TOPSIDE GALAH!
"That nightee tim begin chop-chop,
One young man walkee, no can stop,
Maskee colo! maskee icee!
He cally that flag wid chop so nicee
Topside Galah!
"He too muchee solly, one piecee eye
Look see sharp—so fashion—allo same my,
He talkee largee, talkee stlong,
Too muchee culio-allo same gong—
Topside Galah!
"Inside that housee he can see light,
And evely loom got fire all light.
Outside, that icee largee high,
Inside he mouf, he plenty cly,
Topside Galah!
"Olo man talkee, 'No can walkee!'
Bimeby lain come-welly darkee,
Hab got water, too muchee wide!
Maskee! my wantchee go topside—
Topside Galah!
"'Man-man,' one galo talkee he,
What for you go topside look see?'
And one tim more he plenty cly,
But allo tim walkee plenty high,
Topside Galah!
"'Take care that spilem-tlee young man!
Take care that icee!'" He no man-man;
That coolie chin-chin he 'Good night,'
He talkee, 'My can go all lite!'
Topside Galah!
"Joss Pidgin man chop-chop begin
That morning tim that joss chin-chin,
He no man see, he plenty fear,
Cause some man speakee, he can hear
Topside Galah!
"That young man die—one largee dog see,
Too muchee bobbely, findee he;
Hand muchee colo, allo same icee,
Have piecee flag wid chop so nicee,
Topside Galah!
MOLAL.
"You too much laughee! what for sing?
I tink you no savey what ting!
Supposee you no b'long cleber inside,
More better you go walkee topside,
Topside Galah!"
Another, but, on the whole, inferior version of the above parody appeared in Harper's Magazine, and is quoted at page 122 of Poetical Ingenuities and Eccentricities, by W. T. Dobson (Chatto and Windus, 1882.)
The shades of night were falling fast,
When through the spacious High there passed
A form in gown of strange device,
Who uttered in a tone of ice,
"Your name and college!"
His brow was black, his eye beneath
Shone like a wrathful bull-dog's teeth;
And still amid the darkness rung
The accents of his well-known tongue;
"Your name and college!"
"Try not the High," the porter said,
"Dark lowers the proctor, bull-dog led."
But forth in "loud" illegal dress
The youth went, crying "Let him guess
My name and college!"
(Half-an-hour elapses.)
"O stay," his comrade said, "and rest
Thy wearied limbs and panting chest!"
To gain their wind the fliers try,
When lo! a figure gliding nigh,
Cries, "Name and college!"
"Beware the proctor's sacred paunch,
Beware the rushing bull-dog's launch!"
This was the porter's last good-night;
A voice replied, "It serves me right
For cutting college!"
Next morn, as tolled the stroke of nine,
Two youths, in dread of penal fine,
Slunk silent through the awful gate,
And "hoped they were not much too late,
They'd run from college!"
There, like a mouse awaiting cat,
Awful and calm the proctor sat;
And, like a death-knell booming far,
A voice fell stern: "This week you are
Confined to college!"
College Rhymes, 1863.