MERRY MAY OUR KIEL GROW!
(By a Wee German Laddie).
Air—"The Keel Row!"
As I sailed through the Baltic,
The Baltic, the Baltic,
As I sailed through the Baltic,
I heard a German sing, O!
"Merry may our Kiel grow,
Our Kiel grow, our Kiel grow,
With ships from sea to sea, O!
"The Vaterland reposes,
As though on beds of roses,
Whilst we hold up our noses,
Among the Naval Powers, O!
Merry may our Kiel grow, &c.
"The Frank desires to mizzle,
His Panama's a fizzle.
Bull, in his land of drizzle,
Is jealous as cm be, O!
But merry may our Kiel grow, &c."
Mr. F. J. Horniman, F.R.G.S., tea-merchant, has accepted the invitation to oppose Mr. Cavendish Bentinck, Conservative M.P., for the united borough of Penryn, Flushing, and Falmouth. It is anticipated, says the Western Daily Mercury, that he will make a good candidate. Certainly he ought to be able to suit the constituency to a T, unless it continues faithful to its Cavendish, in which case his candidature will end in smoke. Mr. Horniman, no doubt, hopes for an early general election, because the longer he stands the greater prospect of his getting what schoolboys call a "tannin'."
New Song.—"Goodness' Nose," By the author of "Beauty's Eyes"!!