THE SONG OF "THE CASE."
(A Reminiscence of the late Session).
With spirits drooping and worn,
With eyelids heavy as lead,
The members sat on their seats in the House,
And wearily longed for bed;
While "Tich, Tich, Tich,"
With gruesome and long-drawn face,
"The Doctor," with voice of dolorous pitch,
Sang the Song of "the Case."
"Tich, Tich, Tich,
In spite of all reproof;
And Tich, Tich, Tich,
Though the members stand aloof,
It's I that ought to be classed
Along with Chatham and Burke,
And I'll never cease to raise my voice
Against such monstrous work!"
"Tich, Tich, Tich,
Till the brain begins to swim,
Tich, Tich, Tich,
Till their eyes are heavy and dim.
Stream, and minnow, and twitch,
Minnow, and twitch, and stream,
Till over the tattoo they fall asleep,
And see it done in a dream."
"O, men, so callous and blind—
O, men, so bloated and rich—
It isn't Orton you're locking up,
But the real and only 'Tich!'
Tich, Tich, Tich,
'Prison'd, dishonour'd, opprest,
Stitching at once with his sewing-machine,
A shroud as well as a vest."
(Four verses omitted here.)
With spirits drooping and worn.
With eyelids as heavy as lead,
The members sat in their place in the House,
And wearily longed for bed;
While Tich, Tich, Tich,
With gruesome and long-drawn face,
"The Doctor," with voice of dolorous pitch,
(Ah me! to have to listen to sich),
Sang the Song of "the Case."
Funny Folks, October 2nd, 1875.