not! no longer don. Punch. Adelaide Anne Proctor. I had a message to send her Funny Folks I had a message to send her. Seated one day at the organ Batting one day at the Oval. G. F. Grace. 260 P. F. Allen. 261 261 262 262 263 263 263 ... 264 264 13 13 14 14 222 Seated at church in the winter. A. H. S. Punch... Judy. ... The Cam, the Cam! the dirty Cam. 1836 204 204 204 205 205 205 206 206 206 206 ... 207 210 210 ... 207 vii. PAGE ,, Shall my heart be filled with care? 258 207 Shall I fret and fume and swear? H. C. Merivale 258 207 208 208 ... 208 Burlesques on his plays 209 Rev. J. W. Ebsworth 209 209 Richard Brinsley Sheridan. ... The Critic Anticipated. 1779 Elizabeth; or, the Invisible Armada 195 195 195 195 Pizarro; a Spanish Rolla-king drama 259 259 195 196 Truth. 1885 29 Had I a pound of tender steak Bicycle's the sun of our stable. J. G. Dalton Sir John Suckling. Why so sad and pale, fond lover? 1819 ... Aylesbury Races. Sir J. H. Moore Algernon Charles Swinburne. The Question. The Daily Telegraph. James Thomson. ... ... A Latin version. Blackwood's Magazine ... ... ... LORD TENNYSON'S JUBILEE ODE. ... ... Fifty times the clown has grinned. Punch ... ... ... Fifty times our nose has twirled and tilted. ... Fifty times seven days are past and ended. St. 178 ... 178 142 142 143 144 144 30 ... ... 145 31 Home rule! sweet home rule! 271 271 Sir Walter Raleigh. Go soul, the body's guest 211 She, disliked for a craftiness ... 146 Go, truth, unwelcome guest 212 (These five are from The Weekly Dispatch.) When first I saw the Emperor. 1854 SCOTCH SONGS. Robert Burns. Men whose fathers crushed the wrong Where's the girl can fear disdain? 246 246 246 246 246 Scots wha hae 246 246 18 18 18 246 247 1859.... 247 247 Is there for honest policy. W. E. Sadler A. W. Mackenzie A latin version by Father Prout... My Love is like the red, red rose My love she has a red, red nose ... Should auld habiliments be forgot? Sir Walter Scott. Partant pour la Syrie. Translation by Scott 183 184 184 237 237 237 237 237 March, march; daisies and buttercups Sleep, Mr. Speaker, 'tis surely fair. W. M. Praed. 182 |