DEPTFORD HATH ITS DARLING.
A Lay of Loyalty.
["Mr. Darling, of Deptford, considers it his mission to chastise the Home Secretary."—Illustrated News.]
Air—"Charlie is my Darling."
Deptford hath its Darling, its Darling, its Darling!
O! Deptford hath its Darling, the great Cav-il-ler!
If Asquith needs stern warning,
Or Morley wants the spur,
They'll find it in our Darling,
The great Ca-vil-ler!
O! Deptford hath its Darling, &c.
As he comes striding up the House,
Gladstone shrinks like a cur;
He knows his fluency must fail
To foil the Ca-vil-ler!
O! Deptford hath its Darling, &c.
"With Liberty Caps upon their heads
Shall Anarchists confer
On treason in Trafalgar Square?"
Demands the Ca-vil-ler!
O! Deptford hath its Darling, &c.
"Now stand aside, you Liberal loon!
I'm going to raise a stir;
I'll harry you—at Question time!"
Quoth the great Ca-vil-ler!
O! Deptford hath its Darling, &c.
And it's by the Square's damp fountains,
And it's in their Press, with pen,
Tr-r-raitors daren't sputter treason,
For Darling, best of men!
Deptford hath its Darling, its Darling, its Darling!
O! Deptford hath its Darling, the great Cav-il-ler!