IMPORTUNATE MR. BAYLY.
A SONG OF A SHAMEFUL SEA-COAST SCANDAL.
AIR—"Unfortunate Miss Bailey."
A Captain bold, of British birth, might bless his stars and garters,
That if he must be wrecked at all, it should be near home quarters;
But Britons' conscience smites them when we hear of lives lost daily
For want of—some electric wires! So says stout ROBERT BAYLY.
Ah, BOB BAYLY! Importunate BOB BAYLY!
At night, when he retires to rest, is BULL, the brave and clever,
Troubled with thoughts of Jack Tars lost for want of care? No, never.
But sure, JOHN's nightcap would wag wild, his ruddy cheek wax palely,
If he only realised the tale as told by Mr. BAYLY.
Ah, R. BAYLY! Importunate R. BAYLY!
Avaunt, BOB BAYLY! So will cry officials cold and steely,
Who do not wish to be disturbed while pottering genteely,
At their old business of Red Tape circumlocuting gaily,
By tales of wrecks for want of wires, as truly told by BAYLY.
Oh, R. BAYLY! Importunate R. BAYLY!
Importunate? And quite right too! This shame must once for all close,
Or Punch will plant some stirring kicks on—well, somebody's small-clothes.
The scandal's getting far too grave, alas! to sing of gaily,
But Punch in earnest will back up brave HAMILTON and BAYLY!
Go it, BAYLY! Be importunate still, BOB BAYLY!
See to it, Mr. BULL! Mr. Punch, echoing Importunate Mr. BAYLY and Indignant LAWRENCE HAMILTON, lays it upon you as one of the most urgent of New Year duties!
