THE NEW TUNE.
Le Brav' Général tootles:—
Heroes bold owe much to bold songs.
What's that? "Cannot sing the old songs"?
Pooh! 'Tis a Britannic ditty.
Truth, though, in it,—more's the pity!
"En revenant de la Revue."
People tire of that—too true!
I must give them something new.
Played out, Frenchmen? Pas de danger!
Whilst you've still your Brav' Boulanger!
Do they think Boulanger "mizzles,"
After all his recent "fizzles"?
(Most expressive slang, the Yankee!)
Pas si bête, my friends. No thank ye!
Came a cropper? Very true!
But I remount—my hobby's new,
So's my trumpet. Rooey-too!
France go softly? Pas de danger!
Whilst she has her Brav' Boulanger!
Cannot say her looks quite flatter.
Rather scornful. What's the matter?
Have you lost your recent fancy
For me and my charger prancy?
Turn those eyes this way, now do!
Mark my hobby,—not a screw!
Listen to my chanson new!
Bismarck flout you? Pas de danger!
He's afraid of Brav' Boulanger.
Of your smile be not so chary!
The sixteenth of February
Probably will prove my care is
The especial charge of Paris.
Then you'll know that I am true.
"En revenant de la Revue;"
Stick to me, I'll stick to you.
Part with you, sweet? Pas de danger!
Not the game of Brav' Boulanger!