A SHORT SONG IN SEASON.

Phillips thinks—(you're right, my boy!)

Dingy London would enjoy

More music, and proposals make (which charm me)

For a Great Municipal Band,

Which, under wise command,

Might prove a sort of music-spreading Army.

The critics all declare

English taste for music rare,

But the "Parks and Open Spaces'" sage Committee

Hold a very different view,

And, to prove their judgment true,

Want a Metropolitan Band for the Big City.

Chorus.

London-lovers high and low,

Let us all enlist, you know,

For the County-Councillor's schemes extremely charm me.

Let us raise Twelve Hundred Pounds,

And we soon shall hear the sounds

Of the Music-lover's Metropolitan Army!

There's a moral to my song

And it wont detain ye long;

To Phillips, L.C.C. send your subscription,

(North Park, Eltham, S.E.), for

That sagacious Council-lor

Is a patriot of a practical description.

When the money he has got,

(And Twelve Hundred's not a lot,)

Right soon he'll form a strong and sage Committee!

And it will not be their fault

If there's any hitch or halt

In the Metropolitan Band for our Big City.

Chorus.

Stump up, Cockneys, high and low

We must all enlist, you know,

For the sum required is nothing to alarm ye.

So just do as you are bid,

And subscribe Twelve Hundred "quid"

For the Music-lover's Metropolitan Army!